❝ c'mon, you know i’m better than all the guys you’ve slept with. ❞
PAIRING ▸ na jaemin x fem!reader
GENRES ▸ smut, fluff, angst, crack, college au, coming of age, best friends to lovers au
WARNINGS ▸ profanity, slowburn, alcohol consumption, lowkey fwb, hints of found family, jaemin has douchebag tendencies, love triangle ft. sunwoo from tbz, sex, fingering, oral (m. receiving), oral (f. receiving), dirty talk, commitment issues, jaemin’s a vet tech, mentions of throwing up, bitch hunter shenanigans
SUMMARY ▸ na jaemin, resident playboy and serial heartbreaker on campus, thinks he might have a crush on you. this is concerning because he’s slept with your roommate before, who called him something along the lines of “a waste of a human.” another reason why this is concerning is because you happen to be jaemin’s best friend of seven years, and you know far too much about him to ever consider dating him.
PLAYLIST ▸ starboy by the weeknd • moondust by jaymes young • as it was by seungkwan • i like u by niki • to you by seventeen • rainbow by nct dream
WORD COUNT ▸ 43,440 words
AUTHOR’S NOTE ▸ WOW it’s over ?? this feels kinda crazy omfg but i had a lot of fun writing this so i hope you guys enjoy it !! i will kiss you if you get through this behemoth of a fic omg :’) fourth installment of the bitch hunters series ♡
NA JAEMIN HAD A REPUTATION.
It wasn’t a great one, but it also wasn’t a downright terrible one. It was often the result of Jaemin engaging the girls that fell all over him at parties, and then once they figured out he was notorious for breaking hearts, he would hear them spreading rumors about him the very next day. Jaemin’s like this, Jaemin’s like that, and Jaemin could have easily shut them down, but he never did.
❝ c'mon, you know i’m better than all the guys you’ve slept with. ❞
PAIRING ▸ na jaemin x fem!reader
GENRES ▸ smut, fluff, angst, crack, college au, coming of age, best friends to lovers au
WARNINGS ▸ profanity, slowburn, alcohol consumption, lowkey fwb, hints of found family, jaemin has douchebag tendencies, love triangle ft. sunwoo from tbz, sex, fingering, oral (m. receiving), oral (f. receiving), dirty talk, commitment issues, jaemin’s a vet tech, mentions of throwing up, bitch hunter shenanigans
SUMMARY ▸ na jaemin, resident playboy and serial heartbreaker on campus, thinks he might have a crush on you. this is concerning because he’s slept with your roommate before, who called him something along the lines of “a waste of a human.” another reason why this is concerning is because you happen to be jaemin’s best friend of seven years, and you know far too much about him to ever consider dating him.
PLAYLIST ▸ starboy by the weeknd • moondust by jaymes young • as it was by seungkwan • i like u by niki • to you by seventeen • rainbow by nct dream
WORD COUNT ▸ 43,440 words
AUTHOR’S NOTE ▸ WOW it’s over ?? this feels kinda crazy omfg but i had a lot of fun writing this so i hope you guys enjoy it !! i will kiss you if you get through this behemoth of a fic omg :’) fourth installment of the bitch hunters series ♡
NA JAEMIN HAD A REPUTATION.
It wasn’t a great one, but it also wasn’t a downright terrible one. It was often the result of Jaemin engaging the girls that fell all over him at parties, and then once they figured out he was notorious for breaking hearts, he would hear them spreading rumors about him the very next day. Jaemin’s like this, Jaemin’s like that, and Jaemin could have easily shut them down, but he never did.
hyuckie, his name mumbled into kisses, pressed up to every inch of him when you’re straddling his lap, making out at some godforsaken hour, his pretty lips slick with your spit, one hand resting on your hip where your shirt has ridden up, perched on top and all over him as he leans back, legs spread comfortably. and fuck, it’s like you’re pretending that his fat bulge isn’t straining against his sweats, your clothed pussy pressed to him through the layer of flimsy fabric. your pretty lips clumsily moving against his, fuck, you couldn’t possibly only want kisses when you’re practically rutting against his hard on.
but your words say otherwise, hyuck, i— i don’t know, your whine pitching in confusion, when his hand cups your clothed pussy, drool smeared across your lips as you pull away, only for his hold on your waist to tighten, locking you in close without an escape, flinching at the feeling on his palm pressing into your panties. and maybe he’s never fucked you before, but you’re lying, your panties soaked in his palm of his hand, fuck, he’s so fucking hard, surely you can tell, humping him like a dog in heat from just kisses?
