how unbelievably pussy drunk jeong jaehyun gets. his element is truly with his fingers gripping around your inner thighs, spreading them open for him. and keeping them open too—even when you start squirming, back arching away from the bed sheets just to try and move in some way. your brows furrowed together in an overwhelming sensation of dizzying pleasure while jaehyun eats you out, breath exhaling out of his nose and mouth completely muffled against you, eyes glancing up to memorise and sear every micro-expression you make into his head forever.
it all started the first time you let him go down on you. he was already turned on seeing you completely bare in front of him, his hands groping your boobs like its the first time he’s ever seen them, just glancing between your expression and the way his fingers curl around the flesh. your hair sprawled out around you, him stood between your legs looking like he might eat all of you up whole. but when he finally lowered himself down to your wriggling hips, pressing gentle kisses onto your skin all the way from your jaw, down the soft plane of your stomach and the space where the waistband of your panties once was, his mouth fell open a little at how lewd you were acting already, stringing out breathy little moans of his name. it almost felt like his stomach was curling in on itself. the kind of feeling you get only when you’re still a virgin, when the amateur hormone overload betrays you.
but he still pushed through, for you. ignored the tent in his sweatpants. ignored the way his own breath quickened and his face started to flush with a warmth. he still buried himself between your legs, mouth parted, eyes a little wide. he didn’t have to do much for your hips to buck up instinctively against his face, your head lifting suddenly from the bed to look down at what exactly he’s doing to you, hands already reaching for his hair. only to be met with his eyes already glancing up at you, pupils blown, letting out a moan against your slick middle he didn’t even know he could make.
his boxers grew unbearably tight, painfully stretching over his length until he considered just pulling his trousers down in that very moment. but he wouldn’t. he couldn’t when his hands were already preoccupied, wrapped tightly around the back of your thighs, lifting your hips up towards his greedy mouth at the perfect angle. his wet lips consuming everything you can give him until it dribbled down his chin and made the tip of his nose glisten. he mirrored your moans without even realising, feeling his face get even hotter, his crotch almost numb as he desperately moaned for your release in a way he never thought he could.
even as he gazed up at you, through his dark lashes and past the curves of your breasts, at the small glimpses of your exposed throat as you tilt your head back in pleasure sent jolts of something unexplainable to his cock. and as he listened to the final gasp of his name, felt your fingers grip tighter onto his hair and the heels of your feet digging into his back a little harder he didn’t even realise it was happening.
he spluttered a mewl against you, his hands gripping onto your thighs even tighter, his hips jerking forward automatically into nothing as his cum shot into his boxers, leaking through onto his sweats and leaving a dark grey stain. his brows furrowed, lips unsealing from around you for a moment, just so he can inhale a sharp breath. and then let his face fall back down between your legs, his cheek resting softly against your inner thigh, both of you panting like the room doesn’t have enough oxygen.
“i came.” he breathed out against your skin through the aftershocks, before you could even say anything. he wasn’t embarrassed, he was just putting it out there. letting you know that you made him come without touching him. that the sheer overdrive of his five senses with you turned him on enough to make him come in his pants. and you tilted your head to look down at him, a small, lazy smile on your face. and when you sat up, he let you run a soft fingertip down the stain. let you commit it to memory the way jaehyun has you.
and now every time he eats you out, slips his fingers around the waistband of your panties, pulling them down with one strong tug, you ask him, “are you going to come this time?” and he lets out a quiet chuckle, lowering himself to press a tiny kiss to your cheek and whisper back to you, “no promises. do you want me to?”
