what happens when you wake up in someone else’s bed after getting drunk in a party?
pairing: jaehyun x reader
type: fluff, strangers-to-friends-to-lovers au (or kinda), college au, frat boy jaehyun bcs we love it.
word count: 11k
warnings: swearing, slightly suggestive sometimes, typos and grammar mistakes dhsjddks
a/n.: i had to repost it as a two-piece fiction and i am so happy to FINALLY finish this. in late june i had a dream with johnny and jaehyun. after that, i dreamed about them another THREE TIMES before i decided to rest in peace and write down this idea. i didn’t expect it to be this long (in fact, i didn’t even know i could write this much lmao). the plot is super cliche and tbh i don’t think it was carried out in the best way possible, but I’VE TRIED. i’m still very self-concious but i had so much fun writing that it would be a shame not sharing. if you read this, i hope you enjoy it as much as i did. oh, and thank you my friend nik @jjpmoans who was my co-author, beta reader and #1 supporter <3
CONGRATULATIONS ON 2.5K (^-^) i just wanna say that i go on tumblr daily just to see if you've posted any prompts because not only do you write so well but you're also so nice to your prompters and followers and asks <3 My prompt would be a lil angst/a lotta fluff with Jeong Jaehyun + 🤍+ i'm sorry babe i didn't mean it
<3 thank you for the kind words hon. i hope this is ok the argument is super petty though 😭
it was genuinely a petty thing to storm out on, and yet when jaehyun says it, the frown only grows deeper on your face until you feel your throat dry up. the childish urge to ignore him only grows when your boyfriend reaches out to you, which you swiftly avoid to head to the living room.
“baby? you know that slipped out — i didn’t mean to make fun of it!” you roll your eyes, plunking down onto the sofa where mark, playing games, just shot you a terrified look. you don’t say anything after, though, merely glaring holes into the game he had going on with haechan downstairs.
jaehyun looked guilty, not guilty enough though, to have said something about your animal crossing island where you just started out. with one glance over to your switch, he couldn’t help but giggle and say something along the lines of why does your island look so small? you can hardly fit anything on it. to which you switched off your device to plop down next to a petrified mark.
“j-jaehyun hyung can you maybe, not block the screen?” your boyfriend ignores his pleas, still begging for your forgiveness while the younger member tries to swerve blindly on the mario kart route.
“i’m sorry, babe, i didn’t mean it!” you clicked your tongue once you hear it, stubborn as always which could be a hinder in your relationship from time to time. “i’ll buy you overcooked, how about that?”
your head snaps back to him, careful expression still shown to which he opens up the store right in front of your face, placing the game right into his cart and processing it all while the screen faces you. it wasn’t cheap, sure, and you could’ve simply bought it with your own money, sure, but jaehyun smiles at you triumphantly when you assume a less hostile position.
“do my laundry for the next month, too.” beside you, mark stifles a giggle and you turn to narrow your eyes at him, freaking the younger boy out. “and treat me to lunch everyday.”
your boyfriend accepts in an instant, shooting you a thumbs up (you were kidding...) before dragging you off the couch, right into the room.
“you know i was kidding, right? about the lunch part,” you sigh, looking longingly at the switch left on the bed. “just don’t be so mean next time.”
“i know, baby, i’m sorry. i think i just got teased too much by taeyong that i wanted to boast to someone.”
jaehyun yanks you into a hug after, all the while mumbling apologies into your hair that he won’t make fun of your island any more. for the next hours, all you did was build your island with jaehyun at your side, giving you kisses each time you unlocked a new item or character. it was a staple game in your relationship, where all you remember are memories of you in his arms while he sang the soundtrack into your ears in the early morning.
one day, you’re gonna have to make this come true with a home of your own.
genre: smut, fwb dynamic, porn w/ a mini plot , minor fluff at the end 😐
prompt: virgin!reader (f) x experienced!jaemin
word count: 5.2k
⚠ smut warnings: unprotected sex (don’t follow them, practice safe sex), size kink (petite mc), mirror sex fingering, mention of masturbation (sex toys), like one instance of edging, virgin kink (?), blowjob, mention of exhibitionism
a/n: this is my first work ever, and it took way too long to finish and make decent enough to publish. so yeah, DON’T JUDGE! i may or may not make edits afterwards. also i wrote mc as petite bc im really just writing her as myself lmfao
The sun has fallen asleep, leaving nothing but pitch-blackness for you to gaze at through the window of a bedroom that isn’t yours. The absence of noisy streets and sidewalks make the world appear empty and the black sky like a stage curtain that’s been drawn between the bedroom and the rest of the world— the sense of privacy only enhancing the scandalous situation you’ve put yourself in tonight.
But you know that tonight wasn’t a rash decision. You’re not yearning to lose your first time for the sake of being able to say that you finally did it. You’re not seeking to experience just pleasure. If that was the case, you would be back home in your own bed, performing the same routine of yours from any other restless night. Virginity has never equated to innocence, and you are the prime example of that.
Though you pride yourself in your independence and stress that you don’t need a relationship, you’ve grown tired of pretending your own touch was that of a man and keeping your erotic moments to yourself. You want someone to see you fucked out, to hear your lewd noises, to touch every inch of your body, to taste you.
The desperation has built up so much that you’ve resorted to asking your coworker to take your virginity.
