(Idol x reader, hook up, nda, tds3, foreplay, oral sex, unprotected sex, creampie, pet names, obsession)
Summary; Imagine the face y/n made when she realized an NDA was right in front to her face. What was a first-time VIP Nctdream experience, turned into amazing sex with Jaemin.
Ticketing for Nctdream was the most stressful experience. Y/n spent all of her lunch break anticipating how ticketing would go, as she is a high school teacher who had a whole class during ticketing. To her surprise, she was able to get VIP tickets to Nctdream, for both her and her best friend.
"Talk about stressful, I'm surprised that none of my students questioned the random movie day on a Tuesday"
"Those should be the last of your worries, we're literally seeing our men in 1 month," Ali said, she and Y/n had originally met at an Nct cup sleeve event years back and remained close friends.
FORWARD TO A MONTH LATER
"oh, I'm so anxious, they'll be able to see us, what if I get called backstage"
"oh lord if you get called backstage jaemin will get the best head ever" Ali added as she and Y/n laughed.
Making those comments was normal amongst the two, as it was all for shit and giggles not that they actually believed that they would be given the chance to jump any of the dreamies bones.
Upon arrival at the venue, Y/n and Ali were given early entry as they obtained VIP access.
"OH MY GOD, Jaemin is so fucken hot" y/n whispered to her friend. Not wanting for the others to hear.
Jaemin was never attracted to any of his fans, and he never considered hooking up with any of them. Unlike his members who liked to hook up with women at every stop during tour. They claimed that it was for stress relief.
That was until he spotted a girl in the crowd looking at him and turning to whisper something to her friend. He was curious as to what the gorgeous woman with the top so low whose tits were basically out for him to see had possibly said to cause her friend to giggle.
Throughout the concert, he couldn't help but be drawn to this woman, to his luck during Poison performance he was placed right in front of the beautiful girl.
Making eye contact with her the whole time drawing her in, causing his eyes to go dark and be filled with lust. She smiled at him biting her lip and observing Jaemin's movements. He felt himself start to harden. Eternally grateful that they were given a 3-minute break for an outfit change.
"bitch jaemin was basically fucking you with those eyes girl," Ali said.
"All alright let's not be dramatic, in my defense he was set in front of us and the song was giving fuck me vibes" Y/n was undeniable that Jaemin would ever even consider letting her jump his bones.
The rest of the concert was a blur, y/n only remembers crying and dancing. The concert had ended, y/n and her friend got their belonging and headed towards the exit as they were stopped by security and guided to an empty room.
"This is starting to scare me, why are we still here is 12 AM," Ali said as she felt extremely sleepy and anxious.
A man who appeared to be part of the TDS3 work crew entered the room. He was wearing a TDS3 merch shirt, some sunglasses, and a baseball cap.
"Someone has requested for a conversation with you" the man said looking straight at y/n.
"That being said your friend will be dropped at her chosen destination, however, we ask for you to remain in this room, till he arrives and speaks to you about paper work" the man continued.
Ali felt unsure, leaving y/n behind in an empty room waiting for a guy who was a stranger felt worrisome.
"I'll be fine," y/n said insuring Ali that she'd be okay.
After Ali's departure, 5 minutes later the door opened and a tall muscular man appeared in front of y/n.
"Jaemin......... I'm not understanding why am I here?"
"Don't worry baby, I will explain everything and we can set boundaries together" Jaemin's smile was contagious and comforting.
He set various of papers on the table sitting across from y/n.
"darling have you ever signed an NDA?" jaemin questioned.
"I haven't but I've heard about how NDAs work"
"if at any point you feel uncomfortable, please let me know and we can stop, I will make sure you get home safe and no further contact on my behalf will be given," Jaemin said grabbing y/n's hand.
after 10 mins of reading the paper work, y/n knew exactly what the purpose of this was. She had two options, not signing the NDA and missing out on amazing sex with Jaemin or signing the papers and letting Jaemin do whatever he desired with her body.
Y/n did what any other horny woman would have done, she signed the papers and gave them to Jaemin with a smile on her face.
"Looks like you're coming home with me tonight princess"
The ride to his hotel was quiet, Jaemin didn't say much but kept his hand on y/n's thigh. Pushing it closer and closer to her core. Causing y/n to heavy breath.
In the blink of an eye, y/n was on her knees begging for jaemin to let her touch him.
"So desperate for his dick, look at you basically salivating and I haven't even taken off my pants"
His eyes were dark and full of lust.
"I knew you'd be desperate but never imagined how turned on you'd get just by being on your knees".
he was so attractive, how can one not get turned on.
"On the bed now, and on your way there take off all your clothes, tired of seeing those on you"
Geez was he so hot as her observed y/n undress leaving nothing but her panties.
"look at those tits, I know you wore that shirt on purpose to get my attention, well guess what it worked," Jaemin said undressing and hovering over y/n. God were his lips soft, and easy to bite. Tongues fighting for control, causing a mess.
Jaemin shifted his lips to y/n's neck, down to her chest, nipple, stomach, and finally her inner thighs.
"You can be as loud as you want baby, my next-door hotel neighbors are the members and I'm sure those assholes are fucking a fan as we speak"
Jaemin's kisses were soft but felt like fire on y/ns skin.
"fuck please Jaemin"
"let's not be greedy baby" Jaemin said as he removed y/n's panties to get a clearer view of her body.
"look how wet you are, bet you taste just as good as you smell"
he was a tease, brushing his fingers against her fluids. He loved hearing her gasp and whine for more.
"fuck baby you taste so fucken good, so addicting, how am I supposed to continue the tour without this pussy"
he continued to eat her out, inserting two fingers.
"FUCK JAEM........."
"that's right baby cum in my mouth" those words sent y/n over the edge and she came all over Jaemin mouth.
He lifted himself up, licking his fingers and smirking at the mess he caused just with his mouth.
"want daddy to fuck you, baby? want me to cum inside you, to claim this gorgeous body of yours"
He was so fucken attractive, the same person who goes on stage as does aegyo for millions of fans, has the most dirty mouth and thoughts. He was so hot!
He hovered over y/n aligning his dick with her hole.
"If you want me to stop just tap me or tell me, okay darling"
Y/n nodded giving him the signal to enter.
As they both gasped, y/n squeezed around Jaemin.
"Fffucck baby, keep doing that and I'll cum fast"
he started off slow but continued to increase his pace, his thrust began to feel rough hitting all the right spots making y/n see stars.
"JAEM you feel so good" y/n whined
"you like that huh, you like it when I'm fast and rough"
"Yes Yes Jaem cumm inside me please"
He was rich enough to impregnate a woman so he never worried about an accident happening. The thought of a mini jaemin was his dream, however, all prior girls were scared of that type of commitment despite knowing his wealth.
"So tight FUCK" jaemin moaned as he released inside of y/n.
"If you're scared of getting pregnant we can run to the store for a plan b but if you're like me who doesn't give a shit and is ready for a baby quit your stupid job and go on tour with me"
"you don't know me, why would you even consider having a baby with me" y/n claimed.
"for starters, you're gorgeous and I can't imagine myself ever being so addicted to another pussy besides yours, you smell and taste so good, I can fuck you all day and night''
"I will consider it," y/n said checking her phone, it was 2 AM. Jaemin and her had been fucking for 2 hours.
(college friends, friends to lovers, dream dorms, sexual tension, creampie, oral sex, unprotected sex, pet names)
summary; The tension built up between y/n and Jaemin finally breaks when a hopeless y/n shows up at the Dreamies college dorm only to be welcomed by a shirtless irresistible Jaemin.
The chemistry and sexual tension between you and Jaemin was undeniable. Your friends had started to catch up with the little looks exchanged between the both. Despite the evident sexual tension, you and Jaemin had never dared to make any sort of move. It was risky, you had been friends for over 7 years, it was risky to ruin the friendship and make things awkward for the rest of your friends.Â
âY/n have you packed?â Haechan asked as you maintained silence lost in your own world. Questioning how youâd get through this getaway knowing that youâd hear Jaemin morning voice for a whole week! Full of pure temptation.Â
âYeah I packed last night, I wanted to come in and check in with you guys about timingâ being at the dorms was normal for you, you spent a lot of time at their dorms, yes a apartment full of men might seem outrageous but it was better then staying in your dorm and listening to your roommate argue with her boyfriend 24/7.Â
âThis getaway is needed, midterms are finally over and we get a whole week off schoolâ renjun whispered.Â
âDrinks, girls, parties, and good music sounds like a vibe to me⌠canât remember the last time I hooked up with someoneâ Haechanâs horny ass was known to be passed around on campus, the man has the looks, charisma and confidence. It wasnât a surprised to the to everyone when a random girl snuck out of the dorms mid night.Â
âWho knows maybe Y/N will finally hook up with someoneâ Haechan laughed.
âUnlike you iâm not a whore who sleeps with anyoneâ and its true the last time you hooked up with someone was a year ago right after your break up with Jaehyun. It didnât feel right to have sex with just anyone. But one of the main reasons was your time spent at their dorms, men assumed that you were part of some orgy or that you were in a relationship with one of them.Â
âStarting sound like a bitch to meâ Haechan giggled
âAlright you fucken whore sincen you want to talk all that shit Iâll prove it to you that im fuckableâ you claimed, noticing Jaeminâs gaze from the corner of your eyes.Â
Sleeping at your dorm seemed impossible considering the fact that your roommate continued to argue with her boyfriend through the phone. Not that it was the first time you had failed to fall asleep due to the noise, although most days you didnât mind today was different, tomorrow would be long date of traveling to Busan and you didnât want to be tired.Â
Grabbing your belongings and making your way to the guys dorm in hopes that the fuckers werenât already in the gaming mode or asleep. The walk was short so carrying your bags wasnât such a hassle.Â
Despite the 10 failed calls to Haechan, mark, Renjun, Chenle, jeno and Jisung you still made your way to their dorms in hopes of one of them opening the door. Calling Jaemin would have to be your last resort, you hated asking him for help despite his constant pleading and nagging of always calling him first.Â
Finding yourself at their door, not a single call back nor reply to you knocking their door, there was no other choice but to call Jaemin.Â
âHi beautiful, why are you calling so late? We have a long trip tomorrowâ Jaeminâs voice sounding tired, it was evident that he was ready to sleep.Â
âI wasnât able to sleep, my roommate is arguing with her boyfriend again, was hoping I can crash here can you open the door for me nanaâ you said sounding tired and upset.Â
Jaemin loved it when ever you called him nana. He found it adorable how it sounded coming from you he didnât know if it was because the nickname was only known by those close to him or if because it was you saying it.Â
âOf course beautifulâÂ
One thing about Jaemin is that he never failed to call you sweet names like beautiful, gorgeous, princess, sunshine and pretty. He never failed to praise you and call you sweet names. Sometimes it gave you hopes that maybe he liked you a little but you knew Jaemin was just so soft spoken.Â
Seconds later a shirtless messy hair Jaemin opens the door welcoming you with a smile, he looked sleepy. It was moments like this were you wished you could jump his bones and give him the best head.Â
âSunshine you walked here in those shorts ? Its late, it isnât safe for a beautiful girl like you to be walking alone in the darkâ despite his concerned words, deep down he wished this sight of you in those small shorts, messy hair and oversized hoodie was a sight only for him. He wished the hoodie you were wearing was his and not marks. He wished you had called him so he couldâve walked with you and make sure you were safe.Â
âThe walk isnât long, and most people already left campus jaem, im pretty sure I was the only one walking at this time on campusâ you said taking your shoes off and walking in with your bags. Jaemin didnât notice them at first, taking your bags he placed them in the couch.
âYou can sleep in my bed sunshine, I donât mind sleeping out hereâ jaemin didnât like the fact that youâd have to sleep out in the living room while everyone else slept in their comfy warm beds.Â
âAre you sure? I donât mind sharing a bed, weâve done it beforeâÂ
it was true, you and Jaemin had shared beds before, when there was limited rooms at Chenleâs family beach house, you had no choice but to share a bed with one of them based on a game of rock paper scissors.Â
Making you way to Jaeminâs room you felt butterflies, youâve shared a bed before but this times it felt different. Maybe it was because the shirtless man kept walking extremely close tp you. Not that you mind but his body heat was intense and you loved the fact that he smelled like fresh soap and cologne.Â
Hearing haechans and marks screams, only made you feel more hot considering the fact that both of the fuckers were up yet none answered made your blood boil.Â
Jaeminâs room smelled just as intoxicating as him, you could spend hours in here.Â
âYou lay down first princess, Im going to edit some photos for a while, I really want to have these done before our tripâ Jaemin sat in this chair man spreading its like he wants to purposely drive you insane. He has such broad shoulders and amazing tits, it drove you insane how he was just sitting there focused on his computer and had you rubbing your thighs together.Â
Feeling hot, the hoodie not longer felt comfortable
âNana can I borrow a shirt? I want to change into something more comfortableâÂ
Jaemin felt his heart skip, you had never worn his clothes before and it was a sight he was hoping to see. Giving you as smile while walking to his drawers and grabbing a pain white t shirt he wore on a daily.
Walking out of the bathroom now in jaeminâs shirt turned you on even more.Â
âHi y/n I just saw your message, but it looks like jaemin already helped you, see you tomorrowâ Haechan said from this room still wearing his head set.Â
âWhore, I called you like 10 times not a single call back, hope you choke in your sleepâ you said rushing to Jaeminâs room pushing the door closed.Â
Jaemin turning around to a new sight that only made feel hot and bothered. He could bend you right over his desk and make you scream his name.Â
Not 10 minutes go by when you feel someone a second body lay in the bed. Making you feel nervous at the presence, feeling a pair of hands wrap around your waist pulling you in for a cuddle. He was so intoxicating that you didnât even feel yourself rubbing against his crotch.Â
âPrincess donât tease, I will not have any self controlâ Jaeminâs voice was so deep and sodding.Â
Feeling his tent made you whimper, it was like music to Jaeminâs ears.Â
âjae.. jaemin pleaseâÂ
âPlease what baby.. I need you to use your wordsâÂ
âPlease touch me nanaâÂ
Jaemin didnât need any further instructions, moving his hands up to cup your breast and play with your nipple making you moan.Â
âSo soft and perfect for me princess, how Iâve been wishing to make you mineâÂ
Removing his hands off you and hovering over you, taking the white shirt off exposing your chest to him.Â
âLook how perfect, such perfect tits bet youâd like it if I put them in my mouthâÂ
Jaemin was always so soft spoken and hearing these words made your mind cloud. He was so sexy. Chain hanging from his neck, abs so evident it was impossible to keep your hands off him.Â
He leaned down for kiss that turned into a deep passionate make out session inviting his tongue in your mouth pushing up against his bulge, a groan escaped his mouth.Â
âWhy donât we remove these lovely shorts off you, want to help my princess feel betterâÂ
He moved down, removing your shorts and panties, he wish he could take a picture of you with his camera, you looked so beautiful, it was driving him insane. Spreading your legs open he licked his lips.Â
âYouâre soaking baby all for me, look at that pussy perfect just for me, bet you taste lovelyâÂ
Feeling a wet kiss at your cunt, it was like heaven, jaemin was gentle and slow. Your pussy was so addicting to him, he could eat you out for hours and never get tired of your taste and smell. Pushing a finger in you made you gasp, having his fingers and mouth was making you dizzy. Seeing stars, jaemin began to rub circles against your clit senting you over the edge.Â
âFuck Jaemin im cuminâ you screamed as your orgasm hit.Â
He watched you as you rode your orgasm salivating. You looked so hot messy hair and chest rising due to your overpowering orgasm. Jaemin brought his fingers to his mouth licking your juices .Â
âAre you going to continue looking at me or will you finally fuck meâ the sudden confidence only made his dick twitch.Â
Pulling him in for a wet kiss tasting yourself. Shoving one of your hands down his pants to release his members from his sweats.Â
âStop teasing me princessâ jaemin groaned against your mouth.Â
Rolling both of you over, youâre now on top of him wet pussy right on top of his dick that was partially sticking out of his sweats. You begin to grind against him making a moaning messy out of jaemin. You wanted him so bad, moving down to remove his sweats and boxers releasing his pink, pulsing dick. Licking your lips you take his tip in your mouth and begin to suck.Â
âFuck princess, you feel so goodâÂ
Taking all of him gasping for air, Jaemin was big. You knew heâd be big but never imagined youâd be gasping, tears rolling down your face. Pulling out leaving a mess on his dick. Jaeminâs eyes were now dark full of lust.
âOn top of me NowâÂ
Obeying his orders your get on top Jaemin naked parts meeting, you being to aline his dick against your enters. Pushing down to only take the tip both a moaning mess.Â
âSo bigâ you moan as you slowly push down taking him whole. The stretch wasnât painful, it felt good. You began to grind in circles clenching against him causing to groan to escape.Â
âFuck baby if you keep doing that ill cum fastâÂ
You continued to move faster, jaemin thrusting up made you scream as he hit your cervix.Â
âFuck im gonna cumâ he moaned.
âPlease Jaemin cum inside meâ you pleaded, wanting to feel him paint your walls.Â
He began to rubbing your clit as you continued to ride him, sending shivers down your spine, making you see stars and jaemin spilled his seeds in you triggering your second orgasm screaming his name.Â
âJaemin⌠fuck⌠so goodâÂ
As you laid on top him dick still inside of you, jaemin rolled you over now laying naked on his bed seeds spilling out of you.Â
âlet me get a towel and clean you up princessâÂ
As he stood up putting on his boxers, the realization hit you. You just had amazing sex with jaemin, the man you had been edging yourself too for months. Part of you felt embarrassed, he had now seen you naked, what he regretted having sex with you. What if he saw this a fling.Â
âAngel, youâre all cleaned up how about you put on this t shirt and we cuddle, we have 5 hour before we have to be upâ Jaemin looked sleepy and drained out.Â
Feeling the sun kiss your skin your stretch, a body cuddling you.Â
ââGood morning beautiful, how did you sleep?âÂ
Jaemin looked so beautiful, puffy face, messy hair and raspy voice.
âI slept good, ready for todays tripâ sitting up looking around seeing your shorts on the ground.Â
âHow about we take a shower together and replay last nights activitiesâ jaemin was bold for assuming youâd have shower sex with him knowing the guys were right next door. Not that stopped you last night.
Hearing a knock at the door a tired Haechan spoke âare you guys up or fucking again, geez jaemin let the poor girl breathâÂ
Oh that was so embarrassing, they heard you last night, Jaemin smirked proud of himself.Â
âNow princess thereâs nothing to be embarrassed about, they need to get used to hearing you, after all im going to be making my girl feel good all the timeâ Jaeminâs words make you blush. Suddenly being hit with the realization that he came inside of you.Â
âOmg Jaemin you came inside of me we need to go buy a plan b and some condomsâÂ
âWhatever my princess wants, now how about round two in the showerâ
PAIRING. pervert!nerd!haechan, pervert!nerd!jaemin x popular!fem!readerÂ
GENRE. smut, slight fluff
CONTENTS. explicit smut (kissing, fingering, oral (receiving), titfucking, breast play, lots of drool and spit, overstimulation, snowballing, dirty talk, rimming, anal play, missionary, riding, mating press, breeding/creampies)
WORD COUNT. 8.7k; teaser wc: 525 words
SUMMARY. when your professor pairs you with the two smartest students in your class for a group project, you find yourself making an interesting deal with them. or, alternatively: the one where you have to help two nerds learn to get girls so you can pass your class.
PLAYLIST. n/a
NOTES. remember when i said i was up to something with these two? this is it! the full fic is already posted on my patreon here, and iâll be posting it in full to tumblr on september 30th!
âYou donât get itâwe need to be fuckable!â Haechan stresses, and you roll your eyes in exasperation.
