#na jaemin imagines

[leejenowrld]

heart to heart — six

word count - 100k words 

genre - smut, fluff, angst, age gap (10 years)

pairing — surgeon!na jaemin x intern! mc 

synopsis — after months spent wringing your hands through the worst nights of your life, the day of the court case finally dawns, a single verdict poised to carve the future for not just you, but for haeun and minjoon, whose fates are now tangled in your trembling hands. as their mother, you’ve learned to weather every trial, standing arm-in-arm with jaemin through the storm, both of you battered but unbroken. yet beneath the sterile hum of the courtroom, every heartbeat feels like a stone dropped into black water, will the judge’s words echo as salvation or splinter your new family like glass beneath a boot? and as hope trembles on the edge, a shadow waits in the wings, proof that some battles leave scars long before the gavel falls.

chapter warnings — explicit language, explicit sexual content(18+), explicit themes, greys anatomy (and early 2000s medical shows) inspired, early 2000s vibe, power play, dom jaemin/sub mc dynamics, rough sex, intimate sex, explicit language, this chapter contains extremely traumatic material, including graphic medical emergencies, multiple deaths, infant and child pain, breast/nipple sucking, dirty talk, kink dynamics, references to breeding/mama roleplay, graphic public sex, including oral (cock sucking), exhibitionism, high-risk of being caught, dirty talk, and multiple orgasms with heavy cum play. explicit language and detailed sexual acts between consenting adults, this entire chapter is focused in the court and the extensive court case, found family, strong sibling and parent/child bonds, a deeply united support system, entire community, hospital staff, and extended family present in court, healing, belonging, and the power of chosen love, adoption court hearing depicted in full, with detailed legal proceedings; heavy focus on courtroom testimony: references to medical neglect/abandonment, coma, foster care trauma, child loss, and parent advocacy, emotional flashbacks, infant/child pain and illness, surgeries, medical procedures (IVs, central lines, medication), discussion of previous neonatal abandonment ie aseul trying to kill haeun multiple times during her pregnancy, heartfelt child declarations of love, tearful parent reflections, strong audience/empathy pull, use of sentimental objects as evidence, haeunie and joonie are cute in this one 🥺, emotional y/n and jaemin, this chapter is hard hitting, graphic CSA-adjacent abuse depiction (highly distressing), physical child abuse (bruising, burns, ligature marks), neglect (matted hair, malnutrition), verbal abuse from parent (threats, locking outside), child begging not to be punished, extreme child fear responses, cute dances <3, another happier chapter lol

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1k teaser below

You’ve been carrying nerves in your stomach all week, scribbling and rewriting your speech every night at the kitchen table, light low, Jaemin’s hand tracing circles on your thigh while you mouth lines to yourself. every word heavy with hope and longing and the promise that everything will finally, finally be yours. The only way you can sleep is by losing yourself in him, letting Jaemin coax the tension from your shoulders with his mouth, his hands, his tongue, until you’re boneless and dazed and whispering all your worries into the crook of his neck as he holds you through every aftershock. Most nights you end up bouncing on his cock, your fingers knotted in his hair, breathless and desperate, muffling your moans against his shoulder while he fills you, fucks you, licks the tears off your cheeks. If you’re not riding him, he’s got your thighs hooked over his shoulders, face buried between your legs, his name gasping from your lips as he drags you over the edge, again and again, until nothing’s left but sweat and shaky laughter and the hush that comes when every last fear has been fucked out of you. Other nights, you fall asleep with his mouth latched to your nipple, his eyes all gentle worship and his hands wrapped around your waist, a lullaby only the two of you know.

The morning of the court date dawns cloudless, blue and gold spilling through your windows, air cool and soft, a breeze that lifts the curtains and fills the house with the scent of lilac and clean promise. Sunlight catches on the hardwood, bright and unfiltered, and for the first time in months, you feel like the day is on your side, the world has cracked open to let in hope, and all the shadows that have chased you out of sleep are washed clean by the light. The sky outside is bluer than you remembered it could be, clouds drifting slowly, birds weaving joy in the trees, everything alive and shining, as if even the weather is rooting for you.

You wake to the slow, honey-thick burn of Jaemin already inside you, his chest pressed to your back, hand splayed over your heart like he’s holding you together from the inside out. The world is blue-quiet, babies still dreaming down the hall, and you let the rhythm take you, rocking back against him, every lazy thrust stealing another piece of your fear. He kisses the line of your shoulder, groans your name, palms your breast, thumb rolling your nipple until you arch with want, the bed creaking soft beneath you both. You twist, tangle your fingers in his hair, guide his mouth to your chest, the flat of his tongue drawing circles around your nipple until your whole body is shivering, clutching at him, his cock so deep you swear he’s carving the worry from your bones.

You roll your hips, grinding down, feeling him throb and fill you, the slick slide obscene and perfect, every bounce pressing you harder against his lap, his cock splitting you open in lazy, hungry thrusts. You ride him slowly at first, your chest pressed to his, nipples brushing his mouth, his tongue tracing your skin as he groans, thick and needy. You chase the ache, faster now, every slam of your hips making the bed groan, your thighs trembling, his hands dragging you down harder, rough and greedy, sucking marks into your breasts as you gasp, the whole room spun around the drag and stretch of him inside you. Your name breaks from his lips, desperate, and you ride him harder, wet and wrecked, eyes fluttering shut as the pleasure climbs, sweat sliding down your back, your bodies locked in a desperate grind, every second drawn out, suspended, until you break and shudder, clutching him to you, clenching around him as you both fall apart.

