✮ ── CAN YOU FEEL IT? ⋆ NA JAEMIN。
⋮ ⌗ ┆概要 ⨾ your final year at uni has no place for commitment beyond your studies. after a gruelling week of being locked away in the library, your assignment submission calls for a treat - a pleasant surprise by the name of na jaemin.
uni student!罗渽民 𝔁 𝒻 .ᐟ读者 ── 3.2k explicit content ⋆ smut (mdni)、 protected sex (finally 😅)、 soft (condescending) dom!jaemin、 college/university au、 dirty talk、alcohol consumption、 size and bulge kink、 praise、 slight degradation、 dacryphilia、 petnames used: baby、 doll face、princess、 pretty girl、good girl. guest appearance by: yunjin (lesserafim).⌇ℳ.list
⋮ ⌗ ┆便条 ⨾ hi hiiiii! ฅ^>⩊<^ ฅ this idea has been sitting in my drafts for a minute and seeing the gap between posts gave me the kick in the butt i needed to (start) finish this :) i hope you enjoy! much loveeeee ᰔ
Your phone pings, the echoing notification spiking your anxiety levels to an all-time high.
Shaky hands attempt to collect your phone off your table, only for the device to clatter back to the surface in possibly the loudest sound ever. Cursing under your breath, you heave out a breath, eyes falling shut to observe an overdue moment of silence.
It’s no big deal. A guy coming over is not the end of all things. Jaemin is just some guy. He is no one that after a few back and forth texts, warrants the frenzied rabbiting in your chest. Your clammy hands wipe off against your bodycon midi dress, eyes still closed. It’s all fun, sex is meant to be fun. No overthinking, no overthinking.
You keep the mantra on repeat as your eyes adjust to the dim purple LED lighting of your room, finally checking the notification of the known recipient.
Jaemin: I’m here :) Which block are you in?
Thumbs type back your response, flicking off your phone in search of the unfinished drink. Vodka burns down your throat, the unequal mixture of lemonade hard to stomach but necessary evil. A confidence boost, some would say, because the idea of what will happen in the four walls of your dorm is something venturing far from your comfort zone. The burn loosens up your normally quiet personality, bringing forth the decisive and assured version of yourself you wish showed up more regularly. You cast the thought away to polish off your drink, keycard swiped off your desk before you storm out your door, heavy footsteps resonating through the carpeted corridor in your flat.
A few gallops down a flight of stairs take you to the main entrance of your accommodation's block door, jitters like static beneath your skin disappearing in place of stark shock sinking in your stomach at the sight before you.
You expected to find Jaemin lingering around the courtyard, unsure where the letters of different blocks would take him. Instead he’s on the opposite side of the door, eyes flared wide at the door you almost swung in his face. Mortification should wash over you, rushed apologies falling from your lips but you can’t bring yourself to do that. Or anything really, left dumbfounded by the man before you.
When you’d first match on a dating app, you are so sure he is either 1) a catfish or 2) accidentally swiped right on yours. He's too gorgeous, pretty brown eyes with a smile that glues you to your screen, drool possibly at the scene of the crime. His profile provides a glimpse into a man that feels too good to be true, his photography skills and undying love for his cats enough for you to question if it's all for appearance. Still, you find yourself swiping yes, because really, what did you have to loss except your dignity? Only, you didn’t lose your dignity, instead gaining the light flutter in your chest every time his name lights your screen. He says he's open to a long-term relationship, but most unserious men have that on their profiles too, so soon after some pleasantries, you skew the conversation towards more flirtatious undertones. You aren't looking for anything serious, the last year of university not ideal for something so permanent and despite drowning in work, you make space for your fun too. Which explains how four days later, you’re sat at a bar with your friend, nursing a pint after submitting a shared module’s assignment, your idea of celebration being scrolling through each other’s dating profile.
“This Jaemin guy you’re talking to,” Yunjin starts, swiping through the carousel of his pictures. “What are you doing sexting him? Get him over now.”
Alarmed, your wide eyes scan the outdoor area for scandalized looks, relieved to find out its only the two of you occupying the yellow-painted picnic benches. “A little louder, yeah?”
