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goldyeokki · 11 months

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𝐓𝐀𝐊𝐄 𝐀 𝐁𝐈𝐓𝐄. ¹⁸⁺ ✧ 𝐍𝐀 𝐉𝐀𝐄𝐌𝐈𝐍

꒰ ♡ ꒱ 𝐆𝐄𝐍𝐑𝐄: fluffy smut ꒰ ♡ ꒱ 𝐒𝐘𝐍𝐎𝐏𝐒𝐈𝐒: you've noticed your boyfriend getting a lot . . . thicker lately.

꒰ ♡ ꒱ 𝐖𝐎𝐑𝐃 𝐂𝐎𝐔𝐍𝐓: 5.5k ꒰ ♡ ꒱ 𝐂𝐎𝐍𝐓𝐄𝐍𝐓 𝐖𝐀𝐑𝐍𝐈𝐍𝐆𝐒: no gendered pet names have been used for the (gn!afab!) reader; unprotected sex; oral (reader receiving); jaemin uses pet names like doll, pretty, baby, angel, whore, slut; big dick!jaemin; size kink; dacryphilia; dumbification if you squint; overstimulation if you squint; marking (jaemin receiving); it's pretty rough but it's also so sweet; choking; so so much praise; manhandling

꒰ 💬 ꒱ 𝐇𝐔𝐀'𝐒 𝐍𝐎𝐓𝐄. my first fic! wah?! for the love of my life, na jaemin! pls give this lots of love<3

it’s a quiet saturday afternoon for both you and your boyfriend jaemin. neither of you have plans nor do you want to make any, so you’re spending the better part of your day lounging in bed together. he’s watching anime on the television screen across your bed while you scroll through tiktok on a lower volume. both of your legs are tangled together; your cheek is pressed against his bare chest, one arm wrapped around his back. meanwhile, he has his own arm secure around you, bicep acting as support for your neck while his hand rests on your hip. since you’re only wearing your panties and one of his shirts, he likes to take advantage of it and gently caress your exposed skin.

deciding to let your eyes take a break from the screen, you lock your phone and set it aside so you can focus on cuddling jaemin. one of the things that you appreciate the most about having an introverted boyfriend is that you don’t need to worry about awkward attempts to make conversation. you’re able to be comfortable in the silence and simply be.

you let your gaze drop from the big screen ahead to the view of his abs. you notice that he’s going to the gym with jeno and mark more often, and his diet’s altered to include more lean meat and dairy products. he tends to hide his figure with baggy clothes and oversized shirts but when it’s just the two of you, he waltzes around the apartment in nothing but a pair of sweatpants. sometimes, he’ll throw on a hoodie and a pair of socks, but that’s for the harsh winters.

you backtrack the events of the day so far, thinking of the shower that you both took together in the morning after he came back from his morning run. when scrubbing his back, you remember putting in a tad bit more effort to get a thorough job done. the scenes rewind in your mind like cuts of a short film. his back is, without a doubt, more defined now, muscles rolling with every slight movement. his chest is firmer too, but it doesn’t compromise how pillow-like it is when you use it to rest your head. and his arms . . . oh yeah, they’re a lot beefier now. when you compare your boyfriend’s build to jeno’s, the difference is clear as day.

he hasn’t always been this thick, though. you pick your phone back up and scroll back to find photos of your boyfriend nine months ago. he did have a lean and cut figure back then.

so maybe that explains the nagging urge to bite him lately.

well, who could blame you? your boyfriend is built like a club bouncer now. a really, really hot club bouncer. one that you’d gladly bounce on his di–

“something on your mind, baby?” his husky voice pulls you out of your reverie. you hum in response, hoping he’ll let it be but you know he’ll pester you if he’s convinced something is up. your eyes follow the movement of his free hand as he grabs the remote and pauses the show. there’s no way you could miss the flex in his arm and the veins that make themselves prominent when he presses down on the button. “are you sure?”

“very, i promise.” you look up to reassure him with a sweet smile. you take the opportunity for your free hand to gently pat his chest and goddamn, he’s firm. you try not to react but it’s obvious that your efforts are in vain when he chuckles.

“really? because the way your eyes went big when you just did that tells me otherwise.” jaemin shifts your positions so that you’re both sitting upright and facing each other. you pout and look at him but the exposure of his body leads your eyes to glaze all over his broad physique brazenly. “ah . . . is that what this is about?”

“hm?” you play coy, forcing your gaze back up to him as you look at him through your lashes, batting them pretty just the way it drives him crazy. it’s so easy to toy with your boyfriend like this. his pupils dilate and he sucks in a quick breath, adam’s apple bobbing nervously in his throat as he watches you carefully.

“god,” he exhales slowly and carefully. he calls out your name—firm and resolute—with an eyebrow cocked upward. “you’re giving me those eyes . . . fuck. tell me what you want to do. now.” he runs one hand down his face in a feeble attempt to calm himself down, eyes fluttering close as he takes in another deep breath before looking back at you, waiting for you to answer him. he keeps his hands to himself, refusing to touch you until you give him the green light.

there are so many things you want to do to him; so many things you want him to do to you. even in his lust, he looks at you like you put the twinkling stars in the night sky with your very own hands, and god, you kinda wanna sit on his face for it.

it’s a risky statement to make but it’s a risk you’re willing to take. you know that he’s going to jump your bones the second you give him the green light.

“i wanna bite you while you fuck my brains out.”

jaemin doesn’t waste any time—just as you had predicted. he crawls towards you on the bed and once you’re within his reach, he wraps one strong arm around your waist to pull you onto his lap. you’re surprised by the sheer strength that he possesses, evident in the soft gasp and the slightly disoriented look when you realise you’re not where you once were.

“you’re doing this on purpose,” you chastise him with a small pout.

