hi, can i request 1, 8, 10 enemies to lovers with haechan pls?
pairing. gn!reader x haechan | genre. fluff, enemies to lovers | wc. 1.3k | warnings. none
a/n:: i’m in love with these pics… he looks so fluffy yet damn hot!
“This is the worst idea you’ve ever had,” you muttered, stepping over a protruding root as the dense forest seemed to close in around you.
Haechan groaned behind you, the crunch of leaves under his boots matching your growing irritation. “My idea? You’re the one who said, ‘Let’s go explore off the trail. It’ll be fun!’” He mimicked your voice in a singsong tone, which earned him a sharp glare over your shoulder.
“I didn’t mean ‘let’s get lost in the middle of nowhere,’” you snapped, brushing a low-hanging branch out of your face. “Well, congratulations,” he said, throwing his arms wide as if presenting the trees around him. “You’ve officially outdone yourself. This is a new low, even for you.”
You stopped, spinning on your heel to face him. “For me? You’re the one who got us turned around!”
“I got us turned around?” Haechan repeated, his tone dripping with disbelief. “You’re the one who insisted we’d find a shortcut.”
“To avoid listening to you complain for another hour!”
“Well, that backfired, didn’t it?”
“You are infuriating!” you snapped, throwing your hands in the air.
“And you’re dramatic,” he shot back, crossing his arms. “Seriously, I am fully convinced you never graduated kindergarten. Do you want me to explain how directions work with finger paints?” Your jaw dropped, and for a moment, all you could do was gape at him. “You’re unbelievable.”
“And yet,” he said, smirking, “here we are, stuck together. Funny how life works, huh?”
“Funny,” you muttered, storming ahead and refusing to look back.
The truth was, you were scared. The sun had dipped below the horizon, leaving the forest shrouded in shadows. The trail you’d been following had vanished hours ago, and with every passing minute, the possibility of finding your way back seemed slimmer.
You hated feeling this vulnerable—especially in front of Haechan. The two of you had spent years getting under each other’s skin, your bickering a constant fixture of your shared friend group. But this was different. This wasn’t teasing over a missed deadline or a poorly worded joke. This was real, and it left you feeling exposed in a way you couldn’t quite explain.
“Slow down,” Haechan called from behind you, his tone less sharp now. “You’re going to trip over something.” You ignored him, determined not to let him see how your hands were trembling.
“Hey,” he said, closer now. “Did you hear me?”When you didn’t respond, his hand caught your arm, stopping you in your tracks.
“What?” you snapped, spinning to face him. Haechan studied you for a moment, his dark eyes narrowing. “You’re scared,” he said, the words more observation than accusation.
“No, I’m not,” you lied, crossing your arms defensively. He sighed, running a hand through his hair. “Look, I get it. This sucks. But freaking out isn’t going to help.”
“I’m not freaking out,” you said, though your voice betrayed you. He stepped closer, his expression softening in a way that made your chest tighten. “Hey,” he said quietly. “We’ll figure this out, okay? Together.”
You blinked, taken aback by his sudden shift in tone. For a moment, you didn’t see the usual smugness in his eyes—just sincerity.
“Fine,” you muttered, looking away. “But if you say ‘I told you so’ even once, I’m leaving you here.”
“Noted,” he said with a small smile.
The two of you walked in silence for a while, the tension between you easing with each step. Haechan had taken the lead, scanning the trees for any sign of the trail, while you followed a few paces behind.
“I can feel you staring,” he said after a while, his voice breaking the quiet. “I’m not staring,” you lied, though your gaze immediately dropped to the ground. He glanced back over his shoulder, his lips quirking into a smirk. “Like what you see?”
Your face burned as you scoffed, “In your dreams.”
Haechan chuckled, but he didn’t push it, instead focusing on the path ahead, falling into step beside you. It wasn’t until you bit your lip, lost in thought, that his voice cut through the quiet again.
“If you bite your lip one more time,” he said, his tone low and teasing, “I’m going to do it for you.”Your head snapped up, your eyes wide as you stared at him. “Excuse me?”He turned to face you fully, his smirk firmly in place. “You heard me.”
For a moment, the forest seemed to hold its breath. The teasing glint in his eyes was still there, but beneath it, something else lingered—something that made your heart race in a way you couldn’t ignore.
You opened your mouth to respond, but before you could, Haechan’s gaze shifted to something behind you.
“There,” he said, pointing to a faint trail winding through the trees.
Relief flooded you as you followed his gesture. “Finally,” you breathed, your shoulders relaxing. “Told you we’d figure it out,” he said, brushing past you to lead the way.