âHaechan, youâre already fuckable.â you explain calmly, and he opens his mouth in preparation for some witty remark, but after processing your words, his eyes widen and his mouth hangs open uselessly, his accusingly pointed finger now pointing meekly at the floor at an angle.Â
âIâSoâso you would fuck us?â he stammers, and you nod slowly, looking from him to Jaemin.
âWhy do you think I let you get away with your numerous dorm violations?â you snort in amusement, and he blinks hard.
âI thought you just took pity on us, yâknow? Like you had a soft spot for nerds or something.â
âI donât have a soft spot for nerds.â you answer. âI have a soft spot for hot nerds, though.â
His mouth opens and closes pathetically as his normally quick-witted brain scrambles to process the information youâve just presented to him. Jaemin is quicker to act, sitting forward so suddenly the move could be considered as predatory, and youâre not sure if itâs the lighting reflecting off of his glasses or what, but there is most definitely a glint in his eye as he regards you, his lips gradually stretching into a toothy grin.
âSo you let us get away with stuff? Because you like us? Like what?â he questions, and you tilt your head to the side as you think.Â
âYour candles, for starters. Haechanâs tapestry, your many many noise complaints from your neighbors when you two get too heated as youâre gaming,â you start to list off on your fingers, and you cross one leg over the other, not missing the way both of their eyes shift to your newly exposed skin and howâŚÂ hungry they look. âThe way youââ you point at Haechan, âalways try to get away with looking up my skirt.â
Haechanâs face flushes a pretty shade of red, and you smile, amused, as he scrambles to defend himself. Before he can, you hold up a hand to silence him.Â
âHaechan?â
âYes?â he replies meekly.
âIf I minded, I would have said something by now. I certainly wouldnât have kept wearing skirts and accidentally flashing you.âÂ
His eyes roll back into his head with a whimper and he nods in understanding.Â
âAnd youââ you round on Jaemin, whoâs still perched like a lion about to pounce, and the male just smiles wider, tilting his head to the side curiously.
âWhat about me?â
âYou probably think youâre slick with the little lingering touches on my back and waist when youâre âtrying to get by,â but I only let you do that because I like it.â
His grin widens more than you even thought possible, the glint in his eye now unmistakable. âOh, yeah? Where else do you like being touched?â
âI mean,â you hum, uncrossing your thighs and smiling as both of their gazes hone in on the space between your legs, âI could tell you, but I think youâd rather have me show you.â
âI have a better idea,â Jaemin murmurs, moving towards you slowly. âHow about you let us find out?â
reminder that the full fic is already posted on my patreon if you don't want to wait!
âł He's been your best friend since college, and you've been in love with him just as long. Procrastination can only get you so far; now he has a girlfriend, and she's so very, very wrong.
âł Renjun x female reader
âł 8.6k
! Strong language, friends to lovers, bestie vs. gf, themes of rivalry, gaslighting, insecurities poked at, gf is an unpleasant individual beware, mutual pining, tension and angst, explicit sexual content, so much making out, dirty talk, angst w a happy ending, adult themes throughout !
ăsuitable for 18+ readers onlyă  ăŠ April 2023 by jl-micasea-ficsă
Today, the city is grey.
The sky is a blanket of heavy, dark cloud, the winter rainfall is dense and unforgiving. Gathered puddles on the pavements spill over to the roadside drains, collecting in dips and cracks of concrete. Passing cars kick up waves of surface spray, their windscreen wipers frantic. Pedestrians huddle under their umbrellasâthe only sight of colour aroundârushed in their paces and keen to get out of the cruel weather.
Staring listlessly through the rain-streaked window of the second-floor cafĂŠ, you try to recall what the city looked like basking in the warmth of sunshine. You miss it; this winter has felt especially endless. Two months until spring comes.
Renjun snaps his fingers in front of your face. âHello?â
Pulled from your daze, you blink back to clarity. Renjun frowns at you from across the table, his pout a tempting swell of glossy pink. His two-tone black and blonde is swept back from his forehead, his white jacket finished with the blue beads around his neck.
âMight as well have come here by my damn self,â he grumbles.
âSorry,â you sigh. âIâm so out of it today. Hate this weather.â
He hums, stirring his cappuccino with a dainty teaspoon. You know he agrees; heâs a sunshine bug too.
âWe should go on a trip,â you suggest.
Renjun pauses his stirring; he looks at you incredulously over his silver rimmed glasses.
âLike we used to,â you press. âRemember the hot springs? God, they were so fun. Itâs been too long.â
âYeah. Maybe.â
âYour enthusiasm is staggering, Jun. I can go by myself.â
âNo, sorry. I didnât mean to be a downer. Itâs just... things are complicated now.â
Complicated. You wonder if he knows thatâs not how most guys refer to the existence of their girlfriends.
âRight,â you nod, looking back out the window, heart sinking.
Renjunâs finding of a girlfriend was as unexpected as it was painful; when heâd announced he was getting on the dating apps, youâd put no real stock in it, knowing from experience how difficult it was to form any tangible connection amongst a sea of people simply looking for short-term thrills. That was never Renjunâs thing. Heâd get bored and move on eventually. Yet if anyone could find and catch a coveted rainbow fish, it would be him, and heâd done just that. Hence the unexpected.
As for the painful...?
âI, uh, actually have something to tell you on that front,â he says.
You quirk a brow at him, none too keen to hear anything related to his relationship, yet resigned to the fact that youâll have to if you wish stay in his life.
âZaraâs coming here.â
Your throat constricts amidst a surge of dread.
âLike, any minute now,â he adds.
âYouâre ambushing me?â
He shakes his head. âIâm not, I swearââ
âJunââ
âI just want you meet her, is that so bad? Iâve been trying for weeks! I talk so much about you and sheâs curious, you know? Iâd love for the two of you to get onââ
âYou should have told me,â you seethe.
âSo you could make another last-minute excuse to get out of it?â he challenges, dark eyes determined, and in that, you suppose heâs not so wrong. His attempts to introduce you have so far failed at every turn, and if you really look to reason you can see why desperation might drive him to such a pincer movement as this. His intentions are good; he wants the people he cherishes to come together, and any sensible individual couldnât possibly resent him that. Indeed, you donât. You simply resent how much it all hurts.
Moments pass suspended in tension, and when Zara eventually arrives, she does so looking every inch the early âGen Z hot girlâ that she is. A cropped white tee reveals tan skin and the makings of abs, fitted flares accentuate her hips and thighs. Her blonde mane is tamed by a silk scrunchie, her makeup minimal, but still somehow statemented. She turns headsâliterallyâand you go about making rapid, unhealthy comparisons as you rise and greet her, the hug you offer turned handshake by her subtle recoil.
Renjun glows as she settles beside him; you feel not unlike an alien specimen being examined by the very standard of beauty itself, male and female, perfect and untouchable. It strikes you that, at least aesthetically, they appear made for each other. Couple goals; is that what they call it?
âWant something to drink, baby?â Renjun asks her.
Your gut churns uncomfortably. Zara looks around the cafĂŠ, at its quaint, rustic dĂŠcor and charming ornaments.
âNo, thanks.â
âHungry?â
She shakes her head, linking her arm through Renjunâs. Yet more churning.
âItâs nice to finally meet you,â you say after a beat of silence, keen to fill it. âJun talks about you a lot.â
Zara smiles; it doesnât reach her eyes. âRen-ren talks about you, too.â
Ren-ren...?
âYou both mean a lot to me,â Renjun says innocently. âItâd be cool if we could do more stuff together.â
âTotally,â Zara appears to agree. âDo you work out? We could go to the gym.â
âOh, well, no,â you reply, suddenly self-conscious. âNot so much. With work and everythingââ
âYeah. Thought not. You should totally start.â
Oh.
âThatâs actually how Ren-ren and I met,â she turns to him, closing into his side. âIt was love at first squat.â
Renjun scoffs, a blush rising over his cheeks; youâve never seen him blush before.
âThatâs sweet,â you force.
Renjun looks at you sheepishly; you wonder if he detects anything outside his bubble of apparent bliss. If he does, he doesnât give it away.
âYou and I met in college, right?â he then says to you. âFeels like forever ago.â
âYeah. It really does.â
Zaraâs nose scrunches; she looks around aimlessly.
âShe actually works in publishing,â Renjun tells her, oblivious to her waning attentions. âWorked her way up from an internship to assistant editor. Awesome, right?â
âSure,â Zara smiles, pulling her phone from her pocket. âIf books are your thing.â
âBooks are my thing, actually,â you exclaim, stewing in disbelief. Snide quips on your physical state aside, your profession is not for belittling. For everything else about your life that might be vague, work explicitly isnât. You did get the dream job, and youâll die on the hill that is protecting it.
Zara stares vacantly, then unlocks her phone. âCool.â
And she spends the remainder of the time on it, scrolling through whatever social media platforms she no doubt reigns supreme over. You detect Renjunâs consistent discomfort; he scratches his nape, his leg bounces beneath the table, he surreptitiously slances at her phone and attempts to engage her in the conversation. Itâs painful to watch.
Parting ways from the cafĂŠ comes as a relief; you bid them goodbye and decide that the manuscript you werenât going to look over today suddenly doesnât seem as daunting a task as it did two hours ago. Some time after the event, a text from your best friend comes through.
>> what do u think?
Never being one to abstain from honesty with him, you reply to that end.
<< Not what I expected.
The response comes instantly:
>> meaning?
<< Sheâs just not who I thought youâd end up with.
>> who did u think i'd end up with?
And it seems that being irrevocably in love with your best friend has a way of filtering every thought and word to cautious extremes. It overshadows everything, drives your decisions and your actions. Your hitherto avoidance of his girlfriend, your reluctance to accept that she is it for him, your inability to find love elsewhere. Part of you miserably concedes that if anything romantic were to occur between you, it surely would have by now, after so many years spent together. Another partâirritatingly naĂŻveâclings to hope that things may yet change. There are moments; fleeting occurrences where gazes linger and a weight of anticipation shimmers, where his hand hovers in stillness over yours, and youâre so sure that if you tried to cross the boundary of friendship, you wouldnât suffer rejection. It would be your name on the tip of his tongue, your arm linked through his.
But timing is a fickle mistress that suffers no procrastinators, and now he has a girlfriend.
***
Renjun and Zara are a package deal.
Thatâs what youâve learned over the last four weeks. Getting him alone is an impossibility, for wherever he is, there Zara lingers. Impromptu dinners and last-minute coffee catchups are a thing of the past; Renjun needs notice now, and ample of it. On the occasions you do see him, invitations are naturally extended to his girlfriend; he says she has a âthingâ about best friends of the opposite sex, to which youâre too dumbfounded to argue. Equally as dumbfounding is the suddenness with which heâs become so unavailable; prior to your meeting, his girlfriend was never a problem. Now, she seems to be the obstacle central to everything.
So: Renjun and Zara are a package deal. Fine. You can tolerate it, if it means making Renjun happy. You most certainly prefer having him like this than not at all, which is the only other alternative save for his ending of the relationship, and as things stand, you think Hell is likelier to freeze over before that.
Still, you feel his absence. Itâs worse at night, when memories of time spent huddled over popcorn and in the company of a Netflix thriller encroach on your loneliness. A glutton for punishment, you find yourself scrolling through his Instagram; a once sparse but artistic affair turned a hub of grand romantic gestures and #couplegoals monochrome reels; his arms around her, his hands on her, their love edited to perfection. Your follow request to Zara still pends approval.
First impressions count for everything, and yours of Zara was far from rosy. Ever the optimist you sought to give her the benefit of the doubt; first meeting nerves can taint oneâs character, a lack of confidence may manifest obnoxiously. It soon became clear that your doubt was misplaced; Renjun is kind and conscientious. Zara is not. Sheâs wrong for him.
Sheâs wrong for him, but he doesnât see it. Heâs in love, you muse silently, watching as the pair stroll ahead down the street, gathered close under a black umbrella. He talks to her with a gentile tone that makes your stomach twist; she giggles and stays close. Occasionally, when Renjun looks elsewhere with attention diverted, sheâll glance back at you, the eye contact pointed. She does the same to others that pass by, every one of their stares injects her ego, and still, he doesnât see it. If you were being kind, you might draw her nature up to a symptom of her generation; she craves the attention, wants to be wanted, is only validated by the longing gazes of others, and by that reasoning canât help the way she seeks it out. If you werenât being kind; well, youâd get in trouble for that.
The destination is the restaurant down the street; a newly opened vegan place that claims its food tastes âjust like the real thingâ, and really, you canât help but think thatâs doing vegan food an overall disservice. Still, when Renjun texted you two nights prior suggesting dinner, you jumped at the chance. Itâs been over a week since you last saw him. You have yet to say much more than âhelloâ to him; Zara hanging from his side makes it difficult, as is customary now.
 Approaching the restaurant, umbrellas are drawn down and Renjun holds the door open, firstly for Zara, then for you (to her pouting disapproval).
âThanks,â you offer him a timid smile, unable to meet his gaze.
âSure.â
Inside, youâre shown to a table near the rear of the venue. The whole place smells distinctly herby, though not unpleasant, the dĂŠcor colourful without being too garish. Adequately hipster, you suppose. When seated, itâs the same affair as usual: Renjun and Zara versus you. You realise now that she waits for you to sit before positioning herself directly opposite; youâd thought it was coincidence.
Renjun picks up a menu and hands it to you; Zara takes it. He smiles awkwardly. A pierced and tattooed waiter takes everyoneâs orders (you rush to choose the first thing you really see thanks to Zaraâs menu-hogging), and all that remains is to wait.
Silence falls over the table.
âHow have you been?â you eventually ask, chipping away at the iceberg. Your question is directed at Renjun.
âGreat, thanks for asking,â Zara replies.
Renjun clears his throat. He puts a hand on Zaraâs, which seems to placate her. âGood, yeah. You?â
âGood,â you lie.
âHow are things at work?â he asks, dark eyes trained to you. In risking a glance up at him, you realise the gauntness to his cheeks, his sallow complexion. Alarm sweeps through you in a hot wave; you reign in the urge to hug him.
âFine,â you mumble. âBusy, you know. As always.â
Renjun smiles. âRight.â
âI, uh... I actually read a manuscript the other day that made me think of you. Youâd have liked it. It was about thisââ
âOh my gosh, where is this food?â Zara suddenly complains in a huff.
Irritation ticks your jaw. You take a slow inhale and continue, âIt was about this artist that's been having a recurring nightmare since childhood. He decides to try and understand it, and paints it, and basically getsââ
âI am starving.â
Renjun cringes, but does a good job of hiding it. He pats Zaraâs hand. âIt wonât be much longer, baby.â
He turns back to you. âGo on.â
Gathering the fragments of your worn patience, you try to collect your thoughts again. âUh, so, heâs been having a nightmare, and he paints it hoping itâll help him figure out why heâs having it. It becomes this massive work, spanning over several canvases, and he canât control it. He canât stop painting. It ends with himââ
âRen-ren, could you get me a water?â
And you snap.
âDo you not hear me talking?â
Zara blinks at you nonchalantly, thick black lashes fanning over her cheeks. âExcuse me?â
âIâm talking,â you repeat sternly, âyou keep interrupting me.â
She scoffs and shrugs. âWell, damn. Iâm just out here emoting, honey. You donât have to get soââ
âCould you maybe emote in silence?â
Renjun looks frantically between you.
âIâm sensing some aggression that Iâm not enjoying,â Zara states patronisingly. She turns to Renjun. âYou need to get her under control.â
âOkay,â you rise from the table, collecting your bag as the chair skids across the tiled floor. âIâm done.â
Renjun calls your name. âWait!â
But youâre already halfway across the restaurant, and itâs surely a mercy that you donât see the dainty wave Zara affords after you or the smugness on her face.
Outside the venue, itâs pouring down; in your eagerness to leave, youâd left your umbrella behind. Looking up at the grey sky, you once again lament the sunshine. One month until spring comes.
Starting down the street at a rage-fuelled pace, you hope to walk it off if the downpour doesnât dampen it first.
A voice from behind calls your name again, and in the next moment, a breathless Renjun catches up to appear before you, umbrella raised over your head. You expect the shrill cry of his girlfriend to follow mere seconds after, yet it doesnât.
âIâm so sorry about her,â he pants, rain cascading from the rim of the umbrella. Patches of damp stain his white shirt. âShe can be a little feisty sometimes.â
You balk at him. âFeisty?â
Renjun blinks cluelessly, and you suppose so many weeks of withholding is long enough.
âYou really donât see it, do you?â
His brow furrows. âWhat?â
âHer,â you point back in the direction of the restaurant, âthe way she is. Sheâs a bad person, Jun.â
He rolls his eyes. âI know youâve had a falling out, but isnât that a bit extreme? You can come back from itââ
âCome back from it?! Donât you see the way she treats people? The way she treats me? Like Iâm dirt on her shoe?â
Renjun stares, seemingly dumbfounded.
âI have tried to be amicable for your sake,â you continue, âbut I canât anymore, Jun. Sheâs the most self-absorbed person Iâve ever met. Sheâs the total opposite of you in every way that matters, which makes me wonder what it is you even see in her past the obvious.â
âI... Iâm with her because I love her.â
âI refuse to believe that.â
âItâs the truth.â
âIt canât be, Jun, because your being in love with her would mean youâre a bad person too, and thatâs simply not true.â
Renjunâs jaw locks; he drops his gaze to the puddles at your feet.
âYou are my best friend,â you speak over the din of rainfall, âbut she doesnât respect that. She doesnât respect either of us. Maybe I should have told you all this before she drove a wedge between us, but I wanted you to be happy. I thought you were.â
âI amââ
âDonât lie to me. I have eyes, I see the state of you. Even if I didnât know you, Iâd think you looked like warmed up shit.â
He scoffs, but itâs far from amused.
âItâs not my place to tell you what to do, but Iâll still call it as I see it. Sheâs so wrong for you.â
Renjun tips his head back, his breath condensing on the chill air. He looks at you, the ends of his two-tone black and blonde dripping water.
âAnd youâre right for me?â he says.
Your heart seizes. You try to say something when he steps forward, concealed from the world under the umbrella that he lowers over you.
âIs that what youâre implying?â he presses, his voice an octave lower. Something warm and heavy swoops through your gut; he reaches to your chin, gentle thumb and forefinger tipping your head back to his view. It gets harder to breathe.
âAfter all this time?â
Gaze flicking from your eyes to parted lips, it defies all sense that this should be happening now. Even in moments past where you thought something could have happened, itâs never been like this; so heated and apparent. Heâs never been soâ
âRen-ren!â
And the fragile knitting of the standoff is shattered.
Returned to self, you shove him by the chest, snatch the umbrella from his grasp, and take off down the street.
You can't discern the tears from the rainfall.
***
Watching the slow-moving bicycle icon trail across the tracking map with a concerning intensity, your stomach growls impatiently.
âCycle faster, you shit,â you grumble.
Ultimately conceding that staring at the delivery driver probably wonât make food come any quicker, you toss your phone to the sofa. Immediate problems are a decent enough distraction from the events of the day, especially when easily solved: you didnât get to eat earlier, thus are wasting away, therefore require sustenance in the form of the saving grace that is Deliveroo. Easy.
The problem of your best friend, however, requires rather more thought. If before there had been uncertainty surrounding his feelings for you, you suppose there isnât now. Itâs crossed your mind that his earlier advance may well have been a product of the momentary turmoil; that wouldnât be out of the realms of possibility, if a little harder to swallow than the pleasant, preferred alternative.
Either way, you suppose the ball rests in his court. Whatever happens next should be down to him; youâve said you piece and made your feelings on his girlfriend clear. When he ends it, thatâll at least be a weight removed from your shoulders.
A sharp buzz resounds from your side; you scramble for your phone. Itâs not the delivery driver.
You answer the call, tapping loudspeaker. âHello?â
âHi.â
His voice always deepens when heâs tired. You wait for him to speak.
