cw: smut, dubcon (drunk!afab!you x predator!jaehyun).
a/n: this is strictly my own dark fantasy. i'm not condoning this in reality.
summary: your friends left you in the care of goody-two shoes jaehyun, thinking you'd be safe with him. you're weren't.
word count: 2k
i want to fuck her so bad.
jaehyun’s eyes trail across your body, searing each minute detail into his mind: your pink lips so plump and full, the curve of your waist leading down to your full ass, and the sight of your white lacey panties peaking out from under your hiked-up skirt.
he reminds himself of why you’re even in his bed. your friends had entrusted you to him at a party only because he is the always-responsible, honest and reliable, stand-up student council president. he’s the guy that everyone trusts. i’m a good guy. i’m a good guy. i’m a good guy.
but it who was he kidding? nothing about this situation speaks to his good nature. not his aching dick tenting up his pants, nor the explicit thoughts running through his mind.
i’m a good guy.
“heeeeeelloooooo,” you said before a half-hiccup-half-burp.
“i’m right here,” he replies.
“jaehyunnnnnnnn,” you giggle, “what are – hic – what are you doing hereeeeee?”
jaehyun reins in his thoughts of how you’re so completely out of it that you’d wouldn’t even remember anything if he were to do anything.
“you’re in my room,” he finally musters, “you’ve had a little too much to drink.”
“oh,” is all you say.
i’m a good guy.
that last reminder is rendered useless when you, in your drunken state, decides to make yourself more comfortable by spreading your legs wide open, not the least aware of the predator lurking just a few feet away.
his brain shortcircuits when he sees, between your parted legs, your panties, so thin that he can almost make out the outline of your pussy. the last shred of self-control jaehyun had evaporates.
fuck it.
he sits himself down at the foot of his bed and lifts your skirt over your torso. his hand shakes as it approaches your clothed pussy.
you can still turn around. you still haven’t technically done anything.
when his fingers finally make contact with your pussy, he swears he feels a jolt of electricity going straight down to his dick. no turning back now. his index and middle fingers move in circles—careful at first, then settling into a steady rhythm around your clit.
you don’t react immediately and it lulls jaehyun into a false sense of security. he almost jumps when you speak.
“jae – hic –hyun? wh… what are you doing?”
it takes a moment for jaehyun to steel his nerves. he tries to ignore your question, unsure how or what to answer. it’s his first time doing… this. what was he supposed to reply to you.
“s-stop… it feels – hic – weird.”
this time he’s sure he can’t just pretend you didn’t say anything. his brain rummages through an appropriate response.
coercion’s the only thing that comes to mind. “shhh, just… just enjoy this, yeah? i’ll make you feel real good.”
you don’t answer.
his fingers continue moving against your clit, but it doesn’t take long for your next protest to come.
“s-stop… it feels…” you trail off.
“good right?” jaehyun finishes your sentence. “this feels nice?”
“mmh,” you hum back.
“yeah? you like this? like it when i do…” he says, trailing his fingers down your slit with pressure, “this?”
the wet patch in your panties spread and jaehyun can’t believe his eyes. you’re actually getting turned on by his touch. if he is a pervert, he wagers that you’re one too. fucking slut.
you gasp at his touch, then shake your head, “nooooo. i –hic– just now…”
jaehyun doesn’t need to be told twice; his fingers return quickly to your swollen clit. he likes it that you’re honest.
i need to fuck her brains out.
your soft gasps melting into whines and moans bolsters his ego and encourages him in this endeavour. he leans down against your panties and his tongue licks a strip down your slit, ending at your clit. the taste of you through your panties whets his appetite.
when he finally pulls off your panties, he’s shocked at how fucking drenched you are. he presses his face flush with your pussy and swirls his tongue around your clit. your thighs tremble at his touch. whimpers and incoherent thoughts fall out of your lips.
“baby girl, you taste so fucking sweet,” he murmurs against you before dipping his tongue back into you.
your hips buck as you squirm against him. your hands reach out to grab something, anything, only able to reach the sheets besides you. jaehyun can tell that you’re close. something evil glints in his eyes.
“use your words baby girl,” he coos.
he watches from between your legs. your eyes, half-lidded, lips parted and drool spilling over. you look so completely fucked out and he hasn’t done much.
you whine, head spinning too much to string together a coherent thought. all you want is his touch on you.
“use your words,” he says, this time a little more stern.
“w’na… i want… come,” you manage and he smiles like he’s just won a millionaire dollars.