By the time the two of you made it back to the main path, the moon had risen, casting everything in a soft silver glow. The forest seemed less intimidating now, and the tension that had weighed on you all evening had started to fade.
“Well,” you said, glancing at Haechan. “I guess you’re not completely useless.”
“High praise,” he replied, his smirk returning. The two of you stood in silence for a moment, the quiet night stretching between you. For the first time, the silence didn’t feel awkward or tense. It felt... comfortable.
“You know,” he said eventually, his voice quieter now. “You’re not as bad as I thought.” You raised an eyebrow, crossing your arms. “Is that supposed to be a compliment?”
“Take it or leave it,” he said, but there was no malice in his tone—just a softness that caught you off guard. “Thanks, I guess,” you said, a small smile tugging at your lips.
Haechan stepped closer, his hand brushing against yours. You glanced up at him, your breath hitching at the way he was looking at you—like he was seeing you for the first time.
“Hey,” he said softly, his voice barely above a whisper. “We’re okay now, right?”
“Yeah,” you said, your voice just as quiet. “We’re okay.”
Before you could overthink it, Haechan reached out, his fingers curling around yours bringing them to his lips, placing a soft kiss on your knuckles. The gesture was simple, but it sent a warmth spreading through you that had nothing to do with the chill of the night.
The space between you felt impossibly small, your fingers intertwined with his as he leaned in slightly. Your breath hitched as he tilted his head, his eyes flicking to your lips for just a moment before meeting yours again.
“Can I?” he asked, his voice barely above a whisper.
You hesitated for only a second before nodding.
He closed the distance between you, his lips brushing against yours in a kiss that was soft, hesitant, and warm in a way that made your chest ache. His hand came up to cup your cheek, his touch gentle as if he was afraid to break the moment.
When he pulled back, his forehead rested against yours, a small smile playing on his lips.
“Well,” he said, his voice teasing again, “that’s one way to stop all the bickering.” You laughed softly, shaking your head. “Don’t get used to it.”
“Let’s get out of here,” he said, his smirk softening into a genuine smile.
As the two of you walked back to the safety of the campsite, hand in hand, you couldn’t help but think that maybe getting lost hadn’t been so bad after all. And maybe, just maybe, you didn’t mind the butterflies he gave you either.
Too Bad For Us Because We're Not The Same - K.Jungwoo (Teaser)
Pairing - Best Friend!Jungwoo x Female Reader
Genre(s) - Fluff, Angst, University!AU
Warning(s) - yearning, so much yearning it actually hurts, but other than that I don’t think there are any
Summary - You were Jungwoo’s favorite…almost. The best friend who never quite became more. Years later, you find each other again, older but still in sync. Some love stories don’t need a beginning or end to leave a mark.
Teaser Word Count - 0.8k
Estimated Release Date - August 10, 2025
Author’s Note - This is my first ever fic for Jungwoo! If I’m being honest, I started this entire collection just so that I could finally write something for Jungwoo and I’m so happy I did.
Taglist - @k-vanity @cosyhomenet @neocity-net @k-films @cinneorolls (send an ask or leave a comment to be added!)
Part of my NCT J-Line: Roses Are Rosie Collection.
Now playing: Number One Girl - Rosé, Stay A Little Longer - Rosé
Jungwoo is the boy who waits.
Every morning, without fail, he saves you a seat in the last row of your shared literature class—the one with the chipped wooden desks and the crooked air vent above it that hums just a little too loudly in the winter. He always chooses that spot, even when there are better ones. Even when he thinks you’re going to be late, and especially when he knows.
“You're consistent,” you say one morning, sliding into the seat beside him twenty minutes after the lecture starts.
“And you’re late,” he replies, already pushing a familiar cup across the desk. An iced coffee.
He doesn’t look at you when he smiles, just watches you scribble the lecture title into the margin of your notebook. You look over at his notes to pick up on what you missed, and you recognize a little doodle in the corner. It’s a tiny cartoon version of you, yawning with dizzy little circles for eyes.
You were always more invested in stories than reality—a screenwriter in the making, notes app full of scene ideas, overheard dialogue, and messy plot outlines jotted between lecture notes. Jungwoo, on the other hand, was a communications major who just needed this course to fulfill a requirement. You used to tease him for it.
“You’re not even reading the book,” you’d whisper during class discussions.
“I’m reading your expression,” he’d return, and then turn pink when you stared too long.
Jungwoo walked you home from campus most days, claiming he just wanted to make sure you were safe. Even when it wasn’t raining, he carried an umbrella in his backpack. You asked him about it once.