Jaemin lies perfectly in the middle between a close friend and a stranger. You often close the store together and got along just fine, but that’s all there was to it. You might’ve thought he was cute when he first joined the crew, but so did everyone. High school girls visit often, only to order a free water and watch him from a distance while giggling and blushing among themselves. Of course, he pays no attention to them, but you find yourself rolling your eyes at the girls anyways. Sometimes, you like to entertain yourself by making him laugh or subtly placing your hand on his shoulder in front of them and seeing their reactions afterwards. It warms your heart knowing that you have a closer relationship with Jaemin than they do, even if the extent of it is just chatting with him during slow hours.
When he’s not nagging you about how to clean the store properly or teasing you for your height, his company is quite pleasant. You might even dare to say he’s your favorite coworker, just never to him. You like to think that you’re both past the stage of being acquaintances, but you’ve also never felt the need to extend the friendliness after you’ve clocked out. And it seemed that neither did he.
“You sure you wanna do this?” His question tears you away from being lost in your own thoughts. He locks the door behind him and joins you on his bed.
You nod in response, lowering your eyes to look at anything but him, “I just have expectations.” You admit it. You feel doubtful about Jaemin, or any man, being able to make you feel as good as you do by yourself. Maybe it’s your fault for indulging too much in fictional sex and recreating them in your fantasies. It would be foolish of you to think that it can actually be that good.
“Of?” He slightly leans back with the support of his arms behind him.
You almost scoff at his response, the answer being so obvious to you, “Having a good time? It would be disappointing if it turns out that I should’ve just stuck to my own hands.”
Almost at a loss of words, Jaemin sits up straight from his relaxed position with disbelief etched across his face. Maybe it’s the innocent look or the loneliness you seem to exude every shift, but he’s always had the impression that you're a virgin. But he just couldn't wrap his head around the idea of you touching yourself, even less so at your shamelessness to reveal it. He stares at you, letting his mind slip to images of you sprawled out on your bed, one hand finding home between your legs, face contorted with pleasure. The only thing he's left to wonder is the kind of sounds you make.
Snapping back to reality, he feels his cock twitch at his simple, short-lived imagination. “You touch yourself?” he manages to say without sputtering his words.
You look back at him with a slight roll of your eyes, “Who doesn't?”
Right then, something snaps in Jaemin. An immense urge to know more, to expand on this new image of you.
“Tell me how.”
It’s a demand. You’ve never heard his stern tone before, not even when customers throw a fit over a wrong order. Your shamelessness vanishes upon hearing the three words and the dominance behind the way they were said, while the shyness that Jaemin actually associates you with takes over. You couldn’t say anything. Describing your personal routine to him would feel embarrassing, putting you in a more vulnerable position that concerns you more than the fact that you’re about to have sex with him.
“Tell me how you touch yourself,” he repeats, just before he's struck by another idea, “Better yet, show me.”
You feel your eyes widen but immediately soften at a realization, “I can’t show you.”
“Can’t or won’t?”
“I can’t,” you argue firmly, “I use a vibrator, and I don't suppose you have one lying around here.”
A pause, then an exhale. He mutters some curse word to himself in frustration of the way his dick hardens with every new thing he’s learned about you. It’s already difficult for him to process that you regularly get yourself off. But now? He thinks you’re so, so dirty for going out of your way to purchase a sex toy for that. Were your fingers not enough? How needy could you be?
You, on the other hand, are trying to justify the small part of you that wishes there was a vibrator in the room. Isn’t that what you wanted? Didn’t you want to be seen in your dirtiest state? You could put on a little show for him to jack off to, exaggerating your moans and cumming right in front of him.
He clicks his tongue to imitate disappointment, “Is that what you’re spending your paychecks on? That doesn’t even count as touching yourself.”
Your eyebrows furrow in confusion. “Of course it does! What do you mean?” you protest, “I make myself feel good, don’t I?”
“You said you use your hands, pretty girl. And a toy…” he trails off with a taunting voice. Pretty girl? Your heart skips a beat at the pet name, but you ignore it and cross your arms in annoyance. Well, if he’s going to be technical about it…
“I use my hands to hold the toy,” you say matter-of-factly, to which Jaemin lets out a laugh, finding your lame argument cute.
“Do you finger yourself?” he asks abruptly, a smile still lingering from his laugh.
You feel your face heat up and you shift uncomfortably on the bed. You could only bring yourself to shake your head in embarrassment. Discovering that his previous assumption was incorrect, he’s shocked but intrigued, “You use a toy before your own fingers? Such a dirty-”
“It's easier!” you huff, interrupting him. You glance at the window again and mumble, “My fingers don’t even feel good. I can barely fit two of them in.”
Jesus, Jaemin thinks to himself, letting his mind picture how tight you could possibly be. Your hands and fingers are already so dainty, and you can’t even take them? God, you are going to be the death of him. You feel the bed space next to you rise, then sink in a different area. You turn your head to see that Jaemin has maneuvered himself to the opposite side of the bed, his back facing you.
“C’mere. Stand in front of me.”
You quirk an eyebrow at his request but still make your way around the bed. As soon as you face him, he grabs your hips, twirls you around, and plops you down on the bed between his thighs. It all happens so fast, you gasp and your stomach flutters at the simple touch. Only then do you notice the skinny, full-length mirror across from you. It perfectly captures you nestled under Jaemin’s larger frame.
“I want you to keep your eyes on the mirror. Think you can do that for me?” he rasps in your ear, burying his face in the crook of your neck and planting gentle kisses. Lips so soft, they resemble the way that silk sheets feel on skin. The way that you never want to leave them in the morning. A mousy “okay” slips out of your lips between shallow breaths.