“good girl. good girls get rewarded.”
his lips connect with your core again, this time with a renewed passion: he wants to watch you, taste you, as you fall apart on his tongue. it doesn’t take long for that to happen. your voice reaches a higher pitch, your back arches further into the bed and your entire body tenses.
“coming! coming!” your voice strains.
still jaehyun doesn’t let up. his fingers dig into your hips holding you against his face and preventing you from wriggling out of his grip. even as your hands carelessly swats at his face, trying to push him off, his tongue continues as he wrings out your orgasm.
you get a brief respite when he finally removes himself from between your legs but it’s short-lived. jaehyun’s quick to replace his tongue with two fingers, burying them deep in you.
your body jolts at the sudden intrusion.
“look at you, so… so wet for me. aren’t you a little pervert? getting off to me doing this to you?”
blood rushes to your cheeks and the tops of your ears. you want to protest him, but can’t find the words in your brain – half clouded by the haze of your intense orgasm, half by the alcohol. instead, you find yourself just shaking your head.
he laughs at your measly attempt.
“are you sure?” he says with a false incredulity. “just listen to how wet you are.”
his fingers thrust into your cunt with a greater force, amplifying the sloshing between your legs. even as drunk as you were, you still flush with embarrassment.
“you’re such a good slut for me, aren’t you? so wet and needy,” his tone is condescending, “if i didn’t know any better, i’d think you wanted this.”
you want to fight back at his last sentence, scream at the top of your lungs that it’s not true. you want to defend yourself. but all your stupid mind could think about was how good his fingers fucking you felt.
“n-no…” is all you say. you’re sure it came out as self-assured and defending. yet all jaehyun heard is a soft careless mumble. he would have missed it, if he hadn’t been paying attention.
“no?” he repeats, “oh sweet baby, my sweet dumb baby. how can you say no when you’re clenching so tightly around me? bet you wished this was my cock instead right?”
your mind is hazy and you can’t think straight. you try and try. but all you can think about it pleasure twisting inside of you. you feel it building up, tightening and tightening and you know it’s about to explode. you can’t even remember what was it that you wanted to say.
tears well in your eyes as your whines and whimpers turn into a loud mewl when your orgasm comes crashing down on you. the immense tension all at once releases and your body jolts through every wave of ecstasy crashing through you.
“fuck, didn’t know that my sweet little slut could squirt so much.”
squirt? you’re sure that you’ve never done that before. jaehyun’s fingers leave you and you almost let out a whine at the emptiness between your legs.
in all of jaehyun’s eagerness, he doesn’t bother actually pulling down his boxers or jeans. instead, he just releases his aching, leaking cock from his pants and lines it up with her drenched hole.
you can still turn back.
with a thrust of his hips, he buries himself, and any semblance of rationality, deep within you.
(and really, jaehyun reasons, it’s your fault. you shouldn’t have made such delicious sounds. you shouldn’t have made it so easy. you should have said no, kick him away. but there you lie, halfway asleep, halfway enjoying his touch. which idiot would turn this opportunity away?)
“you’re so fucking… perfect,” he groans, his voice is guttural, rough like concrete. like it’s taking everything in him to not turn into a feral dog, “you’re like my own personal cum dumpster.”
you try to shake your head in protest.
“say it, baby girl. say ‘i’m’...” jaehyun waits for you to repeat after him.
“i-i…”
“i’m,” he repeats again, “my dumb, dumb slut. i know you can do it.”
“i’m,” you say, partly to prove that you’re not dumb like he says; you can still say words. surely that must mean you’re not completely dumb, right?
“your,” jaehyun continues.
“your.”
“cumdumpster.”
“c-c…” this time the words are stuck in your throat as humiliation washes over you.
“my pretty pretty little thing, you can do it,” jaehyun goads in a sickeningly sweet voice.
you swallow, mind hazy from relishing in his praises. “cumdumpster,” you repeat.
he laughs, as he starts moving his hips. whatever words that you could’ve said melts into drawn out whimpers and whines. each thrust gets progressively more impatient. he fucks you like a child opening presents on christmas day: eager and excited.
“fuck, you make me feel like a complete virgin.”
his comment may have made you feel something, if you weren’t so completely dazed. you could focus on all but one thing: the pleasure between your legs. your hips buck against his, angling them so that he hits the spot. and when he does, a long string of incomprehensible words tumble out your lips. for that, you’re awarded with his hand around your throat.
“baby girl’s so fucking dumb she can’t speak properly,” he taunts, “since you can’t say anything that makes sense, then just shut up.”
his grip tightens against the sides of your neck. he cuts off the oxygen and chokes down any sounds back into your throat.