âDid you, uh... make it home alright?â
âYeah.â
âGood. Thatâs good.â
Silence passes; anxious anticipation curls around you.
âI wanted to apologise. Like, properly.â
âFor what?â
âFor... what happened earlier. For trying it on with you like that. I donât know what I was thinking.â
Oh.
âSo, yeah. Iâm sorry.â
âOkay,â is all you can manage with the lump solidifying in your throat. Renjun clears his and speaks again.
âZara wants to apologise too.â
The anxiety warps to sickness.
âWe talked things through. She didnât see what an asshole she was being. I know you have your... reservations about her, but I really think if you just hear her out, youâll change your mind.â
Tears prick and streak down your cheeks; thereâs no reasoning with him now, you realise.
âI gave her your number. She said sheâd call so... heads up.â
âOkay.â
âI hope that was okay to do.â
âItâs fine.â
âAre you sure?â
âJun, I have to go. Foodâs here.â
âAlright. Well, Iâm sorry, again. See you soon?â
âSure.â
Itâs the first time youâve ever actively sought to get off the phone to your best friend; the first time youâve ever been relieved to do so.
Food arrives twenty minutes later, which is time enough for you to regain a sliver of composure. You pay the cyclist, and tip him well.
A shame that it goes cold on the table.
***
The next day, youâre so buried in work you donât have a spare cell capable of affording thought to anything else.
Meetings with authors first thing and manuscript approvals mid-morning, lunchtime is worked through responding to emails and early afternoon is spent reviewing submitted redrafts. Late afternoon is yet another meeting with a partner publishing house, and as early evening ticks over, youâre brutally reminded by a dizzy spell and mercifully brief spate of double vision that youâve yet to consume anything other than coffee in more than sixteen hours.
Checking your phone on the way the cafĂŠ down the street brings a dose of reality: seven missed calls from an unknown number, two from Renjun, and a text from the unknown number that reads:
>> hihi, itâs Z, call me x
Better to do it before thereâs food in your stomach, you suppose. Youâd rather not have to see it again. Dialling the unknown number, it rings only twice.
âI have been calling you, like, literally all day.â
Your gut twists uncomfortably; even the sound of her voice manages it.
âYeah. I work.â
She makes an obnoxious sound of realisation. âRight! The magazine?â
âIf by that you mean the publishing house, then yes.â
âHey, so, Ren-ren wanted me to call and say sorry for yesterday or whatever but I figured itâd be cooler for us to meet up.â
âZara, this is all kind of pointless. You donât actually want to apologise and Iâm notââ
âAwesome, Iâll text you the deets. Youâre free tonight, right?â
âI actually have quite a bit of work to doââ
âCool! TTFN honey!â
And just like that, the line dies.
Simmering in irritation all the way to the cafĂŠ, not even the sweet delight of a chocolate muffin can lift the funk. Back at work, you reschedule everything youâd planned to do that evening, supposing thereâll be overtime tomorrow instead.
You begrudgingly google âTTFNâ.
Do people just say acronyms now?
***
The bar Zara instructed you to meet at is further from your part of the city than you really like to venture; youâre far too jaded by now to believe the inconvenience isnât deliberate.
An hour-long taxi ride later and nursing sufficient anxiety for being in unfamiliar territory, you send her a text:
<;< I'm here.
The message reads as delivered and seen, but no response comes. Scrolling up the sparse messages to check the name of the bar she sent you beforehand, youâre sure youâre in the right place; the slick stainless-steel sign above the door reads âHub 069â. Supposing that loitering outside wonât do you any good, you gather the scraps of your courage and head in.
Itâs immediately apparent that this isnât a place in which you belong. If money had a tangible aesthetic, the dĂŠcor of Hub 069 would be the epitome of it; glass and sleek metal curves into furniture, the low lighting is deep blue and white to compliment the sultry atmosphere. Tall poles stretch from floor to spot lit ceiling, several with empty, open cages built around them. Thereâs no obvious dancefloor, but there is an elevated stage of sorts, its curtains drawn over and floor dark. The consistent hum of a low track plays over the space; itâs too anonymous for you to make out anything other than the occasional bass drop, but it fits the vibe regardless.
You spot a back bar thatâs quiet save for two others propping it, the shelf behind it mirrored and lined with vintage liquors on opaque shelving; it gives the illusion of going on endlessly. Heading over to it, you attempt to carry yourself with the self-assurance you know you would have if you were anywhere else, striding through the mix of beautiful people both stood and seated.
Approaching the bar, it takes a moment before youâre noticed; even ordering a double vodka and tonic makes one feel inferior. With no sign of Zara anywhere, you check your phone again and send her another message.
<;< Iâm at the bar. Where are you?
Twenty minutes later, a familiar voice spikes your already shot nerves. Glancing over your shoulder, you see Zara entering with two others; a man and a woman, both dripping glamour. Zara herself is wearing the shortest little black dress youâve ever seen, finished with thigh-high platform boots and a thick chain choker. She looks around, spots you, says something to the man who affords you the most judgemental thousand-yard stare youâve ever been subjected to before ushering the other woman off across the floor. Zara approaches you; you knock back the rest of your vodka tonic.
âHi, honey,â she breezes, smelling as expensive as she looks.
âYouâre late.â
She pouts dramatically. âI know.â
Rooted in disbelief, watching as she orders a drink, it strikes you just how deeply you donât want to do this. Nothing about Zara is likeable or relatable; at least not from where youâre standing. Youâre chalk and cheese, oil and water. The best friend and the girlfriend.
âSo, Iâll keep this short, because, like, my friends are waiting,â she says, âbut Iâm not here to apologise to you.â
You resist the urge to laughâas though you hadnât known thatâand instead manage a stilted, âOkay.â
âYou and me donât vibe, like, at all,â she continues. âI know youâre Ren-ren's bestie or whateverââ
âNo,â you interrupt her, ânot âwhateverâ. I am his best friend, Zara. I have been for a long time, and Iâll continue to be whether youâre in his life or not.â
She blinks, her thick, fake lashes fluttering. âRight. Whatever. But, like, the thing is, we donât vibe, and so Iâm going to need you to leave him alone.â
This time, you donât resist the urge to laugh. Zaraâfor the first timeâfalters, her face dropping.
âI donât know why thatâs, like, funny to youââ
âFunny? Itâs fucking hysterical.â
âIâm not joking. You really need to stay away from him.â
âOkay,â you try to compose yourself, âlet me just make this clear, because you obviously didnât hear me the first time. I will be in Renjunâs life whether you like it or not, as his best friend, as his support, as whatever he needs me to be. Nothing is going to change that. The sooner you make your peace with it, the better.â
Zara huffs, her overly glossed lips pressing to a thin line. âPeople shouldnât have friends of the opposite sex. Itâs weird.â
You gesture across the bar. âDidnât you just come in here with a man?â
âDoesnât count. Heâs gay.â
âRight,â you laugh, thoroughly exasperated. âSure. Are we done here?â
You move as though to leave, retrieving your bag from the bar. Zara grabs your arm, stopping you in place.
âGet your damn hand off meââ
âYouâre in love with him,â she deadpans.
Momentarily stunned, your face must give away the truth of things when your heart plummets. Zara sneers, her lips curling back over white teeth.
âKnew it.â
 You snatch your arm out of her grasp. âI donât know what youâre talking about.â
âYouâre really going to pretend?â she presses. âItâs, like, so obvious, the way you pine after him.â
Defensiveness rears its ugly head. âMy feelings for Renjun are my business, Zara. Theyâre not for you to poke fun at.â
âThey totally are though.â
âExcuse me?â
âWell, like, what else am I supposed to use against you?â she shrugs.
You stare at her, horrified.
âI mean, imagine hanging onto someone since college hoping theyâll notice you one day,â she giggles, âitâs totally pathetic.â
A lump of emotion solidifies in your throat. Youâd known she was a bad person, but this? Zara leans in, her voice dripping vitriol.
âNews flash, honey. If he didnât want to fuck you then, he doesnât want to now. He never will. Itâs giving super desperate.â
âHow dare youââ
âAw,â she coos, âdoes the truth hurt? It must, right? Because, like, youâve been so delulu all this time.â
Upset warps to seething rage, and before you do something you know youâll regret, youâre storming out of the bar, leaving the high-pitched cackles of Zara behind.
Outside Hub 069 is when you remember youâre an hour away from anywhere familiar; too tightly strung to even entertain despair, you simply start walking. Through darkened city streets until your feet begin to blister and your soles ache; until you start to feel the downpour, already soaked through to the skin. Until the heat of anger has subsided so that it gives way to hopeless weakness; until you finally start crying, taking refuge under the striped canopy of a brightly lit convenience store.
What hurts the most about it is that nothing she said is too off the mark; none of it you havenât considered yourself. There was a time when you were certain your feelings would be perpetually unrequited, in fact. That you and Renjun would never be more than just good friends. Now, however? Things are different. Youâre different.
Dragging your sleeve over your tear-streaked cheeks, you fumble for your phone, pulling it from your bag. Dialling Renjunâs number comes easily; itâs muscle memory by now.
After a few rings, he answers.
âHello?â
âCan you come and get me?â
âWhââ thereâs ruffling from the end of the phone. Was he in bed? âWerenât you meeting Zara?â
âYeah. I did.â
Silence; he takes a breath.
âAnd?â
âAnd I need you to come get me. Please.â
You wonder if he hears the torrential patter of cascading rain, or the distant sounding of a car horn. Does he hear the billowing of wintry breeze that inspires you to a shiver?
âDrop me a pin. Iâm on my way.â
***
Renjunâs car is warm.
Itâs also a chaotic mess of empty bottles and aged art supplies; but itâs warm.
Holding your hands by the dashboard vents that blast out hot air thaws the winter chill from your bones; your sodden clothes still stick uncomfortably to your skin. Renjun hasnât said much aside from instructing you to get in and throwing a blanket from the backseat over your legs; he drives now in stoic silence, his face drawn sombre.
Through the car window, the nightscape passes by in wet streaks of red, white and amber. The steady swish of the windscreen wipers fills the silence; they squeak against the dry glass when he passes under a bridge. The engine hums when in motion and rattles when at a stop, indicative of a problem he ought to look at, perhaps. It wouldnât be the only one.
After half an hour of silence, you canât take anymore.
âThank you for coming all this way,â you say quietly.
Renjun hums. âSure.â
âI appreciate it.â
He nods, eyes trained to the road. âI know.â
Stuck for something else to say, youâre grateful when he finally sighs.
âWhy would she drag you right the way out here?â
You only realise heâs not looking for a genuine answer when he speaks again.
âItâs like sheâs trying to be awkward,â he huffs.
Despair curls around you. Why must you be forced to be the bad guy?
âPull over, Jun.â
He glances at you. âWhat?â
âStop the car.â
âOâ Okay.â
He pulls into a side street, then around again into a small car park fenced off by thin chain-link; thereâs only one streetlamp that burns brightly in the centre of it, several other dark, empty cars are parked up.
He switches off the ignition, stares down at the wheel. Part of him must know whatâs coming.
âZara didnât meet me because she wanted to apologise,â you sigh. âShe warned me off you.â
Renjunâs brow furrows, his already tired eyes narrowing. âWarned you?â
âShe told me to stay away from you. To get out of your life.â
He shakes his head.
âYou donât believe me?â you press.
âNo, I do. I mean, I know you wouldnât lie.â
âYeah. I wouldnât.â
He rakes his hands down his face, his exasperation rife. âI donât know why sheâs being like this.â
âSheâs a bad person, Jun. I told you this.â
âIs that really it?â he mumbles, hands dropping to his lap. âWhy donât I see it?â
âBecause bad people are good at manipulating others,â you confess.
âYou think Iâm being manipulated?â
You shrug. âI think you love her, and itâs hard to see past that.â
Renjunâs head falls back to the rest of his seat. He stares through the windscreen thatâs just beginning to fog over.
âDo I love her?â he mutters.
Another question he doesnât want an answer to, you suppose, but the opportunity seems as good as any youâre going to get. A diversion, perhaps.
âCan I... ask you something?â
Renjunâs head lolls towards you; he nods.
âThe other day, outside the vegan place...â you assess his reaction on mention of the event. He doesnât look away from you. âWhat was that?â
He puffs a small laugh. âWho knows? Another one of our moments, probably.â
Your chest seizes with the ache of hope.
âMoments?â you press.
âWhat, youâve never noticed? We have moments.â
He turns towards you slightly, angling so he can stretch his left arm over the back of your seat, his shirt pulling tight across his broad chest. Heat rises up your nape, blooms in your cheeks.
âIâve noticed.â
He quirks a brow. âYeah?â
You nod. âI thought it was just me.â
âIt wasnât. Itâs not, I mean.â
Misty condensation crawls over the windscreen, the eerie glow of the streetlamp casting strong shadows down the planes of Renjunâs face, the smooth length of his neck.
âHave you ever thought about us? In that way?â you ask.
Renjun swallows. He wets his bottom lip, gaze drifting to your mouth. âWhat way?â he rasps.
âIn the way that friends shouldnât.â
He smirks gently. âYeah.â
A heavy swoop of wanting renders you somewhat lightheaded.
âBut you never made a move,â you breathe.
âI was never sure. Had a lot to lose.â
âAre you sure now?â
Itâs stunted, the realisation that during this whole exchange, heâs been gradually closing in on you. When the next words roll from his lips, theyâre inches from yours.
âSo sure,â he whispers.
And the connection youâve been longing for is made; Renjun kisses you, softly and with a tenderness that clutches the fibre of your being and forever tethers you to the man. When he breaks off carefully, itâs a mere second to allow for acceptance; you clutch his shirt and drag him back.
The rain bounces off the hood of the car, relentless in its tinny rhythm. The blanket of darkness outside, the tangible weight of heat in the car makes this a secret so far removed from what you had hitherto believed; that your best friend was never a realistic option. Now, with your lips on his and your groans on his tongue, it feels pretty damn real.
He breaks away again, flushed across cheek and chest. âWe should stop.â
âNoââ
You kiss him again, a clashing of lips and momentum that Renjun counters with his weight, leaning over you to press back against the creaky seat. His hand closing around your throat, gentle and clammy, sends a wave of voracious wanting straight to your core; you hold his wrist, urging him closer, licking into his mouth.
âJesus,â he pants breathlessly, âyou taste even better than I imaginedââ
You groan softly. âYou canât say things like that to me, Jun.â
âWhy not?â
âBecause it makes me crazy.â
He grins against your mouth. âI donât mind a little crazy, baby.â
***
Back at your apartment, things move quickly, and perhaps thatâs for the best.
In the dim of your living room, Renjun strips the wet clothes from your skin, the sliver of moonlight bleeding through the curtains bathing your complexion. Every hitch of breath and wanton sigh feels deafening in the silence; itâs vulnerable, to be so open and bare like this, but all the more natural.
Thereâs a conversation to be had, you know, and were you not the victim of yearsâ worth of crushing longing you might pause to entertain it. As it stands, youâre far from able to tear yourself away from the man. Better then, that it appears to be mutual.
He likes the way you taste; heâs told you as much. He likes the way your lips feel, an apparent glutton for kissing every inch of your mouth. His are swollen now, temptingly plush. They travel down the column of your throat, a tingling trail left on your skin. The nearest hard surface is a chest of drawers tucked near the television unit; youâre backed to it, lifted to it, legs spread for him to stand between. His shirt discarded to reveal broad chest and a gentle wave of abs brings you to near frantic delight; your hands roam over him, appreciating every curve and blemish.
âItâs so weird,â you mumble quietly.
Renjun watches you. âWeird?â
âTo touch you like this; like I've always wanted to. I feel like I should be reprimanded or something.â
He curls a grip around your wrist, bringing your arm around his neck. His lips close on yours as he whispers, âThat can be arranged, baby.â
Arousal pools silken in your core; with one hand he lifts your right thigh up and apart, with the other he traces a teasing touch over your naked centre, the expanse of his palm cupping you warmly. You grind instinctively against him, the desire for friction demanding it.
Renjun grins and says on a staggered breath, âSo pretty right here.â He isolates his middle finger, dragging it through your folds. âSo wet.â
 âJun, fuckââ
âWant my big cock, baby?â He palms over the swell in his jeans, guides your hand to do the same. The thick impression under your fingers sends butterflies in your gut to soar; you make quick work of his belt buckle and zipper, tugging the clothing down his thighs until he takes over. When free, he strokes himself slowly, tightly. Gripping the lip of the furniture youâre perched on, your core throbs with wanting on the suggestion of being filled, for Renjunâs lengthy appendage promises such satisfaction.
âWell?â he quirks a brow. âDo you want it?â
You nod weakly.
âCanât hear you.â
âYes, Jun. I want it. God.â
âBetter,â he rasps, a step forward connecting your bodies for him to angle just so. By the curve of your ass, he drags you sharply to the edge of the furniture, his blushed head catching on your entrance when he aligns. You hold your breath, arms thrown around his neck, so much more than prepared for this.
He locks your lips when a gentle ease of his hips guides him inside; every nerve ending fires off and white static descends over your consciousness, your whimper of delight in taking him so deliciously dying out on his tongue. Renjun draws tight, holds so until the relief of being sheathed inside you allows him to relax. Connected on most every level two people may be, he breaks away to lift your chin with thumb and forefinger, attaching his mouth to the underside of your jaw as he whispers, âHold on tight.â
And his warning is not unfounded; Renjun fucks you with a vivacity you thought him incapable of, the rhythmic drive of his hips strong and pointed on every thrust. The thump of the drawers against the wall accompanies the litany of expletives falling from your lips, bruised and bitten from his enthusiasm. Held spread by his hands hooked under your knees, Renjun moves with a steady fluidity that sees you stimulated in the deepest reaches.
Over his shoulder, the darkened window of your living room reflects the moonlit scene back at you; the toned muscles of his back and thighs that wave like an artform, the rigidity of his stance that speaks to his seemingly endless stamina, the thin coat of sweat that renders him almost iridescent.
âJun,â you whimper hopelessly, âI canâtââ
âYou can,â he hisses, âyou can, baby. Youâre doing so well.â
Slinking from him to rest against the wall, Renjun releases your knee to drag an appreciative touch down your clammy chest, to your navel.
âBeautiful,â he murmurs, then guides your thighs up and spreads wide, exposing your tender centre for his viewing pleasure. He watches with smouldering intensity as he disappears inside you, coated in your arousal, the repeated entry slick and easy. He manages what length of his throbbing cock is given to you; sometimes the inches of his tip and one more, sometimes the full seven.
âJâ Jun,â you claw at his chest, âIâm comingââ
âYeah, fuck... good girl.â
When your orgasm hits, it brings his. Removed from physical constraints of the body, you float boneless through the euphoria that is having the most incredible sex of your life. The sight of Renjun falling apart amidst praises of your name is one you wonât soon forget; hopefully wonât have to.
Swaddled in bed with him after the clean-up, (he insisted on showering with you), it strikes you that this is how it must feel to cross a line youâve been tiptoeing along for so many years; like fulfilment. Uncertain, but somehow complete. Your best friend naked at your side, you turn to him and take him in. His plush lips relaxed in content, his eyes closed as sleep crawls over him. His black and blonde hair freshly washed and towel dried, the gentle rising and falling of his still blushed chest.
âJun?â
He opens his eyes slowly.
âWe did a thing,â you whisper.
He smiles lazily. âYeah. We did. A good thing?â
âIt feels like a good thing.â
He hums his agreement. âIt does.â
âYouâre a talker though, huh?â
âYou knew that about me.â
âI guess. I didnât think it extended to everything though.â
He eyes you dubiously. âYou donât like it?â
You shake your head. âDidnât say that.â
âGood. Because thereâs still scope for that reprimanding you wanted.â
Silken warmth blooms in your core; this is certainly a side of him thatâll take some getting used to where your sanity is concerned.
âSo... youâd want this to happen again?â you ask, somewhat timidly.