“what am i doing on purpose?” jaemin feigns innocence with a mischievous grin. he pushes away the messy locks of hair that have fallen on your face while the other holds you in place. your eyes trail from his well-manicured hand to his bicep flexing and relaxing with every movement. he takes your chin between his curved index finger and thumb and redirects your gaze so it’s on him. “hey. eyes on me, pretty.” his voice is low and demanding, a twinkle of mischief in his dark eyes as the corner of his lips curls upwards into a smirk. a hot rush of blood flows straight to your core and cheeks from the sudden action.

he uses the hold he has on your chin as leverage to bring your face closer to him until your lips meet halfway. sweet, chaste kisses turn into hot, desperate ones within mere heartbeats. he keeps chasing after you every time you pull away for breath, the grip around you firm as he holds you in place. he doesn’t shy away from contact, no. his hand moves from your chin to cradle the base of your scalp, guiding your head so there’s no accidental bumping while the other slides underneath one of his old shirts that you’re wearing.

the second you’re both pulling away for fresh air, there’s tension and a vague competitiveness that circles the both of you. he glances at you with half-lidded eyes, provoking you with a cheeky smirk and a raise of his eyebrows. this motherfucker. you’re suddenly overcome with a compelling urge to mark him up with hickeys and scratch lines. so, you act on your desires.

you mirror what he likes to do to you: your left hand gently grabs his jaw and turns his face away so you have more access to his neck, lips finding the right spots for you to sink your teeth in and suckle on the flesh until you get him to groan for you. you rock your clothed core against his hardening erection, swathing your tongue over a fresh hickey. you’re rewarded with a deep, throaty groan that rings in your head and sends another rush of blood to your cunt.

“shit, baby,” he exhales slowly in a feeble attempt to keep his composure as you continue your quest.

“gotta let everyone know you belong to me, handsome.” your lips ghost over his ear, whispering words of innocent sin in a low voice to hear another grunt of pleasure from him. satisfied with the reactions he’s giving you, you resume devoting your attention to marking up his neck and chest.

“you’re gonna drive me crazy.” there’s a desperation in his voice where you know he wants to take over. you’re not sure what’s taken over him but decides to let you play first. not that you’re complaining, of course.

you form a trail of open-mouthed kisses all over his broad chest and collarbones, eyelids fluttering against his hot skin until you enclose your lips around one nipple. “oh, shit–!” jaemin’s hips buck up into yours from the sudden sensation of your tongue swirling around the pert bud. his wanton reaction stirs one from you, but you bite back the moan that threatens to spill.

the ache in your core is beginning to become unbearable and you wonder just how much self-control he’s exercising. his hands on your hips are eagerly pushing your heat down against his erection, weakly humping you like a teenage boy experiencing his first sexual encounter.

when you lean back to marvel at your work, you’re greeted with a sight that consumes you with unbridled lust and makes your whole body run hot.

he’s so pretty with his face flushed, flowers of rouge and plum on his neck, collarbones, and chest, glistening with a thin layer of sweat. he’s panting softly, lips swollen from being bitten and sucked on thanks to you, and for a brief moment, the golden late noon sun that peeks through your covered blinds envelopes him in an ethereal glow.

your nails gently rake down his sculpted biceps as you ascend back up, following your trail of hickeys until you find your faces mere inches from each other once again.

“hey, you,” jaemin exhales before giving you a soft, chaste kiss. “had fun?” he asks softly. you giggle, nodding as you cup his face to properly kiss him this time.

even when he’s desperate for air, his lips trap yours in a feverish lock as if you’ll disappear if he doesn’t. his hips buck upwards into yours every other heartbeat. dexterous hands dance along your body, toying with the fabric that keeps your exposed skin from him. he’s starting to get restless for some proper action—a constant habitual reaction that you’ve noticed from him every time you’re about to get frisky.

he starts to grab and knead possessively at your love handles. that’s when you know: it’s his turn to undress you.

jaemin grabs a fistful of your shirt hem and pulls it over your head before tossing it over his shoulder into a forgotten corner. one hand is on your waist, the other ghosting his fingertips down your spine so your back gently arches into him. he nibbles on your bottom lip and presses your throbbing core against his erection.

the action elicits a soft gasp of surprise from you. he takes the opportunity to slide his tongue past your lips while fondling your right breast, pinching and rolling his thumb over your hardened nipple. he begins his own trail of open-mouthed kisses from your jawline down to your chest just so he can hear your pretty moans.

you don’t even realise that he had been slowly making you lean down until your back hits the mattress. he suddenly stops and your mind is reeling to hazily explore the one thousand and one reasons he might have paused.

before you can even think to ask if everything is okay, jaemin slides your panties to the side and latches his lips onto your clit.

shockwaves spread through your body and your hands immediately fly to his hair, thighs clenching around him when he suckles on the sensitive nub.

“jaemin!” you whine in defeat, eyes fluttering shut with your head thrown back. he only hums in response and the vibrations send another wave of electricity up your spine.

he languidly laps at your juices, his gaze constantly flitting between your face and your core. he eats you out like he’s been given a lavish meal by the gods. he toys with your clit—suckling, flicking, rolling at the nub just to watch your face contort and scrunch up in equal parts pleasure and frustration of not getting what you want. a wide grin appears on his face when your eyes meet and you whine his name in a long drag.

jaemin’s tongue starts to dance along your lower lips, collecting your juices on the wet muscle before he thrusts it deep into your core. you moan from the relief of having something shoved inside of you, walls clenching tightly around him which pulls a throaty grunt from your boyfriend.

the lewd, wet sounds of slurping and sucking fill your shared bedroom. you feel your cheeks and neck burn from how embarrassing and erotic it is but you’re too occupied with how good it feels to have his tongue stretch you out. your high is creeping upon you slowly and before you can push his head deeper so you can ride his face, he pulls away to wrap his lips around your neglected bud.

“tastes so fucking sweet,” he groans around your clit. long, dexterous fingers dig into the pillowy flesh of your thighs as he pins you down, not allowing a single movement from you. “could eat you out all day, baby.” your frustration picks away at you, tears welling in your eyes, walls clenching desperately around nothing. a needy whine is pulled from your throat before you can even stop yourself.

jaemin hums and looks back up at you, raising an eyebrow upward smugly. you’re glaring down at him, body burning with need and lust, while he continues to flick his pointed tongue against your sensitive bundle of nerves. your body starts to twitch from how sensitive you are, fingers digging deep into his fluffy brown locks but he’s not done playing with you yet.

