hmm...again
park jisung x female reader (ft. na jaemin)
Well, you still have feelings for Jisung...so what happens when Jaemin asks to join the two of you?
Genre: smut (with fluff and light angst)
Content: this is set in a non-idol alternative universe. once again, reader is an escort who is pining for jisung. unprotected sex, fingering, oral sex (f. and m. receiving), spitroasting, light hair pulling, creampie, riding, mention of breeding kink. fluffy/funny in some parts
Word count: 2,550 words
Author's note: This is the last thing I intend to write for the hmm series (part 1 and part 2 here). I have indicated that Jaemin is "featuring" because the reader is still focused on Jisung throughout this story, and while she likes Jaemin, she doesn't have romantic feelings for him. Just wanted to be clear about that!
It had been Jaemin's idea. Jisung didn't really know how to mention the topic to you at first, though. When he brought it up with you, he told you that he already told Jaemin that he thought you might not want to do it.
“I don't want you to feel pressured,” Jisung had said, a serious look on his face. “But I did want to let you know that he was interested.”
Even though Jisung was the only one for you, or perhaps precisely because of that, you had ended up agreeing. You almost feel guilty for having the thought, but part of you thinks that maybe spending time with someone else will help you take your mind off Jisung. You've met Jaemin before, and he's a fun and friendly personality, albeit with the sometimes unnerving ability to read you perfectly and a dazzling amount of beauty. You have no intention to set your heart on Jaemin—wouldn’t that just be doing the same thing all over again?—but a brief respite from thoughts about Jisung would be appreciated.
Evidently, you were wrong to think that anything or anyone could take you away from Jisung, because even now that Jaemin's here looking at you, you're staring at Jisung. You can't help it. A thin silver necklace dangles from his neck today, and it suits him so well. And he's so so fine too…
Jaemin, who’s sitting next to you on his bed, nudges you, and now you try and pretend like you weren't staring, but he knows. He always knows. “Jisung, I think Y/N has something to say to you.”
Jisung turns to you, a questioning look on his face. So you blurt out, “Umm, I really like your necklace today.”
Is it too much? Do you compliment him too much? You could say more, but you don't…you’d rather be subtle. And again. You shouldn't think too hard about him…
Jisung looks down at himself and what he's wearing. He seems to understand the meaning behind your words. “Thanks,” he says.
“Well, I'm sure you two know the old saying about how if you take a picture, it'll last longer. Do you want me to take a picture of you together?” Jaemin offers.
Oh! Huh. You weren't expecting this at all. You look at Jisung, and he shrugs. So as you’re trying to hide your inner excitement, you tell Jaemin, “Sure!”
Jaemin gets up so Jisung can take his place next to you, and you move closer to Jisung until your thighs are touching. You always get lost in the sensation of being close to him. You hesitantly sneak your hand down to Jisung’s, and he holds your hand back. You look up at Jaemin's camera and smile genuinely, happy that he'd inadvertently given you two this moment together. Then you lean your head on Jisung’s shoulder, still smiling widely.
Jaemin snaps another photo. “Aww. So cute, you two. You kind of look like a couple.”
At those words, you freeze up and start to pull your hand away from Jisung. Maybe you've been too forward with your affection for him, when really you're only here to have a good time with him in the present. The thought of that hurts your chest.
But to your surprise, Jisung holds onto your hand so you can't take it away from his. When you look at him, he sweetly assures you, “I don't mind, Y/N.”
If he keeps on being too sweet like this today, you're never going to be able to let him go.
When you look at Jaemin again, he's already taken his shirt off. Seeing his muscled arms and chest, you naturally find yourself saying to him, “Oh, you must work out a lot.”
Jaemin gives you a big grin. “Flirting with me in front of Jisung already?”
“I—I wasn't!” It makes your face burn. Why is he acting like you and Jisung are an item? You secretly wish that too, but you wouldn't dare allude to such things out loud.
“I know, Y/N. You're sweet. But, you wanna feel? It'll be our little moment.” Jaemin winks at you. You think you see Jisung roll his eyes a little bit, but he doesn't say anything.
So you approach Jaemin and carefully put your hands on him, admiring his strength and toned body. He's warm, and his muscles flex under your touch.
“You've got me excited, angel,” Jaemin says, and that really makes you blush. “You wanna touch Jisung too?”
You turn to Jisung now. Although Jaemin has a good body, it's Jisung who's perfect to you. But you don't feel the need to touch him—you’d feel a bit silly doing it, and you know him already. So you just lean in and kiss his lips, your eyes fluttering closed. (You think you hear Jaemin say “aww” again in the background, but this time you pay it no mind.)
