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[11:40 am]
“c’mere.”
jaemin wears a small frown on his face, his arm curls around your shoulder before he tugs you to switch places with him.
you eye him as he cranes his neck to the side—watching the busy road carefully.
“be careful, your bag.” jaemin pulls you close as you both cross the road. you can see the faint pink on his cheeks as you smile teasingly.
“thanks, jaem.”
wc. 1.1k | fluff
[ 5:34pm ] with the summer air whisking in from the open window and fluttering the curtains with a heated wind, it starts to become tiresome to feel warm breath fanning down your neck every time the boy next to you exhales. and much to your dismay, his attention is too wrapped up in the film playing in front of him to worry about- or even notice- the uncomfortable temperature of his cuddles. you wiggle a bit in an attempt to take at least some of your personal space back, but when the arms around your waist only squeeze you back in, you know it was all in vain.
jaemin shifts when the credits finally begin to scroll, and a hot, heavy sigh rushes into your hair, his mind now solely on you and the feeling of your body against his; his warm lips dance against the skin of your neck and leave ticklish open mouthed kisses in their wake. the humidity seems to bother him none. you have to let out a whine. “jaem, it’s hot.”
“yeah you are,” he hums, snuggling further into you, sucking a spot into the skin under your jaw. the smirk you feel on his lips lets you know he’s annoying you on purpose. you grumble, prying your boyfriends body away from your overheating one. he finally pulls away, reluctantly.
“you’re so clingy sometimes,” you huff, fanning yourself with your hand.
jaemin sits up straight, shock prominent in his sparkling brown eyes as he looks at you. “me? i’m the clingy one?” he gawks. you roll your eyes at him. he watches as you reach for your drink on the bedside table, swirling the ice around.
“don’t act surprised, jaem, you’re the clingiest boy on earth,” the exaggerated scoff that jaemin let’s out paired with the grumpy cross of his arms makes you giggle into your straw.
“i’m sorry, i seem to remember how someone wouldn’t go to bed last night unless i was there to use as a body pillow,” the boy retorts. “oh wait, actually,” he brings his hand up to his chin in fake thought, and pauses for a moment. “no, yeah that’s every night.”
you narrow your eyes. “is that really the game you wanna play? jeno and renjun don’t even let us sit together when we go out because you never let go of me.”
“they’re just sad and jealous,” he waves the statement away like nothing. “let’s not forget that you called me like a hundred times last week when hyuck needed help house sitting.”
“the cat missed you!”
“please, the cat barely even knows i live here!”
jaemin shrieks as you lunge toward him, pushing him backwards onto the bed and trapping him beneath you.
“our cat loves you and you know it.”
jaemin’s eyes are wide for a moment as he adjusts to what just happened. he feels his wrists pinned beneath your hands and your thighs holding his hips in place. his hair hangs in his face, and he shakes his head to whip it away and see the smug look on your own face hovering above him.
“what now, huh?” you provoke.
jaemin grins up at you. “aren’t you just the cutest.”
“don’t patronize me.”
but when you feel the muscles in his arms move under your fingers and see the smirk that’s making it’s way onto his pink lips-
“don’t you dare.”
the mischievous glint in his eyes-
“na jaemin. don’t do it.”
in an instant he’s on his feet, and he’s got you in the air, draped over his shoulder with his arms wrapped tightly around your legs that dangle in front of him. you yelp, clutching the fabric of his t-shirt in your fists.
“jaemin! put me do-”
before you finish he’s already spinning, and the colors and shapes in the bedroom bleed together in a dizzy blur. you whine loudly as the force makes your mind whirl, and you squeeze your eyes shut, tucking your head between his shoulder blades.
thankfully, he has enough courtesy to stop before you become too dazed, but his words still seem jumbled when he speaks again.
“who’s clingy now?” he mocks your tone from before, referring to your form firmly hanging onto the snarky boy. you only grumble. you wiggle your legs in his grasp to be let down.
he chuckles, grabbing your waist and bowing his body forward to let you fall backwards onto the bed, only you forget to let him free from your fists, and he falls with you, catching himself by planting his hands on either side of you before he knocks the wind out of you.
“geez, i know i’m handsome but you can’t even let go?” he quips. you squint at him and his stupid cheesy grin that’s still spinning in your dizzy eyes. “how about a kiss to make it better?” he asks sweetly, leaning down toward you, pursing his lips and making sloppy kissy noises.
“oh, you’d like that, wouldn’t you?” you push his face away, and he flops down on the mattress next to you. “you can’t go an hour without a kiss.”
jaemin gasps. “can too! i bet i can make it the whole night!”
you scoff. “please, i bet i can make you kiss me right now.”
“yeah? try me.”
jaemin crosses his arms, but the second that he sees your lips up in a little pout, your eyes shimmering- how did you make them do that so quickly? god, he made a mistake.
“nana,” you coo, reaching out for his hand to play with his fingers. his heart swells.
“noooo that’s not fair!!” he moans. with one word you already know you’ve won.
“what’s not fair?” you tilt your head. in his brain jaemin knows what’s happening, but his heart explodes. he tries to get up and leave, but you pull him back down on top of you again, trapping him against you with your arms around his neck. he gulps.