You feel him smile in satisfaction against your neck, “Spread your legs, baby.”
You comply, but it apparently wasn’t enough. He places his hands on your inner thighs and separates them further. “Cute dress. Wore this for me?” he asks while reaching for the hem of your babydoll dress, which ran much shorter because you adjusted the straps. You nod your head, unabashed of admitting you wanted to look nice just for him.
He chuckles in response and bunches the dress up around your torso, revealing pink cotton panties with a dark patch right at the center where your pussy would be. He marvels at the sight through the mirror, running his middle finger down your slit over the underwear and its damp spot.
“Is this for me, too?”
You whimper under his touch, seeing his touch right in front of you. The mirror gives you a different point of view that drives you wild. This is what it would look like if someone were to walk in right now. Jaemin shoves his hand down your underwear, entirely feeling your wet cunt. He groans as he lets his fingers get soaked in your arousal, slipping them between your folds.
“Jaem...” you breathe, your hand automatically grabbing at his wrist. Not to stop him, of course. You’re just not used to being completely under someone’s physical control. But the sensation of another person’s hands becomes both unfamiliar and familiar. Like it feels so right, well-deserved, and meant-to-be. Like the feeling of finally achieving something you’ve been longing for years.
You cry out as a finger finds its way to your core, while Jaemin’s breath hitches at how tight you squeeze around just a single digit. The feeling went straight to his dick as he thinks about what your pussy would feel like around it instead.
“Oh, baby… What am I gonna do with you? How are you even gonna take me?” he groans, not making a single movement with his finger, almost like he’s relishing the feeling, “I guess everything about you is so small, Shortcake.” He laughs to himself and places a kiss to your shoulder.
The height comment doesn’t even phase you in this moment, not when he has his hand in between your legs. Not when he’s questioning the same thing you’ve been worrying over, how were you going to take him?
“If you put another one in, it’ll hurt,” you warn once he begins to gently move his finger in and out. You already know it. The most you’ve gone was two of your own fingers, and even then, it didn’t do anything for you but hurt. Jaemin’s fingers are thicker, longer, able to reach deeper but stretch you out further. His middle finger alone has you writhing in his hold, needing more but also fearing it.
“I’ll go slow,” he promises but completely removes his finger, immediately causing you to whine. Laughing at your reaction, he lightly slaps your inner thigh, “Be a little more patient, will you?” Before you could protest, his finger travels upward to rub your clit in small circles— a stimulation you’re too familiar with, but nevertheless makes you instantly buck your hips in pleasure. The sudden jolt of your body tells you, this is not slow at all. But it feels too good to argue with him.
“J-Jaemin…” You feel yourself gush out more juices onto your panties and his hand, “Faster, p-please.”
As soon as he picks up the pace, your moans get louder, your body squirms in bigger movements, a knot forms in your stomach and tightens by the second. The lewd image of yourself in front of you only pulls the cord harder. You could cum just like this, you think. And for a second, you wonder if Jaemin could read your mind because he suddenly stops. You let out another whine at the emptiness, and you almost feel like crying, “No, no, no, no, no… Why would you do that?”
“Can’t have you cum like this. It’s too easy,” he answers.
“I like easy.”
“I know you do. It’s why you never give that goddamn vibrator a break,” he sasses, his tone reminding you of his nagging habit at work, “Just needed to prep you. Make you all needy so you can cum around my fingers instead.”
The idea is far-fetched to you, but seeing how confident he is about accomplishing it, you couldn’t say no.
“Good girl,” he murmurs, hooking his fingers on the waistband of your underwear, “As cute as these are, they’re too constricting. I wanna see you.” He drags them down and swallows hard upon seeing a string of arousal connecting from your core to your panties, stretching longer and thinner the farther down he pulls. After discarding them to the side, he takes two fingers in the shape of a “V” and spreads your lips to really see all of you. He licks his lips and stares in admiration through the mirror. So pink and glistening in your wetness.
“Didn’t know you had such a pretty pussy, baby.”
“Jaem! Shh,” you scold in embarrassment of his comment.
“What?”
“Your words are so… vulgar,” you reply with a slight pout. He can’t help but smile, amused by your innocence. You might have had orgasms by yourself, learned about a variety of kinks, watched and read filthy content to get yourself off, but physical intimacy is an entirely different field that you have no experience in. Dirty remarks aren’t new to you, but them being made towards you is different.
Jaemin would be lying if he says that he doesn’t find it cute. The way you’re already corrupted with salacious thoughts— Hell, you corrupted yourself— but the smallest touches and the simplest of words dazes you. He leaves you breathless, clingy, putty in his hands. And knowing that he’s the first person to have you like this excites him even more. He wants your first memory of sex to be of him. To make you feel so good that you’ll be constantly comparing your future sexual partners to your first one.
“What word? Pretty?” he teases, his middle finger sneaking between your folds again, “Or pussy?” He dips it in your core just like he did moments ago. You moan when he curls it to hit that sweet spot you were never able to reach and stimulates it by using the “come here” gesture. He inhales deeply at the feeling of your walls clenching around him. So soft, warm, wet, tight. So perfect.