You don’t speak, you don’t need to. There’s only the hush of your breathing, the warmth of his palm cupping your cheek, his eyes meeting yours in the steam, burning with a fierce, unguarded need that steals your breath and sets your skin alight. The shower scalds your shoulders, steam curling in the air, water pooling at your feet as he fucks you deep and slow, your palms splayed on cold porcelain, his hands roaming your waist and breasts, gripping hard enough to anchor you to the moment. He kisses a line down your neck, bites at your earlobe, every thrust drawing a shudder from your lips, every moan echoing in the mist and the pounding rush of water. He murmurs, “let me in, baby, let me make you brave,” voice hoarse and soft as his cock slides in again and again, your knees trembling with each sharp snap of his hips, the pleasure relentless and searing, your body arching back to take everything he gives. When you start to fall apart, he slides a hand between your thighs, rubbing circles until you cry out, forehead pressed to the glass, your body pulsing around him, his own release ripped from him as he groans your name, coming with his mouth at your shoulder, teeth scraping skin. You stay there tangled, the world hushed but for your panting, his hands washing you with slow, reverent care, fingers massaging shampoo through your hair, lips ghosting along your spine, your limbs heavy and loose. By the time he towels you dry and presses a kiss to the hollow behind your ear, you’re trembling and clean, fear spun to nothing, the morning dazzling bright outside and every inch of you humming with love. You come together, breathless and shaking, laughter catching in your throats as you rest forehead to forehead, steam curling around your bodies. 

You sink into his touch, letting the warmth of his hands and the soft glide of lotion melt every edge of anxiety. Your eyes flutter closed as he kneels and slips the slippers onto your feet, his lips brushing your knee, and you find yourself smiling, breath coming easier with every gentle pass of his fingers. When he rises, you pull him close, curling your arms around his neck, your words soft against his cheek. “You always know how to make me feel safe. I feel so loved when you take care of me like this, like nothing can touch us. I want you with me, always. You’re my calm, Jaemin.” You press a slow, lingering kiss to his lips, and when you break apart, your hands linger at his jaw, your voice low and earnest. “If I can bring them home, it’s because I have you. You’re all the courage I’ll ever need.” The morning glows around you, sunlight pooling on your skin, and in his arms, every doubt softens, dissolves, until all you feel is the ease and quiet joy of being his, and having him as yours.

Sunlight pours through the window, warm and gentle, draping itself across the bed as you sit on the edge and take your time. You run more lotion over your arms and legs, a grounding ritual, working it into your skin in slow, small circles, savoring the familiar, homey scent. You pat your cheeks, tuck your hair behind your ears, moving with a soft, quiet rhythm that makes the morning feel sacred, just you, your body, the house still sleepy and safe around you. You slip the blue dress over your head, letting it settle softly against your curves, the fabric light and a little nostalgic, like something you’d wear in old family photographs, the hem brushing your calves with every movement. You fasten each button of your cardigan, smoothing the edges, and then pin your hair up with your favorite clip, fingers gentle and unhurried, humming a little as you go. Jaemin is by the dresser, knotting his tie, half-dressed, but his hands pause, caught by the sight of you in the morning sun. He just stands there for a moment, so still, eyes fixed on you with a quiet, awed devotion—like he can’t believe he gets to witness this: you, serene and glowing, radiant in blue, making a home out of yourself. There’s no rush, only the sense that this is everything you both fought for, and as you turn to catch his gaze, you see the way he smiles, slow, tender, helplessly in love.

You choose simple gold hoops and slip them through your lobes, then you let Jaemin clasp his mother’s locket around your neck, his fingers trembling just a little as he closes the clasp, mouth brushing the hollow behind your ear. Your makeup is natural, skin dewy, lashes dark, cheeks peachy-pink, lips soft, every detail curated to look as gentle and luminous as the morning itself. He stands behind you, navy suit crisp, tie straight, hair neat, and pulls you close, pressing his chest to your back, arms around your waist. He tugs your cardigan straight, kisses your shoulder, then turns you in his arms, studying your face. “Let me do this. Let me take care of you today.” His breath is warm against your jaw, his eyes steady, and when he brushes his thumb across your cheek, you feel the nerves dissolving, replaced by something deeper, a peace that settles in your bones, blooming slow and sure, as if you’ve drawn the gold of the morning straight into your heart. Together you stand at the threshold, your body still humming with the memory of his touch, and step into the day, hand in hand, anchored by love, ready for whatever comes.

Then it’s time to get your babies up. You slip down the hall, bare feet quiet on the wood, and open Minjoon’s door first, already knowing what you’ll find, his bed empty, covers twisted, the dinosaur plushes scattered in a heap. You smile, tiptoe to Haeun’s room, and there they are: tangled together in her bed, Minjoon’s face buried against her back, Haeun’s hand curled around his wrist, both breathing slow and even, the kind of sleep only children know. The sight cracks your heart wide, love pouring in until your chest aches. Jaemin slides up behind you, wrapping his arms around your waist, and murmurs, “This time tomorrow, Haeun will be yours, and Minjoon will be ours. All of us.” 

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[taexoxosgf]