“woah,” a smirk creeps across his face, “you like being choked, don’t you?”
he leans down right beside your ear and whispers like it’s a secret, “your cunt got so fucking tight. slut.”
his words shouldn’t send chills down your spine, but they do.
he starts thrusting into you again, rougher this time. you want to tell him to stop, you want to tell him that you can’t breathe, you want to tell him that he’s hurting your neck. but no words form, though you’re not sure if it’s the orgasm, alcohol or lack of oxygen that’s causing it. it hurts. it hurts. it hurts.
still, it feels like your body betrays you when your orgasm nearly tears you apart. no words or sound form, even when his hand leaves your neck. you heave and draw in the oxygen that your lungs yearned. you’re sure if he had choked you for a second longer, you would have passed out.
he doesn’t give you time to breath or bask in the afterglow, instead choosing to continue his tirade against your uterus. each thrust prolongs your orgasm just a bit more, until your cunt’s so sensitive that each thrust brings fresh tears into your eyes.
“oh-fuck me,” he groans as he frantically pulls himself out of you. his hand jerks his cock a few time before the searing ropes of white cum cover your inner thighs.
the last thing you hear before passing out from sheer exhaustion is jaehyun’s voice whispering in your ear, “good night my pretty slut.”
(a/n: in reply to this comment. content warning: drunk sex, please skip if it's not your cup of tea!!!!)
normally, you wouldn't have invited nerd!jaehyun to parties.
first of all, you would not publicly associate with him – not that he would either. y'all belong in different social strata and it's hard for him to mix with your friends, vice versa. not classist/elitist, just practical reasons.
secondly, it's not like you guys are close enough for you to invite him. he's just your calculus tutor (goddamned calculus) and you're just one of his many tutees (that just happened to have dry humped once).
but you wanted to see him drunk. if he's repressed from all the studying that he has been doing, surely with the help of some alcohol, he'll be... entertaining to say the least.
and you'd be right, kinda.
it feels like deja vu when you find jaehyun rutting his hips needily against your damp panties, again. except this time, it seems that alcohol makes him more sensitive to every touch and sensation.
his cheeks are flushed and his half-hooded eyes are filled with tears. he whines loudly and for once you're grateful for the shitty house party music that drowns out his voice.
"fuuuuck," jaehyun cries out as he buries his face into your neck, "babe i-i waant you. now. please. pleasepleaseplease."
at first, you take his words as a drunken man's ramble but when you don't do anything, he looks up at you with the most desperate pout, "i neeeeed you to fuck me. fuck me sooo good, yeah?"
you don't need to be told a third time.
you're quick to pull out his cock before sliding it into your wet cunt. this has him throwing his head back as fresh tears spring into his eyes. his (surprisingly) large hands are quick to hold your hips down, preventing you from moving.
"waittttt, fuck! don'tmove, i'm g'na cum," his voice is strained and you could almost hear the effort he's putting to not bust from one single stroke.
it takes him a moment to get used to feeling of your tight pussy clenching down on his cock but soon enough, he allows you to move against him.
you start slow, loving how his body trembles with each thrust. but he just looks so fucking delicious that it makes you want to bully him more.
as you move your hips, his moans and words devolve into loud whines as he begs for more and more. he's much louder than when he's sober and, by this point, you're such that the music isn't doing much to mask his voice.
"i need you babygirl, i need you," he chants like a mantra over and over again. "always wanted this. fuck, you feel- oh god! cummingcumming- i'm g'na–"
this spurs your hips to move quicker and faster.
words turn into rambles and panting as his orgasm rips through him fast. but he's sober enough to push you off of his cock and lets his cum spill all over his shirt and torso.
"that was nice," jaehyun says when he finally catches his breath – his voice sounding a little too sober for a drunk man.
hiii so i’ve read your hotel paradise series and lemme just say.. damn. my fave one has got to be the jaehyun and johnny one like urgh yes pls i’ve got two holes for a god damn reason!
anyways while reading that there was that part when jaehyun says smth along the lines of ‘you like getting fucked by other guys, might as well bring everyone here’ that kinda made me think… what if you wrote another chapter with a few of the illichil members.. like a gangbang maybe? i was thinking jaehyun, johnny and yuta ofc and then maybe haechan and taeyong?
i mean obv u can chose any other members you think would be fitting but yea that’s been on my mind recently, hope you can come across this and think ab writing smth 🩷
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