He realizes that he has yet to receive some kind of stimulation too because his focus has been all on you. But he has to spoil you for your first time, doesn’t he? He starts grinding his clothed dick against your ass, cursing at the much needed sensation. His other hand reaches for one of your dress straps, sliding it off your shoulder. Even in the midst of the pleasure, you notice what he’s trying to do and assist him by taking your arms out from under both straps. He pushes the top part of your dress down, just underneath your bare breasts. Cold air sweeps across them, nipples perking up instantly. You watch him in the mirror as he cups and squeezes your left breast, in awe of him multitasking between fingering your pussy, groping your chest, and rubbing himself against you. But you want to add a little more to his plate. As tight as you already are around his finger, you still feel like you have room for him to fill you up even more.
“A-Another one, please?” you beg, placing your hand over his, almost to guide him into adding another finger. But you don’t have to.
“Sure thing, baby.”
You cry out at the stretch and the sight through the mirror of your pussy sucking his fingers in. It doesn’t hurt like you expected. You don’t know how, but it’s different from the times you tried to do it by yourself. You’re euphoric. It finally feels good.
“Hurt?” Jaemin asks, checking to make sure your whines were of pleasure and not pain. You shake your head vigorously, afraid he would stop if he mistakenly found a sign of discomfort. He smiles, almost like he’s proud of you— and himself, of course— and immediately moves his fingers faster in the same motion as before.
You gasps and moans become irregular as both of your hands grip the bedsheets on either side of you. Jaemin is knuckles-deep, pace never faltering. The knot from before ties itself again, and you can’t seem to take your eyes off the mirror. Off of yourself. Your mouth slightly agape, eyelids fluttering, the mess between your legs, arousal covering your inner thighs and dripping into Jaemin’s hand and bedding. A visible wet patch forms beneath you.
“Jaemin!” you yelp, squirming more in his hold as you inch closer and closer to your climax, not taking a second to breathe, “I’mcummingI’mcummingI’mcummingI’m-!” The knot snaps and your body stiffens, eyes squeeze shut on their own, thighs violently shake, pussy tensing around his fingers.
It only lasts for a second or two. But as your body relaxes, you gently roll your hips to ride it out, sighing and moaning softly in satisfaction. Once you stop, you slowly open your eyes to see Jaemin gaping at you in the mirror with his fingers still deep inside of you. God, did he need to fuck you right now.
“Jaemin?” you say, turning your head up at him to get his attention.
“Hm?” He removes his digits, now coated in a white-tinted, sticky substance. He holds them up to your mouth, urging you to taste yourself. You scrunch up your nose, disgusted at the idea of tasting something that came out of your body. He shrugs at your decline and nonchalantly sticks his own fingers in his mouth and sucks them clean with no hesitation. It’s like he’s done it a million times, and you wouldn’t doubt it if that’s the case.
Taking notice of your vacant stare towards him, he laughs as he pushes away stray hairs from your face, “Hellooo? Shortcake? Came so hard you’re blanking?”
You blink, searching for the lost thought before shyly asking, “Can I suck you off?” Your voice is so tiny and sweet; it contrasts with the way you use it to make such dirty requests. Jaemin loves it.
You were never actually planning to perform oral sex, as it’s not something you want to do with just anyone. You consider it a very intimate (almost romantic) act, to give pleasure but not receive any back. Something only people who love each other do, you thought. But isn’t that what Jaemin’s been doing all night with you? Perhaps you were wrong because you, yourself, found a craving to do the same. Neither one of you could tell if you just wanted the experience or if you genuinely would get off on making him feel good. Either way, how can Jaemin say no? Sure, he wants to fuck you, but he couldn’t turn down the chance to see your mouth stuffed with his cock. To see you look up at him with doe eyes, tear-stained cheeks, and smudged mascara. To feel your warm, wet mouth around him. A similar, but not close enough, feeling to your pussy.
Without saying a word, he unbuckles his belt while you sink down to the floor on your knees. He scoots himself closer to the edge of the bed before tossing his pants away. His length— now hard and angry like it’s been waiting too long for a release— slaps up against his stomach as soon as he removes his underwear. Precum leaking from the tip. A prominent vein running down from the tip to the base. You moan softly just from seeing it.
“It’s pretty,” you whisper, gazing in awe.
Jaemin chuckles like it was a ridiculous thing for you to say, even though you were basically reciprocating his compliment from earlier. “I think it would look a lot prettier in your mouth.”
You giggle like the high school girls who frequently come to see him at work, and the fluttery stomach makes an appearance again.
“Can I touch?”
“Don’t have to ask,” he mutters, spreading his legs wider. Your nervous hand ever so slowly reaches for the base of his cock, gently closing a fist around it. You hear a grunt from above you, and you smirk at the power you’re holding over him in this moment. A soft palm caressing the rest of his length when you move it upwards to rub your thumb over the head, smearing the precum in the process.
“Fuck,” Jaemin croaks, bending his neck back and closing his eyes, “Do something.”
You cutely plant a quick kiss on the tip with a smile, “Teach me?”
Jaemin is undeniably a patient person. If he wasn’t, he would not be spending his time with a virgin, and he most definitely wouldn’t be getting off on having to teach you. Though he’s not sure how well he’ll be able to do that while watching you in the position that you’re in.
“Y-Yeah, fuck. Yeah, of course.”
He instructs you to spit on it first. The messier and wetter, the better. Obediently, you gather as much saliva as you can in your mouth and hover over his dick to let it drop in a long string. Jaemin grabs your hand and places it around himself, guiding it as he pumps himself before letting your hand continue on its own.
A groan emerges from the back of his throat, followed by a line of curses when you finally wrap your lips around him. You bob your head up and down, you gather more saliva to let seep onto his shaft. Whatever you couldn’t fit in your mouth you pump with your hands, mimicking what you’ve seen in porn.