NA JAEMIN FIC REC LIST

s, smut | f, fluff | a, angst

This list is a compilation of some of my fave jaemin ff <3

after you [ fuckboy!jaemin x fem!reader ] s,f,a

cat & mouse [ na jaemin x jaehyun's sister!reader ] s,f

cherry girl! [ twitch streamer!jaemin x fem!reader ] s,f

talk to my skin [ friends with benefits au ] s

unforgettable [ bassist!jaemin x fem!reader ] s,a

by the window [ voyeurism, neighbor au ] s

strawberry cough , (pt.2) sour tangie [ plug!jaemin x fem!reader] s,f,a

on the rebound [ shooting guard!jaemin x fem!reader, college au] s,f,a

subtle [ established relationship, summer vacation au ] s,f

besties (gone sexual) [ best friends to lovers ] s,f,a

upon your invitation [friend!jaemin x fem!reader, ft. nct dream, vacation au ] s,f

rock me [ fuckboy!jaemin x hairstylist!reader ] s,f,a

backseat chronicles [ streetracer!jaemin x fem!reader ] s,f,a

persimmon problems [ fratboy!jaemin x fem!reader ] f,a

veni, vidi, vici [ popular!jaemin x mark's sister!reader ] s,f

blur. [ exboyfriend's bestfriend!jaemin x fem!reader ] s

two nights, one you [fuckboy!jaemin, one night stand au] s,f

the walls are thin [ roommate!jaemin x fem!reader x roommate!jeno ] s

hush. [jaemin,haechan, jeno x fem!reader ] s

that '90's show [actor!jaemin x pa fem!reader ] s,f,a

pretty girl. [ alpha!jaemin x fem!reader ] s,f

thin walls. [ roommate!jaemin x fem!reader ] s

cookie jar [ stepbrother!jaemin x fem!reader x stepbrother!jeno ] s

one of a kind [strangers to lovers au ] s,f,a

go there with you [ roommate!jaemin x fem!reader ] s

34+35 [ established relationship ] s

parents are home [ secret freak!jaemin ? ] s

memories bring back you [ ex!jaemin x fem!reader ] s

into you [ friends to lovers au ] s,f

what she doesn't know [ mom's boyfriend!jaemin x fem!reader] s

worth it. [ first sleepover au ] s,f

quiet down [ established relationship, semi-exhibitionism ] s

[sungstars]

slut me out | njm x fem!reader

i.e you needed to give your situationship the time of his life after seeing his instagram story.

word count: 2.8k (not proof read)

content warning: situationship, open ending, smut lol, oral (m. rec.), fingering (f. rec.), explicit sex, unprotected sex(no!), creampie, lmk if i missed anything thanks!

author's note: two fics in one day! can we believe this LOL. would you guys be surprised if i said that i have a mark one that i'm hoping to finish and it'll be queued up for tomorrow morning/afternoon. i hope you all enjoy this fic and as always, dedicated to my crazy and delusional bffs. likes & reblogs are appreciated as always. requests are open till october 5th! i'm still working on my jay fic, and hoping to have that out by tuesday!!

“you’re fucking crazy,” you said once the phone picked up after the first ring, “you can delete that story, i saw it.”

jaemin let out a hearty laugh, “hmm? but jisungie looks so cute, what if one of my followers wants me to put them on with him?”

you jeer, fingering hovering over the red button on the screen, “you definitely could’ve posted him without making sure your shirt is unbuttoned and they can see the chain that i bought you peeking through. what if they’re crazy like me?”

“don’t worry, nobody has you beat in that department.” jaemin added quickly, “you can come over if you want.”

did you want to? absolutely. you needed to rock his world so hard that it was likely to be rated a category 9.5 earthquake.

“you can come to me,” you quipped back, “and hurry up, i dont have a lot of patience. don’t change either.”

“you’re so demanding,” jaemin whined, a glint of playfulness evident in his voice, “i have to stop at my other hoe’s house first, but i’ll be there.”

“not even funny.” you hung up the phone, rolling your eyes.

focusing back on your room, you jumped up in a panic. you needed to change and also pick up the clothes you had thrown all over the place.

realistically, you didn’t know if jaemin was kidding about seeing somebody else first, but if he wasn’t, you had about twenty minutes including traffic before he got to your place.

you shoved all the loose piece of clothing into whatever drawer or laundry basket they would fit into. doing a once over your room, you were satisfied with what you were able to do.

looking at your floor length mirror, you didn’t care too much about what you had on. a big t-shirt with snoopy playing baseball on the front.

easy access for jaemin, but you should probably change your dingy halloween panties from victoria secret into something cute.

perhaps pink? that seemed on brand for tonight’s theme.

you were digging through your underwear drawer looking for that lacey pink thong you got from the mall a few weeks ago when you heard a knock on your door.

“fuck,” you said, slamming the drawer shut to no avail and rubbing your hands down your hair to smooth out any frizz, “fuck.”

the knocking got louder, causing you to practically trip on air as you ran to grab the door.

“took your sweet time letting me in,” jaemin pouted. leaning against the doorframe when you opened it, “that mad at me?”

rolling your eyes, you pulled him in by his silky pajama shirt and closing the door behind him, “guess she wasn’t that good if you got here within the same hour of calling.”

jaemin smiled, dropping down onto your couch and sliding his shoes off, “i’d say she was pretty damn good if i got done quickly and i’m not here.”

you crossed your arms, scoffing at his comment and began to walk to your bedroom.

“you’re such a dick.”

“i heard that,” he said, jumping off the couch to chase behind you, “i'm just kidding y/n, you know it's just you."

"are you sure? cause you keep making comments about other girls, are you trynna compensate? i don't care if you see other people."

jaemin laughed at you for the nth time this evening, making you want to just slam your bedroom door in his face and lock him out, but unfortunately for you, seeing jaemin in those pink pajamas and gold chain sent you into borderline ovulation.

you grabbed jaemin by the arm, leading him to sit on your bed and standing between his legs.

"it's just you," jaemin reassured, a hand coming up to rub your hip gently, "just like driving you crazy 'cause i know you're really fucking insane."

jaemin got a whiff of your secret cloud perfume as you leaned down and kissed his neck gently.