Jaehyun texts plzzzz omg the mark one was hilarious
I SWEAR I HAVENT FORGOTTEN i got a spark of motivation🙏 i miss jaehyun you miss jaehyun nct misses jaehyun we all miss him so here are the jaehyun texts ive been promising!!! i miss this damn man so much its insane jaehyun come back king you shouldnt have enlisted
ALSO HOLY ASS THANK YOU FOR 141 followers this is so crazy🤭 i swear i WILL get back on my grind new posts soon😛
i love your jaehyun texts sm 1. it looks very realistic (the imessage layout) 2. your humor is so funny! its not forced or anything i just knoooow you got the whole squad laughing in the groupchat. pls keep it up ^^
ugggg😭 this had me wriggling my toes under my blanket wtfff. this is the kind of validation i LIVE FOR. thank u so muchh😽😽😽😽😽
warnings : just slight kissin , implied sex (mdni) im just yappin
────୨ৎ────
chivalry will never die as long as jaehyun is alive.
you realize this when jaehyun always makes sure he’s the one on the side of road when you take your walks together, the only time you touch your shopping bags is when you’re handing them to him to carry, and you’re not even sure of what the handle to his car door feels like anymore.
but you do however, remember what the back row passenger seats of his car feels like. it’s hard not to when every time you find yourselves in a secluded area, you’re climbing over the center console and into his lap. it’s reflex at this point.
he’s always so nice and softens the landing when youre placed onto his thighs. he runs his thumb against your bottom lip when he tells you to be careful pretty.
jaehyun puts his hand on the back of your head and he swears it’s just to protect you from hitting it against the ceiling, but you both know it’s how he’ll subtly deepen the kiss.
his lips are soft and warm. the sound of your lips meeting barely audible above the sound of the radio. small string of saliva conjoins you two together when he parts from you to move down your jaw. soft pecks down the column of your throat until he reaches right above the thumping beat your heart and sucks. he lets go with a loud smack before coming back up to the part he cherishes most. hands meeting the middle of your waist and moving to the small of your back.
you feel the coolness of the brown leather against your back when he lays you down. careful not to bump your head against the seatbelt buckle.
and jaehyun always moves with valiance. one knee on the outside of you and the other between your thighs as he takes his jacket off. he places it underneath your head as a pillow. he’s hovering over you again, caging you between his arms and brushing your hair off your cheeks. smiling at you with nothing but love in his eyes before he moves back down to finish his job.
he makes sure to take care of you, not just in the streets but in the sheets as well.
xiaojun's habit of showing off in front of you... he asks if you wanna touch it, feel how hard he worked out today, and you do, squeezing your hand around his bicep as he tenses up his muscles. it's cheesy, but it's enough to have your mind clouded with nothing but perverted thoughts of your boyfriend doing inexplicable things to you. "wanna feel it around your neck?" he asks, knowing pertinently what you want and he's satisfied when you dumbly nod your head in response.
you almost pass out, but you don't want him to stop one second, your drooling pussy hugging his cock tightly, sucking him in. he flexes his bicep and his bulging muscles cut off your air flows, your hands gripping his arm, nails digging into his skin. "so pretty, so dumb," xiaojun whispers to you, his sweaty chest sticking to your back, leaving no space between your two bodies.
"j-jun-nie," you manage to croak out, on the verge of losing consciousness. xiaojun then realizes, unclenching his arm from around your poor, slender neck. long red trails puff out on his skin where you've been clawing at him with your nails, his pride growing as he sees your marks on him, proof of your helplessness.
you gasp for air, a little dizzy, but everything feels ten times better—especially the way his cock slides between your walls, bullying himself inside of you, squelching noises escaping your pussy every time he bottoms out. xiaojun knows it, he can feel it how eager you are for him, so wet and warm, the perfect home for his engorged cock.
"dummy, can't think for herself, mmh?" he mocks, a small grin playing on his lips, brushing over the shell of your ear. his back is draped in sweat, as well as his forehead, his bangs sticking to it. he loves how your skin stick to his, how it makes his thrusts rougher, hips snapping against your ass. "it's okay, baby. just keep squeezing my cock like the little slut that you are, yeah? you know how to do that well, don't you?"
you moan, and he takes that as a yes, clenching his arm once again. it's not enough to prevent the air from entering your lungs, but little goes in, xiaojun near choking you. you babble out words he doesn't really catch on, only deciphering 'junnie' and 'please', your breasts bouncing up and down as he keeps pounding into you.
you look stupid, a brainless mess, but he loves you the best like that. his dumb little girlfriend taking his cock like a good girl, pretty eyes rolling back into your skull as he tightens his bicep a little more around you. the bruises on your neck are going to be beautiful tomorrow, like a piece of art decorating your skin. he already thrills at the thought of it.