“You should fuck him,” she says, louder - with a cocky smirk. You can only shake your head, sliding over her phone. “Seriously though, what’s the hold up?”
“I’m scared,” is what comes out your mouth first, shoulders sagging as your head sinks into your hands. “It’s been a while since I’ve…entertained. And he’s…”
“A man,” she counters. “A beautiful one, but a man nonetheless. You having him over is a privilege for him - not the other way around.”
“Well, yeah but,” you sigh, shaking your head. “I don’t know. I’ll think about it.”
Your phone pings with Yunjin, your friend swiping familiarly through your phone, reading the received text. Her head shoots up, jaw on the floor.
“What?”
“He wants to meet tonight!” she huffs out amusement, manicured hand covering her open mouth. “Read it for yourself.”
She slides over your phone to you, muscles stiff in anticipation as you find the last of your texts, a simple question about plans for the day resulting in this:
Jaemin: Congrats on your submission, hope all goes well. If you’re up for it, we should celebrate together 🙂↕️
Your eyes nearly bulge out your head, lifting slowly to share your shock with Yunjin. “What the fuck?”
Her fist bangs on the table, a smile for miles. “The tricks you’re about to do on it…”
“I’m not getting on top for no one,” you yelp, scanning over the message in case it disappears. “What the actual fuck?”
“Don’t care. I’m calling you Simone Biles because you will be doing tricks on it,” she laughs, your eyes rolling automatically. “Answer him!”
“And say what? I’m out with you!”
Now it’s her turn to roll her eyes. “Pleaseeee. Do not use me as an excuse for being scared to meet the guy.”
It’s an exaggeration really, being scared to meet Jaemin or any hook-up, but it still generates the background hum of anxiety every time the idea looms.
“I’m not that scared,” you stress, weighing out your options. “And I don’t have any lectures tomorrow…”
“Exactly! I say, treat yourself. We’ve been hauled up in the library for a good week, the least you could do is treat yourself to a good view,” she winks over the table, giving her your side profile to hide your coy smile. “We finish these, I get us some shots and then you go meet him. Yeah?”
“My room isn’t very clean. I need to shower too,”
“I’ll come clean it while you shower.”
“What if it’s awkward?”
“Stick on a show before he comes in, so you’re not forced to talk. I don’t think what you say will deter him anyways,”
“What if it’s not good?”
“You uber to mine, we drink wine and laugh about it like we always do,” Yunjin reaches over the table, hands holding yours, reassurance in her steady grip. “Honestly, don’t sweat it. If you’re not up for it, then you don’t have to say yes. We can sit here longer and go watch Magic Mike at mine. Either way, you’ll be fine.”
And you’ve always been fine. Whether your hookup buried you in the sheets or left you in pure shock with his five minute thrusts, it was all fun, a learning experience that works to serve you. A service you’d maybe gone too long without.
“What should I say?” You bite back your grin, the same one on Yunjin’s face as you lean into each other, fretting over an answer that changes the course of your night’s actions.
It’s a bit of a blur - how you go from awkwardly greeting Jaemin at your block door to this - him laid out on your bed, hand behind his head with the other on your inner thigh. Sitting on your knees, you’re looking at him with pleading eyes, wishing he’d inch his hand up just a bit more with no more indication.
Music plays from your computer nearby, slow steady beats only adding to the sluggish tick of time, Jaemin’s gaze never having left yours as he asks. “What was your assignment on?”
“I don’t know,” is your honest answer. The topic is up in your brain somewhere, long forgotten as your eyes flutter down to his hand, watching his thumb caresses the exposed skin, hand under your dress. The mere visual makes your head spin. “It’s hard to think with…”
“My hand on your thigh?” Jaemin asks, no falter in his expression. You turn your head, growing heat settling beneath the apples of your cheeks. “Does it bother you?’
You cast him a look out the corner of your eye, daring to give him more of your face with eyes avoiding his. “I wouldn’t say bother...”
“Oh come on, pretty,” the nickname rolls off his tongue so easy, so sweet in your ears as his grip firms against your thigh, a squeeze enough to make your eyes meet. “Use your big girl words. Do you want me to take my hand off?”
“No.”