"i'm going to turn you every way but loose tonight," you whispered into his ear, teeth grazing the shell of his ear, "and i'm gonna show you how insane i am over you."

a shiver went down jaemin's back as you kissed down his neck and to his adam's apple, making sure to suck dark marks into his skin before placing your lips on his.

his arms wrapped your waist, pulling you down into his lap as he deepened the kiss. your hands found their way entangled into his brunette locks, moaning as he slipped his tongue into your mouth.

the two of you fought for dominance over the kiss, though jaemin just wanted to put up a good fight before letting you win.

you then slipped your tongue into his mouth, removing your hands from his hair and moving them down to his shoulders.

you gently pushed him back and onto the mattress, letting your fingers skillfully undo his pajama shirt, enjoying the smooth silk under your fingertips before pulling the shirt open.

jaemin pressed his hips up, hoping to get a small bit of friction on his growing erection and moaning when you rut your own hips down.

pulling away from the kiss, your chest heaved as you did a lookover his body. his plush lips swollen and glossy with spit, dark splots decorating his skin from earlier, his own defined chest moving rapidly as he tried to catch his own breath.

"you look so pretty under me, jaem," you complimented, your fingers dancing across his exposed collarbones and down his gold chain, "a sight only i should be allowed to see."

jaemin exhaled heavily through his nose, "a sight only for you. . please, don't stop. i want you. . i need you so badly, y/n."

how could you deny such a request from a pretty boy completely at your disposal? you weren't a cruel or dumb woman, so of course you'll comply.

you leaned down to attach your lips to his collarbone, biting and sucking gently as you made your way down his chest.

moving the pink fabric away, you let your tongue teasingly flick at his nipple to elicit a whiny moan from his mouth before taking his nipple between your lips.

"fuck y/n," he groaned, "that feels so good."

smirking to yourself, you pull off and stand up. the boy's eyes widened, trying to hold back another whine because why did you pull off? and why are you standing?

"c'mon," jaemin said, voice cracking slightly, "don't be a tease."

"a tease?" you titled your head as he sat up on his elbows, "if you beg, i'll consider."

a bright red hue cascaded over jaemin's face at your request, but he couldn't get any more pathetic than he already looked.

"y/n," he pleaded, "please do something. i am so undeniably hard, and if i don't feel those pretty lips or pretty hands wrapped around my dick that i know you love, i will implode and you'll be out of a bomb dick appointment and home."

a laugh escaped, jaemin really knew what to say to make you give into him. it's why you liked him honestly. he was funny and charming, and did in fact have a great dick that drove you insane. you used to be normal before he stuck his dick in you.

jaemin reached forward, grabbing your hand and placing it over his boner. that action alone could've made you cum in your panties because pathetic jaemin was probably your favorite jaemin.

you instinctively wrapped your fingers around it the best you could while it was restrained in those silky pants, slowly jerking him off and watching a bead of precum stain the fabric.

"see how hard i am?" he asked, breathily, "all for you. all because of you."

stroking your ego was one of the many things jaemin was good at, so you decided to play nicely and give him something to relief this tension you could feel growing in his body.

"take 'em off," you said, releasing his cock from your grip, moving back to give him room, "show me that pretty dick, jaem."

if you weren't standing in front of him, you were sure he would've fell face forward onto your carpet from how fast he was trying to get his pants down and off his hips.

once they were at his thighs, you leaned forward and placed a chaste kiss on his lips before sinking down to your knees.

you were face to face with jaemin's cock, the tip an angry shade of red and precum still leaking from his slit.

spit began to pool inside your mouth the longer you looked at it, and you stuck your tongue out to swipe the precum dribbling from his cock.

jaemin moaned out, hands gripping the sheets beneath him, “stop. . put it in your mouth.”

you furrowed your eyebrows and looked up, “don’t make demands.”

the brunette’s jaw ticked, one hand coming up to your hair and the other grabbing the base of his dick.

he pushed your head back roughly, tapping the head of his cock on your lips and smearing more precum across, “don’t be a fucking tease.”

your eyes widened in surprise at the switch in jaemin's demeanor, but instead of giving him a hard time, you complied by opening your mouth for him.

without hesitation, jaemin shoved his cock into your mouth until it hit the back of your throat which caused you to gag and tears well up in your eyes.

"don't get sensitive now," he mumbled, swiping the tears from your face, "now be good and suck. show me why you're my favorite."

his favorite? you should been his fuckin' only like he said you were earlier. what is up with the inconsistency? he's gonna piss you off.

you used your tongue to lick the under part of his cock, pulling off to leave just the tip in your mouth.

jaemin's grip on your hair tightened, trying his best to let you have control, but wanting nothing more than to just fuck your throat until you're sobbing.

you pulled completely off his cock, bringing your hand to jerk him off while you used your tongue to lick a stripe on his balls and gently suck.

the brunette's eyes rolled back, a string of moans and high pitched whines leaving his throat as you continued to toy with his balls.

whenever your hand reached the tip, you would squeeze every so slightly, causing him to fuck into your hand.

jaemin was close, and you could tell by the way he was whimpering and trying to chase your hand.

you looked up at him, smiling to yourself before pulling off his dick completely, basking in his borderline sob at the loss of contact.

"why did you stop?" tears welled up in his eyes, feeling like he would explode, "you're so fuckin' mean."

cooing, you wiped tears away from his eyes like he did earlier, "cause i knew you were close, jaem."

he sniffled, grabbing you and pinning you down onto the bed in one swift motion.

sometimes, you forget how strong he can be, causing you to get even more wet if that was possible. your panties were sticking almost uncomfortably to your cunt, and you were hoping he would do something to relief that soon.

too lost in your own thoughts of pleasure, you didn't even realize jaemin was pulling your t-shirt up until the cool air hit your nipples.

he used his lithe digits to roll your perked nipples around, causing you to squeal at the contact.

"love the panties," jaemin teased, using one of his hands to snap the waistband against your skin, "so cute and so soaked. god, you really get off from anything as long as it's me, huh?"

"you fuckin' wish," you tried to bite, but it came out as a whimper when he pressed his hand against your core, allowing for some friction of pleasure.

