Quit me like a cigarette — jjh
pairing: jeong yuno / jaehyun x reader
au/genre: humor, smut, angsty fluff / fluffy angst-ish (?), non-idol!au, ex!jaehyun, mentions of stoner!jaehyun
characters: f!reader, jeong yuno / jaehyun, john suh / johnny, lee minhyung / mark, lee donghyuck / haechan, megan skiendiel (katseye), lara raj (katseye), mentioned huang renjun, a few unnamed background characters because the author is too lazy to come up with any more idols
word count: 5952 words
warnings: mentions of weed, smoking (yutasbellybuttonpiercing does not condone smoking! smoking real bad!), mentions of alcohol consumption, toxic relationship, mentions of past cheating, a whole lot of swearing, unprotected piv sex (nuh-uh!), too much talk about dicks, awkward boner moment, one mention of throwing up, but it doesn't happen and has never happened in the history of this fanfic ever because yuck!, one incident of "is this already voyeurism?", talk about oral (m receiving), mentions of choking, fingering, and is this a strength kink??
synopsis: you and jaehyun broke up a few weeks ago because your lifestyles just didn't match anymore... because you don't particularly like to smoke weed at home all day and text other girls... now you have to find yourself stuffed into the tight vacation house yuta's dad let you use with your friends and your ex. which is especially bad since all you can think about is how much you hate him, but also how much you miss that dick.
a/n: yutasbellybuttonpiercing is back after a long 5000000 years of focusing on her studies... this makes it sound like i'm done... anyway, live laugh jaehyun <3
a/n2: also a brief reminder for my sweet, loving boyfriend that this has nothing to do with him! 🧡 (yes this is a soft launch)
With the trees casting a minimal shadow in the midday sun, several cars pull up to the mediocre house you’ll call your home for the next few days, their tires crunching on the gravel deliciously. Jaehyun, glad about the scenery change away from the dusty furniture, and dirty dishes in the sink of his grubby apartment his parents oh so kindly pay for, exits from his pride and joy: his Volkswagen Tiguan in Pyrite Silver Metallic. Glad that Donghyuck did, in fact, not throw up on the seat cushions after pregaming the whole morning makes him release a tense breath. He takes in the exterior of the vacation house, intentionally looking past the scruffy cladding because this establishment has a pool! Joining him in his dad-pose-esque stance with his hands on his hips, Johnny and Mark exit Jaehyun’s vehicle to marvel at the construction work of the late 1990s.
“Fabulous infrastructure,” Mark, who five years ago attempted to study architecture for half a semester before dropping out, comments intellectually. No one adds anything to his hollow statement, and the group simply resumes their quiet onlooking until the sound of shrill screeching and car doors slamming shut disturbs the idyllic moment.
“This is honestly iconic,” Johnny’s ex-situationship exclaims upon coming into view of the two-story building. Others laugh loudly amongst themselves or begin unloading their luggage from the trunks of the three cars. Amidst the chaos stand you, frozen in place because you’d recognize that cowlick on the back of this head anywhere. “Who the fuck invited the one who shall not be named?”
“Voldemort?” Lara Raj raises her head in confusion and halts her process of pulling a pink suitcase out of the trunk of her car, “I thought JK Rowling is cancelled?”
“She is,” you reply flatly, “I’m talking about the devil.” Lara, still confused, follows your gaze to the group of (in comparison) middle-aged men and her confusion slowly morphs into a knowing glare. “Ah, your weed boy.”
“Horrible description, but yes,” you say, your amusement contained. A few weeks ago, your six-month relationship with Jaehyun ended badly as he accidentally left his phone unlocked in the couch gap with his Instagram DMs out in the open for anyone to see who just happened to walk by and wanted to snoop. After a whole hour of screaming and shouting and even throwing a shoe in the vague direction of his beloved flatscreen, you’d sworn he’d never catch a glimpse of you ever again. And while the flirtatious messages directed to literally anyone but you were just the cherry on top of his generally rubbish behavior, it marked the milestone that ended the us. So why did his dimpled cheeks have to appear at the gathering that was supposed to take your mind off all the stuff and things that you needed to be taken off your mind?! “Why the fuck is he here?”