"so wet, fuck," he groans, "you're just a painslut, aren't you? you like it so much..." xiaojun knows he's right, and you know it, too—it would be foolish to deny it when you're drooling all over him, eyes glossy and tearful, pussy refusing to let him go. you can't respond, but your whines are very much telling.
but you're not the only one getting off to it; it's obvious that xiaojun loves to have you in this position, his arm circling your neck, locking you in place defenceless under him. how could he not love it when you're always soaking wet, whining and crying, begging for you don't even know what, but you need it.
i need to talk about how jisung loves a shy gf… ufhhh so cute yes this has nsfw rambles
thinking about how jisung is into shy girls because he thinks it’s cute when you’re shyer than he is. something about being needed feeds his confidence, a sweet feeling of being able to take care of you? he can almost feel his face about to burst into flames when you shy behind him, hidden by his broad shoulders and tall frame, it’s too cute. and his friends can laugh at him for being so protective, but jisung can’t help it, ‘cause he just wants to take care of you, love making him so crazy for you, isn’t it? having a shy gf means he doesn’t have to share you at all, keeping all of you to himself. the way you’re only willing to open up to him, your genuine smiles and excitement only for him to see. jisung never wanting to let go of your hand, he loves the feeling so much, only topped by how clingy you are once you’re alone together, always wanting to be with him but too shy to show that part of yourself until he can coax it out of you, bit by bit until you’re inseparable.
burying your face into his chest when he blushes and says he loves you, it’s so cute how neither of you can say the 8 letters that mean so much. actions over words? jisung being addicted to the feeling of being the only one who can really see you, effortlessly gathering up your wrists in one of his hands when you try to hide, but he’s 8 inches deep in your pussy, there’s nothing to hide. needing to be praised by you, tell him everything cause he loves it knowing he’s taking care of you, pretty boy who wants you to look at him when your lips are wrapped ‘round his cock, such a turn on when he has to hold your chin to make you keep eye contact because it’s too much for your shy self. please, jisung’s going to cum in seconds if he can convince you to ride him, something about his shy gf being on top? god. and jisung is such a clingy love bug after sex, always wanting to cockwarm or cuddle and praise you for doing so well for him, cause he’s the only one who knows all your sexual secrets.
and don’t even get me started on how lovesick jisung is for when you’re shy the morning after. he is so unbelievably down bad
this is so incoherent okay now i need to write my yandere jisung thoughts byeeee
content: fluff, handsy (?), not proofread (lmk if u find any mistakes!), gn reader
johnny
waist. would def want to make you feel secure, especially when you're with him. if he can't keep you close to him with his arm fully around your waist, he'd at LEAST make sure it was on your lower back. he wants to give you the reassurance that he's always there and not gonna let go, which also gives off confidence.
taeyong
palm to palm. your hands would fit perfectly together, like a puzzle piece. i would say taeyong would have a more extravagant gesture when it comes to his hand placements, but he likes the silent understanding of your connection and the grounding that comes with your palms pressed together, no matter where you are.
yuta
thigh/knee. i think this is a more intimate one, and one that yuta would definitely do. he wouldn't even do this on purpose, it just happens to be where his hands drift when you guys are together, where it feels the most comfortable. he likes the warmth of your skin on his and knows that you do too. he likes to tap his fingers against your skin playfully when he's bored, not even aware of it. you've grown to not acknowledge it as much either, it being a casual thing now.
doyoung
pinkies intertwined. i think that when you guys arent in public for everyone to see, he would definitely want your fingers intertwined, but just feeling each others presence with the closeness of two fingers is enough for him. just to know he's there. he would take your pinkie in his when he knows you're in situations where you're anxious, or if you guys were sitting down or waiting in line together, a promising connection.
jaehyun
your hand around his arm. i feel like jaehyuns arms would sort of act as your arm rest? being so close to him as his body radiates heat for the both of you gives you a sense of comfort and closeness knowing he won't go anywhere. i think he would like when you get tired and rest your head on his bicep as well, knowing that you feel comfy enough to do that.