“need something, pretty?” there’s a gentle slur in his words, pretty pink lips stained with your pearlescent arousal as he rises to his feet. you don’t even know when he discarded his clothes but he’s naked with his cock throbbing against his stomach. he wraps his fingers around his duo-toned erection, spreading beads of precum on himself. “c’mon baby, use your words for me.”

the mattress dips where he parts your thighs with an authoritative bump of his knee, climbing over you like a predator surveying its prey. he leans forward, free hand gently grabbing your jaw while the other lazily pumps himself. he cocks an eyebrow upward as he grinds his bare cock against your sopping folds, letting his heavy tip catch against your clit just to watch you whimper and tremble from the sensation.

“want your cock in me now, jaem,” you whine desperately. he’s second-guessing himself and you can see it in the way his features soften a little in concern. he will always get you to cum at least once before he penetrates and this is the first time he will be forgoing it. but you—you’re desperate. your juices are dripping down your thighs and onto the sheets and you’re beyond sure that he’ll be able to slip right in.

“are you sure, angel?” jaemin’s thumb runs over your bottom lip. when presented with the opportunity, who are you to deny yourself of taking it into your mouth and swirling your tongue around it? his eyes darken, lids drooping halfway and brows furrowing just the slightest. “you’re gonna be the death of me. use your words, pretty.”

he’s caught in a trance-like state as he watches you suck on his thumb. you know he’s tempted to pull his thumb away to replace it with his ring and middle fingers just to see how deep you can take him in. since he denied you of your pleasure, you’ll deny him of his.

you release his thumb from your lips with a soft, wet pop before gazing up at him through your lashes.

“i need you to fuck me now, jaemin. i need you.”

like a switch had been flipped, he cusses under his breath and looks down to guide his cockhead to your entrance. without a hint of a warning, he bullies his cock into your warm, awaiting cunt.

“fuck!” he groans when you wrap your legs around him, heels digging into his lower back to encourage him to push deeper. meanwhile, your head is thrown back, eyes rolling back as he sinks further into you, walls tightening around him like a vice. jaemin grabs your jaw once again to force your gaze onto him. “look at me when you’re taking my fat cock, baby.”

you force your eyes open with a shaky breath, doing exactly as you’re told as you pant hotly. he continues burying himself into you until he bottoms out and his eyes bore into you when your face contorts in pure pleasure of feeling the euphoric stretch of your walls to accommodate his heavy girth.

“fuck, how are you always so fucking tight?” he’s the first to break eye contact, lids squeezing shut as he lets you get used to his size. his head falls forward and he takes the opportunity to plant sweet kisses all over your face and cheeks. you know better than anyone that it’s his way of distracting himself while you get used to his size before he starts to fuck you. it’s not like you haven’t fucked in a long time—he’s just big enough for you to struggle even when you’re at least two orgasms down.

“m-move,” you barely whisper.

with your consent, he rolls his hips forward to test the waters and he’s rewarded with a needy whine paired with your walls squeezing around him.

jaemin’s right hand plants firmly on your hip while the other gently grabs your jaw to give him more access to your neck. there’s no warning when he starts ploughing into you, cockhead burying itself deep into your cunt with every upward snap of his hips. pleasure spreads through your body in constant waves as he sets a brutal pace, fucking you with reckless abandon. his name rips through your throat in tandem with the sounds of skin smacking against skin bouncing off the thin walls.

“such a desperate little whore.” his lips latch onto your neck as he continues driving his heavy cockhead deep against all of the good spots. “always so fucking tight for me.” he sighs almost wistfully. the hand that was on your jaw moves to wrap around your throat, fingers pressing down on the right spots to restrict your airflow.

you’re already so sensitive, sparks igniting all over your body, but he angles his hips higher so his tip is aggressively bullying the exact spot that has you seeing stars. your feeble hands wrap around his wrist as he leers over you with a domineering grin.

the sight of him so consumed with lust has your heart racing from how handsome yet hedonistic he looks. his onyx eyes are blown with a dark eagerness, strands of deep brown locks sticking to his temples as beads of sweat form trails down his hairline. his lips are pink and swollen from being kissed so lovingly whilst his neck and collarbones are littered with hickeys done in your name. he looks so sinful. it’s an intoxicating view that sends your head into a tailspin and another hot burst straight to your core.

“you look so pretty when you’re so fucked out, angel,” he hissed through his teeth. “so cockhungry you can’t even speak? all you needed was my cock and you’ll be satisfied, ain’t that right?”

before you can argue with him, jaemin pulls his cock out from you and slaps the tip against your neglected clit. you whine from the sudden emptiness when he pulls away from you, desperate for his hands on your body.

“jaem . . .” your complaint comes in the form of a weak whisper that he only chuckles quietly in response. “i wanna feel you, jaem.”

“patience is a virtue, pretty.” there’s a gentle lilt in his voice and through your glossy vision you can see the grin. he’s having fun taking his own sweet time with you while you crave for his touch. as punishing as it is, part of you is quivering with anticipation for what comes next.

jaemin sinks down onto his knees until he’s face to face with your lower lips. he brings his left hand down to your dripping core, middle and index fingers spreading your pussy lips apart. he huffs in amusement as he watches your hole clench desperately around him. in embarrassment, you try to close your thighs to hide from him but he’s quicker and far stronger. one strong grip of warning and you submit in a heartbeat.

“such a gorgeous cunt . . . probably waiting for more of my cock, hm?” he asks without really asking, gaze flitting up to yours and he’s chuckling once again when you nod desperately.

he rises to his feet, casually patting his hand against your pussy and making it a point for the heel of his palm to put pressure against your throbbing clit.

“jaemin . . .”

“shh, we’ll get there, baby. patience.”

he pulls you up into a sitting position with ease before he takes his own space on his side of the bed. his back is against the headboard, pillows supporting him as he sits back and strokes his aching cock. you stare at him through your wet lashes, bottom lip tucked between your teeth.

“pretty baby wants my cock, right?” you nod eagerly. “show me how badly you want it, then.” you want to glare and huff and puff and throw a tantrum but his stern gaze penetrates right through you. you pout in a feeble attempt to get him to at least pull you onto his thick lap again but he doesn’t budge.