“Just in case,” he shrugged. “You never know when it’s going to rain, and I’d hate for you to get wet and catch a cold.”
There was something quietly heroic about Jungwoo. The kind of steady presence that didn’t ask for attention but gave it so easily. You never really thought about what it meant, the way he always seemed to be there, until someone else started to be.
Your new boyfriend had a car and made dinner reservations, and called you “babe” in front of his friends. It was easy. Comfortable. Convincing enough that you never questioned it. Jungwoo never said anything, only smiled when you brought him up, the kind of smile that didn’t reach his eyes.
“As long as you’re happy,” he said once. You didn’t catch the break in his voice until later when you replayed it in your head.
You joked, trying to lighten the moment. “I’m so lucky you’re in my life. You’re like my backup boyfriend.”
Jungwoo laughed at that, the sound short and bright. But he looked away too quickly.
Still, nothing really changed. You still spent hours in his apartment after class, watching movies you pretended not to over-analyze and then gossip about after it was done. You danced with him in the living room to upbeat songs about heartbreak, barefoot and breathless from laughter, both of you collapsing when you stepped on his foot accidentally.
“You’re a terrible dancer,” he groaned, laughing as you pulled him back up.
“Only because you’re a terrible partner,” you replied.
And maybe he thought he would be. Maybe that’s why he never told you the way he truly felt. Maybe that’s why he kept waiting.
Even when it hurt. Even when you called someone else “mine.” Even when you fell asleep on his couch in your boyfriend’s hoodie, trusting him like he couldn't possibly be in love with you.
He never told you. Not once.
But sometimes, when his apartment got too quiet after you left and your laughter still echoed in his head hours later, he’d pull out a notebook from the bottom drawer of his desk. In it, he kept a single letter. Scratches out in multiple places. Rewritten over and over. Never finished.
‘I think I’m in love with my best friend. You. You joke that I’m your backup. I smile like it doesn’t gut me. You don’t know that I memorize the way you look when you’re reading, the way your lips move just slightly when you’re really into a line. You don’t know it but I started carrying an umbrella because I hate seeing you run through the rain. You don’t know that sometimes, I think I was made to orbit you. And you never have to know. Because being close to you, even like this, is better than being loved by anyone else. So I’ll wait. Even if you never turn around.’
Jungwoo never signed it. Never folded it into an envelope. Simply tucked it back in place and turned out his bedroom light.
And when you texted to let him know you got home safe, he smiled to himself, even though the ache never went away.
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Description: After Chenle "accidentally" hits the follow button on Twitter, you try to get him to unfollow you by any means necessary, even if he's keen on staying right where he's at.
wc <0.5k, genre: suggestive, pairing: nyt x reader, warning: breast feeding
The afternoon sun was hot on your naked breasts.
You were on a bench in a quiet corner of the park, breastfeeding your daughter. The straps of your dress were pulled down to give your baby girl access.
Your husband Yuta stood in front of you, arms crossed, shielding you from view. He was the definition of protective.
"Is she nearly done?" Yuta asked, brows furrowed. "There's a bunch of school boys coming this way and I swear I'll kick off if even one stares at your boobs."
Yuta glanced back at you, gaze softening when he saw how gently you were cradling the baby to your chest.
Yuta had always found you sexy, but there was something about you becoming a mom that made him constantly hard for you.
"Calming thoughts, babe," you said, chuckling at your hot headed husband. "Remember when- OW!"
You felt a sharp twinge and pulled the baby off your breast.
"Hina just bit my nipple!" you cried.
Yuta gently took the baby out of your hands and placed a kiss on her nose.
"Naughty girl," he cooed. A devilish smirk appeared on his face. "Only daddy's allowed to do that."
(phrase): a way of getting or achieving something.
chapter: 1
^im not sure where this is going yet, no triggers warning^
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This is getting.. weird
You thought to yourself, laying in your warm bed staring at the celling of the dark room twirling a strand of your hair like a lovestruck teenage.
But it wasn’t love you are feeling, no definitely not
Because you know what love is, you are in love with your boyfriend.. so it must be intrigue,
Yes, you’er just intrigued and nothing else…
Speaking of your boyfriend, your lovely boyfriend Jeno.
You turn to check on him,
Met by his exquisite muscular back, exquisite indeed it still a disappointment since he seems to be in a mood today.. his moody days are increasing in frequency for an unknown reason.. but naming Na Jaemin as the culprit in dragging your lover’s mood won’t be a wild guess.
