jaehyun prompts

Scorn - jaehyun (m)

prompt 23 taken from @yoonohprompts

where jaehyun gifts you a neon sign that says ‘fuck me’ and every time you switch it on, it sends him a notification and he’ll be on his way over.

warnings : implications of sex.

pairing : nct jaehyun x female reader

He grins unabashedly at you when you unwrap the square shaped box, which is supposedly your birthday gift.

"Do you like it?"

It's a small neon pink sign which reads 'fuck me'. You try to ask yourself how you'd hang the obscene thing amidst your collection of sophisticated show pieces.

He laughs at how shocked you look with your mouth slightly parted and your eyes glued to the glowy words. "Wow.....I thought we were getting me a birthday present." You huff, placing the shape down.

"We did get you a present. You got...me." he smirks at you, leaning forward so your palms are pressed against the kitchen counter. He pecks your lips, smiling when you whine. "Every time you turn it on, I'll be..over." his hands travel from the side of your face to your neck to the curve of your waist to your bum. He squeezes the muscle and pushes you up to sit on the counter.

Your legs are wrapped around his lithe hips as he presses your foreheads together. There's an unmistakable smug look on his face when he unbuttons your dress shirt. "Like now."

Your cheeks burn from the remnants of last night whilst you press your thighs together. Thinking about how Jaehyun fucked you on the very counter Doyoung places his analysis of Rouge Et Noir is not pleasant.

"What's that?" It's not a question you wished to hear, especially when your friend curiously fumbles with the black button along the sign's spine. You were supposed to be going over your write ups as two struggling English majors, you were not supposed to call your boyfriend Jaehyun, who'd only been an apartment away, over. "No, don't-"

You're pinching your nose because as soon as the sign begins to shine brightly against Doyoung's flustered face, there's a giddy Jaehyun knocking at your door. "You called?" He pushes himself into your apartment, waving at your classmate in the most nonchalant manner there is.

His dimples dig deep into his soft looking cheeks, he's come back from his daily run, sweaty in his black track suit. He pecks your pout and smirks at the raven haired boy."Baby." He huffs, with his hands at his hips.