“Well, this is Yuta’s dad’s summer house so… I’m guessing that’s how he got invited…,” Lara points out, then pauses, “why isn’t Yuta here, anyway?”
You are unable to break your brain over that since you’re too busy staring holes into Jaehyun’s well-sculpted shoulders. Lara blinks twice. “So, how are you gonna handle seeing him?”
“I’m going to ruin everyone’s vacation by making a million scenes and creating a big chunk of drama,” you reply grimly.
“Drama?” Megan appears behind you and Lara, eyes curiously wide. “What drama? Where?”
“Drama is Megan’s middle name,” Lara says from your right, “I think.”
“Her ex is here,” Lara clarifies, mildly amused by the attention this is getting. Megan gasps so loudly it turns heads, including the ones owned by Jaehyun’s friends – not Jaehyun’s, though, probably because he’s fried off his eardrum by listening to Olivia Rodrigo too loudly or something, but who is to tell? A few mumbles und nudges later, Jaehyun finally turns his head into your direction… and there’s no greater mistake he could’ve made.
“What the fuck are you looking at?” You yell imprudently, making Megan hide her huge exasperated grin behind her hand. Jaehyun, cool as ever (or so he thinks) turns his body to face your general direction.
“Is that any way to greet your favorite ex?” He replies, that infuriatingly cocky smirk plastered on his face like he didn’t ruin your faith in the male species.
“Oh? Is Renjun here?” You snap back immediately. Megan is held back by Lara so she doesn’t start cheering.
Despite the few meter distance, you can make out how Jaehyun’s lips briefly form a tight line. Yes! Score! You’ve shaken his ginormous ego to the core! But your brief victory is cut short as Jaehyun after a pat on the back by Mark begins to move his defined body towards you, “feisty as always I see..”
“Oh, definitely not,” you exclaim as you grab your admittedly large suitcase with ease and carry it inside the house while your inner circle of friends follows closely behind, although Megan is vibrating with excitement over the occurring drama that she almost trips and falls face first onto the tacky brown tiles of the entryway.
A short while filled with unpacking, cursing and changing clothes later, the quartet collectively moves toward the pool area, dressed in bikinis so skimpy they could be mistaken as dental floss. Equipped with a Red Bull and a pack of cigarettes each, a place in the sun is conquered.
“So Jaehyun, huh?” Lara starts, relaxing into the lounge chair, “how are you feeling about this?”
“I would honestly prefer if you called him by his real name: Satan,” you sigh, putting your sunglasses on, “I’m feeling generally pissed off.”
“Okay, but, like, isn’t this kind of a crazy coincidence?” Megan chimes in, sitting cross-legged to be able to talk to everyone, “like what if this is like, fate?”
“Yes!” Lara nods with a grin, “maybe this is like a sign.”
“A sign I should find new friends?” You raise an eyebrow, “what happened to the misandrist committee? I thought our goal was to expel men from Earth and repopulate with the only acceptable man..”
The girls stare and wait for you to finish.
You grimace in defeat, “… Charles Boyle from Brooklyn Nine-Nine.”
Lara presses her lips together and shakes her head. Simultaneously, as if in slow motion, Jaehyun and his posse invade the pool area with little to no shirts and a lot of attitude.
“What about… Tony?” You suggest.
“Who the fuck is Tony?” Megan scoffs in amusement.
Jaehyun finds an empty bunch of lounge chairs and throws his towel on one to mark his territory.
“The Tiger from the Kellogg’s Frosted Flakes Boxes…”
“NO!”
Jaehyun stretches his arms over his head, his muscles rippling with the motion, while Mark starts seductively applying sunscreen to his arms.
“Okay, but what about the Ocean from Moana?”
“Get the fuck outta here,” Lara laughs.