“Good. We’re getting somewhere,” his simper is pure satisfaction, but twists something dark in you, your throat bobbing before he speaks again. “Where do you want me to move it?”
That answer takes longer, mouth open to answer but nothing comes out. Not until your hand places ontop of his, shaking over his as your voice dwindles to a whisper. “Here?”
Your dress hikes upwards slightly, guiding his hand as he cups your cunt, the weight of his hand enough to pull a quiet whimper from you.
“Shit,” his eyes darken, his earlier nonchalance disappearing into the night. “You’re soaked through, baby. Is that all for me?”
Teeth make a home in your bottom lip, hips having a mind of their own as they grind up into his hand, a relieved exhale pushing out your chest. Not what you need, but enough to pick apart the growing tension building from within.
“Answer me, pretty.”
“Yes, Jaemin.” his name comes out in waves, your clit catching enough friction between his hand and your lace underwear to make you leak more. “It’s all for you. Been thinking of you so much.”
He adjusts himself on your bed, the outline of his cock making itself known through his straining trousers. You let your eyes linger longer than what's considered polite.
“Yeah? What about?”
You mewl, his thumb finding your clit. The rub through your underwear feels so good, but it's not enough. What you want is on the other side of your pride, swallowed whole as you utter your next words.
“You inside me. Stretching me…out.”
Hot humiliation runs to wash over you, only to be replaced with a cold shudder down your back at Jaemin’s reply. “You’d love that, wouldn’t you doll? Me following through with my promises?”
The raunchy texts he’s sent over the course of three days, scenarios of you bent over, taking him as he bullies his cock in you again and again. It fills you with sickening lust, hips moving in tandem with his hand, seeking more and more.
“I’ll do just that. Stretch you out because you’re my good girl,” he groans, shifting up higher against your wall of pillows. “Give me a kiss and I’ll make it all happen.”
In the lull of one song and another, your lips find his, moving together at a slow and tortured pace. It renders you helpless, moaning into his mouth as his hand remains between your trembling thighs, the brush of his teeth against your bottom lip drawing out sounds that make you blush.
You don’t recognise yourself, time passing by in fragments, oxygen depleting with every kiss. Before you know it, your thighs straddle Jaemin, him doused in hues of purple as he stares up at you with waning restraint, your dress hiked up all the way to your hips, nothing left to the imagination.
“Fuck,” he lets out, shifting with you in his lap. “Are you sure…about this?”
More sure than you’ve felt in a long while. “Yeah, I’m sure.”
It’s all the confirmation he needs, intimate kisses traded in the course of discarded clothes, items clattering to the floor as your bodies seek each other, the duvet cover cold against your naked back. Jaemin hovers over you, toned chest under the caress of your wandering hands, rolling on a condom before his tip traces your entrance, body folding into itself.
The teasing doesn’t last long before he’s pushing inside you, a sting of resistance burning your lower half in mild discomfort. In spite of the nerves that have you on high alert, you manage to navigate deep breaths into the reach of him, slick dripping down between the fold of your thighs, down to tainted sheets.
His hand quickly finds your clit, working you open with circular motions, the blend of stinging joy opening up something new and addictive, the feeling of him going further and further in you emptying all anxious thoughts that may have lingered.
“Oh?” Jaemin can’t hide his delight as his hand falls over the slight bulge in your stomach, quivering under his weight. “Can you feel it, princess? How deep I am?”
“S-so deep. Want-”
“Wanna take more?” he asks, temptation in the curve of his lips.
A coy nod is all you give, watching through a hazy lens as Jaemin moves your legs to his shoulders, the angle pushing a wheezed gasp out your chest.
You’re so full, fuller than you’ve ever experienced, the low hang on your jaw egging the cocky smirk on Jaemin’s face above you. Your walls mould to the shape of him, stressed by his size but welcoming him moments later, a steady motion building as he starts to rut his hips into you.
Submerged in bliss, your brain struggles to form words, reduced to watching as Jaemin’s gold cross necklace swings back and forth between the dip of his collarbones, his breaths laboured and moans plentiful.
“Can’t speak, doll face? Feel too good?” His tone is all mockery, but you’re buying into it, nodding with whines that can’t contain themselves. “Me too, pretty. Squeezing me so good, fuck.”