"shhh," he said, "can't even muster an ounce of niceness when i'm about to fuck you?"

jaemin flicked your nipples, smirking at your almost pained moan before moving down to take your underwear off, eyes watching how they were sticking to your sopping cunt, "so wet for me, hm?"

you nodded your head in compliance this time, "all for you."

he swiped a finger up your slit, bringing it to his mouth and licking it clean, "taste so sweet, but act so so mean towards nana, wonder why that is?"

you huffed, hooking a heel behind his thigh and pulling him close so his cock would make some contact with your cunt, a noise escaping your throat when the tip came into rough contact with your clit.

"that needy? what was it you said earlier? beg. beg for it, dumb whore."

degrading was something you and jaemin never tried, but with how effortlessly it slipped out of his mouth, you wish he would've done it sooner.

"jaem," you grinded against his cock, "please fuck me, y'know you want to. please, i need it so badly."

jaemin just looked at you unimpressed, dragging his cock up and down your cunt, looking at how you falter when his tip catches your sensitive bundle of nerves, "beg more."

you wanted to burst into tears, he knows how much you want him, he can feel how wet you are and probably at more slickness slipping out as he teased you, "nana, please put it in. i'll stop being mean, promise. i need your cock--i need you. please fuck me."

his left hand came up to smooth your hair out, smiling all his pearls at you as he slowly pushed the fat tip of his cock into you, finally.

jaemin slowly pushed himself into your cunt, moaning at how easily you took his cock, letting his hand fall from your hair and place pressure on your clit.

"it's like you were made for me, fuck" he gritted his teeth, thrusting shallowly into you, "taking me so well every time, your cunt just fuckin' sucks me in.. ha."

all you could do was moan in response, eyes rolling back when jaemin's gold chain smacked you in the nose, "fuck, too good."

jaemin rubbed your clit roughly as he picked his pace up, hips snapping against yours as your arousal ran down your thighs and his balls, creating a wet sound between the two of you.

you clenched around jaemin's cock, letting out high pitched noises of pleasure as he fucked you harshly, the knot in your stomach tightening and traveling down your pelvis.

"fuck, fuck, fuck, fuck" you cried, placing your hand on his lower abdomen and trying to push him away, but he quickly snatched it and held it above your head, "jaem, fuck, please, it's too much."

jaemin ignored your pleas, "y'know you can take it, stop trying to run from it."

when jaemin snapped his hips harshly once more, you felt that knot in your stomach break and ecstasy overtake your senses.

you couldn't even muster the feeling of embarassment from how good you felt when liquid practically sprayed your thighs and jaemin's abdomen.

the boy tapped the head of his cock on your clit, groaning loudly as you continued to squirt before roughly showing himself back into you.

"jaemin," you squealed, back arching up, "i can't! i can't."

"you can," he said, fucking you harshly, feeling himself getting closer and closer, "and you will take this dick. you wanna whine about other people havin' it so bad, take it, slut."

with jaemin fucking you so soon after an intense orgasm, all you could do was sob and mumble his name. it wasn't going to take you long to cum again, and jaemin could tell about how you were clenching on his dick.

your fingers dug into his shoulders, creating red crescents as his chain smacked you over and over again, his orgasm approaching any second.

"i'm so close, angel." he whined, his thrusts starting to stutter and slow down, "fuck, can i come inside please?"

"o-of course," you nodded your head, your own orgasm approaching once more, "please cum in me."

one more snap of jaemin's hips and he let out a loud moan, stilling himself as white hot ropes of his cum began to fill you and create a creamy ring around his cock, "fuck, you were too good."

he began to thrust slowly to ride out your orgasms, kissing your forehead and whispering sweet praises into your ear.

once you pushed his chest away to let him know he was overstimulating you, he pulled out completely and laid next to you, chest heaving rapidly.

"y/n." he turned on his side, "i really do like you."

you smiled, grabbing his hand and intertwining your fingers, "i really like you too jaemin."

he pressed a gentle kiss to your cheek and pulled you closer to him, "it's always been just you."

end!

[cbeargyu]

don't smile

don't smile because it happened, baby, cry because it's over...

pairing: na jaemin x fem!reader

genre: angst, smut, college au, ex-lovers, emotional tension, unrequited love, toxic relationship.

warnings: explicit sexual content, unprotected sex, degradation, crying during sex, emotional manipulation, heartbreak, public sex (bathroom), mentions of cheating, swearing, heavy angst, possessiveness, jealousy, alcohol consumption.

MINORS DO NOT INTERACT. 🔞

you shouldn’t have come.

you told yourself that five times already, standing in the hallway of the dream frat house, plastic cup sweating in your hand, trying not to look too long in his direction. but you couldn’t help it.

he was there. of course he was there.

jaemin always loved the attention, the parties, the validation.

you just didn’t expect him to have her in his arms.

minjeong.

the girl he used to talk about like a dream, back before he ever touched you. before he ever pressed you up against the backseat of his car, before he ever made you moan his name with your thighs shaking around his head.

and now she’s sitting next to him, giggling into his neck, wearing his jacket like it means something. he presses a kiss to her cheek and you swear the cup almost cracks in your hand.

“you okay?” someone asks you. it’s jisung, sweet and concerned, but you can’t answer. because no— you’re not okay.

jaemin never kissed you like that.

never touched you that softly.

never looked at you like you were worth showing off.

you were the girl he fucked when no one was looking. not the one he brought to the party.

and yet…

he still looks at you.

when her attention is elsewhere, sipping her drink or laughing with her friends, he glances over. his eyes find you in the crowd like a ghost that won’t stop haunting him. he smirks. like it’s funny.

like he knows you still want him.

and the worst part is—he’s right.

you last ten more minutes. just enough to pretend you tried. then you’re pushing past the people in the hallway, heading upstairs, into the nearest bathroom you can find. you lock the door, lean against it, chest heaving like you ran a marathon.

you hate him.

you hate yourself more.

a knock comes. not gentle. not curious. just… knowing.