“Hollow your cheeks. Use your tongue,” he directs, panting heavily. You do as he says, pulling back a little to suck on the sensitive tip and swirling your tongue on the underside of it. He hisses and holds onto the back of your head, tangling his fingers in your hair. But you pull away for a second to tease him.
“Like that?” you ask innocently.
Eyes still shut, his heart does somersaults at your voice and words, “S-Shit, yeah. Just like that. Keep going.” He loves how much of an effort you’re putting in to please him. Following his instructions, making sure you’re doing everything to his taste, trusting him to do whatever he wants with you. Completely on your hands and knees for him.
Once you continue, he drops his head to glance down at you and almost cums on the spot. Plump, velvety lips in a perfect ring around his cock. Saliva dribbling down from both corners of your mouth. Muffled moans sending vibrations up his length. Big, innocent eyes staring right back at him, occasionally closing when you struggle to take him deeper. You manage to let him hit the back of your throat, causing you to gag, but it doesn’t stop you.
“Oh G-God… F-Fuck, ‘m gonna cum, baby-”
His groans get throatier, breathing turns quicker, curses spew out more frequently. He’s so, so close, and he knows it— which also means that he knows he has to stop you before it happens. It takes everything in him to lightly push you off his cock, leaving it throbbing and glazed with your saliva. Despite denying his own release, he smiles to himself as he just sits there, out of breath.
“You’re too good enough for your first time, you know that?” he praises, tilting your head up by holding your chin between his fingers. He swipes his thumb across your bottom lip, wiping off any drool.
You pout, resting your hands on his knees, “If I’m so good, why’d you make me stop?”
“Because I’d rather cum in your pussy,” he tells you with a grin. He peels off his T-shirt, exposing a set of abs you did not expect. God, you want to touch his body so badly. Mirroring his actions, you start to remove your dress completely, but he stops you.
“Leave it. Wanna fuck you with it on.”
He picks you up from the floor with ease to lay you down on his bed, making sure the dress is bunched up around your stomach. He positions himself between your legs, pumping his cock a few times before lining it up with your hole.
“It won’t fit,” you remind him while he lifts your legs up in the air.
“I’ll make it fit,” he counters with confidence, but then he drops his voice to a whisper, “Just tell me if it hurts.”
You nod your head, close your eyes, and wait for the pain like you usually do whenever you receive a shot at the Doctor’s. As soon as you feel the tip push in, your eyes shoot open and you gasp. The stretch burns, you admit, but the feeling of his fleshy member grazing your walls is pleasing enough to cover it. Jaemin stills to give you a moment to adjust, but to his surprise, you buck your hips up as an attempt to make him sink in deeper. He moans at the sudden force and the fact that you just tried to take some control. He wants to pound into you, really, but you’re just so fragile to him. Delicate and tiny, like a single petal that’s been torn away from a flower.
“Fuck, what happened to going slow?”
“Need you now,” you say breathlessly, “Please.”
The squelching noise of your juices emanates throughout the room as Jaemin begins to thrust in and out. Discomfort gradually diminishes, and you wrap your legs around his waist to pull him in closer.
“God, you feel so fucking good,” he sighs, bringing his left hand up to hold onto the headboard behind you. You mewl in response, indicating that the feeling is mutual. He lifts your hips slightly higher off the bed, angling his cock to hit the same spot from earlier before speeding up his movements. You squeal at the change, as the stimulation intensifies and builds up faster. Your high-pitched moans mix in with his deep grunts.
His eyes fixate on the way your breasts bounce in synchronicity with his thrusts, while you look down to watch his cock bury inside you over and over again. Your arms previously sprawled above you, you take both of them and grip onto his biceps for dear life while he pounds into you. The bed beneath the two of you creaks so loudly, you’re sure anyone else in the house could hear. You shut your eyes, partly as an attempt to block out any idea that challenges your privacy with Jaemin, and partly because it just feels so fucking good. You couldn’t help it.
“You’re so cute like this,” he whispers, almost inaudible, “Feels good, yeah?”
“Mmhm…” You suddenly become incapable of producing words, only noises of pleasure. You open your eyes, making eye contact with Jaemin as your sweaty bodies slap against each other and your moans overlap. It almost feels like a game to see which one would be the first to break it, and you want to win it.
“Jaemin,” you breathe, “I thought about you… whenever I touched myself.”
You wait for a reaction as he registers your words. He couldn’t believe his ears. He wants to halt his thrusts, but he doesn’t dare. All this time? After every closing shift together, you go home and touch yourself to him? Moaning out his name? Yearning for this exact moment with him? Cumming from the thought of him? You’ve been wanting this, haven’t you? Your neediness almost makes him laugh.
“Always knew you had a little crush on me, Shortcake,” he taunts, smacking your ass.
Crush? To shut him up, you squeeze around him, and he lets out a louder groan. His eyebrows furrow and his eyelids turn heavy until they completely close. He’s not stupid. He knows you did it intentionally. Unexpectedly, he grabs your hips and relentlessly slams into you. His actions so forceful you think the bed might actually break.
You begin wailing out his name in between broken moans, completely overwhelmed by the pleasure. You grasp the pillow your head is resting on for support, but the thrusts are so hard, you have a hard time trying to hold on for more than a few seconds. That all-too-familiar feeling in your stomach reappears for the third time tonight, but it seems more intense now than any other time.