“nana, kiss me?” he bites his tongue. but when he feels your fingers dance up the back of his neck to pull at his hair, a small ‘please’ escaping your pouty lips, he completely folds.
jaemin dips down to capture your lips in his, soft and sweet. you smile against him triumphantly, tugging him closer and deepening your winning kiss.
when you pull away, you find a pout of his own on his lips, his cheeks a deep red. you smile at him, pressing a small kiss to his nose.
“i hate you,” he says, but his lovestruck eyes betray his words.
“i love you, too.”
strawberry lemonade » njm
genre | smut (mdni!!), jaemin x reader
word count | 2.1k
summary | you and your group of friends are on the run from the police, and jaemin’s neediness comes to light at the worst time (or the best time, depending on how you look at it)
there honestly isn’t too much actual plot, but it is loosely based on the japanese limitless mv and the go mv (assuming the members are legal ofc)
warnings | smut, afab!reader, somewhat public sex ig?, unprotected sex, swearing, jaemin is a bit of a menace (god i adore him)
lemon has never been your favorite flavor.
though you do prefer it over grape or cotton candy, you were still pouty when those were the only three options left to choose from the small bunch of lollipops that had been snatched from the 24 hour convenience store. and despite your sweet tooth, a small feeling of dissatisfaction lingers as the candy rolls across your tongue.
jaemin- who shared your luck and had to settle for a flavor he also felt disinterest for- watches from beside you as you reluctantly roll your own sweet around in your mouth, your eyes lazily following the group of rowdy boys surrounding you, shouting to each other in the echoey expanse of the abandoned train station you’re taking refuge in, and chasing each other around the crackling bonfire renjun had built in the middle of the grimy cement floor. you tuck your bare legs up into the large hoodie you’d taken from jaemin earlier that day in a futile attempt to protect yourself from the chill that sweeps the air. jaemin’s heart rate picks up at the sight of the muscles in your jaw moving as you rest your chin on your knees, the knowledge of your tongue swirling making him imagine something far less innocent.
you turn to look at jaemin when you notice he’s staring, and he must have picked up on the downturn of your lips at the tangy, bitter taste in your mouth as your eyes meet his. he knowingly smirks, the stick in his own mouth poking out from the corner of his lips. his hand cups your cheek, his arm wrapping around your waist, pulling you so close to him that he feels the heat from your cheeks on his own.
jaemin connects your lips in a sugary kiss, making your mind whirl. with a swift move of his tongue and a tug on your chilled lips as he pulls away, the strawberry lemonade taste that floods your mouth makes your heart skip a beat. a quiet sigh falls from your lips, a bit of fog rising in the crisp midnight air. you hope that maybe jaemin hadn’t picked up on the familiar warm feeling that pooled in your stomach as the new fruitier flavor from the candy he’d skillfully swapped tints your pretty lips a sweet shade of pink, but the smirk that crosses his own lips once more tells you that he’s not at all oblivious to his effect on you.
“gross, get a room you two,” haechan calls out, very obviously addressing the only couple in the room and drawing the attention from a few of the boys over to where you're sat. the sudden attention makes you nervous, and you bury your face in jaemin’s neck.
“don't be so shy, pretty girl,” jaemin hums, his voice so low only you can pick it up. his hand finds your jaw, lifting your face to bring your eyes back to his own.
“they want a show, so why not give them one, yeah?”
before you can even react, a blinding red light floods the room in rhythmic flashes, accompanied by a deafening alarm that startles everyone into a bewildered silence. all movements in the room come to a screeching halt.
seven heads then turn in unison as mark bursts in from an adjacent room a split second later, wide eyed and panicked. “it’s the cops!”
“how the fuck did they find us? i thought the alarm system was disabled!” chenle yells between alarm blares.
“it was supposed to be, someone probably just wasn’t careful enough!” jeno calls. a few disoriented glances are exchanged among the group and everyone looks in the same direction, toward the youngest.
“what?” jisung is confused for a moment under everyone’s stares, but catches on quickly. “me!? hey, i-”
“we don’t have time to argue!” mark interrupts. “we need to leave! now!”
in an instant, everyone’s split off in separate directions in an attempt to escape unseen. jaemin stands, pulling you up by both arms, and leads you in a leap down onto the train tracks and away in a sprint.
the chaos makes your heart hammer against your ribs as you run alongside jaemin, the painful thumping of your feet on the tracks synching with the pulse in your ears. the surrounding area alternates between pitch black and neon red, making it difficult to decipher where to go next. the train tunnel feels dishearteningly endless, and it does a great job of making your lungs burn as if they’re full of hot ash.
finally you come across a set of creaky metal stairs on the wall that leads up to a door. you fumble up the stairs, gasping for breath, and practically tumble through the door.
you curse under your uneven breath when it's only a small, cramped room on the other side. a dead end. you contemplate for a second, your brain a jumbled mess. ultimately deciding to turn back and keep running in search of a safe exit, you expect jaemin to follow, until his hand suddenly grabs your wrist and pulls you back in an abrupt halt.
you stumble over your feet, turning back to look at the boy who’s already staring at you once again, his eyes bright and sparkling under the red light each time it illuminates them. the two of you had managed to make it to an area of the station where the alarm doesn't quite reach, but you can still hear it ever so faintly in the distance like a whisper, making the room feel that much more liminal and surreal.
