All Of You Ft. Jung Jaehyun
A/n: It's Valentine, and it's also our lover boy Jung Jaehyun's day! ♥️🍒✨️
I was gonna post this at midnight, but I slept off. Writing suggestive and steamy fics are so new to me, so I hope y'all don't die from cringe.
Genre: Romance, suggestive, fluff
Pairings: Jung Jaehyun x fem oc
Warnings: steamy, suggestive
Jaehyun barely gets through the front door before he's on you. His jacket hits the floor first, then his hands are on your waist, pulling you close, his body warm from the chill outside. His lips find the crook of your neck, pressing slow, deliberate kisses, his breath hot against your skin.
"You smell so good," he murmurs, voice husky with exhaustion and something darker. His hands slip under your shirt, palms smoothing over your stomach before travelling upward, fingers grazing the curve of your ribs. The touch is firm and possessive.
"Jaehyun, what's gotten into you?" You ask, though you don't push him away. If anything, your body leans into his touch, craving more.
He chuckles, low and deep, lips trailing along your jaw.
"Just missed you," he admits, voice thick with longing.
His arms wrap around you from behind, pressing his chest against your back, his hands roaming with more confidence now—one sliding up to cup your breast, the other gripping your hip.
The warmth of his palms seeps through the fabric, and your breath stutters when he gives a gentle squeeze, lips returning to the sensitive spot just beneath your ear.
"Tell me if you want me to stop," he whispers, though the way his fingers tease over your skin suggests he knows your answer already.
His fingers toy with the hem of your shirt before slipping beneath it entirely, exploring the soft warmth of your skin. You shiver as he palms your breast more firmly, thumb brushing over the peak, teasing, coaxing a soft gasp from you.
"Jaehyun," you breathe, tilting your head back against his shoulder as he trails kisses down the column of your neck. His teeth graze lightly over your pulse before he soothes the spot with his tongue, a pleased hum vibrating against your skin.
His other hand slides lower, gripping your hip, pressing you back against him. The heat of his body, the way his breath grows heavier against your ear—it’s intoxicating.
"You feel so good," he murmurs, voice thick with desire. His hand beneath your shirt ventures higher, fingers curling, squeezing, while his lips never leave your skin.
His other hand inches forward, fingers playing at the waistband of your shorts.
"Can I?" he asks, voice almost too controlled despite the fire in his touch.
Your breath hitches, a mixture of anticipation and need swirling in your stomach.
You nod, unable to form words, but he doesn’t move just yet—waiting, teasing, making you crave him even more.
“Say it,” he whispers, lips brushing your earlobe, his fingers pressing just enough to make you squirm.
"I-I want you to continue... please." I whimper and say with a shaky tone.
His fingers begun the slow, tantalizing exploration, at your confirmation, his touch teasing and deliberate.
His breath grows heavier against your ear, his grip tightening on your body as he presses closer. His lips trace a path down your neck, sucking lightly, marking you as his hands move with more confidence—groping, squeezing, setting your skin on fire.
A soft whimper escapes your lips as his fingertips brush just under your shirt, teasing along the sensitive skin of your waist. Your breath hitches, body instinctively arching into his touch, craving more.
But then, just as you think he’s going to push you over the edge, he murmurs against your skin, “I had a dream about you last night.”
Your head tilts slightly, dazed by his warmth and the way his hands mould to your curves.
“A dream?” Your voice comes out breathless, barely a whisper.
“Yeah,” he hums, his lips never stopping their journey along your shoulder as his hands roam higher, slipping beneath the fabric of your shirt. His fingers trace slow circles over your bare skin, the sensation sending shivers down your spine.
“We were old—like, really old.”
You shudder, but not just from the heat pooling in your stomach. “Old?”
“Mmhmm.” His voice is deep, husky with need, but there’s something warm, something unbearably sweet beneath it.
“Your hair was silver, and you were sitting in a garden, reading a book. You looked so beautiful.”
Your chest rises and falls faster, caught between the overwhelming desire coursing through you and the sheer tenderness of his words. His hands, greedy yet gentle, move lower, fingers slipping beneath the waistband of your shorts, making you gasp.
“And I just kept thinking…” he breathes, pressing a hot, open-mouthed kiss against your collarbone, his fingers teasing along the hem, not quite where you need them yet. Your hips shift involuntarily, a quiet moan slipping past your lips.
“Jae…” you breathe, your fingers tangling in his hair, pulling him closer as he groans softly against your skin.
“I woke up,” he continues, his voice thick with emotion and hunger as he lifts you effortlessly, carrying you towards the bedroom, “and all I could think about was how much I love you.”
A shaky sigh leaves you as he lays you down gently, his weight pressing against you in the most intoxicating way. His lips find yours again—slow, deep, and utterly consuming.
“And now…” he murmurs between kisses, his hands roaming freely, unapologetically, as he drinks in every reaction you give him,
“I just want to love you."
His hands slide beneath the last barrier of fabric between you, tugging it down with agonizing slowness. His lips follow the path of exposed skin, hot and wet against your burning flesh.
A breathy moan escapes you when his palm cups your breast fully, fingers squeezing just enough to make your back arch. His thumb brushes over your hardened peak, teasing, flicking, making you whimper. “Jae—”
He shushes you with another deep kiss, swallowing the sounds you make as his other hand grips your ass, kneading, pulling you flush against him. “You sound so good,” he murmurs against your lips, his voice low and wrecked.
He trails kisses lower, his tongue flicking over your nipple before sucking it into his mouth, making you gasp as your fingers clutch at his hair. A satisfied hum vibrates against your skin as he repeats the motion, his grip on you tightening.
“You’re so perfect,” he whispers, voice thick with want as his fingers skim down your spine. His lips travel lower, his hands guiding your body beneath him as his eyes darken with intent.
“I’m going to make you feel everything I feel for you.”
And as his mouth meets your skin again—hungry, desperate, filled with love—you surrender completely, letting Jaehyun prove every whispered word with the way he worships your body for the rest of the night.
Omg are y'all still alive from this cringe ass work? I feel like since this is just my second time writing a suggestive type, it didn't come out as good, but happy birthday to our lover boy Jaehyun! ♥️🍒❤️🔥✨️