jungwoo
around the back of your neck. ifykwim? around your neck and holding onto your hand that moves up to him, liking the feeling of your body sinking into his as his frame stand behind you. he loves coming up to you and just throwing his arm around your shoulders, holding you close to him. although casual, when you interlace fingers, you feel his thumb run over the back of your hand making you feel warm and secure.
mark
interlaced fingers. i just feel like this fits mark so well..romantic and traditional. dragging u along with him (or vice versa), but never letting go of each other. casually slipping his hand into yours, you can feel the affection he radiates. he loves interlacing your fingers because he thinks that it keeps you guys even closer, and you don't complain.
haechan
everywhere and anywhere. he'll honestly switch it up depending on his mood or the day. i feel like he would be really playful in a relationship and you would never know where his hands would go when you guys go out. romcom haechan putting his hand in your back jean pocket..around your waist..around your wrist..you never know, and he loves that.
a/n: thanks for reading!! its been a whileee lol..hopefully im back for a bit :3 gonna go work on some dreamie drafts!
hello!!! just reposting my nct masterlist because i feel like it has some breadth to it now. also ive gained followers since that silly happy trail drabble i need to let all of you know that i do have some better posts lmfaoo.
also also! please feel free to send me requests!!! im literally on my knees begging right now. 🧎♀️ i have the worst writers block everrr.
summary , bf!jeong jaehyun has stabbed you in the back a million times….by shaving his happy trail :>
notes , this is so silly sorry lolol
you didn’t even notice it when he fell back onto the couch, spreading his legs wide and taking up most of the space, arms stretching out over the pillows. its only until he watches you balance on the edge of the coffee table, teetering on the edge, tiptoeing to try and reach the flickering light bulb thats been annoying you for the past week that he stands up again, wrapping his fingers around your waist to keep you steady. he lets out a small laugh and your brows furrow, scowling at him from above. “you do this then.” your lips press together into a pout, pushing his shoulders gently.
he takes the lightbulb from your hands, a small smile on his lips, arms coming up to unscrew the faulty lightbulb, his shirt riding up to expose a sliver of his midriff that you take a step back just to glance down at.
“what the hell?”
his eyes run down to your frame, your tense shoulders and wide eyes that depict a shock on your face that he has never quite seen before. you could fall down to your knees, face planted against the ground in pure agony. jaehyun almost looks a little worried.
”what’s wrong?”
”what…have you done.” you yelp, hands reaching for the bottom of his shirt, fingers curling around it to pull it up a little more. finally seeing the smooth skin of his lower midriff, a small sob escapes your mouth and jaehyun can’t stop his lips from curling up into a small smile. he doesn’t even try to stop you when your hands pull down at the waistband of his boxers, running a soft fingertip down the line where his happy trail used to be, in all it’s glory, all for you to admire.
gently, he pats the top of your head with a splayed out hand, fingers coming to ruffle strands of your hair. he doesn’t get it, but he’ll comfort you anyway.
you pull your hands out of his pants, stepping off the coffee table and throwing yourself back on the couch, pinching your nose bridge in genuine stress. “who did this to you?” you murmur, looking up at jaehyun, eyes narrowing. jaehyun thinks you are being awfully dramatic, he cant suppress the genuine chuckle that leaves his mouth, bending down to run a hand down your side, trying to ease the situation, “it was for a shoot.”
you let out another wince, squeezing your eyes shut. this might be the worst thing that has happened to you—ever. your boyfriend, unaware of how much this is affecting you, sits beside you, lifting your legs up to rest them on his lap, caressing his hands up and down them with a light touch. “it’ll grow back.” he scoffs. he can’t tell whether you’re being serious…he didn’t know you liked his happy trail this much.
his hands reach out to your waist, pulling your limp, defeated body up into his lap, cupping your cheeks. all he can do is press tender kisses to the corners of your frowning mouth, finding it terribly cute, trying to hide his smile as you whine against his skin, “bring it back…” your words are muffled against him and he hums against your lips, continuing to shower your parted mouth with small pecks.
“give me a couple weeks.” jaehyun chirps, finding his heart a little warmed, in an oddly affectionate way. you glance down, hands reaching to lift his shirt up once more, just to make sure it’s really gone while his hands rub up and down your thighs.