“jaem, what are you-”
before you can finish your lips are together again in another sugar coated kiss. your knees wobble at the intensity. the way jaemin’s lips move against yours, warm and wet and needy, sends the message of exactly what he wants through your bloodstream. he pulls back, breath hot on your lips. the heat in your stomach ignites again with even higher fervency.
you open your eyes. he’s biting his bottom lip. the fiery light that paints his face matches the vibe.
“wha- here? now? i-”
jaemin’s hands slide up your thighs and under the hem of his low hanging hoodie you’re wearing, hooking his fingers through the belt loops on your shorts. all thoughts in your mind suddenly disappear and a gasp rises in your throat. his hips grind against yours, and what you feel behind his jeans makes you admittedly buzz with more adrenaline than you already had been. his thumbs brush your waistline, dipping below to tug at the band of your panties. you’re melting under his lava-like touch. even if you wanted to, you couldn’t say no to him.
jaemin sees this in the way your eyes light up with wonder, and he knows he’s got you where he wants you. he hoists you up to sit you on a table against the wall, and his hands make quick work of unbuttoning your shorts and pulling them down to fall at his feet.
“jaem, wait, the boys are going to worry if we don’t-“
“don’t worry about that, baby,” he dismisses, grabbing your bare thighs to wrap your legs around him. he feels you grab his shoulders and your legs quiver with nerves as they hook around his waist. he looks up at you; he sees that you’re hesitant, and stops.
“we’ll be okay, pretty girl.” jaemin brings his hand up to your cheek, drawing your eyes from looking around the room and back to his face. “you trust me, yeah?”
even if the situation seems a bit.. unorthodox, you always trust jaemin; and if there was one thing you knew about him its the fact that hes always searching for a new experience. you can't deny the strange combination of adrenaline and lust you feel running through your body. you nod, leaning into his touch.
jaemin smiles. “tell me to stop and i will, sweet girl.”
his hand finds its way to the nape of your neck to bring your head down and meld your lips with his. the kiss is more gentle this time, and the fingers of his free hand skate up your leg leaving a trail of goosebumps behind, making you shiver. using this arm to hook around you and keep you pressed between himself and the wall behind you, his other hand suddenly makes its appearance at your core that you'd momentarily forgotten was now exposed.
jaemin slips two fingers in to start, easy due to the amount of wetness already present there. you whine when he curls them, drawing in and out slowly. his mouth travels down to your neck to suck at the sensitive skin under your ear. your eyes flutter closed and your head falls forward against his shoulder. the pulsing red light behind your eyelids makes you feel like you’re suspended in a dream. the feeling was already so ethereal; jaemin knew your body like it was an incantation he’d spent his entire life memorizing.
as he works you open on his fingers, jaemin uses his other hand to pull down his pants and let his cock spring loose. after a few pumps in his fist he aligns with your entrance and slides in with ease. you cry out into his shoulder when he hits the right spot with just a single thrust.
“shhhh baby,” his warm breath hits your ear. you bite down hard on your tongue.
jaemin rocks his hips at a leisurely pace, making sure you feel every inch of him moving in and out of your folds. the sound of your slick meddles with the shuddering breaths you take in and out in sync with the roll of his hips.
suddenly you hear a stampede of heavy footsteps on the other side of the door. your head perks up to listen, but when you hear echoing voices that don’t match those of your friends your heart begins to hammer. you try to speak but only incoherent whimpers fall from your lips, and jaemin brings a hand up to clamp over your mouth.
“relax, babygirl,” he whispers. “you’re okay, you just have to stay quiet. can you do that?” his voice is so soothing that it calms you a bit. you nod again, his hand moving up and down with your head.
jaemin has kept a steady pace, but without warning he thrusts into you hard, ripping a sob from your throat that's muffled by his palm. the bright light of a flashlight begins to flicker through the crack between the door and the wall. your eyes widen with worry, and when you look back at your boyfriend you’re met with a mischievous smirk, his mouth open and panting, his tongue poking out from the corner of his lips. he keeps your mouth covered as he begins to thrust faster and harder than before, testing the limits of what he can get away with. your eyes screw shut and your brow furrows, your fingers digging harshly into his shoulders as you desperately attempt to keep yourself together.
whether or not the voices behind the door being indecipherable is because of your delirium in this moment is a mystery to you. but, as always, jaemin knows exactly what he’s doing, and its almost impossible to bring yourself to care about anything other than the feeling of him. the telltale buildup in your gut is approaching fast, and you know jaemin is close as well by the way his fingers are surely bruising your hip and the quiet groans he’s letting out.
the footsteps eventually fade away and you feel the tension in your chest subside. the tension in your stomach however continues to rapidly build. jaemin’s thumb is then on your pussy, rubbing swift circles on your clit, and all at once you’re forced headfirst over the crest and your orgasm washes over you. you whimper hysterically into jaemin’s palm, pressing your sweaty forehead against his as he helps you ride it out. as you clench around jaemin’s length he lets go as well, a long drawn out growl erupting in his chest as he releases inside you.
you collapse into him, gasping heavily for air when jaemin finally takes his hand away from your mouth. he’s panting all the same, pressing kisses to your head as you both return to earth together.
jaemin then feels his phone vibrate in his back pocket, and he answers it before it can make too much noise.