Donghyuck dives head first into the pool, creating a loud splash since he is not really all that good at diving head first into a pool. Johnny downs a beer and spills a little. Jaehyun spots you and your girl friends in the sun and decides it’s time to shoot his shot.
“Gengar.”
“The Pokemon?!”
Suddenly, the sun is no longer blinding you despite your relatively cheap sunglasses because something or someone stepped in. You narrow your eyes to try and make out the shady face. “Long time no see, huh?”
Jaehyun. Satan, I mean.
You sigh exaggeratedly. “Too short for me, personally.”
Jaehyun clicks his tongue with a small smirk, a bead of sweat making it’s way down his neck and over his broad chest. “Come on, you’re being so stubborn…”
Dramatically, you place your hand on your chest, moving your head forward a bit to emphasize how exaggerated you actually are while pushing your sunglasses up. “Oh, are you talking to me? Didn’t recognize you without your nose buried in other girls’ DMs.”
The smirk drops immediately, replaced by a clenching of the jaw. “Low blow much?” Jaehyun crosses his arms. “You can’t hold that against me forever.”
“Actually, I can, mhm,” you purse your lips, “anything else?”
Jaehyun’s jaw tightens visibly. “You’re being as stubborn as ever,” he points out, his voice displaying a portion of disappointment and a hint of regret.
You blink at him, then sit up and lean forward in hopes that talking to him like a toddler would maybe get the message across, “Jaehyun, you literally cheated on me so I don’t know what you want from me? Like, this is literally not the point of anything whatsoever. I want you to go fuck off and get on literally anybody else’s fucking nerves!”
Closing his eyes for a brief moment, possibly to collect himself and not start bawling, he takes a deep breath. “Can you just-,” he sighs in defeat, his body visibly giving up, “ah, forget it…”
“I wish I could,” you smile fakely, nodding and pushing your sunglasses back onto your nose, pushing a cigarette between your lips and lighting it as you watch Jaehyun turn and leave.
Later that day, with the sun already set and the others inside playing drinking games, you’ve decided to get some refreshing alone time after this eventful day, consisting of smoking and scrolling through Instagram reels. And it does do its job of getting your mind off of things for a little while until you can make out the faint sound of the sliding door opening, revealing none other than Jaehyun stepping out on the patio.
“Take a hint, Jaehyun,” you warn, already feeling your pulse quickening with irritation.
Jaehyun lifts his head at your outburst, sheepishly pushing his hands into his pockets. “Can’t I just come out here and enjoy the cool night air for a little bit?”
“You can, except that you’re not. You’re here to get on my fucking balls, man,” you argue.
Jaehyun scoffs and rolls his eyes, but doesn’t deny the allegations. “And what if I am?”
“Then I’m telling you to fuck off,” you emphasize, pointing directly at the slightly ajar glass door, the smoke of your cigarette curling around your hand. Jaehyun’s gaze follows your finger, his tongue poking out between his teeth in annoyance. “You always have to be so fucking stubborn, don’t you,” he snaps back, “can’t we just have a civil conversation for once?”
You scoff incredulously, “uh, no, and take a big fucking guess why.”
Your scoff is mirrored, and Jaehyun runs a hand through his hair in frustration. “You’re never going to let that go, aren’t you? It was a mistake, I know I messed up, okay?”
You grimace incredulously, huffing and puffing a bit before spitting out, “a mistake?! You were texting other girls?! Girls, plural! That’s not a fucking mistake, Jaehyun, that’s a whole series of cheating?!”
At your harsh words, Jaehyun recoils a bit, then takes a deep breath. “Yeah, I know that. You’ve yelled at me for hours about that already. And I apologized like a hundred times. What else do you want me to do? Get on my fucking knees and beg?”
“The only thing I want from you is to turn your ass back around and fuck off.”
There’s a brief, dangerous flash in Jaehyun’s eyes, his body tensing at your cold dismissal. “Fine,” he snaps, “enjoy your self-righteous pity-party all by yourself.” He turns on his heel, stomps back inside and slams the door hard enough to make the glass rattle.