You'd worn a short slip dress tonight, thinking that it would be the most convenient. So now, Jisung moves his hands towards the hem of your slip. He makes eye contact with you and you nod. Then he pushes the fabric up over your hips.
You didn't wear anything underneath either, once again thinking that it would be easier. Jisung rests his palm high up on your inner thigh, and you close your legs around him, needing the friction. But as you relax more, you part them again for him, enough so he can touch your pussy.
He stretches you open gently, and you can't help but leak around his fingers, your body betraying your eagerness for him. Then he curls his fingers inside you and you tense up with the pleasure.
He gives you one long lick along the seam of your pussy, collecting your juices on his tongue. (And it's okay, since you'll make more for Jaemin.) He says he had to, since you always taste so good. Then Jisung leans down one last time to kiss your clit.
Jisung holds your legs open for Jaemin to eat you out, tongue everywhere and loud slurping filling the air. It makes your thighs tremble, but Jisung just grips you a bit tighter, holding you steady.
Jaemin is so good with his mouth that he has you squirting on his face, helpless to him. He grins at you again, lascivious this time. “There we go. Jisung didn't tell me that you could squirt.”
You want to hide your face from his gaze. But Jisung also looks as embarrassed as you feel on the inside, and he admonishes Jaemin for saying that. “Don't embarrass her like that!”
Jaemin just laughs in response, a genuine laugh, and in that moment you find yourself thinking that he really does have a beautiful smile. But you don't get to say that to him, since he's reassuring you now that you don't need to feel embarrassed. Maybe you can tell him later at the end.
You get on your hands and knees. Jisung’s hands go to your cheeks and he spreads them apart, which opens your pussy below, giving him a good look. Your pussy’s always open for Jisung if he wants it. He can take all he wants from you, because you love when he sluts you out. You can feel Jaemin’s eyes on you, too, making you clench around nothing.
Jisung claims your pussy, big hands holding your hips as you're speared open on his cock, hot and dripping around him. You almost want to run away from how full he makes you feel, but instead you wiggle back on him to get him even deeper inside, his cock touching your deepest parts. You hear Jaemin groan at the sight.
Jisung doesn't move, though. Instead, Jaemin moves in front of you and brings his cock to your lips. You open your mouth for him, and Jisung’s hand comes to your head to guide you onto Jaemin. You obediently follow the pace that Jisung sets as he uses his other hand to hold your wrists behind your back. You like that you're completely under his power, because it makes you feel like you're his. (And you are, but that doesn't mean he's yours.)
You suck on Jaemin dutifully. Jisung's only holding your waist now, skillful hips thrusting into you. It pushes your mouth a bit further down on Jaemin, and he groans and makes a comment about how good you are.
Jaemin knows your effort and rewards you by running a soft hand through your hair. You make a sound around him and try to look up at him the best you can in this position. He smooths your hair and tucks a lock behind your ear, and the affection almost makes you shiver.
“You like his cock, baby?” Baby. That was the first time Jisung had ever called you that, and in your heart you reply to him, please call me that again. Baby. But you're busy on Jaemin, so you can't answer. You just moan around him, because yes you do, and continue giving Jaemin everything you have.
“Better than mine?” Jisung pulls at your hair to get you off Jaemin.
With Jisung's hand still fisting your hair, you say, “No! No, yours is the best!” You squeeze tighter around him, easy for him as always.
He smirks at that and lets you go.
When Jisung comes, he makes no effort to pull out of you. Instead, he presses your hips to his so he can be as deep inside you as he possibly can, filling up your deepest parts as he comes.
“My girl,” he murmurs, and the possessiveness only makes you more pliant for him.
But now Jaemin’s asking if you can ride him too. You mindlessly nod at that, and Jaemin notices that, assuring you to take the time to catch your breath if you need it. You're grateful for his attentiveness. Sitting beside you, Jisung's hand goes back to your hair, but now he's very soft with it, running his fingers through it in a soothing way.
“Sorry if I hurt you earlier,” he says quietly, giving you a sheepish look. “I kind of got carried away.”
You shake your head. “It's okay. You didn't hurt me.” To reassure him extra, you give Jisung a quick smooch on the cheek, and you see his cheeks get rosy at that. Getting shy from a cheek kiss after doing all that to you…he's so endearing.
You think you're ready now for Jaemin. But…your pussy is still stuffed with Jisung's cum, so you look at Jaemin. He tells you it's fine, and beckons you to come closer.
He puts his lips to your ear and whispers, “You should tell him how you feel.”
