Hi this is my first time asking a req. can you write about dilf! Ceo Jaemin cheating on his wife in his fail marriage with his female secretary.
Just them fking in the office gym shower stall, her sucking Jaemin off while he is online meeting and him slapping his secretary face with his cock after tht. Riding Jaemin after office hour while he purposefully call his wife just to rub the salt into her wound that he is breeding other woman than her.
…this is kinda messy…idk u can take the wheel
.+*after hours || na jaemin.
+*pairing: TOXIC CHEATER dilf/ceo!jaemin x secretary!reader
+*wc: 1.6k
+*contains: explict sexual content, pwp, dom / sub dynamics, p in c ( wrap before u tap ), manhandling, impact play, emotionally manipulative/abusive jaemin, infidelity, degradation, rough sex, shower sex, oral ( m. rec ), breeding, and power imbalance. DO NOT READ IF ANY OF THESE TW BOTHER YOU.
synopsis: jaemin was never the kind of man that you took as honorable and respected. many would probably say he’s more feared and hated. he does whatever he wants and gets whatever he wants. it’s not a surprise to anyone when they notice that his fifth secretary (you) is hot as hell and the next thing lined up on his to do list.
m i k a 🌷: i really appreciate such detailed requests. gives me something to really run with while i write! ALSO kinda hurt my heart to write such a toxic and evil jaemin… sort of had to dissociate and get into the character of anon’s request. i hope this is what anon envisioned <3
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m a s t e r l i s t .
your lipstick’s barely dry when he walks in.
tie loosened, sleeves rolled up, still in his three-piece suit like he owns the entire fucking floor—and he does. ceo na jaemin, the man you were hired to assist. except somewhere between fetching schedules and filing contracts, you became something else.
his favorite distraction.
tonight, it’s the office gym.
the executive one. the one hidden two floors above, keycard access only, always empty after hours. he drags you inside like he’s done it a hundred times, lips already on your neck, one hand squeezing your ass while the other yanks your skirt up.
“fucking missed this pussy,” he mutters, voice low, thick with tension. “my wife’s been on my case all week. nagging about date nights like i give a shit.”
you hum in response, palms sliding under his shirt. “you still fucking her?”
he chuckles against your collarbone.
“nah. wouldn’t touch her even if she begged.”
god, this was so wrong…
then he slams you against the cold glass of the shower stall, knee pushing your legs apart.
but why does being bad feel so good?
you gasp, heartbeat spiking. he doesn’t give you time to adjust. his fingers are in your panties, tugging them down, already spreading you open with practiced ease.
“wet for me already?” jaemin groans. “god, i love how easy you are.”
you whimper when he drags the head of his cock through your folds—slow, teasing, before shoving it in deep.
you cry out, fingers scrambling for purchase on the tile.
he grunts behind you, pace unrelenting. the slap of his hips against your ass echoes in the stall, each thrust rougher than the last. water isn’t even on. he wants to hear you. feel everything.
“you think she knows?” he pants. “thinks her perfect husband’s balls-deep in his little secretary every other night?”
“she probably suspects,” you moan. “you never hide it.”
he laughs.
“no point hiding something that feels this good.”
he reaches around, fingers finding your clit with expert pressure. your legs shake.
“gonna cum already?” he teases. “fuck, i love when you make a mess all over my cock. gonna stretch this pussy until you can’t walk tomorrow.”
you sob into the glass, thighs quivering. his grip never loosens.
when he pulls out, you almost cry from the loss—but he just spins you around, lifts you up effortlessly, and slides back in while pinning your back against the shower wall.
“there,” he growls, fucking into you from below. “want you to look at me when you cum. let me see how wrecked i’ve made you.”
your orgasm hits with a cry, body spasming, nails digging into his shoulders. he grits his teeth, thrusts deeper, and finishes inside you with a guttural groan, keeping you wrapped around him as he empties every drop.
you barely recover before the next scene begins.