Na Jaemin.. that creep
Lately he’s been invading your thoughts. He’s like water sneaking through your hardest attempts to block him out.
His tall lanky body that seems to always slouch and hang off of surfaces, his shameless stare, he’s such a puzzle.. you cut thschainn of thoughts and reach to your phone to check the time.. it reads 10:11
Damn it is still early..
Usually at the this hour you would be out somewhere enjoying the nightlife with jeno,
You sigh and toss around in the hot sheets, attempting to find a more comfortable spot.the room seems to be only getting warmer by the minute. all thanks to your boyfriend’s strong dislike for air conditioners
You’er lucky I love you
You huff and force your eyes to close in search for sleep.
A rude knock rips through the peaceful quietness, startling both you and jeno.
“I’m ordering pizza, do you guys want any?”
Jaemin muffled voice comes from behind the door, his shadow can be seen fidgeting in nervousness through the door sill.
You look at your boyfriend who is displeased to be awakened.
“no!” He answers in clear annoyance
“Ah okay” jaemin counters with a hint of disappointment in his voice.
His foot steps fade away as he walks way from your bedroom door..
You kind of forgot he had moved to live with you.
Jeno pulls the sheets and wraps himself in them and goes back to his slumber without a word..
You go back to your lousy attempts to sleep,
It must have been a long 20 minutes of tossing and turning until another gentler knock announce itself making your already grumpy boyfriend more agitated
Jeno huffs “what now?”
“Pizza is here..and umm” jaemin answers
You’er kind of amused, this is way more entertaining than fighting to keep your eyes closed
“And I thought we can watch a movie” ….”or something”
The tension hangs in the air for a minute before jeno, finally, looks your way
“You go!” he kind of orders you “he’s probably bored” he sighs and goes back top laying down
You don’t mind, as you are bored too.. you jump out of bed and head to the door.
His eyes widens for a second when you opened your bedroom door, like he wasn’t expecting it.
His dull face lights up as you drag your socks clad feet out and close the door behind you, leaving you grumpy boyfriend to soundly sleep.
The cool air feel refreshing one your skin..oh your skin
Suddenly your self conscious about your attire, or the lack of..
Your skimpy short shorts don’t cover much and the thin cotton t-shirt with no bra underneath it leave little to the imagination.
Although you’er very, very embarrassed.. it’s too late to turn back now.
And besides, jaemin is like a brother to jeno, so technically he’s like a brother to you too.
1. When you told me you matched your breath with mine.
To be honest I barely remember how the conversation started, maybe we were talking about sciencey things, but suddenly you confessed to the sweetest things someone has done to me. Often, I get anxious about things, not like how people get excited to meet a friend but how my body hyperventilates when overthinking all the ways I can fuck the situation up. You were always there when I needed, even if I all I needed was for you to hold my hand. What I didn't know was that while you hold me, you always try to match the rhythm of your breath with mine and slowly calm it down so my subconscious would follow. Then, i realized that I loved you because you took care of me even in the most silent ways, not ever needing acknowledgment to prove you are there.
2. When you get impressed when I sing for you.
To say you're my biggest fan is an understatement, to the millions of pictures you save of me to how excited you get when I sing my lines in songs. However, nothing beats how your eyes sparkle when I sing only to you, cuddling in your couch and our faces millimeters apart. You tell me I sound like an angel and start babbling about how can someone make their vocie sound like 'that'. You try to mimic it, but it just sounds out of tune. I laugh and then realize I love you because rather than being discouraged for not being able to sing, you just get more enamored and proud of me.
3. When you get excited about your studies and explain them to me for hours.
In hindsight to my singing, I never fail to admire you when you try to explain to me something you just learn in class. It doesn't matter how complicated all the terms sounds to my ears, or how I can barely understand how it works, but everytime you talk fast and articulate with your hands excitedly you look the cutest to me. At that time, I realized I loved you because your passion radiates in massive waves out of you and to fall for your brain as well as your face is the biggest privilege to me.
4. When we were making out in the shower and shampoo got into your eyes.
Needless to say that when we first got under the water our plan wasn't exactly have a perfectly 'clean' shower. Your body that looked like it was meant to fit with mine just lookes too inticing to me, but you insisted that you at least needed to wash your hair or it would get tangled later. I couldn't stop looking at your lips while you applied the shampoo into your hair, they were so plump and soft that I couldn't resist to take them. Your hands flied instantly to my shoulders in surprise but either way you complied. That was until seconds later a drop of shampoo slipped from your hair to your eye and in the next moment you were detaching our lips and groaning in pain. While attacking your eye with the shower head in an attempt to make the pain go away I realized I loved you because your clumsiness was equally endearing and hilarious.