“i’ll make it up to you until then. i promise.” he croons, and the effort you have put into dragging the corners of your lips down is all for nothing. the betrayal you’re feeling dissipating into giddiness as jaehyun’s hands lay you down over the couch cushions, the palms of his hands cupped around your knees, hovering above you with an amused, dimpled smile on his face...
notes: omgg i havent posted for so long:( guys uni is not for the weak…but the idea that jaehyun is actually just a weirdo when in a relationship has been plaguing my mind i had to do something about it…anyway im hoping to start cooking up a longer fic soon because we are currently in a shortage of jaehyun fics :3
idol jaehyun x reader , established relationship , jae is the best bf ever , inspo from his song unconditional cause that songs insane. , grinding , tit play , vaginal juice mentions , jaehyun is a romantic , pussy eating , face riding kinda , no form of penetration , kissing pussy juice covered jaehyun , for my beautiful birthday anon !
“happy birthday to my pretty baby.”
he brushed a stray hair away from your face, a wide smile on his face.
“you didn’t have to do all this jae, really.”
you sat cross legged on your shared bed, rose petals adorning the sheets and the floor. the room was dimly lit, only a few candles casting shadows on the walls. you were surrounded by floating balloons and bags of presents, prada printed neatly in the front of each bag.
he raised an eyebrow in confusion, his lips turning down in a frown,
“all of what? this is nothing, trust me.”
“jae-”
he cut you off with a kiss, his hands pulling you into his lap,
“stop that. this is nothing compared to what you deserve. let me spoil you baby. just this once?”
you sigh against his chest, hands coming up to cup his face,
“jae, you say this everytime. and then do the exact same thing for every holiday.”
he lets out a nervous laugh, fingers playing with the hem of your shirt,
“but why wouldn’t i spoil you for thanksgiving? im supposed to give thanks to what im grateful for.”
you smiled as you leaned in for a soft kiss, your lips melting against his. his hands reached under your shirt, cold fingers tickling your skin.
“promise me no more gifts?”
he pouted slightly, a small grin peeking through,
“you know i don’t make promises i can’t keep.”
“but jaehy- oh”
he gripped your hips tightly, rocking you against his growing length,
“hm? tell me why i can’t spoil my girl.”
you let out a soft moan, forehead falling against jaehyun’s shoulder. his breath was soft against your ear,
“tell me you don’t want me to spoil you and i’ll stop.”
your hands gripped his arms, hips grinding against his bulge,
“please-”
he planted a light kiss against your ear, hands stopping you in place,
“please what angel? hm? what do you want?”
you blushed against his shoulder, voice soft and weak,
“want yo- need you jae, please.”
he chuckled softly, hands cupping your face to turn your gaze towards his,
“that wasn’t so hard right?”
he planted a kiss to your cheek, and then another to the corner of your mouth, and finally a light peck on your lips. you chased after his lips, a small whine resonating in your chest.
“seems like it didn’t take much convincing, huh baby?”
he chuckled as he pecked your cheeks, softly jutting his hips up against your core. you steadied yourself on his shoulders, hips moving against his, soft moans being shared between you two.
his hands came up to pull your shirt off, cold air making your nipples perk up,
“fuck baby, feels like it’s my birthday.”
you giggled as he stuffed his face in between your breasts inhaling loudly,
“you’re so damn sweet, can’t get enough of you.”
he kissed your exposed skin, light bite marks forming on your breasts. his tongue was smooth around your nipple, swirling the bud in his mouth before sucking gently. you gripped his hair softly, arching into his touch,
he detached from your breast with a soft pop, lips shiny and plump,
“lay back baby, let me see you.”
you laid back, rose petals grazing your skin. he reached for your shorts, helping you wiggle them off.
you laid there, only your panties covering your body. jaehyun kneeled in between your legs looking down at you. your hair was a mess against the silk sheets, roses surrounding your figure. your chest rose and fell with each breath, soft hands coming to lay on your tummy.
“you’re so beautiful baby, oh my god. i’m the luckiest man in the universe.”
you brought your hands up to hide your face, feeling shy at his words. you felt a kiss against your hands, your fingers opening to peek at the man above you. he laughed softly, hands coming down to move yours.