come on, baby, haechan whispers, licking his bottom lip enticingly, i know you want it, deftly slipping a finger in, cold against your warm, wet folds, as your gasps cry out, only for your cries to be muffled by rough kisses, trapped in his lap as your breath is stolen harshly, your eyes clenched shut at the foreign sensation of his fingers rubbing your folds, pushing in with slick sounds of your arousal, fuck, you feel untouched, the way your pussy clenches and throbs around his fingers, a dripping mess all over his hand. your hands grasping at his shoulders, slipping against his loose t shirt, what cute muffled noises you make, and he’s only at two fingers, your resistance weakening as he curls his fingers deeper in your pussy, lewd squelches of arousal as it coats his hand, heat spreading beneath your skin as an unfamiliar sensation knots in your stomach, clinging to him and panting like a pet as haechan coerces an orgasm out of you, made such an embarrassing mess for a virgin, didn’t you?
his hands dripping with slick, chest heaving for breaths and he’s so unfazed, amused even,, especially when he’s ruined you, clothes rumpled and hair messy, lips swollen and bitten reddish, unable to catch your breath even as his fingers pull out, sticky mess coating his palm, pretty tears welling up in your dazed eyes, his wet hand grasping your chin and forcing you to look at haechan straight in the eyes. who knew you were such a dirty girl?
this one has been in drafts too long lol idk if i feel like making it longer atp
I’ve always felt that I was hard to love. From the fatigue in my mother’s voice telling me she can’t hold me anymore when I was a child, to most of my friends never really enjoying listening to me just talk the way they do when our other friends talk, I’ve always felt that to love me, it took great effort. And yet I don’t believe it. My friends have told me that loving me comes naturally and I know that my mother finds solace in my advice. I know that my nature radiates joy, and I know I act with integrity. People around me have told me. So, tell me, why is it that in practice it’s all so hard? Why is it that in practice, these same friends who tell me that I’m worth so much drain out my words through their ears? Why is it that doing things that bring me joy is a chore for the same people who claim that I deserve only the best? Why is it that I tell these same people that I think someone may be interested in me I’m only met with criticism and ‘Oh, you’re so delusional!’ While supporting our other friends? What is it about me that makes me unworthy of that same love? Why do I not deserve it? And why is it that as soon as I think I am about to be loved the way I wish to be so badly they change up and then the demon emerges once again to hold me firmly by the throat and looks me dead in the eyes to remind me, ‘how could you possibly think that?’
thinking about cockwarming with boyfriend jeno, and its presence in your nighttime routine—the hints he receives in texts throughout the day, and that’s how this all started: your stress.
one evening, the energy that joined your arrival back home weighed down your shoulders, clouded your gaze, and kept your lips in a tight line when you approached your boyfriend after kicking off your shoes. so he took your hand, led you to your bedroom, and started undressing. every article of clothing shed enhanced the light in your eyes, straightening your posture with intrigue. when he was naked and perched on the edge of your bed, his fingertips flicked the buttons of your blouse, “may i?” the permission was easy—immediate, and he began undressing you slowly, taking his time, each movement made with care; there was no need to rush. once you were naked too, he leaned forward to kiss the stripe of skin beneath your breasts, squeezing your waist as the gentle ministration started the heavy task of clearing your head.
“i want to try something.” you watched with curiosity and awe as jeno pushed himself back until he was leaning against the headboard, muscles flexing, slivers of sunshine brushing his skin in a perfect glow. your lips parted at the sight, instinctually moving forward and taking his outstretched hand. you knew what this was. you had mentioned it before, when you were on his lap in the living room. it was a sunday night, serenity in the air and you half-dressed after a shower. he didn’t bat an eye, said you should try it while tracing your delicate lines of ink, wondered aloud if you already had. only a couple of times. with the wrong person, but a seed of something was still planted: closeness—a complete union.
your knees sink into the mattress, distance closing as you approach his waist, cock hard against his taut stomach, but his eyes are gentle and soft. jeno smiles at you, something reassuring as your legs widen to accommodate the width of his thighs. a guiding hand placed on your hips as you sink down.
the stretch is familiar. his hands on your thighs are warm. your locked gazes send a chill down your spine. for a moment, all you do is watch each other, feeling his length exactly where you want it, loving the warm buzz of need but knowing you won’t give in. you tilt your head, eyes closing as the waves of sweet euphoria lap at the edges of your mind, begging for a total flood. jeno draws you closer. your chests collide. your head dips, lips meeting his skin, grazing his neck, and sucking your favorite spot behind his ear—the place that always pulls a delicious sound from his lips. his strong arms hold you in a soft possession, fingertips kneading over your shoulders and down your back, searching for the spot that wakes you up in the middle of the night.
