misery loves company
Pairing: Na Jaemin x female!reader
Themes: pwp | smut | fluff | friends to lovers!au | kinda ansty for 3 seconds
Word count: 3.7k
Summary: While your friends go on a beach trip, you and Jaemin have to stay behind. It sucks, but it’s not something either of you can change. One day, you get a video call that sets things between you and Jaemin in motion.
Warnings: soft slow unprotected sex on the hammock | Jaemin gives reader a hickey | cream pie | readers is a brat | cock warming | teasing | if I forgot about anything, I am sorry
A/N for sunny side nct event hosted by neosmutcollective. suppport dreamies
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It was supposed to be the summer of your life.
Unfortunately, things didn’t exactly go as planned. Together with your friends, you made arrangements to go to the beach, bask in the sunlight, and splash in the ocean. Everything was meticulously mapped out. However, a few days before the departure, your pain in the ass of a boss happily announced that he wasn't going to grand you your well-deserved vacation.
At first, you considered quitting altogether. However, after a few minutes of intense pondering, you concluded it would be reckless to leave your job without having a second one already secured. Though it was tempting to tell your boss what you really thought about him, you chose to accept your schedule. After all, you praised yourself for your creativity – you didn’t have to leave the city to have a blast of a summer.
You were a little bit envious that your friends got to spend two weeks at the beach and you had to bust your ass off at work, but you still made an effort to wish them a safe journey. Maybe you didn’t get to spoil yourself in the luxurious beach resort, but at least, you were going to take full advantage of staying at Chenle’s guest room, looking after his precious puppy.
Chenle lived in a fancy house with a large patio, a vast backyard, and an enormous kidney-shaped pool. He had granted you full access to it all for keeping an eye on Daegal. It became your routine to feed and walk the puppy, go to your silly job, return to Chenle’s house, and chill to your heart’s content. Maybe it wasn’t complete relaxation, but you decided to cherish it nonetheless. A few hours were still better than nothing.
Right now, you were lying in the hammock, reading a book, sipping on an alcoholic drink you found in Chenle’s refrigerator. Even if you were in the shade, it was scorching hot. You didn’t mind it, though. It was summer – it was supposed to be hot. Besides, it was slowly getting darker and cooler. You were basically living your ultimate relaxation fantasy inside Chenle’s garden.
Just when you finished reading the fifteenth chapter of your book, you heard your phone go off, letting you know about an incoming call. Quickly, you closed the book and put it on the coffee table, reaching for your phone, sliding your finger across the screen, accepting the call.
It was Mark.
“Oh, hi, Mark, what’s up?” You spoke, smiling upon seeing your friend. He was video calling you, letting you see what you’re missing out on.
Perfect.
That was exactly what you needed.
“Just checkin’ in,” Mark casually said, chuckling. “How is it going? Chenle’s wondering how his baby is doing. You didn’t lose her, did you?”
“Nope, she’s perfectly fine,” you beamed, craning your neck around, looking for Daegal. “She’s chewing her rubber duck toy right now. You want to see? Get Chenle on the phone,” you ordered as you switched to the back camera of your phone, zooming on the puppy. After you provided the boys with some high-quality footage of the squeaking adorableness, you set the front camera back. “I may take her for a walk to the park later.”
“You have a triple chin when you lie like that,” you heard Haechan’s mocking voice through the mobile device. Annoyed, you stuck your tongue out before readjusting your position on the hammock to look presentable. “You’re not gonna impress Jaemin when looking like that.”
“Bitch, why do you speak when you can shut up?” You spat, trying your best to be nice to be Haechan. Yep, that’s you trying your best. “Really, nobody asked for your opinion,” you added, regretting that Haechan was miles away. You’d feel much better if you could knock some sense in that stupid head of his. He was lucky he was out of your reach.
“Bitch, it’s a straight fact,” Haechan carried on to which you rolled your eyes.
“Somebody hit him, please,” you whispered, running out of patience sooner than anticipated. “Thank you, Chenle. I don’t know what I’d do without you,” you beamed, enjoying your small victory. Chenle could’ve hit Haechan harder, though. The idiot barely got what he deserved.