Finally, peace at last. But something about this passionate encounter reminds you of how that fiery relationship had made you feel alive, and a little spark of that just came back to you, taking you back to those times before everything went downhill. You draw the line, put out your cigarette and head to bed, at the memory of sex creeping back into your mind. Oh, how good he was…
Fortunately, the night passes without any further complications or encounters between you and Jaehyun after the devastating conversation has left him with a burn that has potentially left a mark. After a good night’s sleep, you feel rested and surprisingly less on edge concerning the topic of Jaehyun, as is proven by your encounter with him in the kitchen that morning. While the rest of the group is either asleep, getting ready, or on a morning run (how, Johnny?!), Jaehyun joins you in the kitchen to get a bottle of water.
He doesn’t even say anything, apparently he learned from the night before to just shut up as he groggily opens the fridge door and retrieves a cool bottle. What he doesn’t seem to be aware of is the unmistakable tent his boxers are sporting in the front, a sight you know all too well.
And when you notice, you luckily manage to hide the subtle bite of your lip behind your can of morning red bull. Meanwhile, Jaehyun unscrews the cap and gulps down a few sips of water, then probably notices that you’re neither storming off nor starting a fight, so he tests his luck. “Morning…”
“Mm,” you reply, not even out of dismissal, but because that sight brings back a few very vivid memories of having sex in a kitchen.
Possibly confused by your lack of passion, Jaehyun takes it a step further, “so, are you still pissy?”
“Pissy is my standard setting and you should know that,” you point out, but there is no bite behind that statement at all, due to the state of Jaehyun’s morning wood apparently distracting you.
Jaehyun sighs, indeed familiar with your usual moods. “Yeah, I thought maybe there was a chance of a change of heart…”
“No,” you reply absent-mindedly, mind flooded with rather unholy thoughts that make you subtly press your thighs together for some tension relief. Jaehyun, thankfully unsuspecting, shrugs at your definite answer and sets down his water on the counter to stretch, his shirt riding up just enough to really highlight his predicament, as well as allowing you a glimpse of his sculpted stomach and his happy trail that’s basically inviting you to re-explore the familiar area of his crotch. “So, are you gonna give me this half-assed silent treatment for the rest of the vacation, or…?” He casually leans against the counter after that little show.
“Yes,” you reply, eyes now not-so-subtly glued to his dick.
Tilting his head in confusion, Jaehyun turns to leave, but catches his reflection in the microwave.
“Shit.”
“Be careful, you’re gonna take someone’s eye out,” you comment teasingly, his brief moment of embarrassment snapping you out of your horny daze. Jaehyun’s face morphs into a mocking expression as he tries to adjust his boxers. “Funny.”
You look on in amusement, “Jaehyun, you should know from previous encounters with your dick that that’s not going anywhere,” you vaguely gesture, to which you earn a sharp look.
“Believe me, I know how my own dick works, thank you,” he says sarcastically, but his movements become a bit more erratic by the second when he hears footsteps close by.
“Just go jerk off in the bathroom,” you suggest with an amused scoff because in your opinion, it is just that easy. He clenches his jaw at your blunt suggestion, possibly because for one, this is embarrassing and why are you being so casual, but also because this is stirring up memories for him as well. Hence, he hesitates, “it’s not that simple…”
“What, too big to fit it through the door?”
Jaehyun freezes, then a hint of a smirk appears on his lips. “You were always obsessed with it,” he reminds you as he turns to put your suggestion into action, “bet you miss it, too.”
But before you can reply, he’s already out of earshot. Stupid. You take a deep breath and steady yourself on the counter, taking another sip from your red bull can before gazing out the window in hopes of calming your nerves. Two moments later, you curse the architect of this stupid house because why in the world are you able to look through the small kitchen window and be greeted with an A+ view of the floor to ceiling glass window in the bathroom a few meters away?
You freeze as Jaehyun, present in said bathroom, moves to push down his boxers just enough to let his erection spring free and begins relieving some of the tension. And, holy shit, why is it even bigger than you remember? And when a moment later he pushes his shirt up so it doesn’t get in the way only to hold it up with his teeth, the back of his head leans against the wall as his brows scrunch deliciously.
