— natures candy in my hand, or can, or pie
୨୧ jeong jaehyun x m!stylist!reader ୨୧ sm has kept you on board for years now, which is a feat that didn't go unnoticed by the boys. not that they minded having you around at all, you put together amazing outfits. jaehyun liked your opinion the most, though. ୨୧ request?: yes ! ୨୧ caution: reader is mentioned to be younger than jaehyun (around 27), silly crushes, way too much physical affection, cringe flirting, possessiveness, kissing, like half fluff half smut, dom!jaehyun, dry humping, handjob, mostly vanilla really (+2nd person, not proofread) ୨୧ wc: 2.4k
jaehyun,,, drooling emoji
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Five years.
Half of the lifespan of NCT, and pretty much your entire career, you'd been a stylist. You'd gone to school for fashion design, and the portfolio that you accumulated over those four years seemed to wow some of the higher-ups at SM enough that you got the job.
You honestly didn't expect it to last long; jobs like these usually came and went. If they could hire someone with a little bit less experience that they could pinch their pennies on, another round of layoffs were imminent. But SM always kept you. Maybe it's because you actually knew what you were doing, could keep up with the more masculine-leaning fashion trends far easier as a man in the industry. Maybe it's because you were one of the few stylists that some of the idols actually liked. Either way, you had to be doing something right, no?
You'd worked with plenty of groups under SM. Name one, and you've likely had a cute interaction with at least one of the members. SM is good at keeping their staff on short leashes, though, so most of the time, you ended up being around NCT, and 127 were your muses more often than not. This wasn't always helped by the fact that you were a master at making 'ugly' articles beautiful. A new hem here, removal of a logo there, even chopping them up and Frankenstein-ing them back together with other pieces, you always knew exactly what you were going to do before you even sketched it out. It was admirable. More than once, Yuta had complimented your ability to make a frumpy shirt look straight out of a classic runway show. Johnny always seemed to like the shoes you picked out. Doyoung even came and personally said goodbye to you before he left for his military service. You were a household name at this point, and most of the idols under SM knew exactly who you were.
Jaehyun probably liked you most of all, though.
He hit it off with you pretty much the moment that you became stuck with 127; always chatty, always smiley. At first, it was under the guise of making sure he kept his English intact, because the other English-speaking members were no help, according to him. The more you got to know him, though, and the more that you styled him, the more you realized that he just liked to talk to you. By the time he was out to do his service, your conversations were no longer career-based, but rather mundane things. "How's your mother? You were saying a few days ago that she was sick" He'd start a conversation. You would respond as you adjusted sleeves and accessories. "I noticed you were rubbing you eyes earlier, have you been getting enough sleep? Do you have a headache?" As much as you thought it was sweet, how often he rattled on, doted over you, and wanted to know about your life, it was a lot for someone who was supposed to be more of a coworker than anything. Still, you found yourself missing his over-the-top compliments and softer smiles while he was gone.
When he came back, he was more overjoyed to see you than you were to see him. He came strolling into your office like he owned the place with your favourite drink in hand. He gave you a big, tight hug, commenting that he was bored throughout the year and a half without his favourite person to talk to. You gladly allowed him into your second home, letting him in on your top-secret sketches and plans for new outfit combinations with what the company already had in their current wardrobe rotation. The casual nature of you letting him keep you company was like a rumpled fabric in Jaehyun's soul that you'd seemed to iron out with ease. From there, something changed.
He was constantly bringing you little gifts. A snack or drink, a keychain, even a book a time or two, it was like he was trying to impress you with simple things that he knew you enjoyed. To be fair to him, it was working. You got even closer to him, developing a little crush, but keeping things as professional as possible. You didn't want to be that guy, after all. Plus, at least in looks, you nearly felt sub-human compared to Jaehyun. He was absolutely stunning, and while you didn't find yourself ugly by any means, you definitely weren't at Jaehyun's level. You obviously had no idea, but he believed you to be the most stunning person he'd ever laid eyes on. Every time he looked at you, it was though he was looking at an angel that he wished he could whisk away and keep all to himself. He knew he couldn't, of course, but that didn't stop him from trying.
Jaehyun began to get a tiny bit more possessive. It was nothing scary; it could easily be brushed off, and you didn't want to be touched, his hands never even came near you. But, if you were okay with it, he was constantly hugging you, holding your hand, brushing your hair from your face. He knew things like that made you blush, but how could he not be a little bit cockier when he had at least four other men to compete with? It was a no brainer to him. He kept flirting with you, getting touchier, while you tried to remind yourself that Jaehyun was just a friendly guy... even when your roommate told you that he sounded nearly obsessed with you.
You didn't have time to think about it, though. There were albums coming up. Promotions to be run. And you needed about five different outfits for each of them. You were a little swamped, and just when you thought you were finally going to get a day to yourself, you were called in. They were paying you nearly double time for this, you couldn't really say no.
You needed some new measurements for Jaehyun, but when you opened the door, he was already half naked. You thought you were interrupting, muttering a quick apology and moving to close the door, but you were easily pulled back inside of the dressing room by Jaehyun, who was a lot stronger than you remembered.
"Hey, what's going on—" You began, but he hushed you ever so softly, gently pressing a finger to your lips.
"It's still early, so not a lot of people are here yet... but I don't want to risk anything." Jaehyun whispered, already looking at you with a reverent kind of hunger.
"...What the hell are you talking about?" You mumbled back in the same tone, suddenly worried. You hadn't realized yet that Jaehyun was holding you tighter than ever, pressing you up against his built frame.
"Are you that oblivious?" He chuckled, pulling back a bit the moment he felt you shift a bit uncomfortably. "Have you not noticed that I've been practically drooling over you since before I even left?"
You nearly short-circuited. He chuckled when he saw you blush again, shaking your head and turning away.