“where the fuck are you guys?” you hear mark ask on the other end.
jaemin turns his head to look at you, slumped against his shoulder in your post-cum drowse. he rubs your back softly, giving you a lazy smile.
“hiding,” he responds. “y/n was a little afraid we would get caught.”
you scoff at jaemin’s audacious comment, slapping him on the chest. he just chuckles, pressing another kiss to your hairline.
strawberry lemonade >> njm
genre | smut (mdni!!)
word count | 2.1k
summary | there honestly isn’t too much actual plot, but it is loosely based on the japanese limitless mv and the go mv (assuming the members are legal ofc)
warnings | smut, afab!reader, somewhat public sex ig?, unprotected sex, swearing, jaemin is a bit of a menace (god i adore him)
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lemon has never been your favorite flavor.
though you do prefer it over grape or cotton candy, you were still pouty when those were the only three options left to choose from the small bunch of lollipops that had been snatched from the 24 hour convenience store. and despite your sweet tooth, a small feeling of dissatisfaction lingers as the candy rolls across your tongue.
jaemin- who shared your luck and had to settle for a flavor he also felt disinterest for- watches from beside you as you reluctantly roll your own sweet around in your mouth, your eyes lazily following the group of rowdy boys surrounding you, shouting to each other in the echoey expanse of the abandoned train station you’re taking refuge in, and chasing each other around the crackling bonfire renjun had built in the middle of the grimy cement floor. you tuck your bare legs up into the large hoodie you’d taken from jaemin earlier that day in a futile attempt to protect yourself from the chill that sweeps the air. jaemin’s heart rate picks up at the sight of the muscles in your jaw moving as you rest your chin on your knees, the knowledge of your tongue swirling making him imagine something far less innocent.
you turn to look at jaemin when you notice he’s staring, and he must have picked up on the downturn of your lips at the tangy, bitter taste in your mouth as your eyes meet his. he knowingly smirks, the stick in his own mouth poking out from the corner of his lips. his hand cups your cheek, his arm wrapping around your waist, pulling you so close to him that he feels the heat from your cheeks on his own.
jaemin connects your lips in a sugary kiss, making your mind whirl. with a swift move of his tongue and a tug on your chilled lips as he pulls away, the strawberry lemonade taste that floods your mouth makes your heart skip a beat. a quiet sigh falls from your lips, a bit of fog rising in the crisp midnight air. you hope that maybe jaemin hadn’t picked up on the familiar warm feeling that pooled in your stomach as the new fruitier flavor from the candy he’d skillfully swapped tints your pretty lips a sweet shade of pink, but the smirk that crosses his own lips once more tells you that he’s not at all oblivious to his effect on you.
“gross, get a room you two,” haechan calls out, very obviously addressing the only couple in the room and drawing the attention from a few of the boys over to where you're sat. the sudden attention makes you nervous, and you bury your face in jaemin’s neck.
“don't be so shy, pretty girl,” jaemin hums, his voice so low only you can pick it up. his hand finds your jaw, lifting your face to bring your eyes back to his own.
“they want a show, so why not give them one, yeah?”
before you can even react, a blinding red light floods the room in rhythmic flashes, accompanied by a deafening alarm that startles everyone into a bewildered silence. all movements in the room come to a screeching halt.
seven heads then turn in unison as mark bursts in from an adjacent room a split second later, wide eyed and panicked. “it’s the cops!”
“how the fuck did they find us? i thought the alarm system was disabled!” chenle yells between alarm blares.
“it was supposed to be, someone probably just wasn’t careful enough!” jeno calls. a few disoriented glances are exchanged among the group and everyone looks in the same direction, toward the youngest.
“what?” jisung is confused for a moment under everyone’s stares, but catches on quickly. “me!? hey, i-”
“we don’t have time to argue!” mark interrupts. “we need to leave! now!”
in an instant, everyone’s split off in separate directions in an attempt to escape unseen. jaemin stands, pulling you up by both arms, and leads you in a leap down onto the train tracks and away in a sprint.
the chaos makes your heart hammer against your ribs as you run alongside jaemin, the painful thumping of your feet on the tracks synching with the pulse in your ears. the surrounding area alternates between pitch black and neon red, making it difficult to decipher where to go next. the train tunnel feels dishearteningly endless, and it does a great job of making your lungs burn as if they’re full of hot ash.
finally you come across a set of creaky metal stairs on the wall that leads up to a door. you fumble up the stairs, gasping for breath, and practically tumble through the door.
you curse under your uneven breath when it's only a small, cramped room on the other side. a dead end. you contemplate for a second, your brain a jumbled mess. ultimately deciding to turn back and keep running in search of a safe exit, you expect jaemin to follow, until his hand suddenly grabs your wrist and pulls you back in an abrupt halt.
you stumble over your feet, turning back to look at the boy who’s already staring at you once again, his eyes bright and sparkling under the red light each time it illuminates them. the two of you had managed to make it to an area of the station where the alarm doesn't quite reach, but you can still hear it ever so faintly in the distance like a whisper, making the room feel that much more liminal and surreal.
“jaem, what are you-”
before you can finish your lips are together again in another sugar coated kiss. your knees wobble at the intensity. the way jaemin’s lips move against yours, warm and wet and needy, sends the message of exactly what he wants through your bloodstream. he pulls back, breath hot on your lips. the heat in your stomach ignites again with even higher fervency.
you open your eyes. he’s biting his bottom lip. the fiery light that paints his face matches the vibe.