* * *
“stay under the desk.”
his voice is sharp now. curt. in control.
you kneel between his legs as he settles into the plush leather chair, laptop open in front of him. an online board meeting. six other faces appear on screen—legal, finance, international development—and none of them have a clue what’s happening just out of frame.
your lips close around his cock.
jaemin doesn’t flinch.
“the merger timeline’s being pushed up?” he says smoothly, voice deep and composed. “good. we’ve wasted enough time on that contract.”
you bob your head slowly, hollowing your cheeks, tongue swirling around the tip.
his thigh tenses.
he places one hand on your head—casual, like he’s just resting it there—but you feel the subtle twitch of his fingers as he controls your rhythm.
“any objections to moving the date up two weeks?”
you swirl your tongue again and swallow him deeper. his breath hitches. no one notices.
you suck harder, letting drool drip from your chin, hands resting obediently on his thighs. he’s pulsing in your mouth. every time you gag, he lets out a subtle grunt—low enough to pass as a breath.
“i’ll sign off on it tomorrow,” he mutters.
you suck him until his abs flex and he bites his lip.
“meeting’s over,” he says, voice tight. “send me the updates.”
the moment the screen goes dark, he grabs your jaw and pulls his cock out, slick and throbbing.
then he slaps it against your cheek.
hard.
“filthy little cocksleeve,” he sneers, slapping your other cheek with it. “can’t go one day without choking on this, huh?”
you moan, tongue out, eyes glassy.
“open wider.”
he slaps your lips with the tip, smearing precum across your tongue before sliding back in.
“fuck, i should keep you under my desk permanently,” jaemin growls. “mouth like yours shouldn’t be wasted on anything else.”
he uses your throat like a toy, hips jerking forward until your eyes water. you grip his thighs, letting him use you, spit dripping down your chin.
“look at you,” he laughs. “taking my cock like a trained little whore.”
when he finishes, he paints your tongue with it, then presses your lips shut with his fingers.
“swallow it.”
you do—without blinking.
* * *
you ride him after hours.
his suit jacket is still on. your blouse is unbuttoned, skirt bunched around your hips, hands braced against his chest as you bounce on his cock. the office is dim, but you can see everything in the glass behind him—your reflection, the way your tits bounce with every thrust, the dark look in jaemin’s eyes.
he grabs his phone mid-thrust.
you don’t even think about it until he hits dial.
your heart stutters.
“hi, baby,” jaemin says sweetly. “yeah. still working late.”
you freeze, but he grabs your hips and forces you to keep riding him.
“project deadlines, you know? my secretary’s helping me catch up. she’s been so…” his breath catches when you clench, “…so hands-on.”
you moan despite yourself, face heating.
“what’s that?” he murmurs, cock still buried deep. “you miss me? aww. i’ll be home soon.”
then he smirks at you. evil. gleaming.
“actually—hold on. lemme put you on speaker.”
your eyes widen. you try to slow down.
he doesn’t let you.
his phone rests on the desk now, his wife’s voice faint on the other end—rambling about dinner, about plans, about nothing.
and you’re on top of her husband, being fucked raw.
“mm, you hear that?” he groans loud enough for her to hear. “you hear how wet it is, baby?”
your eyes roll back.
he thrusts up into you, hard.
“you never sounded like this,” he spits into the phone. “never took my cock like she does. maybe that’s why i stopped giving it to you.”
you cum.
loud. obscene. crying out as your cunt clenches tight around him.
he groans with you, slamming into you faster, chasing his own high with brutal thrusts.
“fuck—i’m gonna breed her now,” he says into the phone. “fill her up until my cum leaks down her thighs.”
“jaemin—!” his wife cries. he ends the call mid-sob.
then he grabs your chin.
“say it,” he snarls.
“say what?” you pant, body twitching.
“say whose pussy this is.”
“yours,” you sob. “it’s yours—it’s always been yours—”
he cums with a broken growl, gripping your hips as he pumps you full. you collapse against his chest. both of you ruined. sweaty, flushed, reeking of sex.
he strokes your back once. soft. satisfied.
then he grabs your chin again.