“Speaking of Jaemin,” Chenle started, rubbing his temple. “You two are not fucking all over my place, are you?” He asked in a hopeful tone, and you once again rolled your eyes. What were they thinking?
“No! God, no,” you quickly denied, looking over to the side, checking if Jaemin’s still asleep. “As if you’ve forgotten, we’re just friends.”
Speaking of Jaemin…
You weren’t the only one whom unfortunate circumstances ruined summer plans. While you had to stay behind because of your stupid boss, Jaemin had to finish his apprenticeship over the summer. It was his last call to get it done, so he didn’t really have a choice but stay and complete his college duties. Though it sucked you couldn’t go on that trip, at least you had a person to keep you company during these long summer evenings – it really was a blessing.
Once Jaemin was done with his apprenticeship for the day, he would stroll over to Chenle’s house to chill with you. And while you were trying to get some reading done on the hammock, Jaemin would play games on his phone or just nap on the garden bench next to you. You two didn’t do much, but it still felt nice and relaxing. A peaceful atmosphere, a summer playlist playing softly from the inside, and an occasional breeze gave you almost epic holiday goals.
“So… you’re not fucking in my house? That’s a relief,” Chenle spoke, content with your reply. “How is he doing, by the way?”
“I think he’s napping,” you spoke, turning to the side, making sure Jaemin was indeed knocked out on the bench, cutely hugging the cushion, scrunching his nose in his sleep. “He’s busting his ass off. They really treat him like a slave,” you added, sympathizing with Jaemin. Every time he came over, he would plop down onto that bench and nap for a few hours to recharge the batteries. “Let him sleep.”
“Awww…” Haechan cooed, and you huffed, trying not to lash out at him. You would most definitely wake Jaemin up, and you wanted him to catch some more z’s. “You care about him so much it makes me sick.”
“Eat shit, loser,” you whispered-yelled at the boy, wishing it would shut him up. His relentless teasing was annoying the living hell out of you. At this point, a shark could bite him in the ass, and you would regret you weren’t there to record it.
“Stop teasing them,” Jeno ordered, pushing Haechan out of the camera frame, and you sighed in relief, glad that Jeno stepped in to put an end to your misery. “Let them get together at their own pace,” he added, and you looked away, a little embarrassed.
All of them seemed to be painfully aware of your concealed feelings for Jaemin, and sometimes, it drove you crazy. If your crush was so transparent, you figured Jaemin must’ve known about it too, and the fact that he had never acted on it made you believe he did not reciprocate it. Without saying anything, Jaemin basically turned you down.
Apparently, you were fated to be only friends.
“Enough of that; what about you guys? How is the beach? What are your plans for today?” You inquired, desperately trying to change the subject. You were not comfortable when they put you in the spotlight, especially when you might’ve got caught by Jaemin.
“Who are you talking to?” You heard Jaemin’s raspy voice as he must’ve stirred awake. Hopefully, he didn’t hear any incriminating parts of your conversation with the boys.
“Guys called to check up on Daegal,” you answered, sending Jaemin a calm smile.
“What’s up, guys?” Jaemin yawned as he stretched a little. “Haechan’s bride-to-be is fine. No need to worry,” Jaemin casually added as he approached the hammock, walking into the camera frame, waving at the guys.
“Watch it, Na Jaeman. I don’t like your tone,” you rolled your eyes upon hearing Haechan’s annoying voice again. You thought it was the end of your interaction for today, but apparently, you were wrong. Haechan’s shenanigans were relentless. At this point, you wondered how on earth this insufferable asshole still had friends.
“We went surfing earlier,” Renjun interjected before another quarrel erupted. Finally! Someone knew proper dialogue etiquette. “And we’re going to the party on the beach today, but Jisung is taking forever to get ready.”
“Scoot over,” Jaemin whispered, gently hitting your thigh.