“wha- here? now? i-”
jaemin’s hands slide up your thighs and under the hem of his low hanging hoodie you’re wearing, hooking his fingers through the belt loops on your shorts. all thoughts in your mind suddenly disappear and a gasp rises in your throat. his hips grind against yours, and what you feel behind his jeans makes you admittedly buzz with more adrenaline than you already had been. his thumbs brush your waistline, dipping below to tug at the band of your panties. you’re melting under his lava-like touch. even if you wanted to, you couldn’t say no to him.
jaemin sees this in the way your eyes light up with wonder, and he knows he’s got you where he wants you. he hoists you up to sit you on a table against the wall, and his hands make quick work of unbuttoning your shorts and pulling them down to fall at his feet.
“jaem, wait, the boys are going to worry if we don’t-“
“don’t worry about that, baby,” he dismisses, grabbing your bare thighs to wrap your legs around him. he feels you grab his shoulders and your legs quiver with nerves as they hook around his waist. he looks up at you; he sees that you’re hesitant, and stops.
“we’ll be okay, pretty girl.” jaemin brings his hand up to your cheek, drawing your eyes from looking around the room and back to his face. “you trust me, yeah?”
even if the situation seems a bit.. unorthodox, you always trust jaemin; and if there was one thing you knew about him its the fact that hes always searching for a new experience. you can't deny the strange combination of adrenaline and lust you feel running through your body. you nod, leaning into his touch.
jaemin smiles. “tell me to stop and i will, sweet girl.”
his hand finds its way to the nape of your neck to bring your head down and meld your lips with his. the kiss is more gentle this time, and the fingers of his free hand skate up your leg leaving a trail of goosebumps behind, making you shiver. using this arm to hook around you and keep you pressed between himself and the wall behind you, his other hand suddenly makes its appearance at your core that you'd momentarily forgotten was now exposed.
jaemin slips two fingers in to start, easy due to the amount of wetness already present there. you whine when he curls them, drawing in and out slowly. his mouth travels down to your neck to suck at the sensitive skin under your ear. your eyes flutter closed and your head falls forward against his shoulder. the pulsing red light behind your eyelids makes you feel like you’re suspended in a dream. the feeling was already so ethereal; jaemin knew your body like it was an incantation he’d spent his entire life memorizing.
as he works you open on his fingers, jaemin uses his other hand to pull down his pants and let his cock spring loose. after a few pumps in his fist he aligns with your entrance and slides in with ease. you cry out into his shoulder when he hits the right spot with just a single thrust.
“shhhh baby,” his warm breath hits your ear. you bite down hard on your tongue.
jaemin rocks his hips at a leisurely pace, making sure you feel every inch of him moving in and out of your folds. the sound of your slick meddles with the shuddering breaths you take in and out in sync with the roll of his hips.
suddenly you hear a stampede of heavy footsteps on the other side of the door. your head perks up to listen, but when you hear echoing voices that don’t match those of your friends your heart begins to hammer. you try to speak but only incoherent whimpers fall from your lips, and jaemin brings a hand up to clamp over your mouth.
“relax, babygirl,” he whispers. “you’re okay, you just have to stay quiet. can you do that?” his voice is so soothing that it calms you a bit. you nod again, his hand moving up and down with your head.
jaemin has kept a steady pace, but without warning he thrusts into you hard, ripping a sob from your throat that's muffled by his palm. the bright light of a flashlight begins to flicker through the crack between the door and the wall. your eyes widen with worry, and when you look back at your boyfriend you’re met with a mischievous smirk, his mouth open and panting, his tongue poking out from the corner of his lips. he keeps your mouth covered as he begins to thrust faster and harder than before, testing the limits of what he can get away with. your eyes screw shut and your brow furrows, your fingers digging harshly into his shoulders as you desperately attempt to keep yourself together.
whether or not the voices behind the door being indecipherable is because of your delirium in this moment is a mystery to you. but, as always, jaemin knows exactly what he’s doing, and its almost impossible to bring yourself to care about anything other than the feeling of him. the telltale buildup in your gut is approaching fast, and you know jaemin is close as well by the way his fingers are surely bruising your hip and the quiet groans he’s letting out.
the footsteps eventually fade away and you feel the tension in your chest subside. the tension in your stomach however continues to rapidly build. jaemin’s thumb is then on your pussy, rubbing swift circles on your clit, and all at once you’re forced headfirst over the crest and your orgasm washes over you. you whimper hysterically into jaemin’s palm, pressing your sweaty forehead against his as he helps you ride it out. as you clench around jaemin’s length he lets go as well, a long drawn out growl erupting in his chest as he releases inside you.
you collapse into him, gasping heavily for air when jaemin finally takes his hand away from your mouth. he’s panting all the same, pressing kisses to your head as you both return to earth together.
jaemin then feels his phone vibrate in his back pocket, and he answers it before it can make too much noise.
“where the fuck are you guys?” you hear mark ask on the other end.
jaemin turns his head to look at you, slumped against his shoulder in your post-cum drowse. he rubs your back softly, giving you a lazy smile.