“i’m clearing your schedule tomorrow morning,” he murmurs. “i’m not done with you yet.”
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you hadn’t even peered up from your phone when he pressed a kiss goodbye to your forehead. his keys jingled as he lifted himself back up to rest his hands on his hips, you just knew he was pouting down at you.
“ignore me will you, baby?” jaemin joked, a smile on his face when you looked up. still, he felt that you two had been distant lately, and honestly, you had been. the stress of everything caught up to you, college and family issues. everything personal eating at you.
you stood, turning off your phone and slipping it into your back pocket. “i’m sorry, jaems.” you pecked his lips. his arms settled around your waist, bringing you closer to him. once yours warped around his shoulders, he kissed your forehead once again and pulled back.
“i’m heading out for work now, okay? i love you.” jaemin stepped back, trailing his hands down your arm and grabbing your hand to press a quick kiss to your knuckles.
you still loved him, really, you did. you’d just been so distant. hopefully you could still make it up to him.
“i love you too, jaem.” you smiled and waved back, but you were drawn back to your phone just seconds later. scrolling like you had been.
and now, you regret it more than ever.
your hope is gone. you can’t make it up to him.
you can’t even reach for his hand through the grass and dirt, through the hard wood of his casket. it’s physically impossible, and you can only wish to be closer to him every night.
“i love you, jaem.” you whispered into the chilled air in front of his tombstone. it’s been 2 months already, but you lost track of time. it all blurred now.
“i’m sorry.” you stood from your kneeling position, and dusted your knees. you two were so distant lately, and it’s only so much worse now.
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genre: jaemin tooth rotting fluff, comfort, established relationship, nonidol!jaemin, suggestive perhaps? college au ofc
note: this is for the anon with the jaemin brainrot hehe... ty for the idea! not proofread but tbh... kinda obsessed with this and yeah it made me incredibly lonely soooo... i hope you enjoy muahaha
you hadn't heard from jaemin all day!
granted, it was still early in the morning, but you trusted him enough to not skip classes again. for the third time. this week.
it's chilly out as you make the short walk to his dorm building across the literature room in which you shared a philosophy class. you assumed he would text you if he was skimping out on lecture, again, but it was radio silence.
you were worried to say the least. it was often that he would skip, but he never, ever was the type of lover to go m.i.a on you.
hiking your backpack tighter on your shoulders, you trudged through the bright orange and yellow leaves. their dull crunching sound under the soles of your shoes are drowned out by the wind blowing past your ears.
finally reaching his dorm room, you roughly knock on the door. sniffling and wiping your nose. annoyed and cheeks red from your 10 minute walk to scold your sleepy boyfriend, you rock back and forth on your feet, a pout evident on your face as you let a couple seconds pass before knocking again.
however your hand never reaches the white wooden door, jaemin swings the door open, bed head on full display as he rubs the sleep out of his eyes.
your gaze rakes down to his neck and bare torso, following his happy trail all the way to the sweatpants hanging low on his hips, landing your gaze down to his feet clad in cheetah print socks. you look back up at him, letting your eyes linger back on his chest and collarbones.
you both stand at the door way for a while, he's amused at your reaction, no matter how many times you've seen him like this, it never fails to leave you incredibly flustered. and he's so grateful he's the only one who gets to make you feel like this.
"well are you gonna chew me out for skipping or is me being half naked a good enough apology?" he rasps.
too much time passes and he snaps you out of your thoughts with a chuckle, pulling you into his warm apartment by your wrists. his bed was pressed up against the left side of the wall, covered in posters and fairy lights. his room smelled like pumpkin pecan waffles and you couldn't help but let your eyes soften at the framed picture of you on his nightstand.
he has a drawer designated to your chapsticks, lip balms, hair ties, rings, nail polishes and any other trinkets you've left behind any time you visit him.
dragging you over to his bed as he plops on the mattress, tilting his head up to look at you, as you push his bangs back with your palms, he pulls you in from your belt loops, you let your arms hang over his shoulders, pushing his face deeper into your stomach once he rests his forehead on your ribs.