“you’re so mean.” you complain with a grumble. with trembling thighs and arms you crawl over to him anyway. you don’t think look too hot or sexy but jaemin watches your every move like he’s going to eat you up the second you’re in his grasp. he maintains eye contact as he cleans up the hand that he used to touch himself, flat tongue licking and swirling around his dexterous digits. god, he looks so fucking hot.

you don’t know what he’s going to do next but you’re going to take advantage of getting up close so you can sink your teeth into his shoulders and your nails into his biceps.

“oh, i’m mean for giving you a chance to prove how much your slutty pussy wants my fat cock?” his words are so vulgar and it sends a hot rush straight to your core. when you straddle him, cockhead ghosting over your pussy lips, he gently takes your chin between his thumb and curled index finger to guide your eyes onto him. “why are you so quiet? cat got your tongue, doll?”

“no.” you huff in defence. jaemin chuckles in amusement when you plant both your hands on his shoulders and turn your face away slightly. when you’ve steadied yourself successfully, you take the base of his cock and line him up with your entrance.

as much as you would love to worship his body as he did to you, you’re far too impatient and too desperate to chase after your high. he’s been teasing you relentlessly and you’re going to get what you’ve been craving for.

you sink yourself down onto his cock, taking deep breaths while your walls flutter restlessly around his girth. his hands fly to your waist and guide you until you’re buried to the hilt. the tip is snugly kissing your g-spot when you’re seated properly, thighs burning from the effort after being relentlessly toyed with. your head drops and a soft moan of his name comes from your throat, forehead resting against his shoulder.

“shit,” he curses under his breath. the grip he has on your waist moves to your ass, kneading the pillowy flesh and littering kisses all over your temple and exposed shoulder. “you okay, pretty? i know my cock is too big for your greedy cunt but you take it like a good slut anyway, don’t you?” your whimpers and weak nods in response to his lewd words made his cock twitch inside of you, sending chills up your spine.

it drives you insane the way he can be so sweet and gentle while calling you such mean and obscene names. and you hate the way it makes your walls clench like a vice around him.

“yeah? i knew you liked being called a good slut.” jaemin’s fingers dig into you, biceps bulging as he effortlessly lifts you up and down his cock at a slow and steady pace. every time he sinks you down, he makes it a point to snap his hips upwards to meet you halfway. “such a cockhungry angel. what would everyone say if they saw you drooling all over my cock, huh?”

you mewl weakly in response, biting down on his shoulder to suppress your moans while your nails dig into his biceps.

“fuck, you really like getting called such dirty names, don’t you?” he bullies his cockhead right where it makes you see stars in your vision just so he can hear your sweet cries for mercy. you feel a little lightheaded from the pleasure coursing through your veins with every gentle yet hard thrust into you, blissfully taking his cock as he wants you to. “you’re so fucking dirty, baby. whose cock does this pussy belong to?”

you want to say his name, to say that it’s him, but you’re too drunk on the feeling of him wrapped around your walls to think of anything coherent.

“already dumb on my cock? i’ve barely begun, babe.”

while he’s still inside of you, jaemin secures your legs around his waist before he pushes you onto your back, changing your positions once more. the air gets knocked out of your lungs at the sudden switch, meekly whimpering his name when he checks on you. when he’s sure you’re okay, he gives you a sweet kiss on your forehead.

you don’t even realise that he has your knees hooked on his shoulders, his own digging into the mattress on either side of you. before you can process what is happening, you’re left gasping for air once again when he starts pounding into you with reckless abandon.

“jaemin!” a broken cry of his name rips through your throat when he snakes one hand down to roll your clit in figure eights. between his cock ruining your walls and the added stimulation to your throbbing clit, there’s nothing but sweet release and pleasure that fills your mind. “j-jaem, fuck, ‘s too– fuck!”

“too what, baby? is it too much? is my fat cock too much for you, baby?” he growls into your ear yet places a sloppy, tender kiss on your jawline. “you were just begging to get fucked like a whore and now—shit—and now my angel’s complaining it’s too much?” he punctuates the last three words with a thrust harder and rougher than the last, sending your head into a tailspin as your jaw drops to mewl weakly.

his words sink into your skin, touch electrifying as he patiently helps you reach your high.

“it’s– fuck, jaemin!” you weep pathetically with your walls clenching around him like a vice. you bite down on your lower lip as tears spring from your eyes due to the overstimulation of him relentlessly hitting your g-spot again and again while toying with your throbbing clit. the familiar knot starts to form and build up in your stomach, your body burning up with a feverish lust that only he can take care of. “i’m close, fuck, don’t stop, don’t stop, don’t stop, please!”

“my baby’s close?” he echoes. beads of sweat drip down his chin and mix with yours on your body. you didn’t think he could get any rougher but he proves you otherwise with his incessant rolling and tapping on your throbbing bud. he leans back to allow his free hand to play with your tits—kneading, pinching and rolling at your sensitive nipples with calloused fingers. “go on, baby. make a mess all over my cock before i fill you up, can you do that for me?”

all of the stimulations are piling up. you can’t focus on one thing at all; everything is too much all at once and the knot in your stomach is tightening dangerously. every shove and drag of his cock within your walls leave you gasping for hair, sucking him back in desperately when he withdraws himself. the sound of wet skin slapping against skin fills your ears, your moans bouncing off the walls in tandem with jaemin snapping his hips against yours. your eyes fly open—when had they shut?—to look at your boyfriend whose dark eyes burn with a feral desire to make you come undone.

“what’s wrong, baby? need me to talk you through your orgasm?” as if your body doesn’t feel hot enough already, your cheeks burn and you weakly manage a nod. he grins, clearly proud that he has this effect on you. “c’mon baby, i know you want my cum to fill you up. don’t you? i know you can do it for me, i’m close too. make a mess all over my fat cock and show me who this tight cunt belongs to.”

his words are all that it takes to bring you your sweet release. his name is ripped from your throat as your orgasm hits you in a dangerous wave, pussy clamping down on him and forming milky white rings around his cock. jaemin doesn’t stop pounding recklessly into you nor does he stop toying with your clit, switching between tapping and rolling the bud as he helps you ride out your high while he chases after his own.