“hiding,” he responds. “y/n was a little afraid we would get caught.”
you scoff at jaemin’s audacious comment, slapping him on the chest. he just chuckles, pressing another kiss to your hairline.
paranoia » njm + ljn
‼️currently being edited and rewritten!! i didn’t really like the pacing so i’m revamping it, check back soon‼️
genre | smut (mdni!!) jaemin x afab!reader x jeno
word count | 3k
summary | an innocent game of paranoia with your friends while on a ski trip makes you realize that maybe you never knew you wanted to fuck your boyfriend jaemin’s best friend. and maybe, your boyfriend is okay with that.
warnings | smut, swearing, alcohol consumption, threesome, unprotected sex but he pulls out, established relationship with jaemin, jeno is shy and a little bit of a perv ig?, dom!jaem sub!jen basically, cuckolding, lots of pet names from jaemin he’s a sweetie pie
a.n | this fic was purely self indulgent lmaoo, when i would go on choir ski trips in high school we would always play paranoia in the hot tub at the resort (no nomin threesome though unfortunately ugh unfair) and my bestie and i had major brainrot one day a few years later and uhh this was born!
also if anyone doesn’t know what paranoia is, basically you get a group of friends and sit in a circle, one person whispers a “who in the group is most likely to” type question to the person next to them so the rest of the group doesn’t hear it, and then they answer it out loud. if the person who asked wins rock paper scissors the other person has to reveal what the question was, but if they lose then the question remains a secret (i added the caveat that if you lose and you really don’t want to tell you can take a shot as a safety)
“ooohhh,” haechan muses, his hand scratching at his chin. he glances around the circle of his friends surrounding him in the hot tub, eyeing everyone very intently and contemplating the question ningning had just whispered in his ear.
“probably renjun,” he answers after some thought.
“renjun??” ningning gapes. “my money was totally on mark.”
“shut up! you’ll give it away!” haechan hisses.
the pair turn to each other and present their fists. after three slaps to their hands, ninging lets out a ‘ha!’ when her two fingers snip at haechan’s open palm.
without missing a beat, haechan reaches into the middle of the circle, snatching one of the pre-prepared shots sitting in a slot in a little yellow floaty.
“you loser!” ningning yells. “was it not you who said you’re a pussy if you chicken out when i took a shot?”
“cry about it.” haechan throws the shot back down his throat and tosses the little plastic cup behind him to clatter on the wet tile. suddenly ningning grabs haechan by his shoulders and in one swift motion his head is completely underwater. his arm holds his fruity blue cocktail high in the air so as to not spill it, but it still sloshes around as he flails, frantic bubbles rising up to the surface. jisung reaches forward and grabs the floaty to pull it away from the chaos and keep the shots from dancing across the water.
haechan resurfaces when ningning lets him go, coughing dramatically and wiping the water away from his eyes. “my drink! my drink!” he sputters.
you giggle at the antics of your drunken friends, but its difficult to give them your full attention when jaemin is pressed against your left side. his right hand glides across your thigh under the hot water, dangerously close to the bottom of your white bikini.
he’s paying no mind to the game. his nose is pressed against your neck, his breath feeling cold against your skin in comparison to the hot air around you. you swat at his hand when his thumb brushes against the fabric between your thighs; jaemin has never been one to shy away from public affection, especially when he’s tipsy, so you’re the one tasked with keeping him under control. you find that it's hard to care that much though, considering that even before the game began you were already three shots deep. jaemin just chuckles, lifting his free hand to brush your wet hair from your shoulder and places a hot kiss behind your ear.
you turn to look over at him, your head tilting back and to the side so your lips brush lightly against his own as you move. it's snowing, the night sky completely clouded over, but the heat from the hot tub makes the puffy white flakes dissolve in the air before they can touch the water, and they fizzle away as you watch them land in his hair. jaemin catches his bottom lip between his teeth, a dazed and loving smile matching the way his glossy eyes look at you in the winter air. you lean forward just a bit to meet him in a kiss. he sighs happily, leaning in closer to deepen it.
the game has made its way down the circle and someone grabs your attention by telling jaemin that it’s his turn. he chases your lips when you pull away, your face flushed upon remembering you aren’t alone, all the while he seems unphased.
without looking away from you he hums in thought, watching as the condensation clinging to your skin rolls down your chest. he brings a hand up to cup your ear and whispers his question.
“who’s most likely to fuck you better than me?”
even in the steamy air, the blush that rises to your face is unmistakable. your eyes widen, making a devilish smile appear on his lips.
“ohhh look at her face!” karina says coyly. “must have been a spicy question!”
you’re too stunned to speak. you’d never been conscious of it, but apparently you knew the answer to this question before even being presented with it.
your eyes then flicker over to scan your group of friends; everyone’s eyes are on you and all of a sudden you feel like you’re a second from overheating.
“you’ve gotta answer, baby. its part of the game,” jaemin teases, snapping you out of your thoughts. the smirk playing his features is mischievous; his hand slyly finds its way between your legs again, and when his fingers slip under the band of your swimsuit and press roughly against you, you blurt out your answer without being able to stop yourself.