“It’s a hammock for one person, it doesn’t work like that,” you replied, but Jaemin didn’t listen, getting on the hammock nonetheless. His movements were clumsy; at least three times, Jaemin pressed his elbow into your side, making you wince in pain as he tried to lie down next to you. You two were wiggling on the verge of falling onto the floor. Your phone fell out of your grip, hitting you in your forehead in the process.
“What is going on? Let me see,” once again, Haechan asked, trying to see what was happening on the other side of the video call; too bad that your phone was squished somewhere between you and Jaemin. “Are they fucking? I heard someone’s moans. Do they know they haven’t hung up?”
“What is wrong with you?” You yelled as you sought for your phone, wanting to prove to them that your moans had nothing to do with fucking. Jaemin was just lazy, trying to join you on the hammock for some reason. “Not everything is about fucking. You really should get some tonight.”
“I’ve been getting some these days,” Haechan announced proudly, making Jaemin snort.
“Yeah, right,” Jaemin snickered, dubious of Haechan’s conquers.
“Watch it, Jaeman,” Haechan warned, challenging Jaemin. “You really don’t want to get on my bad side. I know some stuff,” he added, wiggling his eyebrows suggestively. “It would be a shame if some secrets accidentally spilled.”
“You wouldn’t dare,” Jaemin spoke, creasing his eyebrow in deep thought. You had no idea what it might’ve been about, but it was obvious Haechan would spill Jaemin’s secret sooner or later. Haechan was a little shit who just couldn’t keep anything a secret.
“Try me, bitch.”
“Can someone hit him again?” You interjected, trying to make the boys handle Haechan. You and Jaemin were at your limit.
“Fuck you,” Jaemin carried on, visibly ticked off by Haechan’s antics. It was difficult to anger Jaemin since he was usually a calm and peaceful person. However, Haechan seemed to be the only one who could piss him off quite effortlessly.
“It would be really awkward if I told her that you have a huge cru–“
“Shkshajkshd, we can’t hear you. The connection is breaking; we’re driving into a tunnel,” Jaemin spoke before hanging up, placing your phone on the coffee table.
“You realize it was a video call, right?” You inquired, and Jaemin just shrugged, acting unbothered. “It was a bit rude, but I get where it was coming from. Haechan is a little piece of shit,” you reasoned, and Jaemin just hummed in agreement.
For a while, no one addressed Haechan’s last words. While Jaemin sighed and snuggled closer to you, finding a more comfortable position, you wondered what kind of secret Haechan almost disclosed.
“It feels nice,” Jaemin whispered, rubbing his cheek against your shoulder, finding it incredibly pleasant to lie like that, squished together at the hammock. While Jaemin felt utter comfort, you were tense as fuck.
“I’ll go get us drinks,” you spoke, trying to get up, but Jaemin didn’t let you go, wrapping his arm around your body, pulling you closer against him.
“Let’s stay like this,” he whispered, closing his eyes.
“I am really uncomfortable, though,” you said, trying your best not to sound rude. It hurt your heart to push Jaemin away like that, but it had to be done in order to save the last remains of your dignity. Jaemin didn’t like you the way you liked him. He was generally cuddly, and you just happened to be around. You couldn’t raise your hopes up.
“Am I really making you uncomfortable?” Jaemin asked in a meek tone, sounding awfully hurt. “So you really meant it. Okay, I am sorry,” he added, staring into your eyes, leaning backward, giving you enough space to wiggle out of the hammock.
However, instead of running away, you trained your eyes on Jaemin. His gaze was soft, and you were unable to look away or say anything.
“The guys were annoying me to confess, but I knew it that you liking me back was too good to be true. I am sorry,” Jaemin confessed, and you almost choked. What the hell was happening? You must’ve had a heat stroke. “I know this is awkward, but I hope we can still be friends; after I deal with my feelings, of course.”
“What the fuck?” You yelled, refusing to believe your ears. Jaemin just confessed, and you couldn’t even vocalize a proper response. “No, don’t do that,” you ordered, and Jaemin raised his eyebrow, being puzzled as ever. “Of course, I like you, idiot. I like you a lot.”
“Really?”