5. Everynight we cuddle and stay silent until we fall asleep.
I know, it's simple, but being with you more than ever made me realize how the littlest things can fulfill my heart. Being comfortable in your arms, sensing the peace of being able to feel your heartbeat next to mine. I don't need you to spell it out a hundred i love you's, all I need is you right there by my side. Your simple company makes me realize that I love you just for being here.
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Note: This is a repost from my old blog. Just as this one, all my works will be moved to this account with rewrites and in a “new format”. Hope you’ll enjoy this new era just as much as I am excited to bring it to you <3
notes/warnings; mention of eating, alcohol, Dreamies are roomies as usual. there was a brief insinuation of a bet where money is exchanged. semi-guided masturbation (female/male), unprotected sex, talk of kinks, sir kink, slight dom insinuation, sex health talk.
work count; 3.7k and some change (if you care about this)
PART 1, PART 2, PART 3
You had thought about Na Jaemin of course, but after the first day you wondered if he had really been interested, or if you had been simply a one night stand. Not that it was a bad thing, it was one hell of a one night stand. Still, you kinda felt like there had been something there. You had considered being the first one to text, but something in your gut told you to wait, so you did.
Three days had passed. You had all but given up as you sat on your couch, sulking into a pint of Ben & Jerry’s, when your phone’s text message tone went off next to you on the couch. You figured it was your best friend. The two of you had been discussing what the next move was, and you had decided to skip out on the bar hopping. The best plan of action was ice cream, sweat pants, and cheesy rom coms far too early in the morning.
Sliding your finger over the unlock, your eyes widens when you see the name. You almost lose your pint of ice cream to the floor, with how quickly you sit up, but manage to correct yourself. You sit it to the side, so you can see what Jaemin has sent you. It had been 3 days since you spoke to him, since he had brought you home in his car.
Jaemin: Hey. I really enjoyed the other night but the company for breakfast was better. Would you like to get coffee and spend the day with me? If you aren’t busy of course. [7:45 am]
Staring for just a moment, you type a response, delete it, type another, and delete it again, before just sitting there. Of course you wanted to accept and go out, but you would need time. You hadn’t showered in a day, and you didn’t want to scare him off by going out in sweats.
Jaemin watched the three dots pop up, and then vanish with a frown as he sat between Mark and Renjun now. The other two boys frowned, watching them disappear, making eye contact unsure what to do, until they heard the sound of a message come through.
Y/N: Of course. That sounds wonderful actually. Want me to meet you somewhere in particular? [7:50 am]
Mark lets out a breath first and nods, patting Jaemin’s head, before sliding away giving him space.
Renjun stays where he is, too interested in the action unfolding next to him. Jaemin simply raises a brow and pushes him with his elbow. “No way...I sat around for 3 days waiting for this. Answer her, jackass.”
Jaemin groans at Renjun's voice, and sighs as he types out his response, a smile spreading across his face.
Jaemin: Can I pick you up? It’s a surprise. [7:51 am]
Y/N: Sure. Give me an hour to get ready? [7:52 am]
Jaemin: Of course. I’ll see you soon. [7:54 am]
Jaemin grins and slides his phone into his hoodie jacket, before looking at Renjun who ruffles his hair. “Go get her, tiger.”
An hour later, you found yourself looking much more presentable. You hadn’t dressed up per se, but you didn’t look like a girl from a heartbreak movie stuffing her face with ice cream anymore. Slipping on your jacket and shoes just in time as the doorbell rang, you glance behind you, hoping you had picked up enough stuff, before opening the door and smiling as you see Jaemin.
Was it possible he looked even better after 3 days? God, he still smelled amazing. You really needed to figure out what it was he wore, for complete research purposes of course. “Hey there.”
He grins at you, and you can’t help but feel as your knees almost go weak. You keep yourself steady, pushing your hair behind your ear and grabbing your bag. “Hello, yourself. I wasn’t sure you were going to text me...but I’m glad you did.”
He tilts his head to your words and offers you his hand, which you take. “I’m sorry I kept you waiting, I promise I’ll explain before the end of the day.”
You laugh at the answer but nod. “Alright...so where are we going?”
Jaemin couldn’t stop looking over at you. You were stunning, even more so than when he had met you in the bar. Casual clothes were your style. You looked trendy, but you weren’t trying too hard because you didn’t need to. His eyes wanted to drink in every inch of you, but he kept his place as his fingers laced with yours, leading you outside to his car. “There is a coffee shop I really love. It’s a little hole in the wall I usually like to keep to myself, but I’m willing to share my secrets with you, if you can keep the secret yourself.”