“jeno!”
its clear everyone was under the impression that the question presented to you was intimate, and a series of surprised and boisterous hoots and hollers erupt all around you. jeno laughs nervously from a few spots down the circle, rubbing a hand across the back of his neck. you swallow hard. it's too late now to wonder if you should have just kept your mouth shut.
jaemin pulls your attention back to him. your eyes are apprehensive when they meet his; he immediately takes notice of your change in demeanor, and he gives you a sweet, reassuring smile. when you smack your hands down in sync, he waits just a second to see your fist still clenched, and he slips two fingers out of his to let you win.
“that’s cheating!!” haechan whines from across the hot tub. “you saw her play!”
jaemin just presses a soft kiss to your wet cheek and drapes his arm around your shoulders. “cry about it.”
the next morning, you wake up to the sounds and smells of breakfast being made. through the dehydration and dull headache of your small hangover, what you’d said the night prior runs rampant in your head.
you feel a strange sense of guilt gnawing at you. jaemin acted no differently than normal following your confession, but you can't shake the feeling that you’d upset him. it was his best friend's name you’d said after all, so you aren’t quite sure why he hasn't at least brought it up again.
the dream you’d just awoken from involving said best friend didn't help settle your nerves either.
you shuffle out of the sheets and walk into the kitchen of the small condo you and your boyfriend are sharing for the weekend. you take a seat on one of the barstools surrounding the kitchen island, tapping your fingers on the marble countertop as you watch jaemin from behind him. he hums to himself, dropping ingredients into a sizzling pan.
“jaem?” you start. he spins around, and he grins at you.
“good morning, my love,” he greets you, crossing the space and leaning down to kiss you.
“are you mad at me?”
in retrospect, it's a stupid question; he hadn’t given any indication that he was upset with you at all, but your worried conscience outweighs your common sense.
jaemin’s smile falls, a look of confusion replacing it. “of course not, baby, why would i be?”
“because of last night,” you mutter, your shoulders slumped.
jaemin takes a seat on a stool across from you and pauses to think. “i don’t remember you doing anything last night to make me upset, babydoll.”
“i mean, like, what i said in the hot tub.”
he blinks at you. after a second, his face lights up in realization. “what, about jeno?”
you nod, lowering your head in shame. jaemin chuckles, placing a warm hand under your jaw to bring your eyes back up. his thumb brushes against your burning skin.
“baby, why would i be mad about that? i asked you the question in the first place.”
“because he's your best friend.”
“so? as his best friend, i know better than most that he’s attractive,” he jokes. you’re honestly confused as to why he's so casual about it.
“i um- i had a dream about him last night.”
when he lifts a brow and tilts his head, you reach up to tightly squeeze his hand that still lays on your face and scramble to clarify. “but it didn't mean anything jaem, i promise! please don’t be mad, please, i really would never do anything like that-“
“baby, shh, its okay,” he cups your face in his hands, squishing your cheeks together. heavy, anxious breathing fills your chest. “i love you and i trust you, i promise i’m not upset with you, sweetheart.”
a sigh falls, your worries dissolving into the warm air. jaemin presses a kiss to your forehead. an idea seems to pop into his head just then, and he smirks.
“besides, there's no one i'd rather share my girl with than my best friend anyway.”
heat rushes up your neck again. “share?”
“well yeah, if you’re comfortable with that. i’d love to help my pretty baby bring that dream to life for a night.”
there's snow piling on the sill just outside the bedroom window, but jeno’s forehead still glimmers with a light sheen of sweat in the soft glow of the bedside lamp.
as you and the girls were on the slopes earlier in the day, jaemin pulled jeno aside to talk to him once he knew you were on board with his idea. jaemin had always known jeno thought you were pretty, it was in the way he looked at you and spoke a little softer to you than most. but it didn't bother jaemin; after all, who could really blame him? jaemin had fallen in love with you for a reason.
needless to say though, jaemin’s proposal left jeno completely shocked. he really tried to hide his crush on you so as to not upset anyone; losing his best friend over it wasn't worth the risk and he saw how in love you were, he would feel like a monster if he did anything to ruin that. so learning about your little crush on him made his heart flutter in his chest.
he would have to be an insane man to decline this offer.
so now, you kneel in front of him on yours and jaemin’s bed, your bare knees digging into the plush of the mattress. you’d just showered after your long day of skiing, and the lingering scent of vanilla has jeno reeling already.
“are you nervous?” you ask him. your shorts are riding up, disappearing behind the hem of your thin white tshirt. your hair is still damp, and the wetness seeps through the fabric, making the top of your chest slightly more visible.
jeno gives a hesitant nod, a quiet laugh slipping through his shy smile.
“me too,” you admit, matching his timid demeanor.
jaemin catches your eye from his spot by the window, the ice clinking in his frosted glass as he stands between the sheer curtains.
“she's a good girl, jen. she’ll do what you tell her, right baby?”
you turn back towards jeno and give him an innocent nod. jeno feels embarrassed by how hard he already is just from your sweet doe eyes and the way you puff your lips up in a little pout. you lean forward on your knees, your fingers gripping the sheets. your elbows push your chest forward and jeno has to remind himself he doesn't have to force his gaze away this time.
“tell me what you want, nono,” you coo. jeno swallows hard.