His brow furrows. âWould I want to have the best sex Iâve ever had, again? Are you kidding?â
âI meanââ
âI know what you mean. Yes, I do. Iâd like it to happen a lot, actually.â
You swallow over the lump in your throat. Renjun taps his chest, opening his arm for you to snuggle beneath. In doing so, youâre almost as confused as you are thoroughly delighted; this is all so new.
He kisses your crown softly. âIâll get things straightened out with Zara in the morning,â he speaks into your hair. âI know this wasnât the right way to do things, but Iâm glad it happened all the same.â
âYou are?â
âYeah. If it didnât happen now, it might never have.â
âIt would have,â you whisper. âIâd have made sure of it.â
Renjun laughs gently, the vibrations in his chest under your ear.
âYou were always supposed to end up with me, Jun.â
He sighs listlessly, his fingers soothing through your hair.
âI know.â
***
Five weeks ago, in this very cafĂŠ, you met someone who had everything you wanted.
Now, you sit opposite that same person, and her countenance is just as icy as it was back then. Yours, however, is decidedly lighter. You donât look at Zara and see all the things she has that you donât; you look at her and simply see her for what she pretends to be.
And in the spirit of pretence, you place your phone to the table.
âWhat is it that you wanted, exactly?â Zara huffs, arms wrapped around herself as though fearing she might catch a disease from the rustic venue.
âI wanted to thank you.â
Zara scoffs. âWhat?â
âI wanted to say thank you,â you repeat.
âI donât get it.â
You smile sweetly. âIf it wasnât for you, I never would have had the courage to go through with telling Jun how I felt.â You pause, pleased with the vacant gloss that crosses Zaraâs face. âOr, I suppose, showing him how I felt.â
Her mouth opens, then promptly closes. It reminds you of a pufferfish.
âYou gave me an epiphany, Zara.â
âA what?â
âAfter your attempt at blackmailing me yesterday, I figured I had nothing to lose. Why was I keeping my feelings to myself? I mean, Iâd always had an inkling that if Jun and I ever tried to cross that line of friendship into something more, weâd hit it off big time. I guess I was super right.â
Zara leans across the table. âWhat the hell are you saying to me? What happened?â
âWell,â you speak thoughtfully, âafter I left the plastic club, I called Jun. He picked me up, and we talked, and then...â you look around sheepishly, then pull down the collar of your sweater just enough that the mark of Renjunâs passion is exposed; perhaps you exacerbated it with some brown eyeshadow.
Zaraâs cheeks turn a strange, beetroot colour. âYouâre trying to tell me you screwed my boyfriend? Like, you?â
You nod triumphantly.
âThereâs no fucking way,â Zara laughs, âlike, look at you. Look at me. Heâd give up prime fucking steak for a mouldy old hamburger? Be serious right nowââ
âBest sex of his life, I think he said.â
âYouâre a fucking liar!â she rises from her chair. âIâll totally destroy you, bitch. You think Ren-ren would even look at you? That he would cheat on me!? I knew you were delulu but this is giving psych wardââ
And at that moment, the venue door opens, inviting the street chill inside. Still sitting calmly, you glance over your shoulder. Renjun, having just entered, holds his phone to his ear, his expression sombre. The colour drains from Zaraâs face.
âRen-ren...?â
He lowers his phone, holding the screen to her. Your caller ID dances across it; you tap the screen of your phone, still positioned face-up on the table, and promptly end the call. For Zara, the pieces click into place relatively quickly.
âYou... heard all that?â she mutters.
âShe told me you were a bad person,â Renjun says coolly. âI didnât want to believe it.â
Zara starts across the cafĂŠ towards him; you rise quickly from your chair, stepping into her path. She falters but doesnât push it.
âYou blackmailed my best friend,â he continues, âbelittled her. Dismissed her at every turn. Made her feel like she was worth nothing; like her feelings were worth nothing. What has to be fundamentally broken in a person to make them capable of doing that?â
âYouâve got it totally wrong, Ren-renââ
âEnough!â he hisses. âJust stop pretending, Zara. For once, be real.â
And something in her demeanour appears to snap; like the mask falls away to reveal the rot beneath.
âYou know I have, like, three other dudes hanging off me, right?â she sneers. âIâm not short on attention. Guys trip over themselves trying to get to know me. My DMâs are so packed itâs like the fucking Superbowl in there.â
You breathe out a laugh, unable to withhold it.
âWhat? Thatâs funny to you? You wouldnât even know what attention feels like, how good it feels to be wantedââ
âOh, I know how good it feels to be wanted,â you smile saccharine.
âYouâre nothing,â she continues.
Renjun takes your hand, seemingly done with the display. âCome on.â
You nod at him, turning away from the first person youâve ever seen spiral into their own built-up delusions in real time.
âYouâre a pair of fucking nobodies!â she cries.
You wonder if there might have been another way to do this. Not so publicly, perhaps. Does a bad, brutal person call for a bad, brutal comedown in every case?
âYou think you got one over on me!? I donât get cheated on; I do not get dumped!â
You turn back to her as Renjun opens the door for you. A snide wave and a smile of genuine delight, you simply say:
âTTFN.â
***
âOh, fuck, Junââ
Among your plans for this Sunday afternoon, getting your back blown out wasnât quite on the list. Having said that, itâs a welcome addition.
Renjun holds you at the curve of your hips, the rhythmic smack of skin timing to his brutal thrusts. He groans your name and curses aloud, the thick length of his cock driving every staggered breath clean from you in a litany of whines and moans.
Five weeks since the incident youâre mutually calling âthe great breakdownâ; spring is finally here.
Life is a level of blissful you hadnât thought was achievable. Youâre not sure thereâs such a thing as moving too fast when youâve both suffered such longing; thereâs been talk of him moving in with you, talk of meeting parents, talk of future plans thatâwhile somewhat daunting for the most obvious reasons pertaining to changeâare inexplicably exciting.
âGod, youâre so good baby. So good at taking meââ
And as Renjun still talks, your susceptibility to his filth has only grown.
âWant it,â you whimper, âwant all of it, Jun, pleaseââ
Blonde strands fall into his eyes amongst the black as he doubles over you, close to crisis. Hands and knees imprinting the mattress that creaks steadily beneath you, Renjunâs appreciation for your body manifests in the handprints on your ass, the soft teeth marks over your shoulders, the dainty blooming of colour on your throat. He flips you overâa somewhat clumsy affair until limbs are situated and heâs back inside youâand the final drives of his hips bring him to release.
When he comes, he does so while consuming your lips, for thatâs yet another thing youâve discovered of his nature; Renjun feels never more connected than by a kiss, the need to feel your lips a crutch on which his pleasure rests.
Good thing youâre more than happy to oblige.
Amidst post-coital content, strewn out naked under the sunny spring rays that cast through your bedroom window, Renjun sighs softly.
one thing about having a game addict boyfriend was the lack of attention. youâd offer him dinner and heâd âaccidentallyâ ignore you due to his character almost dying. and a few minutes ago, he moved away when you tried to give him a kiss.
slightly irritated, you sat on the bed. staring at the back of his head, jisung was never going to give up his games for anything. your deep thoughts got interrupted by a loud groan coming from your boyfriend. his team lost the match that he was sure he was going to win.
thatâs when an idea popped up in your head. you quickly stood up and plopped down on jisungs lap. staring into his eyes as he slowly looked into yours.
âi promise iâll turn off the game after one more matchâ, he said keeping one hand on his controller and the other moving onto on your cheek, pulling you in for a soft kiss. but sadly for him, you werenât giving up.
your hands wrapped around his neck as you leaned in one more time, kissing him in a rough manner. his hands slowly moved to your waist, as his breathing became heavier. when you pulled away, his eyebrows were furrowed slightly and his lips puffed up due to the way you lightly sucked on it.
he held onto you tighter "your quite temptingâ he said quietly as he leaned forward to turn off his laptop, using his strength to lift you up and place you on his bed.
jisung chuckled as he set you down, crawling in between your legs. he pressed himself into your crotch and began grinding against you, moaning as he felt himself get harder. âyou want this? you want me to fuck you huh?â he said, listening as breathless moans left your mouth.
he pulled down your shorts along with your underwear, âso wet.. just for meâ he said as he started kissing you passionately, moving his hand down to rub your clit gently "all for meâ
he gently bit your lip and groaned softly as he began grinding against your thigh, rubbing your clit faster and faster "wanna put it in you.. can i?" his breath getting heavier as he keeps going, you only let out loud moans, feeling yourself shake lightly at how fast his fingers were going.
jisung pulled down his pants, positioning himself between your legs and slammed himself inside of you, both moaning loudly as he pounded away relentlessly "so tight..." your legs wrapped around his waist, feeling him deeper inside of you. he let out a loud moan and his member jerked erratically within you, he leaned down to kiss your neck gently as he kept thrusting.
he continued to thrust into you deeply, feeling the warmth of your body surround him as you cried out. he could feel the pressure building up inside him, begging to be released. your body was drenched with sweat as jisung rocked into you, moans of pleasure falling from your lips in unison.
he laughed softly as he leaned down to nibble at your neck, making sure to leave marks. "youâre so fucking beautifulâ he growled lowly in frustration, pulling back slightly before pushing forward again, this time burying himself deep within you, thrusting hard enough to cause pain but also pleasure at the same time.
a loud scream filled the room along with the harsh, fast slaps from him thrusting into you. he grit his teeth, gripping onto your shoulders as he continues pounding inside you. "youâre so good for me.." he flipped your body around swiftly, beginning to pound away at you from behind. you started shaking as his hands gripped your hips, chanting his name repeatedly like a broken doll.
you gave out a loud moan as you felt his release flood your insides. he kept thrusting into you, despite the loud screams coming from your lips. his eyes rolled back as he reached climax, continuing to pump load after load of his cum into you "love you.. love you so much" he grunted loudly, jisungs face contorts in pleasure as he feels you release around him. he pulls out after a little while and collapses beside you, panting from exhaustion.
âwanna shower together?â, you asked in a quiet voice, staring up at him. his face instantly lit up causing him to shoot up from the bed and lift you in his arms, bridal style.
can i request sex with jisung while members are in the dorm too
ALONE TIME; PARK JISUNG
pairings. boyfriend!jisung x fem!reader
wc. 609
warnings. oral (m. receiving), a lil bit of overstimulation, caught?
im glad you like them, i hope you like thisđ!
you and jisung sneaking away for some alone time.
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"baby." jisung whispered into your ear. "hmm." you took your eyes off the screen in front of you, turning to give your boyfriend attention. "let's go into the room."
you and jisung were supposed to be having date in alone at his dorm, jisung had it all planned out; you guys were gonna eat, watch movies on the tvâ and of course make out and have sex, but that's not the point.
he really was looking forward to the guys leaving for the day, doing whatever they were supposed to do...but it just had to rainânow here he is, annoyed, watching a movie that haechan picked, everybody spread out in the living room. not to mention you're sitting in lap, and he's horny.
"jisung, they're gonna notice that we're gone." he ran his hands up your sides. "they're not even paying attention, besides we can just tell them we want to spend some alone time, please we don't have to do anything, i just want to be with you alone." jisung knew he was bluffing, but he'd do anything to get to his room.
"fine, but don't make it obvious, i can't take another teasing from chenle and haechan." you two slowly got up, praying to whoever above that they don't turn their heads, making your way into his room.
"you're a liar jisungie." you purred, nails raking down his thigh. "you said we wouldn't do anything, but it only took you 10 minutes." he groaned when you slowly brushed your fingers over his hardening cock. "b..baby please do something." his voice was breathy. "please." you love when he got like this.
you smiled, crawling in between in his legs, pulling his sweats down just enough to pull his cock out. "so big." you kissed his angry tip, his precum coating your lips. "you taste so good." he almost moaned when you licked him off your lips.
"baby please, put it in your mouth." you lick a stripe from the base of his cock to the tip, taking him all the way into your mouth. "oh shit." he groaned, "your mouth feels so fucking good." you took him out of his mouth, jerking him off a bit. "baby they're gonna hear you, you have to be quiet."
you sucked on his tip, taking him back into your mouth, he grabbed your hair, moving your head up and down on his cock, occasionally pushing it down all the way forcing your head down just to hear you gag and struggle to take him down your throat. "fuck baby, i'm gonna cum soon."
you licked the vein on the side of his cock, taking him all the way down your throat again and that sent him off. "fuck! babe im cumming." jisung came down you throat, bucking up into your mouth a few times. you slowly took him out of your mouth, sucking on tip watching him shake a little. "ah-ah babe stop."
"im sorry." your voice was horse, he put himself away, pulling you into his lap. "do you want me to." you shook your head. "i told you, i just want to be next to you." he caressed your cheek, kissing your lips. "let me go get you something to drink." he climbed out of bed, walking out of his bedroom.
they still were staring at the screen when he walked into the kitchen, grabbing some snacks and drinks for you guys, making his way back to his room, but he was stopped by a snicker and he just knew he was caught.
"please keep it down, no one wants to hear when your about to cum."
Prince Jeno x Princess Reader, enemies to lovers au!, royalty au!
Summary: The only thing stronger than the rivalry between the east and west kingdoms is the hatred between you and Jeno. And things seem to get even more complicated when to save both kingdoms, the kings decide to marry the two of you. Could hate and love be two sides of the same coin?
synopsis: when your old college decides that your major isnât worth the money. Meaning you have to transfer in the middle of your last year to neo university. But luckily you have three fuckboys to bring you out of your shell and help you get off
pairing: jaemin x reader (renjun and chenle flirting with reader)
genre: smau, crack, college au, friends to lovers, FWB, secret relationship
warnings: SMUT, heavy flirting, sexting, fighting?
â 𦹠warnings. multiple sex scene, oral (f. receiving), unprotected sex, jealous renjun (bro has it out for haechan)
â 𦹠( life with your roomates after what happened previously ) !
authors note. people were asking for a part 2 so i had to deliver.
You threw your head back , jaemins head buried in between your legs â his tongue licking your folds as his nose bumped against your clit. âJa-jaemin fuck , more.â He held your legs open , holding your stomach down as you squirmed. âFuck im gonna cum!â You screamed , legs shaking as you came on his tongue.
âOh fuck!â
He pulled away with that same condescending smirk he wore every time he ate you out. âJesus princess , youâre gonna pull my hair out of you keep gripping it like that.â You rolled your eyes. âShut up.â
You felt his cock twitching against you , reaching down to stroke him through his pants. âSh-shit donât.â He grabbed your hand. âWhy not?â you questioned. âas much as I want bury my cock it your pretty pussy , I have class.â He said. âyouâre gonna go the class hard.â
He shrugged , standing up on the bed. âNot like I havenât before , it really helps with the ladies.â He wiggled his eyes brows , causing you to roll your eyes once again. âyou jealous princess?â he smirked , you scoffed. âAnd why would I be jealous?â you slid your panties back on. âOh yeah thatâs right , you have three other alternatives.â He said â just as jeno walked into your room. âthere goes one of them.â
It had been a long time since it was supposed to be a âone time thingâ with your roommates â many times youâve found yourself in jenoâs and jaemins bed , or haechan sneaking inside your room at night whining about how horny he was , asking you to help him out â which you almost always did.
Renjun on the other hand â he never really came to you , more like you went to him. He never denied you , or course not , he would never miss the opportunity to fuck you or have you go down on him , especially whenever he was stressed.
âSorry sweet , canât fuck you today , I have a class as well.â Jeno eyed your half naked body. âwhen have any of you cared about school that much?â you pouted. âhaechan is on his way, you know heâs never not ready to fuck you.â Jeno said. âfine , and when I start fucking him only donât say anything.â They both scoffed , seeing your bluff. âJaemin , you know what I can miss a day , what about you?â
Jaemin smirked , you looked in between the both of them confused. âYeah , it just a regular class , I can watch online.â Before you even ask what they were talking about , jeno was picking your body up , you yelped in surprise. âJeno!â He held you down against his hardening cock. âYou want cock so much , how about taking two?â
It was always just you and one of them , but the thought of two of them made your panties soak. âLook at her eyes , going dumb just by the thought.â Jaemin snickered, his cock in front of your face. âthatâs what you want to take two cocks at the same time -hm- like a slut?â you grinded down on jeno cock , he groaned out , slapping your ass , gripping it. âSh-shit jeno.â
He lifted you up , pulling his cock out from his underwear and sweats , jerking his cock , slapping his head against your ass. âgonna fuck this cunt.â He pulled your panties to the side â his cockhead rubbing against your folds. âtreat you like the whore you arm.â He abruptly pushed you down on his cock , both of you moaning out. âfu-fuck , pussy is so good.â
He pushed you down on your cock , the burn from his cock stretching you out deliciously. âthatâs it , take my fat cock.â You moved your hips up and down , lifting your shirt up , sucking on you boobs that bounced on his face.
Meanwhile , jaemin was teasing you â his cock long freed from his pants , tapping against your lips , leaving behind a trail of his pre-cum. âyou want my cock down your throat princess , want me to abuse your mouth while fucks you cunt.â He pushed his tip into your mouth. âfuuuuck , your mouth is so warm.â He groaned , sliding his cock into your mouth.
He slowly fucked into your mouth , occasionally hitting the back of your throat every time jeno fucked up into your hole. âGod your mouth is like heaven.â He groaned. âgotta fuck your mouth often.â Jeno slapped your ass. âM'shit , your pussy is choking my cock , gonna cum inside you.â
He lifted his legs up , getting a better angle as he fucked you , you cursed , your words being muffled by jaemins cock. âSh-shit keep doing that , sheâs moaning like a slut on my dick.â He threw his head back. âFuck! Im gonna cum down your throat.â
He grabbed the back of your head , pushing it all the way down , using your mouth like some sort of toy , before you felt his cum shoot to the back of your throat. âOh fuck!â he cursed , pulling out , jerking off his still hard cock , more cum shooting from his red cock on to your lips , all the way up to your lips. âLook at you , nasty baby , gonna let jeno cum inside?â
âY-yes.â You yelled out , feeling yourself about to cum. âi-im gonna fucking cum.â Jeno rutted his hips up faster. âJeno -fuck- jeno im cumming!â you let out a pornographic scream , legs shaking , falling over as you came. âshaking like a leaf on my cock.â He laughed. âJae she really a little slut.â
âSh-shit im gonna cum.â Jeno hissed , pressing you down , nuzzling his cock deep inside as he came. âtake my fucking cum slut , take it like the cumdump you are.â He fully emptied himself inside you â thank god for birth control.
âYou have a filthy mouth.â You hissed as jeno cleaned you up. âme, had your mouth not been full of cock we both know your mouth is just as filthy as mines.â He helped you get dressed. You turned to jaemin who was resting on your bed. âdid I say you can sleep here?â he opened one eyes before speaking.
âyou just sucked the soul out of me , I did a nap and your room is the most comfortable." He closed his eyes â you turned to jeno who shook his head. âim gonna go watch the class online , since someone made me miss a class.â He said walking out of the room.
Renjun walked through the door , dropping his bag tiredly , his classes had worn him out â he just wanted to fall asleep in his bed , he didnât even have the energy to fix himself some food , going straight to his room to sleep.
Well at least thatâs what he wanted , to take a nice sleep â but instead he had to listen to you scream on the other side of his wall as his other two roommates fucked you. âsh-shit.â He could feel his cock stirring awake in his sweats , your moans were like music to his ears , bringing his hand to palm his cock. âNo.â he stopped himself , he wasnât gonna do that , turning on his side, taking his pillow to cover his ear to block out the sounds.
By the time you guys were done , he was no longer even tired , he was hard a fuck and desperate to relieve himself â maybe he could ask you. You always came go him , he was too nervous to ask , but he knew heâd end up fucking his hand until his wrist grew tired if he tried to jerk off.