You babble that you’re about to cum while Jaemin tries his hardest to hold his release until you have yours. But you involuntarily squeeze around him over and over again, causing him to stutter his movements. Reasonably, he thinks you’re doing it on purpose again, “Stop doing that.”
“Jaem, I can’t help it,” you whimper just as you feel your climax approaching closer, “Y-You’re gonna make me-”
You cut yourself off when your spine arches and your head throws back, scalp digging into the plush pillow as deep as possible. The feeling washes over you, traveling up to every part of your body. The sight sparks something in Jaemin. His eyes so full of lust, as he savors the moment in front of him. He’s the first person to give you an orgasm (besides yourself, of course), and he tells himself that he will never let go of that.
You don’t even make a sound aside from the heavy breathing that follows your orgasm and the sloppy, wet thrusts as Jaemin chases his own. Your body trembles, too sensitive from your climax.
“Jaem…” you squeak, breath quickening again after you just calmed down.
“I know, I know. Just hold out for me a little longer, okay? ‘M almost there,” he reassures, kissing your collarbone. His irregular pace indicates that he’s nearing. You feel his dick twitch inside you before a loud groan erupts from him, “Fuuck.”
You softly moan with him as he empties himself inside you, his body going limp. He rolls beside you, resting a hand behind his head while he catches his breath. You shift onto your side to face him, tracing your finger along the grooves of his abs. He truly looks like a beauty, despite the disheveled hair and sweatiness.
“Hey, Jaemin?”
“Mm?” He looks at you with glazed eyes.
“Thank you,” you whisper, nuzzling your face in his naked chest.
He smiles at your gratitude, even though he feels like he should be the one thanking you. He wraps an arm around you, fingertips brushing against your hot skin.
sugar daddy jaemin is so hot like HOT H O T. can you write more 🥺
i didnt see this when i wrote that jaem & johnny drabble btw sorry ashdfhj, also idek what im writing, hope this is ok lol!
warnings: sugar daddy!au, dom!jaemin, sub!reader, bit of daddy kink, sir kink, breeding/creampie, cowgirl, sorta mating press, blowjob, deep throating, face-fucking, oral (m receiving), overstimulation, aftercare
taglist: @goingbananasoverpotassium
N///SFW UNDER THE CUT, MINORS DNI!!!
“but jaem…” in front of you is a pendant, a birthstone that you ranted to jaemin on a random dinner in an event. it was a lost memory to you, laughing it off amongst whiskey that didn’t even taste that nice, but jaemin’s hand on your thigh was enough to give you at least a bit of comfort.
the other remembered, making sure that the stone was crafted and wrapped by the finest hands until it’s finally reached the doorstep of the Na household. in a nice little box like he requested, his initials burned into the crystal like he requested. it made him giddy, his initials on your stone that represents the day you were born — one day he’d just have to convince you to tattoo his name on you.
name tattoos were never a good thing, but it was a good thing that he was never letting you go.
“look at the back, doll,” your gasp was like music to his ears, the N.J.M. makes you smile and that makes jaemin shift in his suit. he feels hot.
“it’s beautiful, jaemin, but don’t you think this is too expensive?”
the other pouts, “are you rejecting my gifts now, hon? you bein’ ungrateful?”
your mouth hangs open, and you shake your head frantically. it didn’t help that jaemin would always tease you about taking his black card away, and when he actually did it, you spent the day sulking. it was a lesson well learnt, but other times, jaemin also really liked joking around.
“’m just kidding,” jaemin hums, flashing you a bright smile that makes your heart skip a beat, “do you like it? and don’t you dare call it too expensive.”
“nothin’ is too expensive for my girl.” the declaration has you flushing, cheeks hot from the compliment that you can’t help but throw your arms around him as thanks. his body is hot hot, an observation that doesn’t go unnoticed by you until your body is fully pressed up against him. he hates three-piece suits all of a sudden, he hates dressing up for events, he hates going for tailor appointments. he just wished that he was naked, feeling up every part of you.
it’s become unbearable. “where would you want to wear it, angel?”
“u-uh,” his lip brushes against your ear, “anywhere you’d like, jaem.”
“really? hm… then maybe i should make you wear it on your neck. classic, but i get to see it as you ride me. or maybe you would like it on your wrist? for when you’re jerking me off.” the thoughts of those two scenarios excite you more than you’d like to admit, pressing your thighs together. his whispers become your main reason of the arousal forming between your legs, “or maybe on your ankles? so i can hear it right beside my ears when your legs are on my shoulders.”
you smile just a little at all the possibilities, “why not all?”
jaemin only calls you a little minx, unable to take what she dishes out. that much rings true when the other bottoms out in your throat, causing you to gag uncomfortably around his huge cock. the guttural sounds point to your discomfort, but jaemin only forces it down your throat more — you’d say the safe word like you always gone through if you didn’t like it.
the sensation becomes better after a while, nose buried in the short tufts of hair on his pelvis until he pulls you off of him and then right back at where you started. jaemin groans when you get the message, hands clutching tightly onto his exposed thighs as you start to deep-throat him.
“am i doing good, sir?” jaemin shakily exhales, thumbs travelling under your eyes to wipe at the tears that’s formed at the corner of your eyes. the chain that came with three lengths holds the pendant he gifted you, dangling like a reminder of his love for you and his love to spoil you like a stubborn reminder. it makes such a memorable sound that jaemin would make you wear it each time you go at it like rabbits.