“so good, you’re so fucking good for me,” he groans. the wet squelching sounds get lewder with every drag of his cock through your fluttering walls. you shouldn’t feel embarrassed about it but for some reason you are. your boyfriend doesn’t give you enough time to think about it as his thrusts get sloppier and he starts to lose his rhythm. “fuck, you’re so pretty when you cry for me. your cunt’s so fucking good, so tight f’me, fuck! i’m gonna cum, you gonna let me fill your needy pussy up, angel?”

“yes, fuck, yes!” both of your hands reach out to cup his face to direct his gaze onto you. “need you to fill me up, jaemin. wanna be dripping full of your cum. cum for me, baby.” your words act as the catalyst to helping him come undone.

his hips stutter against yours, face scrunching up and eyes fluttering shut as your name comes in a long, whiny drag from his throat. his cock twitches once, twice, before you’re filled with his hot seed. the sensation makes your shoulders tense up slightly, quietly moaning at the warmth.

jaemin, while still buried deep inside of you, carefully maneouvres himself so you’re both lying down on the bed. he makes an effort to pull you close into his chest and let him be your mattress to avoid hurting you. both of you are panting heavily, lightheaded from the dizzying pleasure as the after-sex buzz crawls underneath your skin.

“you feeling okay, pretty?” he’s the first to check in on you, turning his head to the side. he reaches his hand out to push locks of your hair that are stuck to your face. in his peripheral vision, he catches the bite marks and faint scratches that adorn his bicep and he laughs through his nose. “jesus christ, babe. sure did a number on me this time, huh?”

his words are swirling in your head and you grin lazily while looking up at him.

“you should look at yourself in the mirror next, handsome.” he cracks another smile at the slight slur in your speech, obviously worn from the spontaneous session.

jaemin lovingly leans into you to press a kiss to your forehead, lips lingering as if he’s letting the affection pour from his soul and into yours.

“i love you, _____.” he confesses in a soft whisper—a confession meant only for you to hear. “let’s take a ten-minute break before i set up the bath so we can clean up, yeah?” his hand rests at your waist, thumb massaging circles and mindless shapes into the soft flesh.

“i love you too, jaemin.” you whisper back. “we can do that.” although your body is still buzzing from the aftermath of what might just be one of your most satisfying orgasms in the past week, you’re stubborn enough to want to take care of him too. in the safety of his arms, you allow yourself to succumb to the exhaustion as your eyelids slowly fall shut.

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goldyeokki · 10 months

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hiii i love ur writing, since ur taking reqs can i req anything sfw or nsfw bff2l with jaemin??? maybe with an angsty or unexpected confession ? thank u sm🥹❤️

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★ WORD COUNT! ★ 4.6k words

★ CONTENT WARNINGS! ★ unrequited love(?); reader is implied to be in their hoe era; angst (kinda teared up a bit); alcohol mention; bff2e(?)2l; pet names (bunny, little bunny, little one, pretty); manhandling; unprotected sex; breeding; implied overstimulation; implied prey / predatory dynamics if you squint; dom / sub dynamics; dirty talking

★ MINI PLAYLIST! ★ poison (track ver.)_nct dream 𖦹 back 2 u_nct 127 𖦹 can we go back_dojaejung . . . and more!

★ HUA'S NOTE! ★ i already had an idea for this. i just needed to figure out how to start it. and then poison came out. i had a mini playlist to listen to while i was writing this, so i thought i'd share it too to perhaps enhance the reading experience. honestly, i wasn't expecting the smut but . . . as we love to say, one thing led to another and here we are! (ㅅ´ ˘ `) i got a little carried away but i hope it's what you were looking for, and thank you for being patient, nonnie!

having a best friend means you’ll have a ride or die. someone who will put you in your place when you’re being irrational. someone who will text you at two in the morning because they can’t sleep and are craving some 7-eleven microwavable food. someone who will have dinner with your parents and text you to come home quickly before the food runs cold. someone who will prank your other cousins and siblings because you’re bored, and they’re just so fun to tease.

for the most part, that’s what you and na jaemin have. or should you say had?

the day you realised you had feelings for your best friend was the same day you saw him kiss another person. it was about six months ago, on a rainy spring day, at the gates that lead to the lobby of your shared apartment. he had just returned from a date he never told you about, while you were carrying a bag of groceries and your glass heart on your sleeve. you know he never saw you, and you made sure he never will—you sought refuge in a café because you didn’t have anyone you trusted enough to confide in. it’s always been jaemin.

you thought that best friends tell each other everything, but perhaps not.

you’ve never been good at handling your feelings. everything you know, jaemin taught you, and it feels like a subtle poison that your body has learned to accept into your bloodstream. the thing is, he never taught you how to cope with unrequited feelings. it didn’t even occur to you that you never looked at anyone else but him until the day he kissed someone else, wishing that it was you instead.

eventually, you start to distance yourself from him until you’re comfortable enough to live knowing that he’s never going to look at you romantically. you still do what best friends do—hang out, eat together, send dumb memes—because you’re still living with each other to cut costs.

when he’s home, you stay out late a little longer, claiming that you’re doing some ot in the office for a new project only to come home past midnight drenched in the scent of someone else. when you’re home, you keep to yourself and you refuse to initiate contact first. one of his biggest love languages is physical touch and it pains you almost every time he gives you a hug or an affectionate kiss on your temple before he leaves for work or to thank you for something.

how can something you once thought nothing of turn into something you hate to love?

truth be told, you don’t know how much longer you can keep being around him. asking to move out would be too big of an indicator that something is wrong. you would be lying if you said that you’ve been able to keep up with your own façade. it’s been getting too exhausting to keep pretending that every little action of doting or affection from him doesn’t bother you.

you don’t even try to hide it any more. you’re avoiding him in your own home, spending extra unnecessary money that could’ve gone into your savings so you have reasons to stay outside more, coming home late at night with dishevelled clothes and someone else’s fragrance sticking to you like an unwanted yet needed second skin.

tonight is just like any other night. you’re at the door of your shared apartment with your gaze low and heavy—full of guilt over a man who wouldn’t spare a second glance at you. after taking your shoes off at the door, you press your access card and the beep that’s always been so quiet suddenly sounds like a blaring alarm lecturing you for being so stupid.