Is he aware that you’re seeing this, or is he always wanking as if there’s a camera present?
His abs tense, his happy trail leading to what you can only describe as huge and delicious, and when he reaches down to squeeze his balls, you abruptly rip down the blinds in fear anyone else might walk in and see.
What the actual fuck?
Not even 10 minutes later, you stand outside by the pool, smoking and attempting to calm your nerves. No, you hate him… look what he did! Well, not just now but weeks ago. Hello, this is a cheating scumbag? But also so fucking–
“Hi,” it sounds from behind you. Of course, you recognize his voice immediately.
“You again,” you comment unimpressed, when in reality, you’re exceptionally impressed.
“Me again,” he confirms and stands next to you. Subtly, you glance over, noticing the lack of a boner which, considering your sightings earlier, you didn’t really need confirmation of.
“Took my advice, I see,” you say without thinking.
Jaehyun chuckles briefly. “Can’t stop thinking about my dick, huh?”
You scoff. “Your dick is none of my concerns.”
He turns to look at you, tilting his head curiously, “not even a little bit?”
Before you can even think about a witty reply, Donghyuck comes running from behind you both, and without a care in the world canon balls into the pool. Water splashes everywhere, and you use the distraction to slip away unnoticed.
“Ahh, refreshing,” Donghyuck comments as soon as he comes back up, and Jaehyun gives him an irritated glare.
When Megan finally wakes up, she joins you for lunch in the fairly secluded dining area across the hall from the kitchen. Due to her drowsiness after waking up, most of the meal goes by in silence until you catch a glimpse of Jaehyun outside and get overwhelmed by the sudden need to tell Megan about this morning’s events.
“This morning,” you say between bites, “Jaehyun was sporting a boner in the kitchen.”
Megan nearly chokes on her food at your sudden tmi, “Wh- w- ehhh?” She swallows. “Morning wood?”
“He tends to,” you reply casually, remembering all the mornings where Jaehyun would poke some part of your backside with his dick. “I told him to go jerk off in the bathroom.”
Megan’s eyes widen before she bursts out in laughter, “well, did he?”
You nod knowingly.
“I bet that gives you a feeling of power and control,” Megan grins.
You tilt your head and offer a fake smile. Megan’s grin drops. “This is a manipulation tactic… right?”
You press your lips together and shake your head.
Megan closes her eyes for a moment. “But this… isn’t what I think it is…. Right?”
“Oopsie,” you smile and blink and Megan sighs. “You know, maybe I should just fuck him, like, once.”
“Oh my God, all it took was one day?” Megan shakes her head disapprovingly. Even though she was the one telling you it’s fate, she still tries to make you maintain your own vows. Because this is where the drama starts. “One time won’t be enough, you know? Once you go back to that dick, it’s over.”
“But,” you pout dramatically, “Megan, he’s, like, really hot, and his dick is huge and he’s, like, really good with it…”
Megan shakes her head in disapproval. “But is it worth the drama?”
“Honestly,” and you grimace at your own words, “I kinda miss the drama…”
“You are impossible and also fucking insane,” Megan states, then shrugs, “but okay, it will be your own downfall.”
“We’ll see,” you mumble, then suddenly look up as Jaehyun enters the nearby kitchen to, once again, grab a drink, dressed in only his swimming trunks, and those are too tight to leave anything to the imagination, really. You glance at Megan, who is also looking and noticing. “Yeah, no amount of willpower is gonna save you now.”
While most people that evening spend their time inside watching a Sci-Fi movie, a small group consisting of Donghyuck, Jaehyun, Lara and you have gathered around a table on the patio outside, smoking and chatting. Lara, of course, has been updated on the recent boner events and is more than excited to see what’s going to happen next.
“… and that’s why I feel like blowjobs are overrated,” Donghyuck concludes his monologue that had initially started with the current political climate. This turn of events causes Jaehyun to raise an eyebrow at Donghyuck and chuckle.