“open the door.” that voice.

you’d know it anywhere.

“go fuck minjeong,” you snap, but you’re already unlocking the door.

he steps inside like he owns the place. like he owns you.

the door clicks shut behind him and he doesn't say a word. just looks at you with that same cocky smirk that used to make your stomach twist and your thighs clench.

you hate how much you missed it.

“you looked real pretty downstairs,” he finally says, voice low, thick with something darker than just lust. “all alone. all jealous. were you thinking about me while i kissed her?”

you swallow hard, backing into the bathroom counter.

“fuck off, jaemin” you breathe, even though your knees are already weak. “i’m not playing this game again.”

but he closes the distance in two strides, presses his body to yours like he never let it go.

“then why’d you unlock the door?”

your silence is all the answer he needs. his hands grab your hips, rough and impatient, lifting you onto the cold marble counter. your skirt rides up your thighs instantly and he doesn’t hesitate—he pushes them apart, stepping between them like he’s done it a hundred times.

“spread wider,” he murmurs against your neck, hot breath fanning over your skin. “let me see if you missed me.”

you do. fuck, you do.

his fingers slip under the hem of your panties and he groans when he feels how wet you are. slick, messy, all for him. you whimper as he runs two fingers through your folds, slow at first, then with purpose—rubbing circles over your clit like he never forgot what made you squirm.

“fucking soaked,” he growls, eyes locked on yours in the mirror. “how long’s it been, baby? you touch yourself thinking about me?”

you nod, shame flooding your cheeks.

he grins. “good girl.”

his fingers dip inside you, stretching you open with ease, fucking into you slow and deep. your back arches off the mirror and your moan is loud, helpless.

“shhh,” he whispers, biting your earlobe. “don’t want anyone knowing how desperate you still are for me, huh?”

you shake your head, breathing ragged.

“then be quiet while i ruin you.”

he drops to his knees in front of you, tugging your panties off with one harsh yank. his tongue replaces his fingers before you can beg for it—licking a long, slow stripe up your slit before flicking over your clit, soft at first, then fast, relentless. your hands fly to his hair, tugging, trying to ground yourself, but it’s useless.

he eats you like he’s starving. like it’s the last time. like he wants you to remember this every time he touches her instead.

“fuck, jaemin—please—” you gasp, thighs trembling around his head.

he pulls back, chin glistening, eyes wild.

“turn around,” he says, breathless. “hands on the mirror.”

you do as you're told, heart pounding, legs shaking. he yanks your skirt higher, lines himself up behind you, and slams into you with one rough thrust.

you bite your lip hard to keep from crying out. he’s so deep. too deep. every inch of him fills you like he’s trying to erase everyone else.

he grips your hips, fucking into you mercilessly, his eyes meeting yours in the mirror.

“look at yourself,” he pants. “look how pretty you are when i’m fucking you like this.”

you can’t look away. not when he’s pounding into you so good, your body already tightening around him.

his hand slides up your back, wraps around your neck, pulling you up against his chest. “you think she takes it like you do?” he whispers in your ear. “think she begs like you? drips like you? screams my name like it belongs to her?”

you’re crying now, from the pleasure, from the pain. from everything you never got to be.

“you think she screams for me like this?” he pants. “you think she takes me raw, begging to be full again?”

“no,” you cry, thighs shaking. “only me.”

“no one makes you feel like this,” he growls, fucking you harder, rougher. “no one. say it.”

“no one,” you sob. “no one but you.”

“that’s right, baby. i own this pussy.”

he reaches around, fingers rubbing your clit while he fucks you through your orgasm. your legs give out but he holds you up, forces you to take it.

you come undone with a cry, body shaking, completely at his mercy.

he doesn’t stop.

“fuck, i’m gonna fill you up,” he mutters, pounding into you like he’s lost in it. “gonna cum so deep you’ll feel me for days.”

“please,” you cry, delirious. “please do it. fill me—”

he groans your name as he spills inside you, hips stilling, cock twitching deep in your soaked cunt. you feel everything.

he stays there for a moment, breathing heavy, arms wrapped around you like maybe—just maybe—it meant something.

he pulls out slowly, the thick mess of him leaking down your thighs immediately. you’re still bent over the counter, breathless, skin flushed, tears drying on your cheeks.

he doesn’t say anything. just watches your reflection for a second, lips parted like he might regret something— but of course he doesn’t.

"don’t smile because it happened," you whisper, voice hoarse, broken.

he freezes.

"cry because it’s over."

he meets your eyes in the mirror again, jaw clenched. his hands curl into fists at his sides, like your words punched him in the ribs. but you keep going, tasting the ache on your tongue.

"you’re supposed to think about me every time you hold her."

his silence screams louder than anything he’s ever said. but then—

“shut the fuck up.”

his voice is rough. sharp. but not angry—desperate.

before you can blink, he’s spinning you around, grabbing your face with both hands, and crashing his lips against yours.

it’s not gentle. it’s not soft.

it’s punishment. it’s pain.

it’s everything you’ve never said.

“you want a goodbye fuck that bad?” he growls, already pulling your shirt up, fingers twisting your nipples roughly through your bra. “i’ll give it to you. i’ll give you something to cry about.”

you moan into his mouth, hips grinding against his thigh shamelessly, already sensitive, already needy.

he lifts you again, this time placing you directly on the cold marble counter, knees pushed up and wide.

he doesn’t even bother teasing—his fingers find your entrance and slide in deep, curling inside the mess he left.