After playing mental gymnastics in his hand , he got up making his way put his bedroom to knock on yours. âcome in.â he heard your soft voice , smiling to himself as he opened the door , stepping in , his smile immediately dropping as he looked at the scene in front of him.
You sat on your bed , scrolling through phone , half naked â while a half naked jaemin slept beside you. âo-oh shit im sorry.â He said , turning. âwe arenât doing anything , heâs sleep how can I help you?â He stared at your bare thighs, wanting nothing more to than burry his head in between them , but he couldnât cause of jaemin â lord he hated jaemin right now.
âO-oh n-nothing I was wondering if you wanted to get take out?â he said , cursing himself out in his head. âSure , whatever you want is fine.â He nodded , taking a quick last peek at your thighs before making his way out of the room , shutting the door. âyou know he wanted to fuck right?â
You slightly jumped , turning to him. âyou scared me.â You slapped his chest. âAnd what do you know?â You said. âbecause im a man , I saw that look in his eyes.â He sat up. âhow did you see anything if you were sleep.â You rolled your eyes. âcall is a sixth sense.â He pinched your thigh , you slapped his hand. âthat hurt.â
âLet me kiss it better.â He kissed your thigh. âI know what youâre doing.â He smirked against your thigh , before placing another kiss , spreading your legs. âgood then we can skip that part.â He lowered his head in between your thighs.
âI'm home now , i just in.â you held the bags in your hand , making your way to your room â shopping tired you out and all you wanted was to lay down and watch tv in your bed.
Your door was open â that was strange , you always kept it closed. You walked up to the door , hearing a loud curse , realizing who it was , kicking the door open. âhaechan how many times have I told you not to come into my room to use my computer.â
He turned in your chair , smiling. âI was waiting for you to come home.â He said. âI missed you.â He whined. âshut up mark.â He spoke through his headset. Â âWow youâre really comfortable â get out.â You dropped your bags. âIm tired and I donât want to hear you yelling at mark right now.â
You heard him say goodbye to mark , as you got undress to your underwear , climbing into bed â feeling a dip right after. âhaechan I said â but I want you.â He whined in your ear. âI waited all day for you.â You could feel him grinding his cock against your thigh , it made you smirk. âyeah?â
You brought your hand to his hard on squeezing it in your palm , he moaned. âwhat do you want.â You palmed him , he tried his best not to grind against your hand so he wouldnât cum. âi-I want to f-fuck you , p-please.â He stuttered out. âPlease.â
He sounded so cute begging for you like that , humping you leg. âkeep humping my thigh , then maybe i'll let you fuck me.â He whined , annoyed. âY-y/n why?â he pouted , still not stopping his movements though. âbecause I like watching you act like a bunny in heat.â You teased. âfucking my thigh like itâs the last thing youâll ever fuck.â You bit his ear lobe , his hips stuttered against your leg. âfuck?â
He felt his front becoming wet , his ears turning red â heâd just came in his pants like a teenager. âgood boy.â You praised. âyou can fuck me now.â He wasted no time , ripping his pants off , throwing them along with his ruined underwear , climbing in between your legs. âSlow down hyuck , im not going anywhere.â
âIâm so horny.â He pressed his needy tip at your entrance. âI canât help it.â He pushed into your waiting hole. âof fuck , I canât.â He felt like he was going crazy the way your cunt gripped him like vice. âyour pussy is too tight.â You moaned , as he rutted into your hole. âfu-fuck hyuck your so big.â
He reached between your sweaty bodies , rubbing your hard clit. âoh fuck hyuck im gonna cum , fuck!â you shouted , he sped up his movements. âm-me too , I want you to cum first.â He stuttered. âCum first.â He rubbed harsher circles on your clit. âfuck im cumming!â You moaned , tightening your legs around his waist as you came. âfu-fuck cum inside me hyuck.â
âShit.â He cursed upon hearing your lewd words. âfuck im cumming.â He emptied himself inside you , rutting his hips a few times to ride out his high, before pulling out his softening cock.
âDidnât know you had a breeding kink.â He teased , you rolled your eyes. âDonât tease me when you came all over yourself not only 20 minutes ago.â He shrugged , nestling into your side. âno shame in my game , not every day a bad bitch lets you hump her thigh.â You laughed. âyou are so corny.â
âGood morning lazy bums.â You walked into the kitchen where everyone was. âits 11:30 , and weâre the lazy bums , do you even go to school?â Jaemin joked. âwhen absolutely necessary.â You grabbed a yogurt from the fridge . âI need my beauty sleep.â You said.
âOr maybe you need to stop fucking haechan 4 oâclock in the morning.â Jeno said , both of you turned to him. âwhat I do in her bedroom is none of your business.â He said , with his mouth full of cereal. âit is when its 4 oâclock in the morning.â Renjun muttered, he was quietly sitting at the table , watching you. âAre you just upset that it's not you?â hyuck teased, you slapped his hand. âGo get ready.â You said. âBefore I tell everyone what you did the other day.â He quickly got up , making his way into his room. âhe doesnât know you told us already.â You shook your head. âI have few more errands , donât tell him just yet.â
âdo you have class today?â you asked renjun once you both were alone , he shook his head â heâd been doing that a lot lately , only using head , or really short answers. âNo.â
He stood up , putting his dish in the sink. âim going back to my room.â He said before making his way back to his cave where could be alone.
He didnât mean to be so rude , he knew he shouldnât be jealous , itâs not that he hated what you were doing , he just wish he could come to you like they could , without getting nervous â like how haechan did , fuck sometimes he wanted to stuff his mouth with socks.
Jeno and jaemin he had no problem with them , at least they didnât be smug assholes about it â bur hyuck , he had to let everyone know what was going on , tease him to his face , mock him , it just pissed him off.
It pissed him off always hearing you moan his name , how much a dick heâd be in the morning after. âfuck.â He groaned , the mere thought of your moans turned him on , so desperately wanting to feel you again.
You knocked on his door , waiting for him to answer. âJun.â you called , he opened the door. âyes?â He stuck his head out. âI just wanted to ask if youâre okay?â no he was horny as hell , and wanted to beat haechan up. âim fine.â
âyou sure , you just seem.â You started. âSeem what?â he said. âwell like you are â upset?â he interrupted. âwell yeah.â You said. âare you?â You asked. âyes.â He said , your lips parted to speak. âis that not what you wanted me to say?â he said. âthat everything was just fine when itâs not.â He was now out of the room , backing you against your bedrooms door. âjust like always.â
You didnât know why , but his new change of attitude was turning you on. âw-well why are you upset?â you tried not to stutter but he pressed against you, his breath fanning against your face. âYou want know princess , you really want to know?â fuck that nickname almost made your knees buckle. âBecause im horny as fuck. He said.
âIm horny as fuck , and every time I want to come to you , youâre always busy , or too busy fucking haechan to even notice.â His hand running up your arm , causing you to shiver. âHeâs always in the way , I donât care about the others , but itâs always him.â His lips were so close to yours. âim so sick of him.â He pressed his lips against yours.
He opened the door â you stumbled back but he caught you , not breaking the kiss until you reached the bed. âsit down.â He pushed you down , sitting in front of your legs , spreading them. âhe talks so much shit about how he does this better , mâgonna show him.â He pulled down your panties. âsuch a wet cunt.â He licked your folds. âtaste so good.â He dove right in , licking at your cunt , using his thumb to rubbed at your clit.
You threw your head , back holding his head. He was better than hyuck , but youâd never tell , you were trying to start world war three in the apartment.  âso fucking good jun.â he hummed against your cunt. âshit.â
He added a finger , thrusting slowly in your cunt , sucking at your clit. âfuck jun im gonna cum!â he gave you the okay , your legs stiffened as you came. âoh my god.â You gasped , he pulled away , his lips glossy.
He didnât mutter a word , pushing you back against the bed , climbing on top of you. âre-rejun , please.â You begged. âPlease fuck me.â He palmed himself , releasing his hard cock. âDo you even deserve it?â He rubbed himself against your heat. âI donât think you do.â
âpl-please , I want it.â You moaned , he slowly push his cock into your hole , stopping at his tip. âyou want the hole thing?â he teased , slowly fucking you with his tip. âre-renjun please.â Tears wielding in your eyes. âawe are you crying.â He teased. âyou want my cock that bad?â you nodded. âpl-please.â
He pushed himself all the way in , bottoming out. âfuck such a nice cunt.â He moved his hips , dragging his cock in and out of your hole. ânice and tight.â He groaned. âf-faster.â You cried , he began to snap his hips against yours , pinching your nipples. âFu-fuck im not gonna last if you keep gripping me like that.â
You were overwhelmed , ready to cum at any moment. âyou gonna cum princess?â he said. âcum all over my cock? Do it , cum.â He commanded , and with that you came , tightening around him. âoh shit , im gonna cum.â He grunted. âshit.â
You felt his seed pour inside you , you sighed at the feeling. âso good.â He stilled his hips , making sure he was empty , before pulling out. âshit.â He watched it leak out of you. âthatâs so hot.â
He helped you get dressed â putting on your clothes back on , you sat up in the bed , pulling him back down on the bed. âwhat?â You pushed him down , to lay down. âmaybe if you stayed , haechan wouldnât always be here to keep me company.â
His face turned red , you laughed. âif you want to come hang out with me , then just ask, you donât have to make this whole thing weird , you see me and jaemin , we hang out all the time.â You said. âeven when we arenât you know.â
âThen letâs go somewhere, tomorrow.â He asked , just as the door opened. âyeah letâs go.â Hyuck walked in , renjun was about to get up , but you stopped him. âhyuck , I love you but not today.â The boy pouted. âwhy not , heâs about to leave isnât he?â You shook your head. âno , heâs staying here and hanging out with me , we can hang out later on , now go.â You sent the pouting boy on his way , you turned to him with a smile.
âł summary: They say itâs lonely at the top, especially for Jung Jaehyun, owner and founder of Jung Industries. As a single dad who just wants to be the best father to his daughter, he realizes that you make his life a little sweeter when youâre by his side.
âł warnings: explicit sexual content (oral, penetration, thigh riding, dirty talk, rough dom!jaehyun, sub!reader, daddy & sir kink, spanking, reader has big boobs, implied use of birth control, etc.)
âł a/n (1): read part 1 here. not necessarily required to understand the second part since most events in part 1 are explained here, but i highly suggest you do so.
There was a line between personal and professional life.Â
In a matter of seconds, you crossed that line after Jung Jaehyun, CEO of Jung Industries who is also your boss, asked you out on a date. Well, that line was sort of crossed after you attended his daughter's seventh birthday party and even after you became good friends with him while working so closely with him as his secretary at Neo City Tech and at his startup, Jung Industries.
It has been one week since his daughter Yeona's birthday party, the Saturday that Jaehyun arranged for you to go on a date together. Tonight, you would be dining at The Sunset, a hot new restaurant that opened downtown a few months ago. Apparently, there was a waiting list, and patrons that made reservations three months ago are only now able to dine due to the popularity this place has gotten for its delicious cuisine. But apparently, Jaehyun made a few calls and was able to squeeze you both in on such short notice.Â
You and Jaehyun werenât the go-grab-a-beer-together type of friends, but more of a working-together-in-a-friendly-way arrangement. You gave him advice about managing his professional life because you knew his schedule and his personal life intimately as a part of your job, and that was how you got to talking. Never had you once seen him outside of work, except for that day that you babysat Yeona after her babysitter had to cancel last minute and then Yeona's birthday party. There was a part of you that always noted how handsome he was, how beautifully sculpted his face is, how his hair kisses his forehead in a way that makes him look like the boy next door, not the CEO of a huge, successful company.Â
But sometimes to you, he seemed like the boy next door, with the prettiest smile and the sweetest, honey-like voice.Â
So you have a tiny crush on your boss, and your boss may have a tiny crush on you, thus asking you out on a date. Many people have been in your position.
It took every fiber of your being for you to not squeal with giddiness when you see Jung Jaehyun at your doorstep, looking as gentlemanly as if he's going to pick you up for prom. Jaehyun wears a gray suit, designer, a white, pleated dress shirt at the neck, and a red rose is in his pocket, fresh. His hair looks clean and washed, and he wears a pleasant smile on his face. He holds out a hand after admiring how you look; you're wearing a red dress that hugs your figure, one that has thin, red straps and a sweetheart neckline.Â
"We're matching," Jaehyun notices in a sheepish voice; this was completely not planned. But you canât help but notice Jaehyunâs voice; that wasnât the type of voice that CEO Jung has, but tonight he's not CEO Jung, but just Jung Jaehyun, a boy who likes a girl.Â
You and Jaehyun walk arm-in-arm out of your apartment, careful not to make eye contact with people nearby, who are speculating that the guy you're with looks suspiciously like Jung Jaehyun.Â
In a visitor parking spot is a white Kia, an older model that wouldn't be immediately tied with a rich CEO. Jaehyun opens the door for you. "My lady," he says dramatically, with a jubilant smile. You smile as well, rolling your eyes at Jaehyun's joking chivalry, and Jaehyun gets into the driver's seat. The two of you make the thirty-minute drive downtown, and Jaehyun takes another ten minutes to find parking.Â
In the crowded streets, people are busy with their own business to notice the two of you together, and you successfully make it to The Sunset.Â
This is where the fun begins.Â
There's always paparazzi around here due to all the high-profile clientele, and you told Jaehyun that he didn't have to do this, that you would be perfectly happy doing something more lowkey like grabbing a beer, but Jaehyun insisted that you deserve something nice after serving him for so long and for so well.
Ignoring the stray flashes you can see reflecting through the window as you wait in line for the hostess to match your name with the reservation, you observe the scenery. The room is filled with warm tones, browns, oranges, burgundies, and clean whites and off-white. Not a single thing is out of place; not a single table cloth has a stray fiber and not a single inch of the hardwood floors is not freshly waxed. Such opulence is something you never thought you would see for yourself, only through a window or in a movie.Â
"Jung for two," Jaehyun gestures to the hostess. She smiles as she drags her finger across the old-fashioned reservation book, meant to give the place an old-timey, classy vibe, and when she sees the matching name, her eyes light up.
"Yes sir. This gentleman will take care of you," she briefly looks at an older man wearing formal pants, a dress shirt, and a vest, who takes you up a flight of stairs
The table that the waiter leads you to gives you a view of the other dining customers and you are next to a large window, which shows the city at night, beautifully lit. You stare in awe.Â
"Been living in this city for ten years, and the view never fails to strike me speechless," the waiter interjects when he notices you staring. You meet his gaze bashfully.Â
"Yeah," you agree, a lippy smile on your face. "Everything just feels so small after seeing such a view," you comment astutely.Â
When you and Jaehyun sit down on the soft, velvety chairs, the waiter changes the subject.Â
"Back to the food," he hands out laminated menus.Â
He waits as you two scan the menu for something to eat. Even after looking at The Sunset's website, you're still not sure what you want to order. Half of the meats offered, you never tasted in your life.Â
"What do you suggest?" You ask wistfully, trying to sound cool as if you're not at a loss about what to order.Â
"I absolutely love the creamy spinach stuffed salmon in garlic butter," he says, the light in his eyes dancing as he gives this suggestion, happy that someone wants his opinion.Â
"I'll have that," you smile.Â
Jaehyun looks up from the menu, looking sure of himself. "I'll have the roast beef tenderloin," he says courteously.Â
"Rare or medium rare?"Â
"Medium rare," Jaehyun replies as if his order is practiced. Of course it is, given how many fancy dinners he must have attended as CEO, dinners that you arranged.
The waiter acknowledges, writes it down on a small pad, and walks away. A few feet away from you and Jaehyun are another couple, taking turns exchanging kisses over the dining table. Another couple on the first floor, which you have a view of from your high position, laugh politely, with smiles on their faces, yet affection brimming underneath. You and Jaehyun remain stiff in your places. Usually, you both are able to exchange playful banter no matter the situation, but there is only awkwardness in the air.Â
The question that is bugging your mind: where do you both stand in your relationship?Â
Despite how high you are, you still manage to see flashes from the ground outside, from cameramen zooming in. Although Jaehyun has dealt with being a celebrity for a long time and has thus gotten used to being watched, you haven't, and your nervousness can be felt on the other side of the table.Â
"Y/N, I just want to thank you again for your services. You have managed to keep me afloat all these years, and I would never trade you for the world." Jaehyun's eyes look serious as he says these beautiful words, but he doesn't reach for your hand, only offering you a consoling smile.Â
"I should thank you for being a really great boss," you chuckle. "How many employers take their secretaries out to dinner at the hottest restaurant in town?" You say, your heart breaking a little as you avoid calling this excursion a date.
Jaehyun smiles, and by this time, and not long after, dinner is served. The waiter comes back with full trays in both hands, carrying them on his forearms as waiters do in the movies.Â
You're a bit disappointed with how small the serving is. Although the tray is large, it was mostly meant for the presentation of the dish. There were only a few pieces of stuffed, flavorful salmon in the center, on top of rich, green leaves.Â
You don't let your disappointment show.Â
"Bon appetit!" The waiter says with a playful glint in his eyes. "Let me know what you think." He shuffles away, leaving you and Jaehyun alone again.Â
Jaehyun's portion is also pretty small, and he takes his fork and knife and starts digging in after he puts a thick, white napkin on his lap. You imitate him.Â
The cheese and spinach give a fresh and umami flavor to the dish, but you're not sure how you feel about the slimy salmon. Only occasionally did you eat seafood, preferring something simple like chicken or lamb or potatoes, and the feeling is unfamiliar in your mouth. Sure, the meat is well-cooked, but the salmon taste wasn't for you despite how the waiter raved about it.
At how slowly you're eating your food, while Jaehyun is more than halfway done with his pork tenderloin, he gives you a cheeky smile.Â
"Don't like the food?"Â
You're shocked by Jaehyun's sudden words. You didn't think you were so transparent, but noticing how only one of the four salmon pieces is gone, you realize you weren't doing a good job hiding your distaste.Â
You feel a little bad that Jaehyun will be picking up the bill on a meal that you're not finishing, so you force another piece into your mouth, a tight smile on your face.Â
"I like it," you say in your most convincing voice.Â
Jaehyun titters. "Y/N, you wouldn't even fool a two-year-old,"Â
You laugh, deciding to come clean. "Okay fine. It's not that I don't like the food but that I'm not used to it. When I was younger, chicken tenders were a delicacy," you say fondly, remembering your childhood years. Your parents were middle-class, hard-working people, and growing up without lots of money to spare meant you weren't eating medium-rare tenderloin or stuffed salmon.Â
Then Jaehyun understands. He puts down his fork and says, "How about a run to the convenience store? I'm really craving instant ramen." Before you can argue, Jaehyun calls for the check.Â
"What did you think, miss?" The same waiter asks. You manage to pop two more pieces in your mouth, revolted by the slimy taste.Â
With a forced smile, you report, "It was good." You even give a thumbs up, which makes Jaehyun almost laugh on the spot.Â
The waiter is oblivious to these signals. "I'm glad you enjoyed it." He eyes one last salmon piece, and you quickly pipe in before he can ask you about that.Â
"The flavors were so rich, like a storm! I think I need a break," you try to save.Â
You're thankful the waiter doesn't ask too many questions, and he leaves you both after taking your dishes, fetching you the check.Â
After Jaehyun pays, you both stand up, and Jaehyun's hand is at the small of your back, leading you through the crowded streets. Some people start asking him for a comment about Jung Industriesâ high stock prices, and he successfully avoids them, but you know the real questions they have are about you, the mystery woman who it seems that Jung Jaehyun went on a date with. Jung Jaehyun, who has been so busy with work that he barely dates, is seen with a strange, unknown woman, not even a socialite or an heiress.Â
You both are able to lose them by the time you are in the parking garage, and Jaehyun quietly pays before getting out of there and landing head-first into city traffic.Â
"I know a good place on the outskirts of the city," you say. Jaehyun nods, and you give him the directions.Â
The convenience store parking lot is practically empty by the time you and Jaehyun arrive, except for the employees' cars. When you walk into the store, it's as empty as you thought, and the bell on the door dings, signaling your presence. The girl at the front desk meets your eyes for a millisecond before going back to reading her magazine. You're glad she didn't look too hard; she's probably seen weirder at this hour.