You laugh and slide into his car as he opens the door. Once he was behind the wheel, you nod and put on your seatbelt. “I can keep a secret if it means I get to know more about you. Who are you hiding this shop from?”
Jaemin laughs and nods as he puts the car into gear, turning you in the direction of the shop. “Everyone...specifically my friends. Only Jeno knows where this place is, and he knows better than to tell the others. I like having my space from them sometimes.”
That made complete sense. You remembered they had grown up together basically, so it was only logically for him to need some separation. “Well, cross my heart, your secret coffee shop is safe with me.”
Jaemin smiles and reaches his hand over to squeeze above your knee softly, “Perfect...you look beautiful by the way.”
Your cheeks flush lightly. You glance at his hand on your knee and take a breath. “Thank you, you look pretty handsome today yourself, sir.”
He laughs, sucking in his bottom lip, raising a brow when you call him sir. He knew you hadn’t meant it in a sexual way, but it had an effect coming off your lips. “Careful...I might enjoy you calling me that too much.”
A laugh escapes your lips, and you raise your brows. “I’m sorry, do you have a sir kink?”
Jaemin laughs, showing off his perfect teeth. You can’t help but smile at his reaction. Narrowing his eyes playfully, letting his teeth run over his bottom lip as he glances at you, he shrugs and looks back at the road. “How about we keep the kink talk for a little later this evening, because I have several questions for you in that department.”
Your cheeks flush slightly, your eyes widening a bit as you look back to the road. “Well, I will look forward to that conversation later then.”
Jaemin smirks and winks at you, letting his hand squeeze your knee once more, before he puts both hands back on the wheel to turn into the alley and find a parking spot. You look up to see the sign, but it was so faded you couldn’t make out more than Bean... and was that Bag?
Jaemin gets out, waiting for you to join him, and offers you his hand as soon as you are close enough. “I’m going to be honest, Jaemin. Place looks a little sketchy.”
Laughing, Jaemin scratches the back of his neck as he leads you towards the building and inside. “It’s not, I promise.”
The bell above the door announces your entrance. You glance around, pleasantly surprised by how different the inside was compared to the outside. Inside was warm, smelled delicious as expected of any coffee shop, and most importantly there were only a few patrons. Jaemin smiles watching you take in a deep breath. “I know...wait till you taste their coffee.”
With your two Americanos, along with the largest muffin you had ever seen, Jaemin leads you to what he explains is his favorite spot. Next to the window is an oversized chair that he usually sits in alone, today he shares with you. He was right, the coffee was some of the best you have had, and the muffin was more than enough to share. Jaemin breaks off bits of the muffin to hand to you to eat, but after a while just offers for you to take from his fingers.
After an hour or so of family discussion, learning more about his friends and your friends, he threw away the rest of the muffin and the garbage. He waves to the shop owner, before leading you back out to the car. “Do you want some actual food? We can take some corn dogs home.”
Smiling, you nod as he opens the passenger's side door for you this time, letting you slip into your seat, before taking his own. You could get used to this. You weren’t sure what it was yet, but you liked it.
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Jaemin’s foot opens the door as he holds the large box of corn dogs, letting you slip past him. A bag of cider, cola, and soju is in your hand as you glance around the entrance way. You hadn’t been sure you’d be back in this house, but here you were.
It was much louder during the day, than the night you had slipped in with Jaemin. He winks at you as he kicks his shoes off, and gestures to you to go on in. You had to admit, even though you had met all of his roommates, you still weren’t sure how they felt about you, or you just barging into their living space. “With you…”
Jaemin smiles at your words and nods, putting his free arm around your shoulders. He balances the box of food on his hand as he walks you into the house, glancing into the living room and finding everyone besides Jisung. “Where is Jisung?”
Mark glances up, noticing the food first, then you with a grin. “At that concert. Hey, Y/N! Good to see you again. Let me get that.” He takes the drinks from you, and Jeno takes the box of food out of Jaemin’s hands, opening it on the coffee table with a grin.
“Don’t eat all of them. Save some for us.”
Jeno nods, already grabbing one coated in sugar and taking a big bite, before waving at you with a string of cheese hanging from his mouth. You can’t help but smile while shaking your head.
Jaemin was more surprised than you at how easily you seemed to fit in after less than an hour. He had his arm around your waist, his fingers lazily playing with your shirt over your stomach as your hand rested on his leg.