“you’re doing perfect, sweetheart.” he praises, smiling slightly when he sees you working harder on his cock. “c’mon, use your hands, now.”
you obey, beginning your cycle of bobbing your head and using both hands to cover his dick. you twist, squeeze, everything to provide the best for na jaemin. moaning out, he tangles his hands in your hair, the blowjob becoming so sloppy that drool drips from the side of your mouth. you slurp up his pre-cum, providing such lewd, obscene noises in his bedroom.
“mhmm- your cock always tastes so good, sir,” you comment, switching back to placing your hands around his ass to anchor yourself. jaemin catches the hand that dons the bracelet, letting your other one hold on for dear life.
“yeah? is that so?” you’re face-fucked in the next second, mouth being a cocksleeve for jaemin as he uses your mouth like a toy. it’s the second best place compared to your cunt, but he doesn’t like to compare. while your mouth is warm and wet, so is your pussy, but nothing quite gets him going like the way you clench your tight, little hole around him. “that’s it, take daddy’s dick.”
you moan around him, pleasantly surprised at the name change. vibrations shoot through his body, spurring his hips on while he fucks your mouth and you take it so well like a good girl that he stops himself. he pries you off in a second and ignores your protests, cheeks lovingly caressed by his ring-adorned fingers.
“it’s okay- it’s okay, jus’ wanna feel you around me, ‘kay?” jaemin reassures you as he pulls you atop him, paralysing you slightly by tracing a finger along your pussy lips. it sends a surge of pleasure up your spine, and while you know you’re always an open hole for jaemin, the sharp plunge of his dick into you stretches you out so well. it’s just a little painful from the sudden intrusion, but once jaemin rocks into you, everything melts away.
and all you know is jaemin, jaemin, jaemin.
“want princess to cum first. you can do that, can’t you?” you nod eagerly, “but. i’ll need you to switch your bracelet out, baby. daddy’s hands are full.” you know he’s just making it harder for you once he starts thrusting, non-dominant hand slipping on the clasp every time. it’s even harder that you keep getting distracted by how his cock pistons into your pussy.
“a-ah! sir, c-can’t! it’s too much!”
“don’t disappoint me now, baby. and here i was... hnn- thinking about giving you my babies.” jaemin cooed, pelvis never resting even when he sees you struggling with the pendant. you finally manage to unclasp it, but you reach blindly around for the longer chain, grasping at the sheets, the pillows. there!
your whimpers hasn’t stopped one bit, looping the pendant through as jaemin’s hands move from your ass to your torso. jaemin loves to taunt, and he does just that when your hands reach behind to secure the clasp, snapping his hips a little hard right into your cunt. it draws out a long moan and a sick grin from the older, eyes swirling with how easily your body reacts. it’s a wonder jaemin hadn’t proposed yet. your hole squeezes him, the brief stilling of the other allowing you to secure the now necklace.
“ride me now, princess.” it flips a switch inside, and your hips slam down onto the other’s, creating such lewd noises that only professionals could dream of, juices slowly leaking from your thighs to stain jaemin’s. and once again, he becomes mesmerised with the pendant hanging above him as a reminder that you’ve got him wrapped around your finger.
“wanna cum? hm? are you close?” jaemin asks, countering your hips with his own and you nod furiously, humping the air to get any form of friction against your clit. he sees your struggle, pressing a single finger against it and you whine like a bitch in heat, pulling the knot in your stomach tighter and tighter. “come on, pretty girl, cum for me. cream my cock-“
it snaps, eliciting a scream out of you at the knot coming undone. you shiver and tremble, gushing all over his length that’s drenched with your cum. but the thrusts don’t stop, they always never do, driving you into overstimulation even when you’re crying out too much, s’too much, daddy! jaemin shamelessly admits that he likes daddy as much as sir; maybe he’ll add it to his baby’s vocabulary.
“hold your legs up for me like a good girl, still have ta’ cum.” jaemin flips you over and like always, he boasts the skill of his fingers, taking out the necklace and searches for the shorter chain, all while his shaft moves in and out. he’s reaching his end, but the anklet next to his ears is what drove him to pay loads to get the pendant done, and with new positions in his mind, he’ll be damned if he doesn’t fuck you in the one position that’s inspired all this in the first place.
“oh- fuck, i can’t take it, daddy!” jaemin loses grip, a whimper escaping just a bit at how your sensitive, puffy pussy clenches, and the ringing in his ears feel like ecstasy. he remembers watching N and J and M being carved into your birthstone and he replays your shocked reaction. if you were willing to give your all to him, then this was his way of claiming you as his, along with cumming deep inside your cute, wet cunt.
“almost there, bunny. gonna cum in ya, that okay?” once again, you fail on words and rely on your nods, the coldness of the chain settling around your ankle not doing much to pull you away from how your pussy felt sore. “gonna make me a daddy, fuck-!”
jaemin presses his body weight down onto yours, in the process, pushing your knees right up to your chest before groaning out loud. his tip shoots out his semen right up your womb, so much so that it oozes out of your cunt even after he pulls out. the ringing of your pendant stops, obviously, but the memory is already locked away safe in jaemin’s mind as he sighs tiredly.
“you okay?” he’s tender after sex, massaging the skin around your cunt that feel like it’s been driven to the point of exhaustion. you are, too, eyes barely kept open. but you want to drink in jaemin, tugging him closer with your legs.
“just great. now… about making you a daddy…”
a wave of panic flashes across jaemin’s face, “shit. wait, did i misread it? did you actually shake your h-“
giggling, you take his face into your palms, “no! naaah, i meant it. we can’t be so sure, right?”