So here you are with your boss, the CEO of Jung Industries, completely overdressed and about to buy instant ramen. Not exactly how you thought the night would go.
Jaehyun starts pushing a cart and you both read the signs hanging from the ceiling, labeling where everything is, and you both are scanning the aisles until you find the "microwavable food" section, where you turn. You drop five packets of instant ramen, and go to the nearby "sandwich meats" section, grabbing some pork wrapped tightly in plastic. Then, Jaehyun suggests that you get chicken tenders, for old timesâ sake. You oblige, heading to the "frozen foods" section and grabbing two boxes before getting to the checkout. To avoid recognition, Jaehyun hangs in the aisles, giving you his credit card to check out the food at the counter. You do as he says and check out without any problems, and Jaehyun meets you outside the store
"Let's go to your place," you suggest. "Surely all this food is too much for ourselves to eat," you say.Â
You and Jaehyun hop into his car after loading the food into the trunk, and you start driving back to his penthouse. After parking in the attached garage underground, you and Jaehyun lift a bag and carry it into the lobby, taking the elevator into his penthouse.Â
When the door dings and the elevator opens, you're instantly met with Yeona, playing chess with Mrs. Kim. No wonder Jaehyun thought she was the best babysitter for Yeona.Â
"Daddy! Y/N!" Yeona shouts, completely forgetting about the chess game and running to you both. Jaehyun drops the bag and kneels down to hug his daughter. You do the same when Yeona gives you a tight hug as if she hasn't seen you in ages.Â
"Hi Yeona, how are you?" You ask.Â
"Great now that you and Daddy are here. Mrs. Kim and I were playing chess, and she says I'm a natural!" Yeona says excitedly, looking back at her babysitter. Mrs. Kim has a soft look on her face as she looks at Yeona before standing up and talking with Jaehyun for a few moments in a hushed tone. You don't hear any of what they say, deciding to keep your attention on Yeona.Â
"Your daddy and I brought some goodies," you say, holding up your bag. Yeona looks inside curiously and gasps at the chicken tenders. "Yay!" She squeals. "Can we have them now?"Â
"Of course." You lead Yeona into the kitchen and arrange the frozen food on the toaster oven tray, watching as Yeona gazes with wide, excited eyes. Jaehyun joins you guys after Mrs. Kim leaves.Â
"Having fun without me?" He asks with mock hurt.
"Yes." You giggle. "Have you heard of a Jung Jaehyun?" You ask Yeona.Â
Playing along, Yeona shakes her head. "Nope, never."Â
"Well, I guess if there's no Jung Jaehyun, then I guess there's no ramen," Jaehyun has a playful disappointed face as he holds up his plastic bag with the ramen and meat.Â
"Of course I know a Jung Jaehyun," Yeona says now that the ramen is in danger, and you and Jaehyun laugh.Â
The laughs dissipate after Jaehyun finds a large pot and fills it with water. As he waits for it to boil, the chicken tenders are done in the oven, but not well-cooked enough, so you set the toaster again, much to Yeona's disappointment. After the second time you cook the chicken tenders, they are well-cooked and crunchy, after you had a taste test, of course.Â
In a few minutes, the ramen is done after Jaehyun poured all five packets inside and stirred, watching the fused ramen noodles separate in the boiling water.Â
Since your job is practically over, you decide to open the pork and start searing it on a pan. Jaehyun makes sure that Yeona doesn't eat the chicken tenders too early.Â
You take a knife and a cutting board and cut the meat into strips before putting them on the oiled skillet and hear the meat sizzle. You flip it over after adorning the pieces with spices, and wait until there is a nice char. Then you put the pieces on another plate.Â
"Now we can feast!" Jaehyun says, and Yeona squeals happily. Jaehyun takes out three plates, and you distribute the ramen on the plates, sprinkle the pork, and then add three chicken tenders for each person.Â
All three of you have the same thought and make a beeline for the couch. Jaehyun tries to find the remote, but Yeona finds it first, turning it to Peppa Pig
"Aw shucks!" Jaehyun says, careful not to use a curse word around his daughter.Â
You both sit around, watching for a few moments as Yeona explains the story (she has seen this episode before). You and Jaehyun listen intently until Jaehyun interrupts.Â
"Sweetie, I'm going to use the restroom, but why don't you talk to Y/N? I'm sure she's very interested." Jaehyun gives you sort of an evil look, and before you can narrow your gaze, Yeona looks at you with joy in her eyes.Â
She continues explaining and talking about her favorite characters, and after a while you both fall into silence, eating your ramen and chicken tenders.Â
"Y/N, can I ask you a question?" Her voice sounds oddly serious to your surprise. She looks from the TV, where she sees Peppa, Mommy, and Daddy Pig with George.Â
"Sure, what is it?"Â
"Are you going to be my mommy?"Â
You almost drop your spoon in shock. In the scene on screen, Mommy Pig and Peppa are hugging, and of course, you know why this question is cropping up.Â
"Why would you say that?" You ask, in your most gentle voice.Â
"Because you and Daddy went on a date. Doesn't that mean that you're gonna get married, and you're going to be my mommy?"Â
You chuckle at how innocent yet logical Yeona's remarks are. "Your daddy and I like each other a lot, so we went on a date just to get to know each other a little more." You reason. "I'm not going to be your new mommy just yet, but we don't know what the future holds."Â
At the end of your monologue, Yeona looks crestfallen.Â
"Everyone else at school has a mommy. They make the best food and come to all the school events." She pauses for a moment. "Why don't I have a mommy?"Â
You take a deep breath. You're not sure how to handle this. The topic of Yeona's mother has always been a touchy subject for Jaehyun. Recently after Jaehyun took in Yeona when he was at Neo Culture Tech, you asked about Yeona's mother and what happened to her, and you were received with the coldest look. 'She's dead' you recall him saying. 'At least, dead to me.' The words send an icy shiver down your spine. You're not really sure if she's dead or alive or if Jaehyun has any contact with her. After that, you decided to never touch the subject again for the next eight years. From what you know from organizing his schedules, Jaehyun hasn't been officially meeting with her.Â
Before you were stuck with answering that question, Jaehyun reappears from the bathroom, and you silently thank him.Â
"Hey look, daddy's back!" You swiftly change the subject. Yeona receives him with the same excited manner that she has, but there is a darkness in her eyes that you think you're the only one that notices.Â
One thing's for sure: Yeona hasn't forgotten this conversation.Â
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Just like Yeona, you haven't forgotten the conversation either. On Sunday, you were pondering the events of your date. After eating and helping Jaehyun clear the plates since the maid went home early, you decide to take a cab home rather than let Jaehyun or his driver take you home. On Sunday morning, you got a text from him asking if you got home safe.Â
All of a sudden, you feel like everything is moving too fast between you and Jaehyun. His daughter asked if you were going to marry him. Sure, kids say the weirdest things, but there's something you cannot shake from your interaction with Yeona.Â
She's becoming too attached to you only after you have been with her a couple of times. You never really thought about what dating Jaehyun would be like, only crushing on him from the distance. Imagine if it doesn't work out. Can Yeona take it if she becomes more and more attached to you? Are you ready to be a step-mom? These questions might seem like they are really in the future, but it doesn't hurt to think about them now.
On top of all that, you just saw an article from the Daily Star, a trashy celebrity spotting magazine, and the headline reads "Jung Jaehyun on a date?" It shows a picture of you and Jaehyun at The Sunset and at the convenience store. You guessed the cashier was more attentive than you thought. Of course, you knew that the paparazzi and celebrity sightings would be a part of your life if you dated Jaehyun, but now that it has really happened, you suddenly feel anxious, watched. Not to mention if this becomes office gossip, where your reputation will suffer more than Jaehyunâs.
All of this stuff sounds romantic in the books and the movies, but they were definitely not what you expected it now that you really thought about it.Â
You decide that the best course of action is to maintain a strictly professional relationship with Jung Jaehyun, as much as your heart hates it.Â
On Monday morning, you quietly slip into work, taking your place at the desk outside of Jaehyun's corner office. You resume taking calls and adding events to Jaehyun's calendar as if nothing at all happened this weekend, and thankfully, no one has approached you about the article in the Daily Star. You're ready to put this all behind you.Â
As you sip the coffee you have in the flask that you brought, a figure enters your field of vision. You look up to see a woman in a white blazer and matching pencil skirt, wearing a silky blouse under her blazer. She wears a heavy opal necklace and matching earrings, and her hair is in a tight ponytail. You stare at her for a few moments longer than you should without saying anything, swearing that this face is oddly familiar.Â
"How can I help you?" You ask the woman. She looks about Jaehyun's age, and she clutches the purse hanging from her shoulder, expecting that you were just supposed to let her in just because she was standing there.Â
"I need to see Jung Jaehyun," she says.Â
"Name please?" you ask politely, opening up Jaehyun's calendar on your computer. She looks like she could be a client.Â
"I don't have an appointment," she says tersely. You stare at her, puzzled.Â
"I'm sorry, but Mr. Jung won't see anyone he doesn't have a previous appointment with." As you finish your sentence, you can see Jaehyun approach you from across the hall from the bathroom, where he took a five-minute break before he was arranged to be in a meeting.
"Y/N," Jaehyun says. His face pales at the sight of the woman in front of you.Â
"I was just saying that you don't see anyone without an appointment-"Â
"It's okay," Jaehyun says quickly, his gaze not leaving the woman. He gestures for her to open his office door, and she does; Jaehyun follows in suit.Â
You find the whole interaction weird, and the way that she looked so familiar also struck you, but you don't let yourself get too lost in your thoughts. As you continue with your work, you can hear muffled, angry voices inside Jaehyun's office.Â
Slowly, you turn around and face Jaehyun and that woman. Jaehyun is tense as he claws at his desk angrily, and he grits his teeth as he responds to the woman. She looks as though she is pleading, but Jaehyun is having none of that. In a few minutes, the argument ceases, and before Jaehyun and the woman can accuse you of eavesdropping, you turn around as if your attention for the past few minutes has only been to your work.
The woman bursts out of the office and huffs, walking away with anger and disappointment.Â
You've never seen Jaehyun this angry before. Right now, it seems as though he is having a personal moment, so you take the time to leave your desk, go to the break room, and grab a cup of black coffee, his favorite. You knock on his office door, with a weak smile on your face as you hold up a black coffee for him. Jaehyun curls his finger to gesture to you to come in.Â
When you walk in, you start to feel uncomfortable. "I brought you a coffee." You say. You step forward to place it on his desk. "You need to be in a good mood before you meet with Huang Shipping, Co." You say, laughing, but it was a harsh sound from your throat.Â
"Thanks," he says. Clearly, there is a lot on his mind.Â
"Do you want to talk about it?" You ask without thinking.
Jaehyun doesn't respond for a long time, so you think it's your cue to go.Â
As you turn around, you hear Jaehyun speak.Â
"That was Yeona's mom." You stop in place. Yeona's mother, the subject that Jaehyun never wants to talk about? You turn back to face him, shock laced in your expression. You wait for him to keep talking. Indirectly, you're doing your job â you're giving him an outlet to express his feelings before his meeting. But it better be quick because the representatives from Huang Shipping are notoriously on time, and that meeting is in five minutes.Â
"Yes, Yeona's mother. Kwon Yeonjoo," he says with relief, finally letting go of the secret he has been keeping for so long.
"Kwon Yeonjoo," you murmur to yourself. It was a name that sounded eerily familiar.Â
Sensing your thoughts, Jaehyun continues. "She was a corporate lawyer at Neo Culture Tech, second in command to Go Hyungwon. Brilliant legal mind," Jaehyun says, his expression impossible to decipher, full of regret, longing, and admiration.Â
"We instantly hit it off when I was chief analyst," he says, smiling as he remembers the fond memories. "We constantly were hooking up outside of work, so HR wouldn't get on us. Fraternizing was a fireable offense. Then she told me that she was pregnant."Â
"I was only five years out of college, and my career only just started. I couldn't get married so soon or have a child. And neither of us wanted an abortion either. So Yeonjoo had Yeona. I was under the impression that she would give Yeona up for adoption because she wanted to further her career, to become head lawyer at Neo Culture Tech, or start her own firm. And if she was a mother, she knew she couldn't do that. But," Jaehyun chuckles ruefully, "apparently she already decided that I was to be Yeona's adoptive parent. She didn't want to give up her child to a stranger."Â
"And you took her in." You finish the story. Jaehyun nods. So much you didn't know behind the scenes in Jaehyun's life, the person you have been working with for eight years. You used to see Kwon Yeonjoo occasionally around Neo Culture Tech when you were in the break room or heading to the bathroom; your paths never really crossed since she was in a completely different department than you, but also probably because Jaehyun was keeping their relationship under a tight lid.Â
"Yeonjoo asked if she could become more involved in Yeona's life. I," Jaehyun pauses, "lost control. I just," Jaehyun's lips flatten into a thin line. "She hasn't been involved in Yeona's life for seven years, and suddenly she wants to act like those seven years didn't happen. Where was she when Yeona needed her?" Jaehyun's voice is raw with emotion. "You know what Mrs. Kim was telling me on our date?" Jaehyun asks, more rhetorically. "Yeona apparently asked her who her mom is."Â
You gulp. You decided that you would keep your encounter with Yeona a secret.Â
"I think you should let her get involved in Yeona's life." You say suddenly. Jaehyun cocks his head.Â
"It isn't fair to Yeona to never know her mother just because you don't want her to meet her. It feels petty," you say boldly.Â
Rather than getting mad at you for rejecting his anger, Jaehyun smiles.Â
"This is what I always liked about you Y/N. You're not scared to give your opinion." At the compliments, you smile. Jaehyun doesn't say anything for a while, looking pensive.Â
"You're right. Every child has the right to know their parents." Jaehyun nods, all traces of anger gone from his face. Behind you, you notice two Chinese men, standing by Jaehyun's office. You quickly rush out and welcome them in.Â
Getting involved in your boss's personal problems? So much for a professional relationship.Â
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From what you were able to gather, Yeona has been regularly meeting her mother on Sundays, supervised by Jaehyun. Things have been peaceful for the past two months, and thankfully, Jaehyun has not been asking about another date. He has been pretty busy with meetings from various suppliers, so he has not been able to address the way that you are distancing yourself from him.Â
But one day, you are unable to keep your mouth shut and work only as his secretary. It was a Sunday, a day that Yeona would be meeting with her mother, and when you answered the door, you were surprised who you saw.Â
"Jaehyun?" You ask. You feel a little embarrassed at what you are wearing; just some sweatpants and an old T-Shirt. You were planning a night in before you started the week again tomorrow, and you were expecting to be alone until tomorrow morning.Â
âWhat are you doing here?â You blurt out. Jaehyun isnât wearing a designer suit, but a gray hoodie and some light-wash jeans. He swings his car keys around his finger, biting his lip as he tries to find a good explanation for why he is at his secretaryâs doorstep on a Sunday night.Â
âI let Yeonaâs mom take Yeona to her city unsupervised for the night and is dropping her at school tomorrow morning. I donât really have much work to do, so I thought we couldâŚâ Jaehyun trails off, shrugging his shoulders. His eyes are crinkled as he flashes you a friendly, dimply smile.
A second date. You donât even realize youâre holding your breath when you suddenly feel the urge to take a deep breath.Â
âOh,â you say, a bit more despondently than you thought. Jaehyun came all the way here to be with you, and although you donât owe him anything for showing up at your house unexpectedly, you could use the company.Â
âCome in,â you say, a bit nervously. You step aside, and Jaehyun walks inside. Youâre a little embarrassed about how messy your apartment looks, with an old pizza box still lying in the kitchen and a bunch of clothes and blankets hanging on the couch. Quickly, you scoop your clothes into your arms and smile.Â
âIâll be right back,â you say, going to your room. You drop them on your bed and look into the mirror hanging on your wall. You take your hair out of the loose-ish ponytail it is in and run your fingers in your hair to quickly comb any unruly strands. You straighten your shirt and realize that thereâs a sauce stain. You curse to yourself and go into your closet, grabbing another T-Shirt. After a few moments of analyzing your appearance, you come out of your room and see Jaehyun in your living room, eyeing the pictures of your family hanging on the wall.Â
âDo you want anything?â You ask, afraid that you were interrupting him.Â
âJust some water, thank you,â Jaehyun says. You go into the kitchen, get a cup, and fill some water into it. You hand it to Jaehyun, who is still observing your family photos.Â
âSorry it isnât mineral water and just plain old tap water,â you chuckle. After years of knowing Jaehyun, you know that he only drinks mineral water.Â
âThatâs okay,â Jaehyun responds, a small smile on his face. A moment of silence ensues between the two of you.Â
âYou know a lot about me and my life, but I donât really know anything about you or your family,â Jaehyun says.Â
You knit your fingers over your stomach, the same pose you have when youâre reporting to Jaehyun at the office.Â
âBecause itâs my job to know about your life, and Iâm just your secretary,â you say formally, despite how informal the current occasion is, given your setting and your outfit.Â
âYou know youâre not just my secretary,â Jaehyun says impulsively, turning his gaze to you; he is searching your expression, wondering what happened to the girl he went on a date with a short two months ago.
You feel uncomfortable under his powerful gaze, so you clear your throat in an attempt to regain control of the situation.Â
âWant to watch a movie or something?â You ask, changing the subject. Jaehyun nods, and he follows you to the couch.Â
âShould I make popcorn?â You ask.Â
âSure,â Jaehyun replies. You go back into the kitchen and open a cupboard where you keep the microwavable popcorn, and you pop it into the microwave for two and a half minutes. You open the microwave to a steaming bag, and after a few moments, you pull open the bag, pouring the contents into a bowl. You appear back in the living room and place the popcorn between you and Jaehyun.Â
Jaehyun looks disappointed, only for a moment.Â
You grab a blanket off the couch and spread it across your lap. Jaehyun takes another blanket and does the same. Taking the remote from the coffee table, you turn on the TV.Â
âWhat do you want to watch?â You ask politely.Â
âWhatâs there?â He asks.
âLetâs see,â you say a little awkwardly. You open your Netflix account, anxious that your boss, the man who is giving you employment, is looking at what is suggested for you or what you have watched recently, but you take a deep sigh and open your âwatch laterâ list, which after filibustering for ten minutes, made you realize that you would be more productive browsing the shows Netflix recommended you. Finally, you both agreed on a documentary about otters, and you start the show.Â
Periodically, you get some popcorn and check your phone, but your attention remains primarily on the documentary as you try to forget that your boss is sitting beside you in a sweatshirt and jeans, watching an otter documentary â not exactly where you thought your Sunday night would go! It seems as if the film is the last thing on Jaehyunâs mind as he stares into the side of your face longingly, but he masks his looks as he takes a few pieces of popcorn at a time, using it as a chance to look at your face.Â
When the forty-minute documentary is over, the popcorn is long gone. Jaehyun takes this as a chance to put the popcorn bowl on the coffee table, and he scoots closer to you.Â
Your heart is racing with newfound fervor as you can feel the heat from Jaehyunâs body radiate. Itâs as if you can feel the disappointment in the air as Jaehyun wishes for you to be less distant, but he just doesnât know the extent of it all. Youâre not doing this because you donât have an insane crush on him, but because there are repercussions to your actions, especially if your crush is the CEO of Jung Industries who has a young daughter already.Â
Jaehyun turns to face your cheek, one leg hanging from the couch and the other folded. You try to ignore him, fiddling with the remote.Â
âI think thereâs a lion documentary by this same documentary makerââ Your dialogue evaporates from your tongue as Jaehyun grabs your wrist. Now, youâre forced to look at him.