Jeno watched curiously, amused with how quickly it seemed that Jaemin was able to treat you like this. He knew his friend was guarded, but with you it was like you had always been there. He felt a pang of jealousy, before turning away taking a shot of soju, his attention back on the movie.
You relax against Jaemin, enjoying the feel of his fingers brushing against your skin as his fingers trail under the cotton of your shirt. A smile on your face, you glance at him as he gives you a sly look, gesturing his eyes behind the couch towards his room. As you nod, he smiles and slides his arm from you, before standing taking your hand.
Renjun looked up at you two with a smirk, not saying anything. Chenle was less subtle, laughing and putting his hand out to Mark, who put a bill into his hand.
Jaemin kicks Chenle’s leg out of the way with a scoff, before leading you away from his friends, down the hall and into his room. He lets the door close, behind you both with a soft click, as he locks the door. You sit on his bed stretching a bit, your cheeks a bit flushed from having watched the interaction between his friends as you two had decided to have some time alone from them.
Watching you carefully, Jaemin smiles a bit just standing there, before you give him a look and laugh. “What is it?”
He laughs and crawls on the bed behind you, pulling you too him to hold you closely. Your leg drapes over his, your knee resting between his legs. “Nothing...ready to have that talk?”
If you had thought your cheeks were flushed before, now they were bright pink. Jaemin laughs, watching it happen, before leaning to press a kiss to each cheek. “We don’t have to talk about it…”
You shake your head at his words and smile. “No, we can. It’s probably actually important if we are going to do this right?”
Jaemin nods in agreement as his fingers slide down your arm and over to your waist, where his fingers claim your skin again, tracing small shapes causing you to draw in a breath.
“I already know you have a thing about being called sir.”
Jaemin laughs at your statement, and bites his bottom lip, “You don’t have to if you don’t want to, but yeah it’s pretty hot. I know you can listen...seems like you like a little direction.”
You suck in a breath again as his finger slides along the waistband of your jeans. You nod, as your eyes close to the feel of his fingers against your hip. “I do...and you liked to tell me what to do, so that seemed to work out.”
Jaemin grins and nods as his fingers find the button of your jeans, working it open. “I did. I do. Now to the important boring stuff...I’m clean, I get tested frequently.”
You gasp as his fingers slide down your zipper, the pad of his fingers pressing against your lower abdomen over the top of your panties, as he waits for you to speak. “I am too...and I’m on birth control.”
He grins at that knowledge, sliding his fingers into your panties and over your folds, causing you to gasp. “That’s good, I’ll still use a condom if you want me to.”
You shake your head, “You don’t have to, as long as we are safe.” Your eyes finding him as his index finger circles your clit in a tight motion.
Jaemin leans to press a kiss to your lips, using his body to put you on your back, his fingers never leaving you. “I don’t know what I want this to be...but I don’t want you with anyone else. Is that okay?”
You moan, lifting your lips towards his finger, as his other hand works your jeans down with gentle tugs. “Yes...I don’t want you with anyone either. You are all I could think about.”
Grinning, Jaemin kisses your jaw, before pulling back his face and hand, so that he can undress you more efficiently. “I couldn’t get you off my mind. I’m sorry I took so long, but 3 days is good luck. I wanted this to work.”
You laugh a bit, still not understanding. Your laugh is cut off as your shirt is removed over your head, and Jaemin’s mouth is gently nipping at your skin over your bra. “Why 3 days?”
Running his tongue over lace, he looks up to meet your eyes, before slipping his hands behind your back and unclasping your bra, so he can pull it from you. “3 is my favorite number, it’s never failed me. I had to wait exactly 3 days, but it almost drove me crazy. All I could think about was getting you back here, and back in my bed. I wanted my mouth all over you, to taste you.”
You moan his name softly, running your fingers through his soft hair as his tongue circles your nipple, causing your back to arch. “I wanted that so much, Jaemin…”
He groans against your skin, hearing his name on your lips. “What did you do when you thought about me?”
You smile at his question, lifting your hips as he slides your panties down, his mouth breaking from your breast. You watch as he pulls his shirt over his head, eyes watching you full of lust. “Show me what you did.”
Jaemin slides off the bed, and you do as he asks, sliding your hand down your stomach as you spread your legs. Fingers dip towards your entrance, past your folds, his eyes following your hand intently as he works his jeans and boxers down.
Pressing your middle finger into your core, you moan and close your eyes, arching your back off his bed. You had done this several times in the past days while you waited for him to call. All you could think about was the night you two had shared, and how much you hadn’t wanted to leave his bed.