“need to see you while i eat this pussy baby.”
you moaned out as his fingers ran along you core, panties creating friction against your clit. he slipped his hand under the fabric, swirling his fingers in your juices,
“so wet princess, this all for me hm?”
you nodded quickly hands coming down to grip at his wrist,
“yes jae, all for you.”
your voice was breathless, stomach tense as jaehyun slid his fingers along your clit, rubbing slow circles around the sensitive bud. you gasped as you felt his lips on your breasts again, wet kisses heating your skin.
he trailed his lips downward placing kisses around your tummy before landing on your core. you were propped on your elbows watching his every move. he had removed his hands from your panties, your juices soaking the fabric.
you bit your lip as you watched him plant a kiss against your heat, a small smirk on his lips as you lifted your hips to chase his mouth,
“so desperate baby, want my mouth that bad?”
he chuckled at your soft mhm need it, deciding not to tease you any longer. he moved you panties to the slide, watching as your juices dripped past your folds.
he shut his eyes as he licked a stripe up your cunt, a satisfied groan leaving his mouth,
“so fucking sweet jesus, could eat this pussy everyday, fuck.”
he didn’t waste time diving back in, lips wrapping around you clit and sucking roughly. your fingers gripped his hair tightly holding him in place as you rode his face gently. he chuckled into your core, sticking his tongue out so you could use him.
“fuck jae, oh my- so good fuck.”
he flicked his tongue with the rhythm of your hips, hands coming to hold your thighs for support.
you don’t think you’ve ever seen jaehyun this hot. his long blonde hair between your fingers, cheeks flushed, fingers digging into your thighs, his eyes desperate for something.
you moaned loudly a light sparking in jaehyun’s eyes,
“wanna cum jae, wanna cum on your tongue, please.”
he nodded against your cunt his mhm mhm vibrating against your core only pushing you closer. you shut your eyes focusing on the feeling of his tongue, small jolts of pleasure being sent through your body.
you let out a little groan as he replaced his tongue with his fingers, quickly rubbing them against your clit as he came close to your face,
“want you to come on my fingers baby, come on angel you can do it hm?”
you nodded into his kiss, tasting yourself on him.
“oh my- jae, jaehyun i’m oh!”
your head ached at the force you squeezed your eyes shut, hips lifting off the bed, toes curled as you grabbed onto jaehyun’s wrist. his movements slowed as you began to whine, hips inching away from his finger.
“that’s right baby, did so good for me, so good.”
he brushed your sweaty hair back planting a kiss on your forehead, a small chuckle leaving his lips,
summary , jeong jaehyun can't seem to take a compliment about his stroke game...
jaehyun thinks that one of the times that you look your most beautiful is right after the two of you have just had sex. you’re a complete mess, in a good way, your hair is disheveled, and the hot steam from the shower makes it that bit frizzier. your cheeks are going to be a flushed pink colour until the next morning when you wake up, and your lips feel a tad softer with the reminiscent thought that jaehyun was right there only moments ago.
he peeks his head from behind the bathroom door, placing his toothbrush into the little cup that you balance on your sink and shuffling towards you in the obnoxiously fluffy slippers that you bought for yourself, conveniently in his size.
“look at my girlfriend…” jaehyun hums, looking down at your limp body on the bed that is covered barely with his shirt. he leans down over the bed, running his hands down your sides gently, “why do you look so tired?” he jokes, falling into the space next to you, head hitting the pillow and damp hair being thrown across his face.
look at him, thinking he’s so smug. he thinks his subtle bragging goes unnoticed, and it makes you want to take him down a notch. you pull yourself up to his ear, pressing your warm face against his, “its because my boyfriend is so good to me.” you mumble into his ear and immediately jaehyun is frozen still. it’s only until you pull away to look at his face, ears and cheeks red, smiling from ear to ear that he huffs, “why would you say that?” he hides his face in the crook of your neck in embarrassment.
his lips pout to leave small kisses on your skin that try to conceal his utter joy mixed with the feeling in stomach that makes him want to make you feel good all over again. honestly, he could start jumping up and down on the bed, or break out into dance to get his emotions out and stop him from asking you to keep repeating that in your smooth voice a hundred more times.
the look on your face is amused, and he pulls away with a sulking face as soon as he realises, hitting his head against the pillow and looking up at the ceiling to avoid eye contact; but even the shadows that dance across it mimic the way your lips moved when you whispered out to him. “what? what did i say?” you thrum, and he just groans out, furrowing his brows and looking away.