You were too excited to give him a verbal response, so you opted for vigorously nodding. In an instant, Jaemin flashed his beautiful smile. That kind of smile that made your heart flutter, that kind of smile that in a matter of seconds could light your whole world.
“Thank fucking God,” Jaemin breathed out in relief as he threw his leg over your body, leaning down to kiss you. Jaemin was grinning at you, and you waited for his lips to meet yours. At a snail-like pace, his mouth was inching to yours, making you crazy.
“You’re gonna kiss me, or what?”
“Shut up and let me savor this moment,” Jaemin ordered, ignoring your words. His mouth was hovering an inch above yours, but before you could taste his lips, he caressed your cheek, admiring your beauty.
“I’m gonna kick you off the hammock unless you kiss me in three seconds,” you threatened, and Jaemin giggled at your impatience.
“You really want me,” he smugly whispered before pressing his lips against yours, savoring the innocent sensation. Gently, he kissed you, and you put your hands on the nape of his neck, pulling him closer.
Jaemin’s lips felt sweet. Leisurely, he moved them against yours, enjoying every second of it. You could kiss him for hours. His hands were moving up and down your side, feeling you up.
“I am taking you on a date tomorrow,” Jaemin spoke, his tone suggesting it was a non-negotiable statement. Now when he knew you reciprocated his feelings, he wasn’t going to back out. He wanted to start dating you properly as soon as it was possible.
“I am sorry, I can’t. I’m dog-sitting tomorrow,” you teased, and Jaemin huffed at your bullshit excuse.
“I am taking you on a picnic date to the park tomorrow. You can bring the dog with you,” he answered wittily, quickly finding a solution to your minor problem. “No buts,” Jaemin added when you opened your mouth to continue your I-am-a-very-busy-person act.
Everything was settled; Jaemin had made plans for tomorrow, and nothing you said would make him change his mind.
“I can’t wait,” you whispered between kisses, grinning.
You two were in your little world. Slowly, your kissing lost all of its innocence, becoming more passionate and desperate. Jaemin was feeling you up, pressing you down against the fabric of the hammock, grinding against you. You, on the other hand, moaned into his mouth, encouraging him to keep going, tugging at his soft hair.
“I am sorry. I am getting ahead of myself,” Jaemin apologized once it was impossible for you not to feel his semi-hard length digging into your thigh. “You’re so sexy, and I am kissing you, and it got me really excited,” he was blabbering, and you found it endearing.
“It’s okay,” you reassured him, beaming. It was fine. You couldn’t blame him. He might’ve sported a boner, but in all honesty, you were aroused too – your panties were soaked through. “I don’t really mind it,” you added, flashing him a playful smirk as you reached down and cupped his erection, feeling him through the fabric of his trousers.
As if reading your mind, Jaemin buckled his hips, seeking more friction as you palmed him.
“Should we?” Jaemin asked, still uncertain if it was the right order of events. “I really want to, obviously,” he paused, looking down at his boner.
“I will be really angry if we don’t,” you replied quickly, rubbing your thighs together under Jaemin’s weight. “Let’s fuck,” you added, pulling Jaemin down by the collar of his T-shirt, pressing a passionate kiss against his lips.
Jaemin needed no more encouragement. Maybe your blunt words killed romantic vibes, but it most definitely did not ruin your horny mood. Jaemin kissed you back, dictating the tempo, and you moaned into his mouth once his hand slipped under the hem of your pants.
“Yes,” you whispered as soon as Jaemin’s fingers fiddled with your bud. “Just like that, touch me,” you encouraged him, biting your lips, feeling a wave of excitement wash through you. Leisurely, Jaemin rubbed your clit, smearing your arousal across your folds before entering you. “Mhm…,” you purred, closing your eyes. Soon enough, Jaemin pressed wet kisses down your neck, gently nibbling on your skin. “It feels very nice,” you praised him when Jaemin added another finger, stretching you out.
“I don’t have a condom on me,” Jaemin announced sadly, already thinking ahead.