the feeling of your body going slack in his arms is electrifying because jeno knows what it means—how significant it is to be trusted completely, reminded of a moment so early on it feels like a lifetime ago when he told you: take what you need from me. he remembers the surprise that shifted your features. it widened your eyes, parted your lips, and warmed your cheeks. in that moment, his words meant a million things. neither one of you could know exactly where they’d begin and where they’d end, if anywhere at all. in the moments you feel like you’re taking too much, all jeno experiences is satisfaction and safety in your heart as the man you decided was worth letting in, letting yourself be known by, letting yourself connect with, and fall and tumble into something so intertwined you don’t doubt it’s cosmic.
jeno knows you’ve fallen asleep and readjusts himself ever so slightly, propping up another pillow behind him before closing his own eyes to focus on the rise and fall of your chest. the beat he feels against his own is recognized by his heart, and his breath matches yours.
you wake up to the sound of your name mumbled against your skin, an apologetic tone. “baby, i’m so sorry. i’ve got to piss.”
you hum, amused and start to lift yourself, but jeno stops you, catching you in a blissful kiss. his thumb teases the side of your breast, hardening your nipples. no fair. when he pulls away, you kiss his nose and finally disconnect with a sigh. one that melts into his own.
he’s still taking his time, and you lay propped up on your side to admire all of his solid lines, finding the soft and round places with ease. “are you sure you have to pee?”
“my leg’s asleep.” his smile is lazy, eyes shrinking to crescents. a light laughter follows, spilling a similar glow to the sun’s throughout your bedroom, its light gone until morning.
“should i stab it with a pen?” his expression sends you into giggles, and you settle for gentle squeezes along his quad muscle. “not my jen, i could never.” you fall onto your stomach and pepper kisses just above his knee. “better?” jeno hums, encouraging you to keep going.
you kiss his body until jeno stops you, groaning about the damn bathroom again, knowing his hard on will create an unfortunate struggle. “don’t go anywhere.” like you ever would.
you coo loudly, embarrassing him as he waddles through your closet and into the attached bath. “shut up!”
you turn to lay flat on your back, drawing a fingertip up your abdomen and through the valley between your breasts, completely immersed in euphoria. “don’t you dare come back in here without washing your hands.”
“who do you think i am?” the faucet turns on for a full 30 seconds - yes, you count them - before your boyfriend is back and standing over your body. he admires you: the curves he’d recognize with his eyes closed, your blissful expression, the swell of your chest, faint bruises from the weekend decorating your hip. “should we make love, baby?”
“please,” his thumb traces your lips, and you watch his face with wide eyes, eager not to miss a thing.
“you always ask so nicely, doll.”
“jen,” you moan as he pops his thumb into your mouth. your tongue circles it on instinct, satisfied, he draws it out. “please don’t make me wait.”
“i wasn’t going to,” he kisses your nose and then your forehead. sinking into the mattress, his knees entrap you this time. his thumb is coated in your saliva, not that he needs the help—your folds are already soaked. “mmm, always ready for me too.”
“you make it easy, jen.” you squirm beneath him, close to steering his thumb exactly where you need it.
he’s being playful, knowing there’s hours ahead of this, and you’ll be orgasmic until the sun rises. it’s one of the reasons why he has a thing about middle of the night lovemaking. he can only see so much of you in the moonlight. the shadows are exciting, lines of light find you in the lewdest places. but, his favorite part is watching you clarify—his love all over you as the sun stretches and yawns before you’re completely coated in light. light that sticks to your swollen lips, messy hair, bruised skin, the place where your bodies intertwine, his hand around your neck, your eyelids fluttering when his name is the only thing left to say because you know it makes him cum.
your boyfriend mark! was looking way too fuckable in his tiny white short-shorts but he has set his rule. you absolutely can not disturb him while he was working.
but fuck you can’t help it, not when he’s a couple feet away from you and every click of his tongue and sighs that escape his lips are sending tingles straight down your core...maybe just this once?
“baby…,” you whisper in his ear, hugging him from behind. “hmm?,” he asks, oblivious to the sudden change in your demeanor. “why don’t you take a break?,” he sighs, “i can’t baby, i gotta finish at least two songs today,” “but i need you,” you confess quietly and he can’t help but lovingly shake his head at your behavior, “later, okay?,” he says. shutting you up with a gentle kiss.
it didn’t help.