“i can’t say that my jaehyun makes me feel sooo nice?” you breathe out a laugh and he groans again even louder, grabbing the pillow from underneath his head and smothering his face with it to stop his breathing before it gets out control and he explodes out of happiness.
your hand reaches for the pillow covering his whole head and he doesn’t fight when you take it away from his hot face because he’ll succumb to anything your heart desires. he’s still sulking, bottom lip even pouted out a little bit. “you need to learn to take a compliment.” you say, pressing a finger into the exact spot on his cheek where his dimple is, and it appears suddenly because he really cant control himself. “i can take compliments, just not when they’re about that.” he tries to sound serious behind his massive smile.
you scoff, “then how are you supposed to know if you’re doing well?”
he just shrugs. “you tell me in the moment, doing it after feels wrong.” he says, but what he means is that having a post-sex debrief riles him up enough to undo the shower he’s just had, and flashes images in his mind that he saves only for when he misses you. his face turns to take a quick look at yours, and to see the smile on your face that feels almost deliberately evil.
“well i want to tell you now.”
jaehyun shakes his head but it just spurs you on further, “i want to say now that it always feels super good.” the palms of your hands run around the curve of his shoulders and his nose scrunches. you lean back into him to cup his cheeks and see him try and fight a smile, “and your face always looks super cute during it.” you squish his cheeks and he muffles out an unintelligible grumble.
never in your life have you seen him so worked-up. “you’re voice is so nice too.” you nod and he groans out. “just like that.”
“stop.” he groans again, bothered by the smirk on your lips that looks annoyingly good on your face, unsure whether he’s desperately asking you to stop or the blood in his veins that is rapidly pumping away from his face and into something else now.
jaehyun strokes through your hair calmly to distract himself from the thoughts that cloud his head but your slick tongue never knows when to stop.
“and i want to say i wanna do it again.”
you shriek loudly when his hands reach out to grab your waist, pulling you across the bed and into his torso, reaching for you like they have been waiting to be this greedy. his lips immediately at your jaw again and working their way down to your collarbones as you giggle out, arms wrapping around his neck. he doesn’t stop when you laugh breathlessly, trying to push him off you—giving you a taste of your own medicine. “stop saying things like that.” he strums with a grin, pressing a kiss across your giggling mouth in between every word until you give in and lay back weakly. to shut you up and stop this from going too far, because water bills are pricey and because the both of you have to be up early tomorrow.
note: first!! ever!!! jaehyun fic!!! he might be a lil ooc lol. also i would like to dedicate this one to my bae @ch3rryd0ll for dragging me into the fandom ily forever <3
Inspired by a video of Mark saying that to make Jaehyun feel better, just poke his dimple with your finger.
The smell of Jaehyun’s cologne tells you he’s home, aside from the hushed pitter-patter of his footsteps against the wooden floor. You look up from your book, watching as he enters the room. His mannerisms tell you everything you need to know — he did not have a good day.
Silently, you watch as he shrugs off his coat, tossing it onto a chair before taking off his socks. It’s not until you clear your throat that he acknowledges your presence — a small smile on his face, yet the stress in his eyes still apparent.
“Hi babe,” he mutters, to which you reply with a “hey.”
The conversation ends there, as Jaehyun disappears into the bathroom. You continue to read your book — or at least attempt to, your mind still occupied with what could’ve happened to your boyfriend, and the ways in which you could comfort him. The sound of water splashing becomes your white noise, along with the occasional sounds of Jaehyun rummaging around. The smell of his coconut shampoo (technically yours, he has a habit of using your products) leaks into the bedroom, and you smile. You’ve missed his presence all day, and you couldn’t help but bask in it, albeit it’s merely in the form of his scent.