âWhy are you ignoring me?â Jaehyun asks directly. You werenât ready for such direct confrontation, searching your brain for a professional response.
âIâm not ignoring you. I do whatever you ask at workââ
Jaehyunâs hands are suddenly at your waist as he presses you against the couch. Your breath catches in your throat.Â
âWeâre not at work.â He murmurs. The space between you both is alarmingly low. No more words need to be said to convey the way Jaehyun feels about you right now. You can feel your pussy lurch with arousal; Jaehyun has never been this close to you.
âYou should know better,â you say softly. âWe need to think about the consequences. About our futures.âÂ
âIâve been thinking about the future for so long,â His breath hits your skin. For the past four years, all he was thinking about were ways to make Jung Industries more successful than it was. Jaehyun took a loan from his well-off parents to start his own company, one of his oldest dreams, and if he wasted their hard-earned money, then he would never forgive himself. He hadnât the time to think of love or relationships, especially since he wanted Yeona to have a steady life. But he canât just ignore his manly urges, manly urges that have been festering slowly for eight years. âI want to think in the present.âÂ
With that, he seals your lips with a kiss. You donât want to keep kissing him, you want to pull away and tell him that if your relationship flourishes, youâre not ready to be a step-mom, or that CEOs shouldnât be making out with their secretaries, but you donât care either. All these years of pent-up sexual tension between you both is released as Jaehyun brings you onto his lap, and you canât help but feel warm and blissful at this moment. Your bodies are pressed up against each other as Jaehyun readjusts his position and lies down on his back on the couch, and not for a second does he let you go, forcing you on top of him. He brings his hands down to your clothed butt and gives it a squeeze, and you moan in Jaehyunâs mouth at the feeling of his firm, confident hands. You can feel his length grow against your upper thigh as your bodies readjust. Jaehyunâs hands slip under your shirt, caressing his body. You straddle his thigh, your pussy throbbing at how itâs brushing his jeans, how close you are to his length.Â
âThatâs hot,â he mutters before kissing you again, nibbling on your lower lip. He takes his time with you; itâs been driving him crazy to see you come to work for the past eight years, to see you in a tight blouse and pencil skirt that highlighted your womanly curves and not touch you at all. He wants to feel all of you, and he wants to feel you now.Â
Jaehyun slides you out of your T-Shirt, leaving you with a tight bra and your sweatpants. He plays with the clasps of your bra, but you move away, getting off of his body after you feel a sinking feeling in your gut. This feels wrong. This wasnât just making out anymore, you realize as Jaehyunâs hands grip your naked waist, looking up at you hungrily.
âJaehyun, we should really think about this. How am I supposed to come to work every day now?â You ask breathlessly. Your breasts bob as you pant, and Jaehyunâs gaze doesnât leave your chest as he eyes it shamelessly.Â
âThe same way youâve been coming to work for the past eight years.â Jaehyun has you trapped in his arms as he leans over slowly and pins you down. He brings his lips to the shell of your ear. âOnly this time, youâll know what my cock feels like.âÂ
Jaehyun doesnât let you second guess him when he slides off his jeans, throwing them down, leaving you to see his white underwear, an erected, aroused member poking through.Â
âYou see,â Jaehyun murmurs, âYouâve been doing this to me. I think you should pay.â You watch Jaehyunâs eyes as he drinks in your body lustfully.Â
You canât keep your eyes off of his massive erection as your body is in between his legs. You realize that you want him, no matter the consequences; you can feel your being become ensnared with lust, all sirens of reason becoming quieter.Â
âTurn around,â Jaehyun commands in that CEO voice youâve been hearing for years that suddenly makes your pussy feel tight with arousal. You bend your leg a little, and your knee meets his dick gently.Â
âMake me,â you say defiantly, a confident smirk on your face.Â
Jaehyun gets off the couch and without hesitation grabs your arms. Forcefully, he turns you around as if you weigh nothing, and your chest is pressed against the couch cushions. In one fell swoop, Jaehyun kicks off his underwear, and you can see a flash of white hit the ground. Jaehyunâs fingers grasp the waistband of your sweatpants and underwear on your hips and pulls it down to your ankles, removing it effortlessly and throwing it away. You whine as Jaehyun repositions himself on top of you, your body between his legs, his hands gripping your ankles and moving up your calves, your thighs. He can feel wetness on your bare pussy.Â
âWet so soon?â He murmurs in your ear. You nod, and Jaehyun forcefully takes off your underwear and throws it carelessly. âIâll take care of that later.â Jaehyun squeezes your bare ass affectionately. He is in absolute control, and he loves it. The dominance he feels in the office with the way everyone works under him isnât enough, and he needs to establish his dominance in sex, his dominance on you, who have been making him horny for years behind closed doors.
Youâre not at all prepared for the way Jaehyun thrusts you from behind. You scream so loud that youâre pretty sure that your neighbors heard you.
âOne thrust for every year youâve worked for me. Two,â he continues. You squeal out in pain at how rough he is, at how tightly his hands grip your skin, at how he shows you no mercy as he satisfies his erection, his craving to make you as submissive as a child. You thrash around, but with the way Jaehyun is perched on top of you, he can have his way with you.
âFour,â he counts. He takes off his sweatshirt and it lands on top of his underwear. He takes off the shirt under his sweatshirt and flings it over the couch; he is completely naked.
âFive,â continues methodically. His hands are on your back as he has a good view of the clasps of your bra, and he unhooks them. He cleanly brings the straps down your shoulders and your arms, and after he removes it from your body, he yanks the article of clothing from under you, throwing it on top of his other discarded clothes.Â
âSix.â His fingers become the barrier between the couch cushion and your stomach. They trail up your hot skin until he squeezes your breasts. You feel hysterical at the pleasure thatâs coursing through your veins.Â
âSeven, eight,â Jaehyun finishes counting, yet he doesnât stop.Â
âYou cheated,â you whine feeling his continued hard thrusts. Jaehyun doesnât let go of your breasts, only leaning in closer, and bringing his lips to your ears.Â
âNo, I didnât. I make the rules, darling.â Youâre screaming with pleasure, and you start to feel dizzy with the way he is groping your breasts, rubbing your nipples, and thrusting into you, all at the same time without a break.
âCall me Mr. Jung,â he mutters into your ear. âThen Iâll stop.âÂ
âYes sir, Mr. Jung,â you say obediently.Â
âNice bonus,â Jaehyun says. He relaxes his grip on you as you turn around as a means to face him. Jaehyun is completely naked, and you donât hurry as you gaze at his bare body. Jaehyun is somewhat of a working-out aficionado, so his arms are muscular, and his stomach is toned. The sheer power that youâve been imagining under his dress shirt at work is no longer a fantasy but something completely real as Jaehyun is naked in front of you.Â
His dick is dripping with fluid, and as you watch this, Jaehyun roughly takes your hair. You yelp as his grip doesnât slacken until he lies down on the couch and brings your head to his dick.Â
âYou know you want to do it, my dirty little slut,â he says. You carefully place a hand on his thigh as you wrap your lips around his cock, sucking whatever is left. You gulp the whitish fluid down obediently, and you can hear Jaehyun moan. The foreign sounds from your boss make you hesitate as you suck his cock, but Jaehyun spanks your ass.Â
Hard.Â
âMore, baby, more.â He continues to groan at the pleasure of your lips on his cock, and after a few minutes of sucking, you unwrap your lips from his cock, a few drops of his fluid dripping on your chin. You stare at Jaehyun with wide eyes, eyes that are ready for Jaehyun to command.Â
âGood girl,â Jaehyun mutters in a raspy voice. You both sit upright as he pets you. âDonât you think itâs time for me to return the favor, baby girl?â
You donât say anything.Â
âThatâs not the answer I was looking for.â Jaehyun pries open your legs as he dives in, deliciously squeezing your thighs as he brings his mouth into your pussy, kissing it. This was the same dominance that ran a huge company that Jaehyun brought home with him, and you want more.Â
You giggle at the sensation of someoneâs lips being at such an intimate part of you, and you loosely wrap your legs around his neck. You feel wetness trickling down your thighs, and Jaehyun laps it up. You canât stop yourself from laughing and moaning as hard as you do at Jaehyunâs rough tongue on your skin, steadily licking.
Jaehyunâs done eating you out, and he forces you against the arm of the couch as he starts kissing your neck. You feel his dick rub against your leg rhythmically as he nips and sucks your neck, and your breasts bob under his chin as you pant, your back arched. He squeezes your thighs so hard that you think that youâre going to wake up with bruises tomorrow morning. Jaehyun enjoys manhandling every single part of you, touching you as if heâs never going to touch you again. He hasnât dated in so long, and thatâs because heâs only had eyes on you, on your firm ass as you walked around the office oblivious to your own sexual power.Â
The rage at how he didnât fuck you sooner consumes him, and Jaehyun brings his hands back to your breasts. Your back is arched over the arm of the couch as you feel Jaehyunâs hands once again, at how his thumbs brush your breasts. His lips let go of your neck, and he feathers you with kisses along your collarbone, down down down.Â
He brings his face close to yours, continuing to massage your breasts. Your waist is between his legs as his dick crushes your lower stomach.
âIâve waited a long time to do this.â Those tight blouses that your closet was full of, God those drove him crazy. The neckline was deep enough to still be considered modest for work, but he could still see some cleavage from your perky breasts. If he was lucky, the office was chilly, and your nipples would stick out of your shirt.Â
Jaehyun buries his face in between your breasts, leaving long, open-mouthed kisses on the hot skin as his face kneeds the delicate flesh. His face slowly moved to the nipples, which are proudly sticking out now with enough arousal. He sucks your nipples, his hand finding a way in between your legs. He gently traces designs on your legs with the wetness from your pussy, and it takes him a good three minutes for him to start sucking at your other breast.Â
âWhy are you so obsessed with my boobs?â You giggle at the feeling of Jaehyunâs teeth gently nipping at your full breasts. Fourteen-year-old boys are less obsessed with breasts than Jaehyun is with yours. âItâs so childish.âÂ
Without a rush, Jaehyun stops sucking on your other breast and brings himself close enough that his bare chest touched your breasts. The feeling was intoxicating, your hard nipples against his skin.
âAre you calling me a child?â Jaehyun asks.Â
âN-No, Mr. Jung,â you stutter.
Jaehyun runs with your hesitation and sticks his first and middle finger into your dripping cunt. You scream an ear-shattering scream.
âMr. Jung! Sir!â You say, trying to appease Jaehyun.
âThat wonât help you now, girl,â Jaehyun says in a sultry voice. âIf I want to do something, Iâll do it.â He sticks his fingers into your cunt over and over again, and it feels like youâre drowning in a pool of pleasure.Â
Suddenly, you donât feel hard fingers, but you feel Jaehyunâs fleshy, aroused dick. You gasp at the feeling of Jaehyun inside you again.Â
âI wanted to look into your eyes this time, baby,â He says. âCan you keep focused on me?âÂ
You nod, whimpering again. Jaehyunâs brown eyes are lustful as he thrusts his dick into you over and over again, and you can feel him fill you up inside, compared to the last time, where he was only releasing pent-up sexual desire.Â
You have a hard time keeping your gaze fixed on him as he pleasured you, so Jaehyun grabs your face, holding your cheeks with one hand.Â
âY-Youâre so big,â you groan. The walls in your pussy trap around his dick, as if forcing him to squeeze his cum inside of you.Â
âI know babycakes,â He murmurs. Jaehyun leans in and kisses you, and this is a messy, open-mouthed kiss as he takes your lips inside his mouth. Jaehyun is dripping all over your couch, spilling his seed all over your stomach and your thighs, but you donât care, you just want him in you over and over again.Â
âMr. Jung,â you whine, âmore. Please. I want more.âÂ
Jaehyun does as he is asked, and it feels so delicious to have Jaehyunâs seed inside of you. Youâre so dizzy from lust that you canât stand the feeling of Jaehyun not touching you.Â
âJae, Jae,â you moan as he continues to thrust.Â
âItâs Mr. Jung. I told you a million times,â Jaehyun smacks your thighs hard.Â
âMr. Jung, Mr. Jung sir,âÂ
To get a more powerful thrust, Jaehyun separates from you, and you whimper.Â
âItâll only be a second.â He takes you by the legs and drags you in a way that you are completely flat on the couch. Jaehyun now straddles your hips and thrusts himself inside of you.Â
âMr. Jung,â You whine, your vision becoming hazy. He needs a place to put his hands, and whatâs a more apt place than your squishy breasts?
In between your middle and ring finger, a bulbous nipple protrudes from Jaehyunâs hands. From the sheer feeling of it all, you can feel yourself climaxing, your vision turning black despite your eyes being wide awake. You feel cups and cups of cum leave your pussy and moisten the couch.Â
âI canât,â you whine. At the glazed look in your eyes, youâre orgasming, and after a few moments of leading you to complete ecstasy, Jaehyun stops. Slowly, you return back to Earth, back to the completely naked Jaehyun and completely naked you. You feel your cheeks flare up.Â
You donât know how you let this happen but at the same time, you know exactly how this happened. Immediately, you want to kick Jaehyun out and hide in your room in shame after having sex with your boss, but suddenly, you hear a loud crack of thunder and aggressive rain pattering against the windows. From the look of the roads, pools are collecting in divots; Itâs been like that for some time, but you havenât bothered to notice until now.
You shudder. You didnât want to send Jaehyun home in this bad weather, yet at the same time, you feel too embarrassed to see him right now.Â
âY-You can stay the night,â you say. âI heard thunder, and I donât want you to go home in bad weather. You have an important interview tomorrow.â You crack a smile, forgetting that youâre completely naked. Jaehyun hears your words, but his eyes shamelessly remain on your shapely body, your big breasts, how small your waist was compared to your ass.Â
âYeah.â Jaehyun says, finally looking you in the eye.Â
âSo, do I sleep on the couch?â Jaehyun asks. Itâs stained, and you look at it bashfully, at how much cum you both spilled. You make a mental note to put the couch covers in the wash later.Â
âNo,â you say softly. âYou can sleep on my bed.âÂ
âWith you?â Jaehyun asks hopefully. He comes closer and caresses your naked back. His cheeks are against your collarbone as he stares at you in a soft manner.
âYeah,â Jaehyun sits upright and you kiss him with passion, the passion that you tried to hide for so long, the passion thatâs been lying dormant since youâve been working for him.Â
âOne night.â You murmur against Jaehyunâs nose. âTonight, Iâm completely yours.â There was no point in trying to pretend that these sexual feelings that you had for Jaehyun didnât exist anymore. And if he was going to spend the night anyway in your apartment, it was like the heavens above wanted you to spend even more time with Jaehyun.
Youâve already dug a deep enough hole for yourself the second that you stopped fighting against Jaehyunâs kiss. And there was only one way to get out of this hole.Â
You werenât going to like it, and Jaehyun wasnât going to like it, but it was the only way.Â
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 That night, you and Jaehyun indulged in fiery, passionate sex. Jaehyun was in you more than he was out of you, and that wasnât a problem. Your bedsheets were soaked by the time the pale rays of the sun penetrated your windows. Jaehyun is still fast asleep, and it would be one hour before his alarm would go off.Â
Carefully, you displace his arm that is slung over you, and you put on your slippers. Youâre sore and completely naked, but since no one else is awake, you pad out of your bedroom and into the living room. In the mild morning light, you can see bruises forming around your neck, around the rest of your body as Jaehyun bit you and bit you as a way he could claim you as his little slut, at the way he tightly clawed at your flesh as he forced his member into your throbbing, dripping cunt.Â
You want to keep reliving the night, reliving Jaehyunâs open-mouthed kisses and his hands kneading your soft breasts like dough, but you stop yourself, shaking the thoughts away as if they were pesky flies. You donât take the time to sift through the pile of discarded clothes and take the first thing, which is Jaehyunâs shirt he wore under his sweatshirt.Â
Your apartment is a bit chilly this morning as you find your laptop on the kitchen counter. But first, you make yourself a pot of coffee.Â
With the bubbling sound of coffee brewing, you take a deep breath, find a mug from the cupboard, and pour black coffee.Â
This morning, you needed especially strong coffee, you think as you take a seat.Â
You open Microsoft Word on your laptop and place your fingers on the keys.Â
Dear Mr. Jung,Â
I thank you for the years of employment you have given me as your secretary, and I value the professional friendship that we have kindled. Unfortunately, we must part ways, and you know the reason why. My parents have taught me to be a professional, and due to the nature of some of my actions and yours, I am unable to maintain the professionalism that I strive to maintain at any job that I hold. At 5 PM today (8/15), my resignation is effective.
I hope we can meet again under different circumstances.Â
Yourâs truly,Â
Y/N.Â
After you press the period and space key, your resignation letter feels complete. The words needed little re-drafting â they were vague enough so that any nosy people at HR looking at your resignation letter wonât know the true context to your letter: although, it can give them a pretty good idea. But as long as itâs not written blatantly, like âI am resigning because you came over to my apartment, and we had some of the hottest sex Iâve ever had in my entire lifeâ will completely tarnish yourâs and Jaehyunâs reputation. Itâs better that you and Jaehyun now can at least deny sexual relations.Â
âYou made coffee?â Jaehyun asks in a tired voice. His alarm hasnât gone off yet. The scent of coffee must have woken him up from a slumber. Heâs completely naked, and you try not to look, closing your laptop abruptly before Jaehyun has the chance to see what you were doing.Â
Jaehyun saunters into the living room, looking for his shirt, only to find out when he looks a little closer that youâre wearing it.Â
Jaehyun has a cheeky look as he approaches you sitting down by the kitchen counter.
âYouâre wearing my shirt,â Jaehyun chuckles in a deep, manly way. You sniff him.Â
âAnd you used my shower.â Â
He bends down and kisses you on the lips. He nibbles your lips as he brings his hands to your waist, bunching his shirt in one first and squeezing your thigh with another. You stand up after indulging in his sweet, soft lips.Â
âHey, I only said you had the night,â you say weakly.
âItâs not fair,â Jaehyun gripes. He presses you against his body and fondles your butt. âI want to be with you every night.â Jaehyun picks you up and places you on the kitchen counter. Now, youâre at eye-level with him as he holds your neck gently, sucking on your soft, cherry-flavored lips lustfully. His hands get bored of your neck as he moves his lips there, licking the purpling bruises; he grips your waist, holding your thighs and wrapping them around his waist. You can feel his dick in between your legs, and you can already feel your pussy starting to get wet, how it begs for Jaehyun to come in you once again.
This was a slippery slope.Â
âIâm going to shower,â you say abruptly. Before Jaehyun can say or do anything else, you scurry to the bathroom and strip of Jaehyunâs shirt before hopping in the shower and rubbing bodywash on yourself. When youâre done, you take Jaehyunâs shirt and put it in your room with only just a towel on your body. You change into a high-necked blouse and pencil skirt, your purse slung over your chest.Â
After fifteen minutes, you reappear into the kitchen. Jaehyun is sitting at the dining room table, playing with his fingers.Â
âShould I make breakfast?â You ask kindly after you pull away, in a disarming voice that didnât give away any of your future plans.Â
âAbsolutely. Does it include you?â Jaehyun flirts. You roll your eyes.Â
âNo. We have to get to work soon,â you say, looking at the microwave clock. You should be changed and ready to leave your apartment in fifteen minutes.
âOh, right,â Jaehyunâs voice sounds deflated as he gazes at your figure, wearing your regular uniform of a blouse and a pencil skirt, but of course, this was a high necked blouse that hid any of his markings. Of course he had been thinking about how it would be like to go back to work, with the secretary he banged sitting outside his door. He just didnât think it would be this soon.