"What, do you think I'm too good for you?" He smiled, though his eyes seemed a bit sad at the notion that you were so hard on yourself. "C'mon," he whispered your name. "I'm crazy about you."
"I think you're just crazy." You managed to sputter out, not wanting to give away that you were losing your mind at the sheer thought of being so close to him. God, his abs...
"Are you sure?" He smiled a bit wider. "I think you're trying to deflect the fact that you're hard right now."
So that's what that sudden rush of heat had been. You swallowed, finally looking him in the eye. "I think you're a bit too observant sometimes." You choked out, your throat now completely dry.
Jaehyun laughed softly. "You're so cute..." He finally pulled back fully, though your arms were still captured in his. "Don't you like what you see?" He showed off a bit, parading his muscles like a fanning peacock. You couldn't help but let out a giggle of your own.
"Of course I do." You admitted, letting your arms wrap around him, pressing yourself forward with more purpose this time. "I'm just surprise you like what you see."
Jaehyun scoffed, backing the both of you up to a nearby couch. "Why wouldn't I? You're the most handsome man I've ever seen." He smiled impossibly brighter when your blush deepened.
Your lips were connected by the time you both sat down. He slid his arms around your waist, pulling you into his lap as you continued to kiss him like he was your source of air. He only pulled back when he was desperate, just to take one or two shallow breaths and lean right back in. His hands roamed carefully, yet diligently, creeping up your shirt slowly as if he was waiting for you to bat him away.
"Take it off," You whispered against his lips. "Just take my shirt off."
That was all the confirmation that Jaehyun needed. He leaned back just far enough to slip your shirt from your body, immediately attaching himself to your neck the moment that he was able to, tossing the fabric to the side and closing the minimal space that had been put between you.
"You're so beautiful," He nearly moaned, voice still muffled against the crook of your neck. "Can't believe I waited so long..."
You brushed Jaehyun's hair back, gently playing with it while he lavished attention to your otherwise clear skin. This went on for a while, which caused you to yelp softly when he flipped the two of you over, hovering above you while your chest rose and fell with each heaving breath. Still, you playfully grabbed his waist, pulling him closer until he pulled in a sharp breath at your hips meeting his.
"Well don't get shy now," You teased. He laughed breathlessly, finding the crook of your neck and letting his hips roll forward. This became your next dance for a while, more articles of clothing being carelessly discarded while Jaehyun nearly lost himself in the feeling of pressing against you alone.
"C'mon, Jaehyun," You whined, a mixture of impatience and pleasure. "We don't have enough time. If you want to fuck me, you have to do it now." You added in a softer voice. He just nodded, ready to bend to your every whim even if he was supposed to be the dominant one.
It seemed like in an instant, you were both finally fully nude, and god, if Jaehyun looked like a statue before...
"Happy?" He muttered joyfully, chuckling as you hummed without taking your eyes off of his chest, his abs, his...
Without thinking, you wrapped your hand around his cock. He was already hard, unsurprisingly; you were too. Still, he let out a soft sound as he leaned forward, capturing your lips again while you jerked him off without a second thought. It was primal, visceral even, and neither of you could seem to get enough. As his head moved back down to your neck, your hand picked up speed, your thumb finding and remembering his most sensitive spots as it brushed over them again and again.
"Fuck, wait—" He said after a few minutes, gently grasping at your wrist, but not daring to pull your hand away. "I'm gonna cum, stop..." He huffed against your skin.
"Isn't that what you want?" You asked outright.
Jaehyun hummed. "Want to make you cum..." He whispered. "Can I, please? I have a condom, please, I really want you..."
You weren't even going to say no anyways; but with a face like that, handsome and strong but still so desperate, how could you even think about such a thing?
"Hurry up, then, you're leaving me hanging..." You teased, watching as he frantically pulled back just enough to find his pants and pull a condom from his pocket. He ripped it open and slipped it on, immediately grabbing your legs and holding them against his chest before unceremoniously rolling forward again, causing a simultaneous relieved sigh from the both of you.
Jaehyun was having some trouble holding back. His thrusts were fast and hard from the beginning, causing gasps and moans from you each time. He seemed a bit nervous that he was being too rough with you, but each time, you held his shoulder or the back of his neck, your thumb rubbing against his skin just so that it reassured him to keep going, that it felt good.
"Shit, 'm not gonna last long..." He muttered, realizing he was a bit sensitive from your handjob just a few minutes prior.
"It's okay," You sighed. "Just keep going, Jaehyun, you feel so good..." Jaehyun eventually started jerking you off to aid you, not quite confident enough that he was going to last long enough to make you cum. Your louder moans signalled that it was a good decision, because his thrusts started to get sloppier less than a minute later.
He moaned out your name as he came hard, still tugging you in his hand as you trailed close behind, reaching your own peak before his was even fully over.
He pulled out with a shudder, letting himself be a bit vulnerable as he buried himself back into the crook of your neck once more, this time softer. Quieter.
You let yourself relax for a moment, too, suddenly forgetting about all of the measurements that needed to be taken, all of the alterations necessary, all of the work that needed to be done.
"Before you left?" You inquired suddenly, remembering what he said when you walked in on him.
Jaehyun responded quietly after a moment. "I always thought you were cute. But some months before I left, I realized that I really, really liked you. You treated me like I was real. And you talked to me so casually. It felt so nice."
You hummed, pulling him just a tiny bit closer.
"Can we do this again sometime?" He muttered, his voice now much different from the smooth, sultry one he'd had on earlier.
"Of course," You responded with a soft giggle. "But let's find a time where we aren't rushed, yeah?" You added while you played with the hair at the nape of his neck.
"As long as I don't have to pretend to be normal while you take measurements after, anytime is good to me." He whispered.
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