Soon after, Jaehyun comes out of the bathroom, a towel loosely hanging around his waist, raven hair wet and messy. Once again, he silently goes around the room, putting on a pair of grey sweatpants and drying his hair before getting in the bed with you.
With Jaehyun finally beside you, messy-haired and so damn kissable, the bedroom walls finally feel like home again.
“Rough day?” you whisper, dog-earing a page before setting your book on the nightstand, “So pouty.”
“Mm,” he hums, his pout intensifying at your comment, “Missed you.”
You chuckle, letting him cuddle into your side and place his chin on your shoulder. He’s talking less than usual, but you thank God he’s at least still clingy.
“Missed you too,” you reply, pulling up the duvet to cover the both of you.
Gently, you trace a hand up and down his chest, in an attempt to soothe him. The pout on his face remains. You could practically see his brain still racking, stressing.
“Want to talk about it, baby?” you question, pushing his hair back. A small sigh escapes your lips when he shakes his head.
“Talking about it could make you feel better,” you try again, rubbing a hand on his temple. Again, he shakes his head.
“You sure?” you try again. This time, you poke his dimple, smiling to yourself.
Just like that, Jaehyun gives in to you. His pout turns into a small smile, growing wider as you continuously poke his dimple. Soon, he lets out small laughter, tilting his face away from you, as though to shy away.
“You’re so cute,” you giggle, running a hand on his side, the other still poking on his cheek, “So fucking cute.”
“That’s all you,” he chuckles, meeting your gaze. This time, he genuinely smiles. One that makes his dimples deeper, and his eyes crinkle. “I was stressed, but you just made it all better.”
It’s your turn to smile wide, “Okay, I’m glad. You can talk to me every time you’re having a hard time, y’know?”
Jaehyun nods, wrapping an arm around your waist to pull you closer. You’re now laying chest to chest, his heart thumping against yours. Tenderly, he places a kiss on your forehead, then your lips.
how comforting jaehyun would be when you come home drunk from a night out with friends.
he would be sleeping at first, not hearing you click open the door and stumble into the living room, throwing off your shoes. its only until you call out his name into the darkness of your room that he would stir in his sleep, whispering your name out to you. and when you would slide into bed and mumble drunken thoughts he would wake up, reaching a hand out to stroke your disheveled hair.
“are you drunk?” he would ask even though he knew the answer, and you would try to deny it out of instinct, but he’s able to see right through you. he nods, caressing your alcohol flushed cheeks. and he would make himself get up, even in the midst of the deepest sleeps he’s had just to take care of you.
to get you some water from the kitchen, sleepily pouring it out the jug with weak hands; making sure you drink it all, holding the glass up to you and swiping a finger over your mouth to dry you of the left over droplets.
you would sprawl yourself out on the bed, still dressed up in your clothes and claim that you were “too tired” to change, but when jaehyun would walk towards your closet to grab a t-shirt for you to sleep in suddenly he would find you right next to him again, wrapping your arms around him and leaning your head against his bicep. he would pat the top of your head to savour the moment, knowing how embarrassed you’ll get the morning after for no reason. and when your arms would become too heavy to change yourself he would take his hand and wrap it around your wrists, lifting them up for you and removing your clothes. then guiding them through the arm holes of your t-shirt.
you would still be attached to him when he takes you into the bathroom, helping you sit on the toilet lid while he turns around to grab some makeup wipes from the cabinet, so he can stroke the makeup off your face with a cold touch, moving so gently that you wouldn’t have been able to notice he was doing so if you hadn’t opened your drunken eyes and see his sleepy, focused face. whether there was or wasn’t alcohol running through your bloodstream, you still wouldn’t be able to resist leaning forward with pouted lips and smooch him on what you think are his lips, but in actuality is the side of his face.
after all that, he would tuck you into your bed and watch you fall asleep in an instant, as if you were the one dragging around a grown adult the whole time. but when he lies on his side of the bed and sees your content face he would pepper kisses all over it, even if you couldn’t feel them, and whisper a small goodnight.
ellievsbear
blakekathryn
theartofmadeline
dededos
andulkaphoto