You lean back from him in shock, and you steal a glance at Jisung, who's been watching you intently. His face looks perfectly neutral, though, so you don't think too much of it. Should you really tell him how you feel?
Ooh. Jaemin stretches you out. He's big too. Jisung's cum trickles out of you and onto Jaemin's body as you fully sit down on his cock. Your pussy is still tight for him even after Jisung.
“You feel so good, pretty doll,” Jaemin praises you. “I see why you like her so much, Jisung.”
Your heart perks up at those words, but you wonder if maybe now that you've started a more physical relationship with Jisung, he likes you primarily for that reason. But as long as he keeps wanting you, you'll keep giving yourself to him however you can.
As you're bouncing on Jaemin's cock, Jisung comes over to you to capture your mouth and kiss you deeply, tongue all up with yours. You're happy to be his; you're happy that he's making you his. Then, the two of you part and that leaves you free to cry out. “Jaemin!” He's hitting that best part in you perfectly, and your pussy is throbbing like crazy. The pleasure runs through your body.
Jaemin says he likes watching pretty girls like you fall apart on his cock. His hands go to your soft breasts, pushing them together and pinching at your nipples after. Then he smooths his hands down until they settle around your waist.
“Come on, keep going, doll,” he encourages you. So you do, your breasts bouncing in front of Jaemin's face.
Jaemin comes in you too, his cum mixing with Jisung's. You've now been claimed by both of them. You idly think about what it would be like if one of them knocked you up, how you wouldn't know whose baby you were bearing. But you clench at the thought of that, love the fantasy of giving them a baby. Being slutty enough to do something that would lead to this.
“What are you thinking about?” Jaemin asks you.
“Oh. Umm, nothing really…” You try to avoid his gaze.
“I know it can't be nothing,” Jaemin jokes with you lightheartedly. “I'm sure you have a lot of thoughts in your head.”
Oh, if only Jisung knew. “I do…”
But you don't say anything more. Instead, you get off Jaemin, and the cum drips down your inner thighs. Jisung comes over to you again with a question in his eyes this time, and you look at him, confused. He reaches out and lightly presses down on you, watching as more creamy liquid leaks out from your pussy.
So, that's all. When you don your little slip dress again, Jaemin exclaims, “You know, pink is my favorite color!”
Really? You look at Jisung for confirmation, and he sighs. “Sorry about him. Don’t mind him. But yes, it's his favorite color.”
“Hey!” Jaemin raises his arm towards Jisung, pretending like he's going to hit him, and Jisung jumps back. Their silly camaraderie makes you laugh, and you feel grateful for Jaemin's presence today and how he put you at ease.
“I don't mind! Actually, pink is also my favorite color. That's why I wore this dress.”
“Yeah, it's pretty!” Jaemin beams at you, and you smile back. He's so nice. Jisung’s friends are so nice, you think.
Jisung asks you if you're ready to go now, but you tell him to wait. He nods and leaves the room to wait for you outside, leaving you alone with Jaemin.
“Thank you so much for today. Especially the pictures,” you say. You're not sure why, but somehow you're more nervous right now than you were at the beginning. It's probably because you just alluded to the Jisung feelings.
Jaemin hums, sorting through the items on top of his drawer. He turns around and presents you with all the Polaroid photos he took of you and Jisung. “It's no problem at all. You deserve something nice. And I meant it when I said you should tell him.”
You graciously accept the photos from him and look at them before responding. “Yeah, you're right. I'm just not sure how or when.”
“You'll figure it out. I believe in you,” Jaemin says. He glances at the clock and adds, “But you don't want to keep Jisung waiting now, do you? I know he's waiting for you outside.”
Yeah, he is. You thank Jaemin one last time and go, heart a little lighter.
Notes: I started writing this on April 10th, and I had written a lot of the middle part in April, but for a while, I had a lot of trouble actually finishing this. I knew I had to either finish this or give up on it, and luckily inspiration struck tonight, so I ended up rewriting, editing, and finishing this whole thing tonight. I think one reason I had trouble with this is because I sort of overcomplicated things in my head. I had also rewritten the introductory conversation multiple times, and I initially wanted it to be more elaborate and have more context, but that itself was giving me trouble. So I finally realized that I wasn't going to finish this unless I intentionally wrote this story to have minimal context, which is what I did tonight. I really wanted to finish this so I could get it out of my head, and so I could cleanly move on to thinking about other stories. I have a few ideas for stories with more plot! Thank you as always for reading! I hope I did well enough.
Credits
Dividers: by chachachannah
—hmm...again, fanfiction written by moraesong on tumblr, posted 2025