“That’s just because you haven’t had the right person giving you one,” he claims with a subtle glance at you, which in return makes you the one raising an eyebrow. Jaehyun holds eye contact for a moment before continuing with a slight smirk, “someone who can make you forget your own name.”
You scoff with a faint smirk, your gaze wandering off into the night as the conversation continues. Jaehyun takes a drag of his cigarette, unable to take his eyes off of you.
“Man, if I ever find a woman who can make me forget my own name, I’m putting a ring on her like stat,” Donghyuck states.
“You should before you can fuck it up,” you add, clearly poking at Jaehyun, who reacts slightly irritated, yet simultaneously as if he’s thinking ‘fair enough’.
Donghyuck laughs, oblivious to the tension in the air, puffing on his cigarette before boasting, “nah, I’m too much of a catch to fuck things up.”
Lara scoffs, joining in, “cocky much?”
Donghyuck sticks his tongue out and shakes his head freakily. Something about his movements collects so much air that it blows a bit of the ashes out of the strawberry-themed ashtray in the center of the table.
“But you gotta think like this: even if you fuck it up, if you’re really good in bed, she’s still gonna think about you,” you add vaguely, but Jaehyun seems to understand that this comment was solely directed at him. Lara glance over at you knowingly, cigarette coolly resting between her lips.
Still blissfully unaware, Donghyuck nods philosophically, tapping his lower lip with the hand that is holding his cigarette, making everyone slightly anxious giving his clumsy nature, “right, a good dick is like a superpower.” You and Lara exchange glances, hers amused, yours carefully neutral.
Jaehyun flicks the ash of his cigarette into the ashtray, “guess that means some people never really get over certain exes…”
“Potentially,” you add cryptically, blowing the smoke of your cigarette vaguely in his direction. Jaehyun’s smirk grows into an almost playful smile, and he leans back in his creaky chair and takes another drag, “maybe these people just miss certain things…”
“That can certainly be true. Some people might be hung up on an ex because they were so lovely and their relationship had to tragically end due to changes in lifestyle. Others do not have that blessing and have to hold on to more fundamental things like dick sizes,” you reply.
“Oho,” Jaehyun smirks as if this were a debate he’s winning, “so you think size is important?”
“Eh,” you wave your hand dismissively, “size is not everything. But big dick plus being good in bed certainly leaves a mark.” You pause. “Potentially.” Donghyuck nods supportively. Gazing into your eyes, Jaehyun takes a long drag. Interesting.
“Okay, but my question is: how can I be good?” Donghyuck then asks unabashedly. Lara, looking up from her phone, splutters.
“You have to put in effort man. Listen to her reactions, find out what she likes… It’s not rocket science,” Jaehyun replies casually, his gaze lingering on you before looking back at Donghyuck, who nods slowly. You on the other hand, are instantly reminded of how Jaehyun used to fold you in half and fuck you up the wall. And judging by the smirk he’s sporting, he knows.
“You make it sound so easy,” Donghyuck complains, “like give me examples! I can’t die a virgin!”
“You’re not even a virgin,” Lara points out, not even looking up from the phone game she’s playing without wifi to be able to get around the ads.
“So?!”
At this, Jaehyun chuckles. Everyone implying he’s so good in bed he should give tips to the less fortunate? You just know this interaction is doing wonders to his ego…
“Like knowing exactly how hard she likes it, when to slow down,….. when to not let her breathe…”
You feel your heart beat up your throat, the memories now clear as day as you hold Jaehyun’s gaze. He continues, "the most important thing is putting her first, she'll know whether you're a selfish lover. Take your time with her, play with her pussy until she's soaked before even thinking about getting your dick out… Don't be quiet, let her hear how good she feels, show her how good she's making you feel,” he describes, and despite his gestures accompanying his words, you feel hot all over. “And when the moment is right, you hold her in place, and keep the same rough rhythm while looking into her eyes…" he pauses to make sure you remember, "and she's gonna come so hard she sees stars…"
You suddenly get up. “Jaehyun. A word.”