“you’re home earlier than usual.” jaemin’s voice fills your ears as soon as you step inside. your eyes that were on the ground immediately shot up to see him leaning against the wall. you’re like a deer caught in the headlights, freezing up as the door gently closes on its own behind you. thank the advancement of technology, right?

he’s not wrong. it’s only ten at night. the guy that you were about to hook up with at the bar was too similar to jaemin. from the bright smile down to the kind and charismatic personality, it was too much for you to handle. he’s hauntingly close to the actual person and you know you’ll slip up if you actually went ahead to have a one-night stand with him.

“lately, you’ve been so cold to me, y/n. i know you don’t have new projects.” he starts to slowly walk towards you when you don’t reply to him. you’re mentally screaming at yourself to say something, to tell him that you’re just a little out of it and you need some time on your own, but no words come from your throat. all you can do is stand and watch as he backs you up against the door, arms folded across his chest and a frown on his handsome face. “you come home smelling like a stranger, avoiding me, is there something you wanna tell me? i thought best friends told each other everything.”

yeah. you thought so, too.

you don’t know what’s gotten into you, really. all of the memories of him with that person—you still don’t know their name til this day—kissing, hugging, holding hands, flood your brain. how long have you been shoving your feelings deep down? everything is surging through you, shoulders trembling, and before you know it, tears are flowing down your cheeks as you stare back at him.

“whoa, wait, y/n, what’s– fuck!” jaemin immediately curses when you start to cry. his hands fly to cup your face, wiping away the hot tears with his thumb.

the warmth of his palms sinks into your skin like a warm embrace until he pulls you into his arms, rocking you side to side as he tries to calm you down. his scent engulfs you in a thick blanket of familiarity, strong arms cradling you as you tremble and sob weakly in his hold. this is it. he hasn’t held you like this in such a long time, skin against yours, deep voice telling you that it’s going to be okay, all because you knew you were going to break down like this.

“y/n–”

“i’m in love with you.” you blurt out with a croak, forcing yourself to look him in the eye. jaemin stares back at you, eyes wide with an unreadable expression on his face. you’ve made it this far, you might as well go all the way. “best friends– best friends tell each other everything, right, jaem? i’m in love with you. i saw you kiss someone, someone that i still don’t know who. i saw you kiss them, saw you– saw you hold their hand, i saw you. i fucking saw you, jaem, and i still do, and i don’t even know if i’m making any sense because i’m a little tipsy. the guy that i was about to hook up with an hour ago was too similar to you, that’s why i’m home early, jaem. i’m home early because i’d rather feel miserable at home knowing you won’t ever see me like that than be out with a stranger who’s almost a goddamn carbon copy of you. there! i said it.”

your heart is beating out of your chest, adrenaline pumping through your veins and straight to your head. you’ve completely sobered up now. you don’t know where this could lead, but you’re thinking of all the worst possible things that could happen. is he going to be disgusted with you? you don’t blame him if he does. will he want to move out? you can cope; you live in the heart of seoul and there are plenty of people who need a place or a roommate.

“i thought i was the only one.” jaemin quietly whispers. what is he saying? he wipes away the remnants of your tears with his thumbs and pushes away the locks of hair that had fallen to your face. “you’re so silly, bunny, but i think i was, too.” you still don’t understand what it is he’s trying to say because you’re too focused on the way his touch melts into you.

“what?” that’s all that you can manage, brows knitting into a confused frown.

“all this while, i was too preoccupied trying to find someone else to replace someone that’s irreplaceable.” he smiles at you so gently it makes your heart hurt. “i’m in love with you too, y/n. i’m so sorry i hurt you when i was selfishly ignoring my feelings for you. the last thing i’d ever want to do is hurt you in any way.”

“what?” you exhale, still unable to wrap what he’s just said around your head. does that mean that you’ve both been idiots this whole time? does that mean you didn’t need to go the extra mile to spend on things you don’t need to fill in the void? does that mean that all of your efforts are in vain because the man you’re in love with reciprocates your feelings?

you force yourself to lift your gaze to meet his eyes only to find him looking back at you, knowing better than anyone that you’re trying to process everything.

“y/n, can i make it up to you?”

“how do you . . .” your throat goes dry for a second, unsure of what he’s implying. “how do you want to make it up to me?”

he seems hesitant for a second. his eyes fall to your lips, lingering for a couple of beats, and then they glide back to your watery eyes. oh. the corners of his mouth curl upwards into a small guilty smile when he realises he’s been caught and you couldn’t resist the urge to let a short, quiet laugh free from your throat.

“let me prove to you that you’re the only one i want,” he begins, voice a little shaky. it’s so unlike him—he’s always been so confident and courageous. ever so slowly, he leans in to close the gap between both of your faces and bodies. he’s giving you more than enough time to push him away and tell him he’s overstepping a boundary, but you want him to break all of the boundaries that you’ve accidentally built to protect yourself from getting too hurt. one of his hands has wandered to your hip, giving it a gentle squeeze as his other caresses your cheek lovingly. he comes to a stop when his lips hover over yours, minty breath fanning against your skin. “let me prove to you that you’re the only one i need.”

“please do,” you whisper.

that’s all he needs from you to let himself go.

jaemin presses his soft lips against yours and you practically melt in his arms. he moves so sweetly and gently, as if afraid of breaking you if he went too far. you, on the other hand, are eager and greedy, but you let him set the pace first.

your hands snake up his broad chest and shoulders, feeling his muscles stiffen under your touch just as his breath hitches at the sudden contact. he directs your jaw up and pins you against the door, eliminating any space between your bodies with a muted groan. you wrap one hand around the nape of his neck while the other delves deep into his pinkish-brown locks, fingernails scratching the back of his scalp just the way you know he likes it.

it pulls a generous moan from him that you wholeheartedly swallow, taking the opportunity to slide your tongue in and taste his minty toothpaste. in a competitive retaliation to your actions, he wedges his knee between your thighs. in a stroke of luck, he bumps it against where your clit pulses in excitement and desperation. this time, you’re the one moaning.

fire burns in your body when he doesn’t remove his knee, letting you sit your needy heat on his thick thigh. the thought of riding his thigh leaves you breathless, but he doesn’t give you much room to think when he grows aggressive with his kisses.

he’s moving faster, eager as he tastes the remnants of peach soju and yakult on your tongue, tilting his head so he’s granted a deeper angle. your body moves against your will, hips rocking against his knee to relieve the ache between your thighs. he smiles against your lips and pulls away from you but he keeps his leg in the same position. you whine at the loss of contact. your mind is too hazed with lust to think of anything else but his intoxicating touch. how embarrassing it is to easily fall apart at the hands of your best friend?