you notice the matching string bracelets you both bought on your first date together, hanging loosely on his wrist, you feel the fraying string as he trails a palm under the back of you shirt.
he feels warmer than the hot packs you had slipped into the pockets of your large jacket.
lifting his head up, he gives you an almost drunk grin. as if though your perfume made him as tipsy as his favorite bottle of peach soju he keeps tucked away in his bright purple mini fridge.
you continue to rake your hands over the hairs at the nape of his neck but stop one he removes your arms from his neck in order to help you slip the coat off your shoulders. standing up for a moment to untie your scarf and tuck his head into the crook of your neck to pepper a few smooches on the exposed skin where your shirt slipped from the friction of your coat being dragged off.
"you okay bunny?" you whisper, worried he skipped class for more than just an extra couple hours of sleep.
"never been better," he says genuinely and you can hear the smile on his face as his breath raises goosebumps near your spine and upper arms.
he sighs as he removes himself, he seems almost annoyed that he has to be apart from you for even a moment, as he helps you slip off your shoes and rests you against his pillows.
once he has you on the mattress he hikes up his sweatpants before tugging you down a bit by your bare ankles. he moves you a bit lower, allowing himself to rest all his weight on your chest, wrapping his buff arms around your hips. immediately closing his eyes and absentmindedly reaching for your arms. once found, he tugs your wrists yet again and not so subtly drapes your left arm over the top of his shoulder blades.
the skin is unbelievably soft and warm, and you can't help but instinctively begin scratching lightly against his thick, broad shoulders, trailing your nails down the middle of his back, reaching towards the band of his boxers.
you trace all the way back up to trace a heart over his left shoulder blade. you sensed how his pulse sped up and a smile take over his face, as the feeling of his cheekbones poking your sternum became more prominent.
right after, you feel him deeply exhale, as though he's needed this more than you know, but was too afraid to use words.
his grip around you tightens and you take this as an opportunity to crane you neck down and return the favor of peppering kisses near the top of his spine.
feeling him relax over your body is better than attending art history class for. sure.
In the confined space of the car, the air was thick with the sounds of wet noises and low moans. The radio played the latest pop hit, its melody softly permeating through the heavy atmosphere. Amidst the soundscape, you could hear your boyfriend's groans above you, his fingers tightly weaving through your hair as he guided your head down his cock.
“Fuck, just like that babe,” a deep hum of satisfaction escapes your lips as you hear his response, your panties slowly becoming drenched as his groans intensify.
As you continue to bob your head down his length, your eyes start to sting with tears, but you persevere. You were intimately familiar with Jaemin's size and knew how well-endowed he was, so you weren't deterred. But as his length harshly hits the back of your throat, you feel yourself gag.
You hear him deeply grumble, "Shit, keep going, I'm almost there," but you quickly detach your lips from him and sit up, spit and tears streaking your face as you look at him with big eyes.
"I want you to cum in me," you say quickly before he can even protest. With those words, his pissed-off eyes turn back into ones filled with desire, and you know that you've won him over.
And with that, you quickly slip off your panties and hop over to his side hovering over his bare thighs. You can feel his throbbing length close to your heat and before you can adjust yourself above him you already feel his fingers near your clit.
“You’re so fucking wet. This all from just sucking me off? You’re such a slut for me,” Jaemin cockily says while maintaining eye contact with you. Then with no warning, his fingers plunge into you and you feel any autonomy you previously had over your body leave as your body slumps into his frame.
“Please…” is all you can let out. His fingers feel so good inside you and as he starts moving them you mewl out, “more please.”
“C’mon, babe you gotta be more specific than that.” That sneaky bastard. He knew exactly what you meant yet got off on the satisfaction of you struggling. He wanted you to beg for it.
“Jaemin please, I need you inside me. Your cock,” you finally pant out, and as if he was pleased enough with your response, your boyfriend hums before taking his fingers out and replacing them with his dick.
Your eyes automatically roll to the back of your head as your mouth opens. The stretch you feel within you is heavenly. It was as if he was made for you. No one’s ever made you reach the length of pleasure you obtain when with him.