«LOVE YOURSELF 承 ‘HER’ is an expression of the anxiety and elation of love, told in the unique style of BTS. The “love” that BTS aims to convey in the LOVE YOURSELF series is both the individual experience of a boy growing into adulthood and a message of peace and unity to our society today. In the mini album 承 ‘HER’ that begins this new narrative, the image of boys in love for the first time are expressed in a refreshing and cheerful take that aims to talk about the topic of “love” while immersed in a coming-of-age tale.»
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Jeno, the man you have fallen for. It was love at first sight.. as cliché as it sounds, but it is truth. You loved him from the first second you’ve laid eyes on him. he simply took your breathe away.
He too fell deep, you were like drug for him. you owned his heart, you had all the power in the relationship except the power to ruin it, he held it all, and used it.
He would ruin it and you will end it, before reuniting weeks later, a toxic cycle.
he claims to love you, but all he does is make you cry. you clime to love him, but all you do is walk away.
“I want to come Jaemin!” You said and threw your head back into the pillow out of frustration. This was now the third time he edged you and denied your orgasm. “I don’t like how you’re talking to me.” Jaemin looked at you sternly, his eyes dark and holding so much dominance. He traced his fingers over your core with light pressure, teasing you even more after already being so sensitive and wet. “Please Jaemin I need you inside of me.” You knew he wanted you to beg for him, to hear you say how much you need him.
He placed his fingers on your clit and moved them in fast motions. Mind racing as he kept strict eye contact with you, you were wondering how long your body will be able to keep up with this. “Can I please come, I’ll do anything!” You repeatedly begged as you felt your orgasm approaching again. As expected Jaemin pulled his fingers away before you could come. You cried out in frustration. He really enjoyed edging you and seeing you like that, such a cute mess only for him.
Before you could voice out your frustration, Jaemin was already pulling you down by your hips and placed the tip of his dick at your entrance. “You’re gonna take me like a good girl?” He moved his dick up and down your pussy, the tip of his dick occasionally stimulating your clit. You just wanted him to finally be inside of you and fuck you. “Yes, that’s all I want please fuck me.” You nodded yes repeatedly, mouth almost watering at how sexy Jaemin looks.
He wasted no more time and slid his cock in. You both gasped when it first slipped in, due to you already being more than just wet was it easy for Jaemin to enter your pussy. Jaemin admired the sight of your bedroom eyes for a second before he started moving inside of you. You felt close faster than expected due to your orgasms being denied earlier, it was almost embarrassing. “What? Already coming? Did you want me that bad?” He groaned when you moaned his name in response, just motivated him to go faster and harder. You gasp out when your first orgasm of the night hit, looking at Jaemin through heavy lids he showed no signs of stopping or slowing down. Fucking you through your orgasm, you felt weak and overwhelmed. Your legs started shaking a little and your core was burning mixed with pleasure. “You wanted this right? Now take it all like a good girl.” Jaemin said and stuck his tongue into the side of his cheek.
Well, he was right, it would be a lie if you told him you wanted him to stop.
He bent down for a kiss, not once stopping the movements of his hips. Pounding into you non stop whilst having his tongue down your throat. You felt tears at the brim of your eyes because of the overwhelming pleasure, trying your best to breathe as well. Jaemin pulled his lips away and focused on keeping a steady rim. “Shit. Look how small you’re compared to me.” His comment caught you off guard, not in a bad way though. You looked down to where his eyes were fixated on the bulge of his dick inside your lower belly. “I’m gonna fuck you till one of us passes out.” He said smirking devilishly, you were in for it.
Startled by your sudden whimpers,your husband turned around to check up on you if you were having any difficulties sleeping. He faced you and in order to comfort you,he hugged your waist from behind only to realise that your whimpers were the side effect of nothing but your dream.Your wet,wet dream. He kept his head on the crook of your neck, listening to your lewd moans from so close got his erection to start rising.
He slowly moved one of his hands downwards from your waist to your pussy.slowly rubbing your clit,he started. Whatever you were dreaming of was making you feel horny and hornier. Meanwhile in reality,your moans literally caused your exhausted husband who worked hard all day and just wanted to sleep tonight peacefully to start wanting to rail you.
His fingers played with your clit for a while before sinking inside your hole. He slid two fingers right inside your sensitive pussy,fingering at a slow pace until he decided that he wanted you awake.
Your moans started to get more loud from both the pleasure that you were getting in your dreams and reality. Suddenly Jaehyun's fingers started to do their work roughly and hit your g-spot as he curled his fingers against it causing you to flick your eyes open.
"Oh my!Fuck,Jae-", you moaned at the pleasure as he smirked on your face.your hand started to grab his hair by tilting a little towards him. His fingers were merciless on your cunt and the volume of your moans went higher and higher.
"I can fuck you better than the me who was fucking you in your dreams",he said exhaustedly with his deep voice against your ears.
"When did I say that it was you who was fucking me in my dreams?",you teased him back in between your breathless moans,instantly watching his eyes get darker as his fingers stopped digging and started to curl themselves up inside your sensitive cunt and you almost screamed in pain.
"Shouldn't have said that,slut", he said before pulling out his fingers and slamming his cock inside without any further notice.
"You like it when I'm rough,don't you?",he asked you in-between the heavy punishment which you were getting.
"I like it however your give it to me,daddy",you surrendered breathlessly because you had succeeded in getting what you dreamt of anyways.
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