“you’re so pretty, baby,” he hums to himself, taking in the view of you pathetically grinding yourself down on him. heat rushes to your face and your core, suddenly bashful from receiving all of his attention. you bite down on your bottom lip and tear your gaze away but he firmly grabs your jaw before you can look somewhere else. you know he’s strong—he works out, and he can easily manhandle you if he wants to—but only now do you see him flexing his strength on you to elicit a response from you.

jaemin leans close, and you see that look of guilt wash over his dark eyes for a second time. you want to tell him that you’re not doing this because you’re in need of a quick release, that you need him in every sense of the word, but he kisses you before you have a chance of articulating the words in your mind.

this time, it’s hot, greedy, and desperate. it turns into him bringing his feet back onto the floor and pinning you to the door yet again with his hands on your hips. you eagerly match his pace, getting on your tiptoes to meet him halfway and try to push him back in a feeble attempt to assert yourself but he doesn’t let you. his hands start to wander up and they halt at your ribs, gently massaging the area as he pulls away just enough to whisper against your lips.

“tell me to stop.” his voice is pleading, waiting to hear you say that enough is enough and he’s crossing boundaries.

“if you stop, i’m telling on you to your mom that you refuse to acce– mmh!” he shuts you up with a searing kiss, pouring all of his feelings into it, and you feel a grin forming that you can’t help but smile either.

“your room or mine?” he peels away from you, pushing away stray locks of your hair before gazing into your eyes. he looks so handsome with his hair all messy, cheeks flushed and lips swollen from all of the kissing.

“does it matter?” you shoot back with a cocked eyebrow. he takes your hand in his—an action as natural as breathing—and begins to lead you away from the door. you already know it’s going to be his room.

“uh, yeah. if i’m breaking your back, i’m going to do it on a comfortable mattress.” he says as a matter of factly with a playful roll of his eyes. “and that mattress is mine, by the way. not yours.”

“i don’t think i’m going to get turned on by how comfy your bed is, jaem.” you grin at him as if your underwear isn’t soaked through and he isn’t hard as a rock through his sweatpants. you can clearly see the outline of his dick and boy, is he packing. he flicks the light switch on and you close the door behind you.

“no, but you’re getting turned on by me.” jaemin pulls you into a sweet kiss, smiling before his hands are working away at undressing you. before you even know it, you’re on his bed with nothing but your underwear on. you blink up at him all doe-eyed as he palms himself through his sweatpants, eyeing you hungrily like a predator cornering its prey. “you look so pretty, little bunny.” your cheeks burn. he’s always called you ‘bunny’ or ‘little bunny’ as a term of endearment, but this time it makes your cunt pulse and your stomach flutter at the same time.

“jaemin, are you going to fuck me or not?” your voice comes out whinier than you intend it to be but he’s enjoying every last bit of it.

“what, i can’t admire the love of my life?” he cocks an eyebrow upward and a lazy grin appears on his face. he takes off his shirt and tosses it over his shoulder. you know that he has an incredible body. you’ve seen him shirtless one too many times and you’d be a liar to say that not once have you let your thoughts wander. your eyes stay fixed on his face, following him as he gets on his knees at the edge of the bed. “such a pretty, pretty number that you’re wearing tonight, bun.” he hums, nosing at the silky, indigo fabric. perhaps once or twice you’ve pictured him in this exact position, hands firmly gripping the back of your thighs with his head between them, grinning as he looks up at you with a hungry, half-lidded gaze. nothing compares to the real thing when you can feel his hot breath fan against your pulsing core, waiting for him to do something—anything—to you.

“can’t believe you were going to wear this and fuck someone else other than me.” you’re taken aback when his voice drops an octave, practically growling against your cunt with predatory eyes. his teeth gently enclose your clit where it bulges against the fabric and you gasp as electricity crackles from the base of your spine to the back of your neck. he licks a fat stripe from your entrance up to your throbbing bud, flicking at it before he decides it’s enough games and he slides your underwear to the side to reveal your dripping, aching cunt. out of instinct, you press your thighs together but he forces them open, shooting you a look of warning and you quickly submit. “hmm, my bunny’s pretty pussy’s so pink and wet. who are you so wet for, hm?”

“onl– ah!” you gasp when he slides a finger in with no warning. you hear the soft squelch and you’re embarrassed by the sounds but your body reacts so wantonly to him. “oh– only you, jaem!” your body burns from the relief that his finger brings you, rocking in and out of your drooling cunt at a slow and steady pace.

“is that so, little one?” he hums, letting a second finger join the first. you whimper whilst nodding eagerly for him, walls clenching around the stretch of his thick digits. he curls them into a gentle hook and angles his wrist while he continues pumping them into you at a steady pace until you whine his name out. he memorises that angle, flicking his wrist faster, rubbing your g-spot and letting his heel bump against your clit. “i want to taste you, pretty, but it’ll have to wait. i need to be inside you now.”

“fuck, yes, please.” you nod eagerly but writhe when he presses a soft kiss to your clit before he withdraws himself to get rid of his boxers and sweatpants. they’re gone in one swift move, kicked away as he lubricates himself with the remnants of your slick on his fingers. you watch his heavy cock twitch in his hand, the mushroomy tip leaking precum, aching for some form of relief. “‘s not gonna fit.” you blurt out with a slight slur in your words.