Jaemin obviously shares the same sentiment as you hear him groan into your ear.
“Fuck, you’re always so tight.” At that, you let out another moan before starting to move slowly on top of him. His hands tightly grip your waist as he starts guiding you to go at a faster pace. The burn you feel at your core forces a whimper out of you as you continue to bounce on his dick.
“You feel so good, so so good,” you mewl out while gripping his shoulders.
The two of you could have easily waited the five minutes it took for you guys to reach your apartment but there was something about having sex in the cramped front seat of your boyfriend’s car. Plus, you couldn’t help but admit that you had a thing for public sex.
His fingers quickly find your clit again and your eyes open to look into his in desperation. The pants and moans the two of you were letting out were becoming louder as you could feel that the both of you were reaching your climaxes.
“I’m almost there just a little bit more.” His hips are now thrusting up into you at a pace that was much harder and faster than before. And with a couple of thrusts, you feel yourself letting go and reaching your climax. Not even a couple of seconds after, you feel Jaemin filling you up with his release as he lets out one last groan and you feel yourself fully let your weight fall on him.
Pants were all that could be heard in the car alongside the radio that continued to play before you felt your boyfriend tap your ass.
“Hey babe, look. Seems like we had an audience,” and as soon as you hear those words leave Jaemin’s mouth your head shoots up, and looks around inspecting your surrounding.
And to your boyfriend's credit, he was correct. There was a car parked two spaces next to you guys that wasn’t there before and you could faintly make out the outline of someone in the car. You squint your eyes to see that the figure was fully turned in your direction and to your surprise, you’re able to make out the figure. Haechan, your neighbor had been watching everything that had been going down in Jaemin’s car, and at this realization, you feel your core starting to get wet again.
you hated na jaemin, you truly did. there was no reason for the man to drop the emotional bomb that he was “devastatingly in love with you.” those were his exact words, and you don’t think you would ever forget his earnest eyes when he trapped you in the guest bedroom of your home.
you had spent years harboring your own secret little crush on your brother's best friend; it was a tiny love that you cherished. there was never any space for anyone else when jaemin occupied your heart. but it had been nearly 3 months since you had decided that jaemin could only be that: that tiny love from your childhood. your silly crush on your brother’s best friend.
so who was he to come and shake up your world after your first real date? and it had been an amazing date at that, one that had you forgetting all about jaemin. and that’s what you wanted.
but na jaemin demanded your attention and your affection. he had noticed instantly when you had stopped doting on him. he noticed how you avoided the room when it was just him, and he definitely noticed how you stopped sneaking shy glances at him, desperate to drink in the image of him.
and he absolutely hated it.
because you had always made him feel seen. you were so sweet, and you understood his troubles without him even speaking. he hated that it took you denying him of your presence to realize that he was no better than you.
sure, he went on dates; they were fun, but they were nothing more than that. just dates. you had unknowingly taken over his heart, and he didn’t want to give anyone else the chance to take what was rightfully yours.
when you had escaped under his arm into the safety of your own room, jaemin felt like his world was going to crumble. but just as well as you knew jaemin, he knew you. understandably, you needed time to process this all. and he would give you that, but not without making you struggle.
“why is my best friend saying he’s in love with you?” your brother asks from your door. his question is met with a pillow to the face, you hadn’t even noticed he had snuck into your room. and his question only makes you groan, burying your head further into your pillow.
[11:23 PM] jaemin caging you against the slippery shower wall, his chest pressed against your back, one hand moving your hair to the side so he can kiss and lick and suck bruises onto the skin of your neck. the water droplets are falling all around you, steam making your head spin, and when he pushes his cock against you, he whispers, "the things you do to me pretty girl... gonna fuck you dumb, okay?"
Jaemin was still sitting at the kitchen table, he hadn’t moved since he’d left the hospital. For the past four hours he’d sat there, staring at his hands. His gaze had never faltered, staying focused on the shaking hands in front of him, unable to get the picture out of his mind.