“can i just…sit on it?,” “huh?” “pleaseee, i promise i won’t move, just need to feel you,” you whine and god, as strong as he is, he is not that strong. not when his pretty girl is begging. “okay,” he agrees.
he watched you pump him a couple times, trying to hold back his moans, the warmth of your hands already sending him into a frenzy, before you properly situated yourself on him. the inital entrance making you both groan in pleasure, “fuckkk baby, you’re so wet,” he grunts, trying to keep his composure, “told you i need youu,” you soflty whine against his ear.
mark rocks into you once before you stop him, eyes bewildered, “nu-uh markie, aren’t you supposed to be working?,” you pout, innocently teasing him and he knew he fucked up. this is so fucked up. you are so fucked up and so fucking warm and he is so turned on.
but mark has rules and he can’t break it.
“right,” he gulps, turning his attention back to his computer as you laid your head against his chest, making yourself comfortable. he tries not to focus on how good you feel around him but you can feel it with the way he was getting harder every second, making your pussy clench.
“fuuck, baby,” he groans, “that’s not fair, you said you wouldn’t move,” he whines, causing you to giggle. “i didn’t move, you’re the one moving inside me, my body just reacted to yours,” you tease.
his ears are bright red now as he breathes in slowly, trying so hard to stay in control. you bite back your giggles as he shakes his head, turning his attention back to his computer once more.
for a couple minutes he was doing fine, he actually felt a little more inspired and besides the light snores beside him and his rock hard boner that was currently inside you, he has gotten pretty good at ignoring your presence.
and then he dropped his stupid fucking pen…causing him to jolt forward, reaching out for it. the sudden motion elicits a moan from your lips and the friction the movement made was enough for mark to lose his shit. he did last almost an hour.
“fuck it,” he groans, slamming his laptop shut.
rules were meant to be broken.
he harshly rocks into you again, waking you up from your light slumber, “mark?,” “you just couldn’t wait can't you…just had to be a greedy little slut” he grunts, the comment sending tingles all throughout your body, pussy clenching tightly around his cock.
the pent up tension has gotten to his brain as he grabs your face, connecting his lips upon yours, tongue’s battling, swallowing every moan that you make.
you have won.
“y-yes markie, only for you,” you whine, a small smile on your lips, rocking your hips against his cock.
“faster, markie,” you whine. he pushes you off, making you stand before turning you around and pushing you down his table, ass up. he wastes no time in sliding back into you, pounding into you like a man starved, not caring at all about his laptop.
“this is what you wanted isn’t?,” he groans near your ear.
“fuuuck!, mark!,” you yell, gripping the edge of his computer table. he angles his cock to the side, hitting you right where you needed him the most as profanities slipped past your lips, no longer able to create coherent sentences.
“yeah, you like that baby?,” mark groans, landing a slap on your ass, making you clench even tighter around him, your body responding to everything he does.
your release came fast, hitting you like a ton of bricks. mark makes sure to grab onto you tighter as you lost your footing, not at all slowing down the relentless pace he has set.
tears has begun to form around your eyes, cries of pleasure taking over all of his senses, “hang on baby, i’m so close,” he groans, hand finding its way to your sensitive bud, making you scream in pleasure.
“you can give me one more, right?,” he demands, still rutting into you at a brutal pace. you’re so cock drunk all you can do is nod your head, feeling your second orgasm come to a close, this one hitting harder than before, “you feel so. fucking. good,” he groans with every thrust, as he feels his orgasm coming through.
quickly, he turns you around, on your knees, one hand clutching your hair the other pumping his cock getting ready to shoot his load into your mouth. you moan, enjoying every drop, licking his cock clean as he sat back down on his computer chair catching his breath, fingers gently running through your hair as you two share a smile.
that was definitely worth breaking his rule. just this one time.
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an: another smut…within the same week? woo! i have never moved on from that selfie and yall can’t even judge me i know you guys are freaks (p.s. requests are open!)
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I think that DNIs are a really clear example of the backwards understanding of boundaries that a lot of people have. Some people think it works like:
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When really it's more like:
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The former does not work. The latter is more effective, it takes responsibility for yourself, and also it puts the power over your wellbeing into your hands and not in the hands of strangers who may or may not be malicious.
Instead of focusing on the present, for once allow yourself to look to the future without anxieties and fears. Look to the future like a child and allow yourself to dream for a little longer.
The world now may seem against you, but remember that you will get that place that you deserve.
No matter how many exams you have to do, or how many people will try to stop you from reaching your dreams. If you want it, you’ll get it!
So grit your teeth and keep going, I believe in you!
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