“hm?” jaemin tilts his head to the side slightly, an adorable pout on his lips as he lines up his tip with your entrance. “little bunny, your body was made for me. i’ll make it fit." his words make your core throb and your heart skip a beat as he climbs over you. the mattress dips under his weight but your entire focus is on him as he comes close to you, chasing for your lips as if he couldn’t bare to spend another second without feeling you on him.

you quietly moan, melting into the kiss as you loop your arms around his neck. his cockhead pushes past your entrance and your lips part in a silent moan from the stretch, head tipping back. he takes the opportunity to whisper hushed praises into your ear, leaving open-mouthed kisses along your jawline as he slowly eases himself deeper into your pulsing cunt. your walls wrap around him like a vice, sucking him in as your mind spins from the girth that you have to accommodate.

“you’re so fucking big, jaem,” you sigh, forehead dropping against his shoulder.

“shh, shh, pretty bunny. i got you, i got you,” he bites back a groan, practically growling his words in restraint. “we’re halfway in, you’re doing so fucking well for me, baby.” halfway? if you aren’t going to pass out then, you’re going to pass out when he’s fully inside of you. you clench down around him at the fact that he’s so big and he chuckles darkly. “should’ve known you love being overpowered, huh? pretty little bunny just wants to be prey to the big, bad, wolf.”

“jaem . . .” you whine and look away. just like earlier, he catches your jaw and forces your gaze onto him.

“you’re so good for me, bunny. so perfect for me, yeah?” he croons sweetly, kissing your forehead, and then your lips. you feel so full, and when you look down where your bodies are connected, another soft moan tumbles from you when you realise he’s buried to the hilt inside of you. “told you. your body was made for me, baby.”

you can feel his cock throb against your walls, every slow drag and push of his erection, tip effortlessly hitting your g-spot with every steady stroke. he sets a moderate pace to allow you to get used to his weight and size, showering you with praise and affection which serves to do nothing but arouse you even more.

“jaem,” you pant, gaze darting from his eyes to his lips. he hums in response to let you know that he’s listening. he wraps your legs around his hips, hand snaking between your bodies to gently roll your neglected clit in figure-eights. “want you to– can you ruin me? for everyone else? want to belong to you and only you.”

“if you say that, i won’t be able to stop myself, bunny.” he warns sternly.

“i don’t want you to.”

you know what you’re in for. you’ve heard stories and rumours about how good he is in bed but you’ve paid no attention to them. maybe you should’ve, because you vaguely remember someone claiming that he’s good, and maybe you should’ve taken that as a warning.

jaemin pulls his cock out until part of his tip pokes past your entrance. you’re about to whine in protest at the loss of contact but it immediately turns into a carnal scream of his name when he shoves his cock back into you with full force. he’s pounding into you recklessly, bruising the gummy roof of your walls until your eyes roll back, your body igniting with every electrifying thrust.

“gonna ruin this tight pussy, ‘cause it’s all fucking mine, isn’t it?” he growls into your ear, brows furrowing tightly in effort and concentration. the sound of wet skin slapping against skin bounces off the walls of his bedroom, the noises of your juices squelching in tandem that you can’t help but feel embarrassed. your fingers dig into the flesh of his biceps, forming pink half-crescents that drag into faint red lines. “shit, you’re sucking me in so goddamn tightly, bun. trying to milk me, pretty thing? fuck, you look so fucking gorgeous when i’m fucking you stupid with my cock.”

you weakly cry out his name, tears springing from the corners of your eyes as you try to formulate your thoughts—except that there’s nothing in your brain but how good he feels. you’re getting drunk and high on his cock filling you up, stretching your walls with every mind-numbing stroke.

“should’ve known you were a cockhungry bunny,” he grunts. “i would’ve done something first before someone else snatched you up, but that’s okay ‘cause—fuck—’cause you’re all mine now. isn’t that right, bunny?”

“yeah, ‘m all yours.”

“you look so goddamn unreal. crying while getting fucked stupid, i can do this all day just to see you like this, baby.”

“jaemin,” you cry out in desperation, feeling your high slowly edge closer. your walls clench around his cock, pleasure burning through your limbs as he groans against your skin.

“fuck, say my name like that again, pretty.” he pants hotly, pushing himself up to see you. you immediately comply and moan his name out only for him to plant his palms flat on either side of your head. his knees are buried firmly into the mattress. with the new angle and position, he’s able to watch you come undone, chest bouncing with every thrust. “you’re gonna make me cum before i make sure you do, fuck. you’re so dangerous.”

“i can’t– i’m gonna– jaem, please!” you don’t even know what you’re begging for at this point. a familiar warmth starts to gather at your lower belly, aching for sweet release.

“yeah? my sweet bunny’s gonna cum?” he coos. you nod your head fervently. you’d do anything to be able to cum; knowing it’s on the tip of your tongue but never quite tasting it is your personal hell. “go on, baby. make a mess on my cock for me.”

anything for you.

he reaches between your bodies to start toying with your sensitive bud yet again, and it’s the final push you need.

“jaemin!” his name falls from your lips in a high-pitched whine as your walls flutter around him, gushing as pleasure overwhelms your senses. your entire body is buzzing from the high and you mewl when he gasps out your name, pressing his lips against yours as he spills his hot seed inside of you shortly after. your brain has turned into pure mush, panting and disoriented from the hardest orgasm you’ve had yet.

he doesn’t pull out after, no. he carefully moves around until you’re both lying down on your sides, facing each other in your post-sex glory.

“so . . .” he starts, letting his voice trail. you look at him, humming to let him know that you’re listening. “can i be your boyfriend?”

is he dead serious?

“na jaemin, are you really asking me that after we poured our guts out to each other, and shortly after, you ruined my guts, and may i remind you, you’re still balls deep inside of me?”

“. . . so is that a yes or no?”

“yes, you idiot. you can be my boyfriend.” you know his mom will be ecstatic to hear the news. she’s been rooting for the both of you ever since she started to notice a slight shift in your dynamics. “you’re also making me breakfast tomorrow morning, mr boyfriend.”

“okay, but i always do.” he looks at you in slight confusion.

“i’m pretty sure i lost my ability to walk for days.”

silence falls between the both of you and a cheeky grin appears on his face.

“now i wanna fuck you til you can’t walk for weeks.”

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