Leaving a confused Donghyuck and a chuckling Lara behind, you pull Jaehyun by his wrist through the unnecessarily long hallway to your room. He follows like an obedient puppy. Closing the door behind him, you find yourself within the mess you call your room for the time being. Jaehyun looks around with interest, taking note of a pair of panties hanging over one of the lampshades.
"I need you to know one thing," you say sternly, ignoring the mess and the panties, and step up to him. You press your forefinger into his admittedly broad, muscular, chest. You clear your throat to regain your focus. "If you hurt me again, I'll castrate you and keep your balls. Understood?”
Jaehyun's smirk falters, his facade of nonchalance cracking ever so slightly as your words register. But instead of backing down, he lets out a small chuckle and holds your gaze, "crystal clear.”
"Good. And the other thing," you say, less sternly, and a bit ashamed of your uncontrollable feminine urge, ”I’d like to… have sex. Would you be... on board with that?”
Jaehyun's smirk returns, and he grabs your wrists, gently pinning them against the door as his eyes rake over your form. You gasp. He then meets your gaze, ”I've been waiting to hear you say that…"
“… don’t get too cocky, but it's just that," you exhale shakily as he softly kisses your neck, "no one can compare to you and...," you gasp, and cringe simultaneously, ”that fucking monster in your pants…"
Jaehyun growls low in his throat at your words, one hand sliding down to grip your ass and pull you hard against him. “So what you’re saying is… no one can compare," he murmurs against your neck. "What a nice way to say that I've actually ruined you for anyone else, like you asked me to…"
“Okay, to be fair,” you pull yourself out of your horny daze for a moment to defend yourself, “it was all good until i saw it again... like, yes, I have feelings for you still, but I just can't... stop thinking about your cock, Jay..,” you give in.
Jaehyun tilts his head, brushing your hair out of your face, and gazes into your eyes, “and you’re gonna get it… every thick inch of it, just like you wanted…”
Feeling slightly lightheaded at that promise, you finally give in completely, leaning forward to crash your lips into his, tasting that familiar feeling of his softness that immediately makes you forget everything around you. Jaehyun lets go of your hands, instead letting his own wander down your body to your waist to pull you against him, his muscular body, hard yet soft at the same time, all to familiar.
You don’t even care about what will happen after this when he backs you up towards the bed, gently lowering you down before pulling his white long-sleeve over his head. Always a sight to behold, you reach out to let your fingers explore the softness of his milky skin, feeling every muscle as your hand brushes down to his happy trail.
With a subtle smirk, Jaehyun lowers himself on top of you, his toned arms hugging you tightly as his lips find yours again. He’s not going fast, but the strength of his grasps make your head spin. Jaehyun’s always been someone who takes his time and values slow, deliberate pressure over hasty movements. It’s the way his hands create a delicious, bothering on painful, but not quite there grip on your inner thighs, on your arms and on your waist, making you feel his strength and his control over it, but never over you.
Moments later, your clothes already discarded and blending into the messiness of the room, his hand snakes between your legs, expertly pinpointing the exact spots and ways to touch you. He remembers it all. How could he ever forget? His fingers run through your folds, collecting your essence to spread over your clit, finding the right rhythm and pressure to make you clench around nothing within minutes.
“I’ve missed this,” he rasps lowly, a first finger dipping inside your opening, “missed you..,” before resuming to kiss you, not expecting you to answer, which you couldn’t even form between the soft gasps and moans rushing out of your mouth continuously. He eases in a second finger, his thumb applying a delicious, constant pressure on your clit that doesn’t overstimulate you. Your eyes roll back.
“J-jay,” you manage to get out, feeling an orgasm creeping up on you already.
“Hm?” He asks softly, the depth of his voice always calming in these moments. To help you find your words, his hand slows down a bit.
“I wanna come on your cock,” you admit breathlessly, your eyes meeting his with a pleading urgency. At this, Jaehyun sucks in a breath, clearly affected by your words and the entire situation.