Groaning as he runs his hand over his mouth, his other hand gripping his length, Jaemin strokes himself a few times, watching as your finger gently dips into and out of your wet pussy. You were so beautiful, and now he could say you were his. “That’s so good. When you were touching yourself at home, did you think about how I made you moan my name so much that you could barely speak the next morning?”
Moaning to his words and the thought, you slip a second finger past your folds and nod, “Yes, sir…”
Jaemin thrusts into his hand when you call him sir, a louder groan crossing his lips. Your eyes finding his hand wrapped around his cock, you bite your bottom lip, before moving your gaze to his eyes. He shakes his head and runs his free hand through his hair, “You have no idea what you do to me...let me taste those fingers, baby.”
Sliding your fingers from between your legs, you hold up your hand as Jaemin kneels on the bed between your legs to take your wrist. His eyes on yours as he sucks your fingers into his mouth, licking your fingers clean with a groan. Pulling his head back, he licks his lips and leans to press his lips to yours in an eager kiss.
Your hands slide up into his hair, keeping him close, until he grabs your wrists and pins your hands above your head, looking down at you. “I want to take my time with you, but all I think about is getting inside of you.”
You flush at his words, lifting your hips towards him, wanting the same thing. Jaemin’s lips move to press at your throat, causing you to press your head back into the pillows, as your nails gently make half moon indentations in your palms as he keeps your hands from him.
“I’m not sure I’ll ever let you leave, baby...just leave you in my bed and worship you like this every single moment of every day. Does that sound good?”
You moan as you feel his knee press your legs further open. You help him, lifting your leg to wrap around his hip. Jaemin moves both of your wrists to one hand, moving his free one to grip his shaft, putting his head at your entrance as he waits for your answer.
Nodding, you look up at him now that you can see his face again. “Yes, sir...I never want to leave. I want you all the time. God please...Jaemin.”
He smiles as you all but beg for him to thrust into you. He doesn’t keep you waiting, as he shifts and slides his cock into you slowly. A groan falling from his lips, that is silenced as his mouth hits your neck again. His free hand grips at your hip, as his hand on your wrists keeps them held tightly.
Moving his lips to your ear, he lowers his voice, speaking in whispers as his hips begin to move in a deep steady rhythm. “You feel so good...you’re perfect.”
You whine into a moan, feeling your skin chill as his voice vibrates against your ear, causing chill bumps to spread over your skin. You can’t help but to dig your heel into his hip, pulling him closer to you, as your hips rise to meet each of his thrusts. He was right, it felt so good. You could feel pressure building as he arched his hips and began to thrust harder, hitting you just right. “Jaemin...oh my god.”
A smirk on his lips, he loved hearing that desperation on your lips. God, he loved the way you sounded as your walls closed around him, your orgasm causing his thrusts to become all that more urgent. Jaemin groans loudly, before moving his lips back to yours, biting at your bottom lip to the point that it was throbbing softly into the kiss.
You hear a strained moan escape into the kiss as Jaemin cums into you, slowly coming to a stop to lay on top of you. His hand on your wrist releases your hands, which immediately move to grip at him, one finding his hair and pulling his face closer as you deepen the kiss. Your other hand scratches lightly at his waist, as his hips lazily thrust one last time.
After a moment, Jaemin slides from you and turns to lay on his back, looking up at the ceiling with a grin. You laugh softly to yourself, before turning to press a kiss to his chest, working soft kisses up to his lips, causing him to laugh in return as his hand slides over your back. “I really could get used to this, you know?”
You pull back from the kiss to look at him as he speaks. Shaking your head, you smile and run your fingers over his cheek, before kissing the tip of his nose. “I could too. I can tell you that I can’t wait to get to know you even better, and see where this goes, because no one else has had me this head over heels after making me sit around for 3 days.”
Jaemin laughs and closes his eyes, groaning, before running a hand over his face, knowing he wasn’t going to live down his 3 day rule. “I promise I will make it up to every single day if I have to.”
You smile and nod, “I’ll hold you to that promise.”
Jaemin grins and pushes your hair behind your ear, knowing he’d be happy to keep that promise if it was you.
[3:02pm] "I missed you." You muttered into Jisung's chest, arms wrapped tightly around his torso. Jisung had dropped his bag next to the front door when you ran up and hugged him, his arms now comfortably around your shoulders.
"I was only gone a few hours-" He trailed off, looking down at the top of your head.
"Mhm..." You hummed, urging him to continue. You shut your eyes, releving in the feeling of safety that came with him. Jisung sighed and rested his cheek against your head.