The aged bedframe creaks under the weight of his thrusts, cunt sounding off all your walls at the relentless pounding he gives you, a familiar heat brewing in your belly.
“I don’t know what’s better: your moans or the fact that this bed’s about to break,” he has the audacity to laugh in your face, lips chasing yours in a searing kiss you give back half-heartedly, too far gone to commit. “Can’t imagine what your neighbours are thinking now.”
You mewl into his mouth, sharing short breaths as you tighten at the thought. He feels how much you like the idea, smiling against your lips in an action that twists something so deep in you, nails flying to seek refuge in his back.
“That’s it. I’ve got you, baby. Gonna take good care of you - promise.” is something he mumbles between the two of you, ears ringing as the pleasure blooms in all cells of your body.
“Never felt-” your voice scratches out, brain a puddle between your ears. “So good.”
“Me neither, baby,” Jaemin heaves, the dare of his eyes staring into yours pressing your lips together in a muffled whine, your cunt clamping down on him once again. “Wanna fuck you all day, every day.”
The thought floats between the two of you, mixed in with guttural groans and skin-to-skin contact, a possibility cast aside momentarily at the draw of your eyebrows, a request from your lips having Jaemin pull out, his grip bruising against your hips as you give him your back, his cock easing back into you from behind with less burn, but more pleasure. Your eyes roll to the back of your head before your brain can prepare for anything, arms buckling from holding yourself upright as he fills you again, stretching you out with a tamed simmer, sensation travelling from your curled toes to your gaping mouth whisperinghis praises.
The feel of each other pours ecstasy out your mouths, room filling with starved sex sounds as Jaemin lets himself go, thrusting into you with purpose. He knocks every spot that makes you unsteady, the collapse of your body inevitable as he moves away from messy grinds to powerful thrusts. Desperate hands search for security in the form of pillows your face buries in, nails pulling at their covers as your body shakes under Jaemin’s touch, a lone fingertip traveling down from your nape down to your hips, hands securing themselves there to better bully his cock in you.
“Like when I pound you from behind, huh? When I tell you what you do to me,” Jaemin prompts, a string of yeses pulled out from you. “I know you do, angel.”
You turn your head to the side, squirming in his hold. “I-I can’t.”
“You can. You will, baby,” he replies, so assured that you have no choice but to believe him. “Look at you taking all of me. Come on, pretty thing - touch your clit for me.”
Bewitched, your arm stretches out beneath you, fingers collecting the mess between your thighs before you rub yourself with the little strength you have left, hips stuttering at the sheer gravity of your experience. Your lungs are hard pressed for oxygen, the nudge of Jaemin’s cock hitting corners that make your body tick like a timebomb, cunt working itself open to accept more and more, the drag of him filling you beyond compare.
You’re close, frustration co-existing with pleasure at the thought of this being over so soon, body overwhelmed, stomach in tatters as he re-arranges it for you, spilling drool and drawn out moans from you. Jaemin presses against your back, hot like a brand with lips hovering over the shell of your ear, hand on the bulge in your stomach.
“What, princess?” He coos from above you, tender yet knowing. “Is that where I am?”
You choke back a sob, unraveling with the slow tears trailing down your cheeks. Pressure engulfs you, body no longer yours as you take everything Jaemin gives you, the rhythm of his thrusts and the drag of his cock too much to bear.
You practically hear the smile in his voice when he says, “so pretty when you cry, doll face.”
Close like this, his tongue runs where your tears roll off, from your chin up to your lashes, the satisfied hum against your back the thing that undoes it all. You shatter to pieces, the bunched-feathers of your pillows absorbing your cries as your body detonates.
A few shallow thrusts are all Jaemin gives before he stills in you, filing the condom with a deep groan that awards him a weak clench. Swimming in your blurred thoughts, your scorching skin receives a single kiss between your shoulders, Jaemin’s voice muffled in the distortion of your hearing.
“Did so good, princess. So perfect for me."
It’s praise that sticks with you, along with other events of the night. It cements itself as the start of something new, your relationship changing from late night calls to something more permanent, his smile like sunshine as he watches you cross the gymnasium stage, cap and gown on as you leave behind good memories in search for more.
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