“show me what happened in your dream.”
you obey immediately, crawling forward and situating yourself on his lap. your fingers trace ever so delicately up his abdomen and chest; you can feel how his muscles are tense under his shirt, but when you dip down to press warm, feathery kisses to the side of his neck, the strain fades away almost instantly. you grip his shoulders and rock yourself against him. his fingers dig into your hips and he shudders at the soft, slow friction.
jaemin watches you intently, leaning his weight on his arm against the perch of the window, and he lifts his glass to take a sip. this brand new view of you absolutely captivates him; you look so.. so pretty it makes him twitch in his sweat pants.
with your lips still attached to jeno’s neck your hands find their way down his waistband. you tug at the elastic of his basketball shorts, reaching in to palm him over his boxers, eliciting a low groan that vibrates against your lips. his head falls back and his eyes flutter closed.
pulling away you scoot back enough to pull the fabric away from his waist, watching as his cock springs up and out of his shorts. you keep your gaze locked with his as you grab him by the base and drag your hand slowly up the shaft. jeno whimpers as you pump your fist up and down, squeezing every time your fingers reach the tip.
you lift yourself up and stand on your knees that sit on either side of jeno’s lap, your chest almost pressing against his face as you use his shoulders for balance. he has to suppress the moan that rises in this throat when you shove your shorts and panties off your legs and sink down onto him without warning.
your wet hair sways in front of your face as you bounce slowly up and down on him, adjusting to his length. you’re so warm and soft and you grip around him so well that jeno feels delirious; he might not be able to last long.
your lips suddenly mesh with his and he feels like he's on cloud nine. jeno’s tongue flicks into your mouth and he feels you dig your nails into the back of his neck, tugging at his hair. you whimper into his mouth as jeno kisses you like his life depends on it.
suddenly your hair is tangled in jaemin’s grip and your head is yanked back, your lips pulling away from jeno’s with a wet smack and a loud cry is ripped from your throat. your head falls back onto jaemin’s shoulder and an earth shattering whine echoes through the room. jeno feels embarrassed by the heavy groan he can't help but let out, until jaemin looks at him with a knowing smirk.
“you like that, jen? she’s very vocal.” jaemin’s free hand reaches up to squeeze the base of your neck. “isn’t that right, baby girl? you make such pretty noises when you feel good, yeah?” you nod, reaching a shaky arm up and behind you to scratch at jaemin’s shoulder. you let out a trembling whimper.
“you wanna show jen how good i can make you feel, huh?”
your swollen lips press together; a strangled ‘mhm’ is all you can manage.
jaemin then pulls your hips towards him, a sticky wet sound making you blush as jeno slips out of your folds. the empty feeling doesn't linger for long, however. jaemin replaces him immediately, slamming his hips up into you and hitting the spot that makes you crumble every time.
your face looks so beautiful to jeno in this moment, scrunched up in pleasure. jaemin’s hand still grips your hair to tilt your head back as he rams into you, his face buried in your neck leaving messy purple bruises across your skin.
jeno thinks he might just cum untouched from the sight.
one of your hands reaches out to grip jeno’s cock again in an attempt to aid him in just that, but jaemin is fucking into you so mercilessly that you can’t manage to keep up a steady pace. so jeno grips your hand in his, guiding your arm up and down. tears begin to spill through your lashes and you see stars behind your closed eyes. jeno kisses up your jaw on the side opposite jaemin, making his way up to lock his lips with your own once again.
“ah, a-ahh hah.” you begin to babble and whine and your kiss becomes sloppy. jeno knows you’re close. he begins to pump faster to reach the height you’re at, and as you clench around jaemin’s cock and scream out through your orgasm your head falls forward to rest on jeno’s shoulder. with a humiliatingly loud moan jeno cums with you, sticky thick ropes shooting out and painting your thighs a milky white.
jaemin rides you through your orgasm, and when you start to whine from overstimulation, he pulls out and let’s you fall back on his chest. your vision is blurry, your breath is labored. in jaemin’s warm arms you decide that staying completely conscious would be entirely too difficult, so you allow yourself to drift off.
later that night, you lay in bed between both jaemin and jeno, your exhausted body having been cleaned up and taken care of by the pair of boys. jeno is out cold behind you, snuggled up into your back and snoring softly.
jaemin is settled in front of you. your arms wrap around his neck as you kiss him, pressed up against his bare chest. his fingers trace along your side as he hums on your lips, moving slowly and tenderly along with you.
he grabs your chin softly in his fingers, pulling away from the kiss gently. you smile dreamily as his thumb brushes your bottom lip.
“did your dream come true, baby?” he asks, his voice breathy.
you sigh. “it was even better.”
“better?”
“of course, you were there.”
its rare that you fluster jaemin, but his eyes light up at your words and you swear you see him blush in the dim light. he grins at you, leaning down to connect your lips again.
“wait,” you say suddenly, stopping him. though its only been a short while your memory is foggy, and you realize you don't remember jaemin reaching his own high. “jaem, did you not-“
somehow, jaemin reads your mind. “don't worry about that, baby girl. i wanted you to feel good tonight.”
“noo jaem that’s not fair to you,” you whine, beginning to slide your hand down, but he catches it.
“we’ll wake jeno up if you do that, baby,” he whispers. you glace over your shoulder, noticing how jeno is basically spooning you, his face buried in the fabric of your sweatshirt between your shoulders and his arms circling your waist.
you smirk, turning back around.
“why not let him help, then?”