Jaehyun didnât even realize that you were scouring the fridge for something. âI have milk. Maybe we can have cereal.â You say to yourself.Â
âSure,â Jaehyun says. You whip your head around to face him. âWe do need to get going soon.â You nod, grabbing a cereal box from the pantry.Â
âFruit Loops?â Jaehyun asks.Â
You wrinkle your nose at him in good humor. âIt was on sale.âÂ
Without another word, you and Jaehyun eat two bowls of Fruit Loops between you both.
âBy the way,â you tell Jaehyun, who is now wearing the pants he discarded in your living room last night. âYour shirt is in my room.â Your tone didnât mean to seem cold, but slowly, you were turning on âbusiness professionalâ mode in your brain.Â
Jaehyun nods in response and goes into your room. You take this as the perfect time to email your resignation letter to yourself on your work email so you can print it out later.
Before Jaehyun can ask you what youâre doing when he comes out of your room, you close your laptop loudly. Jaehyun stares at you quizically.Â
âJust checking my email.â He seems to believe you.Â
You leave five minutes before you initially plan on leaving. Jaehyun takes his white Kia back to his penthouse, and you wait for him in the front passenger seat as he goes to find a suit and fix his hair. He comes back out and sits in the driverâs seat; heâs probably opted out of his driver taking him to work so that he doesnât know about the situation with you.Â
Youâre thankful for that consideration.Â
The two of you make the fifteen-minute drive to Jung Industries, and Jaehyun parks his car in his designated parking spot.Â
You donât know what sparks you to do what you do right now â maybe itâs the finality of the resignation letter burning a hole in your purse. Youâre doing what youâre doing because you care about both your careers, but thatâs not necessarily what your heart â or pussy â wants.Â
After both of you unbuckle your seatbelts, you grab Jaehyunâs wrist. You climb over the parking brake and spread your legs so that Jaehyunâs legs can fit in between. Your skirt is hiked up to your waist, and you kiss Jaehyun one final time.
You pull away, but Jaehyun doesnât let you go for long. He grabs the back of your head and shoves your face in his, and he messily kisses you. At the way your face changes its angle while kissing Jaehyun, trying to taste every milimeter of his lips, your body shifts against his, your back gently hitting the steering wheel, but the animalistic urge in you doesnât mind. Jaehyun lifts up your skirt, and your ass is sticking out as he gropes your butt shamelessly.
You can already feel yourself starting to get wet at the way Jaehyunâs dick becomes aroused at this activity, and you pull away. Your breasts are tucked under Jaehyunâs chin as you sit on his lap, shifting to feel his erected member against your pussy one last time.
âI thought you said it was only for the night.âÂ
Your index finger traces his lips. âI felt bad leaving you hanging like that his morning.â You feel confident in your lie.
âYouâre so sweet,â Jaehyun murmurs. He lets his hands slide up and down your bare thighs one last time before he looks around. At this point, everyone has already clocked in for work, so the parking garage is practically empty.Â
Jaehyun opens the door. âYou go first. Iâll join you in twenty minutes.â
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Itâs the end of the work day. 4:58 PM. In two minutes, you will officially be leaving your post as secretary to CEO Jung Jaehyun. After using the printer, you havenât left the letter at his desk because youâre afraid that Jaehyun will see the letter before 5 PM and confront you about resigning. In a way, you werenât being fair, but this was for both of your well-being.Â
Seven minutes have passed, five minutes after you have quit your job. Since Jaehyun is away at an interview with TIME magazine, he wonât be back for another thirty minutes. That gives you enough time to drop the letter at his desk so that it wonât get lost in all his papers and leave Jung Industries for the last time. You knew that he would first try your apartment when he saw the letter, so you planned to go to the lake on a long-needed vacation. And if Jaehyun tried to call you, you wouldnât answer his calls. By the time you got back in town, Jaehyun would have found a new secretary and would have forgotten all about you; he must only have had sexual urges around you because you were friendly and well dressed, prancing around him for eight years. It was the perfect escape plan.Â
You follow the first part of your plan: you drop the letter on Jaehyunâs desk. Then, you packed your desk using a small trash bag you found; despite working for Jaehyun for eight years, you werenât fond of having personal possessions at your desk.Â
Then, you took the elevator with other people who were leaving work.Â
Everything seemed to be going according to plan until you saw Jaehyun on the first floor of Jung Industries talking with the doorman. You freeze. The TIME interview was supposed to last longer!Â
Jaehyun, after finishing his conversation with the doorman, starts walking to the elevator. You make a run for the bathroom on this floor. As you watch him wait for the elevator, you donât move a muscle until you see him get inside and the doors close.Â
You then scan your keycard for a final time and walk out of Jung Industries. The parking garage is on the other side of Jung Industries campus, and it was about a five-minute walk. If you walked fast enough, then Jaehyun might not be able to intercept you.
Youâre walk-running in your platformed shoes as you head to the third-floor parking garage where you parked. It was a reserved spot just for you, but before you can open your car, you hear someone calling your name.Â
âY/N!â A breathless Jaehyun shouts. Your fingers are nervous as you click the unlock button of your car, but before you can get in, a hand snatches your keys, putting it in his suit pocket. There goes your perfect escape plan.
Jung Jaehyun is standing in front of you, his hair windswept and his suit wrinkled. Youâre pretty sure you see a dirt stain on his socks.Â
âWhatâs the meaning of this?â Jaehyun asks. He holds up a crumpled piece of paper, your folded resignation letter.Â
âExactly what it says,â you say stiffly. âIâm resigning.âÂ
âNo youâre not,â Jaehyun says.Â
âJaehyun, I can resign whenever I want.âÂ
âThen whoâs going to be my secretary?âÂ
âHR will find you a new one,â you say. To Jaehyun, this seems like blasphemy.Â
âA new one?â Jaehyun echos, confused.Â
âYeah, a new one,â you reply. âIâm just your secretary.âÂ
âYou very well know youâre not,â Jaehyun says pointedly. âY/N, when I asked you on a date, you seemed thrilled. When we went on said date, you were thrilled.â
âIâm allowed to change my mind.âÂ
âDonât lie to me,â With his free hand, Jaehyun grabs your wrist and pins you against your car, crumbling your letter and throwing it on the ground. Youâre glad no one here is able to witness this.Â
âIâm not lying to you.â You argue.Â
âThen yesterday,â Jaehyun brings up. âWhat was that?âÂ
âI indulged a bit. I realized I was wrong, and I canât work for someone that I had sex with!â You whisper-exclaim.Â
You take a deep breath, composing your thoughts. âItâs the most professional thing to do. It wonât look good for you or me if we ever date. I realize that now.âÂ
âI donât care about professional,â Jaehyun says. âIn the papers, it looks like I havenât dated after eight years because I am so focused on my career,â Jaehyun says. He tilts your chin upwards, forcing you to face him. âWhile thatâs a part of the reason, itâs also because of you.â His voice becomes quieter. âAfter me and Yeonjoo craashed and burned, I only wanted you.âÂ
âCan I tell you something?â You ask Jaehyun. He nods in acknowledgment. âOn our date, Yeona asked me if I was going to be her new mom,â you say. âI-I donât know, I sort of freaked out after that. I wasnât sure if I was ready to be a step-mom or even a recurring maternal influence in her life. Sheâs a sweet girl, but IâŚâ You lose track of your words.Â
âSo thatâs what changed,â Jaehyun murmurs.Â
âAnd then I thought about my reputation. And yours. What if people think that Iâve been sleeping with you for years?â You ask. âIf anything, my reputation will suffer more than your reputation.â You laugh wryly.Â
âIf thatâs the case,â Jaehyun says, âthen I must really not know you at all.âÂ
You look at him, confused. Â
âI only know the strong, independent Y/N that doesnât care what anyone thinks, not even me.â Jaehyun smiles a dimply smile. âIf she loved something or someone, then she would dive headfirst into the chaos.âÂ
âLove?â You ask dumbly.Â
âIsnât it obvious?â Jaehyun asks. He laughs. âYouâre so oblivious, itâs adorable. Iâm so, completely, utterly in love with you Y/N.â
Itâs as if the world just⌠stopped. Jaehyun, a big fish in the corporate sector, is in love with you? His secretary?Â
âThe question is,â Jaehyun asks slowly. He takes both your hands in his. âDo you love me?âÂ
You think. Of course, you had sort of a crush on Jaehyun; who didnât with his good looks! Many publications even recognized it, calling him the most handsome CEO. You admired how he was able to run a Fortune 500 company and raise a daughter and be in her life. You admit that heâs a great kisser. You love how he treats you as his equal despite you being his secretary, you love how there was barely ever an awkward moment in your relationship. You love his voice, you love how kind he is to his employees, you love how heâs a hard worker despite being born into money, and he never gives up.Â
You do, in fact, love Jung Jaehyun.
âI love you too,â you say. You look into his eyes, his beautiful eyes that you just want to keep staring at until the world ends.Â
Jaehyun pushes you against your car and steals a famished kiss from you. He puts his knee in between your legs, and you loosely sling your arms around his neck as his nose bumps into yours at the different angles heâs kissing you, making sure he fully kissed your plush lips.Â
âYouâd make a great stepmother,â Jaehyun murmurs against the shell of your ear.Â
âShould we take this somewhere else?â You ask, noticing the way Jaehyun snuck his hand under your shirt.Â
âSure.â You and Jaehyun decide to go to the closest place you can think of: Jaehyunâs office. Itâs in a secluded part of Jung Industries, so any people working late wouldnât be able to see you or hear you. Plus, people still thought he was at the TIME interview, which means less people would be by his office now.
Today, that works in your favor because no one in other departments will be around for another forty minutes.Â
You and Jaehyun manage to keep your hands off each other as you take the elevator into his office. Only a few people see you, and it was commonplace for either of you to be around each other. You and Jaehyun walk to his secluded corner office, and when he closes the heavy glass door, his gaze is pinned on you, sultry and lustful.Â
You werenât leaving this room until Jaehyun fucked your brains out.Â
Every step Jaehyun takes, you take a step backward until your butt meets a wall. Jaehyun shrugs off his expensive suit jacket and throws it to his desk, displacing some papers. He takes a few steps back, observing you as if youâre a specimen in a science experiment.Â
âStrip.â He says.Â
âWhaââ Youâre at a loss for words.Â
âI said strip.âÂ
âY-Yes sir,â you say hesitantly.
You bring your hands to the buttons of your blouse, eyeing Jaehyun as you do; the building could be on fire, and Jaehyunâs penetrating gaze would still be on you.Â
You feel a little anxious at how heâs staring so intently, waiting for the show to start.Â
âDonât be shy,â Jaehyun says in a sultry tone. âYou know you want Mr. Jung to take care of you.â He bites his lips, and all you can think about is how you want him so badly.
You first kick off your platform heels, standing barefoot in front of him. Then you unbutton your silky, white, high-necked blouse. Jaehyun stares lustfully as he gets a better view of your cleavage, your red bra bleeding through your cami. You pull off your cami, leaving Jaehyun to ogle your full breasts. You take the zipper of your pencil skirt in your hands and pull it down, and you let it fall to your ankles.Â
You pull of your underwear, and unclasp your bra, revealing your naked breasts. Jaehyun stares as if he hasnât been groping, gripping, biting, kissing, and spanking your body in the last twenty-four hours, and he eyes the light bruises starting to form from the hours and hours of rough sex, evidence that youâre his and only his.Â
Heâs more turned on than ever before.Â
âOn your knees.â He says. When your knees hit the carpeted ground, he curls his index finger, instructing you to him.Â
âCrawl.â He says. You crawl like a child who hasnât learned to walk yet. Jaehyun watches as you do so, watches how your breasts bob up and down, how your ass moves. Your head is inches away from his dick when he tells you to stop. He undoes his belt and throws it on the ground. He lets his unbuttoned pants fall to his ankles.Â
âSuck,â He points to his erected penis, and he leaves you to take off his underwear. You suck like youâve never sucked before.Â
Jaehyunâs groans at your innocent lips around his cock, and he massages your hair.Â
âGood girl.â He says in between moans. He has a warm look on his face mingled with lust.
âYouâll continue to work for me, right?â He asks.Â
You nod, your legs folded under you as you look up at Jaehyun in complete submission. âYes, Mr. Jung,â you say obediently, knowing itâs the answer he wants to hear.Â
âAnd youâll never quit?â He asks softly.Â
âNever Mr. Jung.â You shake your head violently.Â
âGood. But just in case you do,â Jaehyun looks down on you. âThis is what youâll get.â
His hands grip your shoulders as he forces you down on the ground. The couch in his office is only a few feet away from you, but he wants you on the ground, wriggling under him as your waist is in between his legs; he wants to express his full power.Â
Jaehyun holds your wrists above your head with one hand as he pins you down, watching how you look meek under him. You struggle a little at his strength, but youâre no match for Jaehyun. With his free hand he grips the sides of your clit and pinches it. You think youâre seeing stars in your vision as Jaehyunâs fingers become forceful, bruising such a delicate area of your body.
Youâre screaming uncontrollably in pain and pleasure, but Jaehyun puts his palm to your mouth. âDo you want everyone to hear how much of a little slut you are for Mr. Jung?âÂ
You shake your head.Â
âThen you better keep quiet, baby girl.â Jaehyun brings his head in between your legs after he holds your thighs apart. He rubs his face against the hot skin of your thighs, and you shudder and moan loudly at the pleasure. Suddenly, Jaehyunâs teeth sink into your meaty thighs, and you scream shrilly.
Your shrill voice is muffled under Jaehyunâs hand, and he narrows his eyes.Â
âYou want the whole world to know that youâre Mr. Jungâs pretty little toy.â He stands up and grabs you, forcing you against the glass walls of his office.Â
Your breasts, stomach, and legs are squeezed against the glass as Jaehyun starts possessively biting the side of your neck, leaving fresh bruises to cover the bruises from last night. You whine loudly, and that is when Jaehyun starts thrusting from behind.Â
Stars and flashes enter your vision as Jaehyun does this thrusting, groping your waist tightly, his knuckles hitting the glass as he starts to squeeze your bulbous breasts. Jaehyun has the ultimate power, and you canât think of any other way you would have it.Â
You moan loudly, turning into wails.Â
âThatâs right, let everyone hear. Let them come this way and think youâre a little slut whoâs good for Mr. Jung.âÂ
âMr. Jung, sir!â You whine. Youâre silently praying that no one sees you like this, so weak for the man most people (including you) call âboss.âÂ
Jaehyun bangs you against the sturdy glass. He stops for a moment to untie his tie and drop his dress shirt onto the ground. He turns you around and grabs your deliciously thick thighs, forcing you ass to rub against the glass as Jaehyun holds you up. The wall makes a loud squeaking sound, but the throbbing in your ears, the obsession with Jaehyun groping you, was louder. You wrap your legs around his waist and sling your arms around his neck as you kiss him and kiss him and kiss him, with more fervor and passion than you felt like youâve never felt before.Â
You tilt your head every few moments to snatch Jaehyunâs mouth into yours, at the pleasuring feeling that Jaehyunâs hands are giving you as they wander around your body, moving up your abdomen, squeezing your breasts, shoulders, then wrapping around your neck.Â
The act of choking you isnât what gets him off but that he can at any time.
Jaehyun forces you down a little, and your cunt is wide open for him to force his dick inside. You gasp at the sudden sensation of his dick fully inside of you â not mere thrusts to enforce his power. You can feel him fill you up, feel the bliss if him inside of you.Â
âYouâre not leaving this office without a baby in you.âÂ
âNo sir Mr. Jung,â you say. âI want a little Jaehyun.âÂ
The stars in your vision return as Jaehyunâs seed brings you to climax again for probably the twentieth time in the past twenty-four hours.
âFill me more,â You say breathily. At the way your walls close around Jaehyunâs dick you want to scream again at the pleasure, but you only let out a few weak moans.Â
At the glazed, ecstatic look in your eyes as his seed flows in you, Jaehyun can tell youâve reached your limit and reluctantly pulls out. He lets you go, and you stumble, so he carries you bridal style, back to his desk. You feel sleepy â you barely got a wink of sleep last night with how much Jaehyun pounded into you, and you canât help but feel that youâve overextert yourself now.Â
âJae,â you murmur softly. Jaehyun smiles a soft smile, showing his dimples. This was the Jaehyun you fell in love with, the Jaehyun whoâs romantic and sweet and hard-working.
âYes?â He murmurs, dipping his face into the crook of your neck. He moves his face along your collarbone and leans down to plant his face in your breasts, giving your chest loud smooches.Â
âNothing,â you pant softly. You couldnât express in words how much you loved how Jaehyun was dominant, in his work as a top CEO and in sex. The bruises on your skin are starting to show, evidence of his rough handling that felt so delicious, that you suddenly feel like you canât live without.Â
âYouâre still my secretary, right?â Jaehyun murmurs, his lips still between your breasts.Â
You giggle at the sensation of Jaehyunâs face buried in such an intimate, womanly part of you. But Jaehyun made you feel like a woman who was in love with a man.Â
âMmh?â Jaehyun hums in a throaty voice, still waiting for a response.Â
You couldnât think of working for someone else, now that you think about it. All that was on your mind after Jaehyun gave you the sex that has made you feel the giddiest youâve felt in a while was resigning, but you didnât know what you were going to do after that, truthfully. Maybe send your resume to some places, but you werenât sure.
Now, you were ready to embrace the love that has been wrapping your heart for eight years like vines on a tree, slowly, without you knowing it was love. You relish the fact that you know a Jaehyun that no one else has ever met, a Jaehyun that you want to hang on to.Â
A Jaehyun that you still want to work for. Sure, it would take some getting used to, to show up to work, seeing the man who banged you from front and behind, who ruthlessly yet deliciously grabbed and groped you from lust as if you were a play-thing, but thereâs a part of you that doesnât want to leave him, to not see him every day in his crisp suits, even though you could still date if you quit being his secretary.Â
âYeah,â you say. âIâm still your secretary. That notice was invalid,â you say professionally, which is jaring compared to the situation youâre in. Jaehyun has his chin mounted in between your breasts as he stares into your eyes.Â
âGood.â Jaehyun says in his brisque CEO voice. âI donât have to teach you again what happens if you quit.â With that Jaehyun moves his face to kiss you, a long loud kiss as his nose bumps into yours.Â
He sets you down on his desk after he pushes some papers away, spreading his legs to trap your knees. He holds your waist as he stares into your eyes, a soft, loving look on his face before he presses his forehead against yours.Â
âI think I broke a record,â he says in a deliciously deep voice. âMost times to bang secretary in a twenty-four hour period.â
a/n (2): thank you so much for reading! this was way longer than i expected it to be, and the series isn't even over here! hopefully, i will get around to writing a third part. let me know what you think in the comments or in an ask! don't be shy!
Preview: âYouâll never guess who I have a date with tonight.â Your mom exclaims. Jamming her breasts into a garment tearing at the seams.
âIs that my dress?!â You shriek, ignoring her excitement.
âShut up. When have you ever paid for anything in that closet, hmm?â she reprimands. Smoothing the too tight fabric gathering at her waist. âYouâre going to be so jealous. The hottest single dad in town finally asked me out.â
â..wait, you mean..â you near gag. Sitting up from your bed, gawking at her tawdry appearance with disgust.
âYup.â She goes on boasting. âFinally snagged Johnny Suhâs eye.â
Pairing: Johnny x female reader x Jeno
Word Count: 20k
Genre: Jenoâs dad has got it going on AU, pwp, dc/nc elements(donât read if that makes you uncomfortable. thanks.), extraordinarily filthy, M/F
Warning: Johnny is Jenoâs dadâ and not a good one, cheating, manipulation, black mailing, morally corrupt overall, terrible people, age difference(legal), power imbalance
Smut Warning: threesome(lets just get that out of the way), loss of virginity, corruption kink, daddy kink, breeding, rough oral(M receiving), cock warming, breath play, choking, hair pulling, praise, degradation, smut
a/n: please do not read if these warnings make you uncomfortable! this is all fictionalđ