The entire world had faded into a blur around him and he wasn’t aware of anything. Jaemin wouldn’t have been able to tell you where he was, how old he was, how he was feeling, what he was doing, or if he was alone. In fact, if you had asked Jaemin anything, he wouldn’t have registered that there was another person around him.
Jeno was leaning against the doorway, watching his friend torture himself with these thoughts. He bit his lip, wanting nothing more than to be able to go up and talk to Jaemin, but having no idea where to begin. Jeno didn’t want to cry, he’d cried enough that night. He’d cried so much he though he was going to bleed to death because of the pain of it.
But Jaemin hadn’t cried yet.
Jeno slowly approached him from behind, placing a hand on Jaemin’s shoulder and squeezing. Jaemin showed no response, looking almost catatonic. Jeno grabbed him a bit harder, trying to make him see that he was there. It took Jeno shaking Jaemin for the broken boy to turn his gaze towards Jeno.
He opened his mouth, as if to speak, before shutting it again.
Jeno said nothing, and just looked on at Jaemin, waiting for him to try again.
And he did. And this time, Jaemin spoke. His voice was raspy, as if it hadn’t been used in a while, and it shook, threatening to break and give out on him completely. But what killed Jeno the most, was how he could feel the pure heartbreak through Jaemin’s words.
“I get it now... how people lose their minds by the image of blood on their hands. I understand why Lady Macbeth ran around the castle screaming until she eventually threw herself off it. And I wonder how she lasted so long? I finally get how the sight of blood drives you to insanity. Because I’m sitting here, staring at my hands, and no matter how many times I wash them, I can’t stop seeing her on them.”
Jeno didn’t reply. He didn’t know how to. There was nothing he could say. This pain is brutal. And the most wrecked part is, there is no metaphor to make it fancy or decorative.
They had left Renjun at the hospital. He and Mark had stayed to watch over you while Jeno tried to force Jaemin home to eat, shower and change clothes. Renjun and Mark looked into your room, seeing the machines keeping you alive.
One person. That was all it took to put you in here. One person, driving one car, had forced you to be in this position, fighting for your life in a hospital bed.
The sound of erratic beeping set Renjun’s nerves alight. His heart started racing and he tried to run towards your room. He was blocked by the three new doctor entering and the nurses that pushed him back, saying something about how he couldn’t be in there right now.
Mark grabbed Renjun by the shoulders, the two boys holding onto each other for dear life, praying that yours wouldn’t slip away from you. Renjun didn’t know when he started crying, but before he knew it he was shaking and if he didn’t have Mark to hold onto he would be a crumpled heap on the floor.
They watched as the doctor pressed on your chest, trying to bring you back. They pushed air into your lungs and shouted at you to wake up... but it was no use.
Memories flashed through Jaemin’s head. He remembered the first time he told you he loved you. He’d got fully dressed up and brought some flowers with him to your house, wanting to make the best impression, only to get caught in the rain and look like a drowned rat. You’d laughed at the sight of him and pushed him straight into the shower, placing the damaged flowers into a vase anyway. It wasn’t until later that night, when you were both lying on his sofa curled up together, that he finally said it. He whispered it and watched as your face broke out into the biggest smile he had ever seen. And he always loved seeing that same look in your eyes whenever he told you those same three words.
He loved how you would sit on the kitchen counter next to him, wanting to keep him company when he cooked. He laughed every time you used your legs to wrap around his waist and pull him in when you wanted a kiss. Jaemin loved how you always smiled when you found him again in the supermarket after getting lost. He loved how you made a point of showing off things he got you to your friends, loving them because they were from him. He loved how you would run your fingers through his hair after a long day, promising him that you would always be there when he needed you.
Jaemin brought his hands up to his head, rubbing them hard across his face before gripping his hair tightly, feeling the scream that had been building up inside him grow through his throat.
Miles away from him, Renjun and Mark watched helplessly as the heartbeat monitor holding you alive slowly descended into a flatline.
And at that exact moment, as if he felt his love leaving him forever, Jaemin broke.