“Fuck.. yeah? You want me to fuck you now, hm?” He mumbles into the skin of your next, leaving two small kisses before pulling back, “who am I to object?”
Kneeling before your body, his strong hands grab onto your calves, applying firm pressure before moving up your legs, repeating the grabbing motion a couple of times until he’s reached your thighs. He pulls you closer to him with ease, allowing your legs to find their place around his hips as if that’s where they’re meant to be.
“Do you want me to go slow?” His voice is a tad concerned because without being cocky, he knows he’s a lot and he knows it’s been a while. Your eyes find his, not missing the detail of his brows slightly scrunched because, God, he cares. You nod softly.
Alining himself, he holds himself up on one forearm, his chest gently touching yours as he pushes his length forward carefully. The stretch is intense, but also in a way rewarding, and as you hold onto his biceps to ground yourself, his now free hand finds your hip, his thumb caressing the skin in a calming motion.
“Jay, fuck… I forgot…” you whimper, closing your eyes to just feel, “how fucking big–“
With a gentle smirk, he pushes forward further, your hips lifting impatiently. You moan, uncaring of how thin these walls might be because this is Jaehyun, he, too, is vocal about his pleasure, and you don’t have to care about anything but feeling good. He takes care of everything else.
When he finally manages to bottom out, you feel like your head is spinning because, yes, it is that big, but also, fuck, you’ve missed this. But before emotions can well up, Jaehyun delivers a slow, deliberate thrust that drags along your walls just right and takes your mind off of everything else but how he feels buried deep in your cunt.
After making sure you can take it, he sits back up, effortlessly pulls you closer once more, throws one of your legs over his shoulder and begins to thrust deeply, working with pressure instead of speed. All you need to do is tilt your hips a little and every single deep thrusts hits exactly where it needs to. He swears under his breath about how well you’re taking him, soft moans leaving his lips with every motion.
“Holy fucking shit,” you moan, eyes barely staying open, hands clenching the sheets. Knowing you, Jaehyun knows exactly what this indicates, and he increases his speed slightly. His rough thrusts make the bed crash into the wall, your breasts moving in sync, his hand reaches out to stroke your cheek lovingly, his thumb slowly finding its way between your lips.
He thrusts, and thrusts, the pressure builds, all you see raw, white pleasure, he’s hitting depths that no one but him could ever touch, you swear you can feel him in your brain and everywhere. Faster, faster, he never loses his grip on you, holding you tight and keeping you safe as the pressure builds and builds until it snaps.
With walls clenching around him hard and over and over, he slows, dragging his length in and out in an almost massaging manner until he abruptly pulls out, groans deeply and, like he used to, releases on your stomach.
I love you, is what your brain forms immediately upon coming down from your high, but you don’t allow your mouth to say it. Yes, this was the best sex ever, just like every other time with him is, but, fuck, why did things have to be… like this.
“Are you okay?” Jaehyun’s gentle voice rips you from your inner battle. You hum, nodding softly as you slowly blink your eyes open. Equipped with a wet wipe form the bedside table, he gently takes his cum off your skin. “Was it worth it?”
You lift your head, slightly confused. But one look at Jaehyun tells you that he, too, is deep in the feels. “You know I never wanted to hurt you,” he says quietly, “and I haven’t even had sex with anyone since… us and… I just felt so empty… and I thought that would…”
“Don’t,” you interrupt him, “yes, it was a shit move, Jay, but I didn’t listen to you either. I don’t want to think about it anymore. I want to forget.” You pause. “Can we?”
Jaehyun gulps, then nods. You think he gets that you somewhat understand.
“Yo, is someone having sex in there?” Mark’s voice sounds from outside, followed by a “yeah”, presumably from Johnny, and a loud fit of laughter. “Okay, but that’s crazy..” His voice quiets down as they walk off. Your eyes meet Jaehyun’s, both of you smile disbelievingly. You don’t know what this is yet, you don’t know where it will go, but for the time being, you’re gonna walk this walk together.
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