“still fucking dripping,” he mutters. “didn’t even try to close up around anyone else, huh?”

you gasp, fingernails digging into his forearms.

“because no one else fits,” you breathe.

he groans, dragging his cock through your folds again, already hard.

“then take me again,” he snarls. “take every inch and beg for it.”

he thrusts into you with one brutal motion, and your head falls back as you cry out, body arching from the shock of it.

you’re still raw, still pulsing—but you take it, just like he asked. just like you always do.

this time, he stays closer. one hand on your throat, the other under your thigh, holding you wide open for him. his pace is relentless, cock slamming into your deepest parts like he’s trying to hurt you— but it’s not pain you want him to stop.

you want him to ruin you.

so you let him.

“look at me,” he hisses, eyes locked on yours. “fucking look while i break you.”

you meet his gaze, tears spilling again, mouth open in a silent moan.

"i want you to miss me," you whisper. "i want you to miss me..."

he slows, just a little. his thrusts go deeper, not softer, and his eyes change. like the words hit something he wasn’t ready for.

“fuck,” he breathes, leaning in, pressing his forehead to yours. “why do you always say shit like that?”

“because it’s true.”

he fucks you harder again, hands everywhere—your face, your hips, your breasts. he licks and bites your neck, groaning as your walls flutter around him.

he pulls you impossibly close, your chest to his, as he slams up into you one last time.

“then fucking cum for me again. now.”

you do. violently. you scream into his mouth as your orgasm crashes through you, shaking, your whole body giving out.

he follows with a growl, biting your shoulder as he spills inside you again, deeper this time, grinding through it until you’re both a mess of sweat and tears and cum.

you’re quiet after. he doesn’t move right away.

he stays inside you, breathing hard, forehead still resting against yours.

and for a second, it almost feels like more.

but you know better.

he pulls out slowly, the mix of both your orgasms dripping down your thighs.

you reach for the counter to steady yourself, blinking at your ruined reflection. red cheeks, swollen lips, glazed eyes.

he’s already adjusting his jeans, grabbing the doorknob again like nothing happened.

before he walks out, he looks at you one last time.

"don’t leave, jaem..." you whisper again, hollow.

but he does.

and he doesn’t cry either.

but you do.

he leaves.

just like that.

no kiss. no goodbye. not even a look back.

the door shuts behind him and the silence hits harder than anything else. your legs are trembling, your thighs sticky and slick, your body aching in every way it shouldn’t.

you stay there. sitting on the counter. bare. empty.

you don’t move for a while. not even when someone knocks on the door a few minutes later, asking if it’s occupied.

your voice cracks when you say, “just a minute.”

but no one hears the way you start crying again once they walk off.

the music is louder now.

bass heavy. laughter spilling from the kitchen. lights too bright. bodies moving past each other like none of it matters. like nothing hurts.

you feel dizzy. your lips are swollen. your mascara is ruined. you try to fix your hair in the mirror before stepping out of the bathroom, but there’s no point. you look exactly how you feel.

broken.

you think maybe if you just disappear into the crowd, he’ll forget you’re still here.

but the universe is cruel.

and he sees you.

from across the room—leaning into jeno.

jeno, who’s always been kind.

jeno, who notices the way your hands are shaking.

jeno, who gently cups your face, wiping a tear that trails down to your lips.

you’re crying again, and jaemin watches.

you’re talking, but he can’t hear you.

you’re speaking between choked sobs and breathless hiccups, mouth trembling like you’re trying to explain your own pain to someone who might finally care. someone who might actually listen.

jeno pulls you close, arms wrapping around your frame like protection, like comfort.

and that’s when it hits.

jaemin’s still holding his red cup, but he’s not drinking anymore. not moving. just watching. frozen.

your voice is swallowed by the music—by the beat, by the blur of voices and bass—but he can see it in your eyes:

you weren’t supposed to fall apart like this. not for him.

you were never supposed to cry because it was over.

and yet—

you are.

and jeno is holding you together in the same house where jaemin tore you apart.

jaemin looks down at his drink. it’s warm. forgotten.

he doesn’t smile.

he just stands there, for a long time, watching the girl who used to beg for him now melt in someone else’s arms.

and for the first time since you met him...

he starts to miss you.

[lovesuhng]

gym bro

fluff, strangers to lovers w.c: 1.3k

You had finally reached the day when you gathered the courage to start going to the gym. You had postponed this decision too many times, but after your doctor gave you a firm warning, there you were—standing at the front desk, trying to look confident. The registration was done and a friendly receptionist led you through the place, saying that a trainer would help you with your first workouts.

On the other side of the gym, Jaemin—a regular and close friend of one of the trainers, Jeno—was already paying attention. He immediately noticed your new face.

Over the next few days, you slowly started to feel more comfortable, even though you still relied heavily on your trainer. You felt insecure most of the time, especially with unfamiliar machines. Jaemin watched from afar, secretly finding it adorable how you searched for your trainer with your eyes—like looking for a hero. One day, he almost approached you when he saw you clearly confused, but just then, your trainer returned from the bathroom and stepped in.

Jeno, who wasn’t a fool, had already picked up on Jaemin’s interest. He even offered to “help” bring you two closer, but Jaemin always brushed it off.

The next morning was back and biceps day—one of your favorites. When you arrived, the receptionist let you know your trainer wouldn’t be coming due to personal reasons. Instead of going home, you decided to be brave and try it alone. You remembered the lat pulldown and headed there, only to find someone already using it.

Hesitating a little, you gently tapped the guy’s shoulder. He turned around, pulling out one of his earbuds—and that’s when you recognized him. That really good-looking guy you’d seen before. But up close? He was even more striking.

"Hi?" he said, calm and smiling.

"Are you almost done?"

"Just one more set. Wanna alternate?"