“I don’t have one, either,” you replied through hushed breaths. Usually, you wouldn’t mind making Jaemin cum with your hand or mouth. However, right now, your mind was clouded by yearning. You trusted Jaemin and really wanted to feel his cock inside of you. “I’m on birth control, though. We can go raw,” you declared to which Jaemin sighed in relief.
“Thank fucking God.”
Carefully, Jaemin climbed on top of you. The hammock was slightly swinging, so Jaemin stopped his ministrations, not wanting to risk falling down.
“Let me,” you spoke as you reached to undo his pants and yank them down to his mid-thigh, pulling out his erect cock. Staring down at his erection, you licked your lips, giving his length a few strokes.
“Pull down your panties,” Jaemin ordered, and you obediently pushed your undergarment, allowing him to align his cock with your entrance.
“Mhm…” you moaned as Jaemin slowly eased his cock inside of you, giving you more time than necessary to adjust to his size. “Fuck me, Jaemin,” you urged him to move, and Jaemin smirked, staring into your eyes.
“Give me a second,” he started, taking a deep breath. “You’re so tight I might cum now,” he confessed, and you giggled, letting him calm down.
“Let me know when you’re ready,” you playfully replied, letting your hands wander all the way to his butt cheeks, groping him.
“You really want me to cum in three seconds,” Jaemin shook his head, giggling. “Don’t do that,” he added, smacking your hand away from his butt.
With Jaemin’s cock buried deep inside of you, it was difficult to stay sane. Though he tried to keep you still, you couldn’t help yourself. You were impatient to get your release, so you began moving your hips.
“You’re such a brat,” Jaemin commented, but you just shrugged, agreeing with him. “So desperate for me to fuck you,” Jaemin snickered as he finally started moving.
Thanks to the wobbling surface, Jaemin couldn’t fuck you rough. His thrusts were slow and calculated. Jaemin was making love to you, and you loved every second of it. Everything felt so intense that your walls began to clench around his length in no time.
“Come around my cock,” Jaemin whispered, burying his head in your neck. He was sucking your bare skin with intentions of marking you. You were moaning at the top of your voice, overwhelmed by raw bliss.
“Fuck,” you cursed when you came, milking Jaemin’s cock with your sweet release. Just when your orgasm rippled through you, your walls tightened around Jaemin’s length, pushing him over the edge, too. “Jaemin,” you whispered his name as he collapsed on top of you, shooting his load inside of you.
Even though post-orgasmic sensations faded away, you and Jaemin remained still. His flaccid cock was still buried deep inside you, and none of you made effort to pull away.
“We need to take a shower,” you whispered, staring at Jaemin. It still felt surreal that he was this close. Though you both were coated in sweat and other body liquids, neither of you made any effort to move. “And feed Daegal! Fuck, how could I forget? Chenle’s gonna kill me!” You shouted as realization hit you right in the face. You had one job, and still, Jaemin distracted you.
“Well… if that’s any consolation, that’s not the only reason why he’s gonna kill you,” Jaemin stated matter-of-factly, smiling at you with his signature playful smirk. “Let’s be honest; whether it’s one, two, or three hundred reasons that you’ve given him to kill you, you’re still gonna end up dead, so why not die a legend?”
“Get off,” you ordered through gritted teeth. Though you knew Jaemin was only joking, you were not in the mood for laughing. Daegal had a precise feeding schedule, and you just knew Chenle would figure out you didn’t provide his dog with food on time.
“I know you want to sound mean right now, but it’s just a matter of time until we’re doing it in the pool,” Jaemin confidently spoke as he pulled out his cock and tucked it inside his boxers.
Jaemin was smug, but you didn’t deny it. Even though he wasn’t particularly persuasive, he had you wrapped around his finger. It was just a matter of time until you’d agree to all of his wicked propositions. This was definitely the first, and the last time Chenle let you stay at his house, and it’s all Jaemin’s fault.
“Whatever,” you mumbled, too prideful to admit Jaemin’s accusations were correct.
“Fantastic,” Jaemin beamed content with your reaction. “You know where to find me.”
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