You nodded and waited off to the side, watching him with curiosity. The way he moved was so natural. Strong arms, soft features. Had he always looked this good and you just didn’t notice?

Once Jaemin finished, he stepped aside, and you thanked him shyly before taking your place. But something felt off—your grip, your posture, your trembling arms. And of course, he was still nearby.

“Uh… want some help?” he asked, already approaching.

“Yes, please. I think you know way more about this than I do.” You chuckled awkwardly.

“Well, since it’s a back workout, try holding the bar closer to the ends. And don’t lean your torso back too much.”

You followed his advice, and he gave you a small nod of approval. You ended up taking turns using the machine, and between sets, exchanged a few glances and smiles. Whenever you got a move right, he’d give a thumbs up or even wink at you—making you giggle every time. The connection was starting to grow.

Later, during the rope biceps curls, you felt unsure again. Before you could even ask, Jaemin was by your side. He showed you the proper form, then gently stood behind you to adjust your posture. Your heart sped up at his closeness. And his heart? Nearly jumping out of his chest.

“Are you sure you're not a personal trainer?” you teased, trying to hide your flustered smile.

He laughed, stepping back. “Nope. Just like helping.”

“Well, prepare yourself. I’m gonna be calling for help all the time now.”

After that day, you two got closer. Even when you didn’t ask, Jaemin was always around, giving you tips or just making you laugh. You talked more, joked more, trained more.

“Lovebirds, this is a gym, not a coffee shop!” Jeno teased as he passed by.

“We can’t even rest in peace anymore?” you shot back, laughing. “Jaemin’s just helping me.”

“Too helpful, if you ask me,” Jeno grinned. “Bet he wants to help with other things too…”

Jaemin nearly choked.

The comment stuck with you. Was Jaemin actually interested or was Jeno just messing around?

Jaemin, for his part, thought about it constantly. He wanted to ask you out, but he didn’t want to rush things. He preferred to wait until you felt comfortable—until you trusted him.

Another day arrived and Jaemin was working out as usual—or at least trying. You hadn’t shown up yet, and he kept glancing toward the entrance. He was just about to leave when he saw you rushing in, out of breath.

“You’re leaving already?” you asked, catching your breath.

“Yeah. Thought you weren’t coming. Something happened?”

“I completely overslept! I ran here just to see if I could still catch you.”

“You ran… to see me?” he asked, flashing that teasing smile.

“No! I mean… yes. Oh, Jaemin, stop laughing!”

“I can’t help it. You’re so cute when you’re embarrassed.” He kept laughing while you blushed so hard.

“Do you want me to stay and help you? Though I think you’re a pro now.”

“Of course I'm a pro! I’ve got the best gym bro guiding me. Look at those biceps!” You playfully flexed your arm, and both of you burst out laughing. “Thanks, but you don’t need to stay.”

As you were about to enter the gym, he called out, “Hey… I was wondering. Would you like to go to eat something sometime?”

“Like… a date?” He just nodded. “It’d be an honor, my favorite gym bro.”

-

After the first date, everything shifted. Well, almost everything. You both still claimed to be "just friends," but your connection was impossible to miss.

“You’re really gonna keep pretending?” Jeno asked Jaemin during a back workout.

“Pretending what?”

“You know.”

“I just don’t want to rush anything. I want her to feel safe with me.”

“But you’re dying to kiss her.”

Jaemin only smiled. He really was. Since day one.

You two flirted constantly—Jaemin sent gym selfies, always teasing, and you pretended not to fall for it (but secretly loved every one). He treated you with so much care it made your heart melt. Even after the workout, he insisted on walking you home.

Then came the dreaded day: leg day. You arrived early, did your warm-up, already a bit sweaty and out of breath. As you tried to remove a 10kg plate from the leg press, it slipped and landed right on your foot.

The loud bang made everyone turn. Jaemin, who had just arrived, saw you on the ground holding your foot in pain and sprinted to your side.

“Are you okay? Does it hurt? Don’t move! Should I call an ambulance? I’ll drive you! What should I do, baby?”

He didn’t even realize what he said.

“Calm down, Jaem. Just take me to the ER. It hurts a lot.”

With Jeno’s help, he carried you to the car and went straight to the hospital.

Thankfully, the injury wasn’t serious—just pain, ice, and two weeks of rest. Jeno left, but Jaemin insisted on staying at your apartment. Now lying on your bed surrounded by pillows, you smiled.

“Need anything else?” Jaemin asked, full of worries.

“Don’t need to worry, I'm way better. Just sit here for a second.” You patted the space beside you.

“Everything okay?”

“Yeah. First of all: thank you. Really.” He smiled.

“No need to thank me. I’d do anything for you.”

You blushed. He noticed.

“Second… what was that about baby?”

He scratched the back of his neck, suddenly shy. “I was panicking… it just slipped out. Sorry, I—”

You cut him off with a quick kiss. Short, but full of meaning.

“You talk too much,” you said, brushing his cheek. “And you know what? I loved being called baby by you. You can say it whenever you want.”

Jaemin beamed like a kid and started planting kisses all over your face, whispering baby between each one.

“I’ve been waiting for that kiss for so long…”

“Oh yeah? Then you better enjoy it—because now you’re taking care of me.”

He leaned in with that mischievous smile, brushing your nose with his. “Deal. I’ll take care of my princess… but first, let me give you the kiss you really deserve.”

And just like that, your favorite gym bro became your everything.

[neocharm]

Jaemsung threesome thoughts |unedited wip/scrap|

asabf/fem reader (she/her used, fem pet names used. i.e “good girl.” “Pretty girl.”)

This fanfiction includes the following: Oral sex f.r, fingering, double penetration(anal+vaginal), overstimulation, humiliation, dirty talk, kissing, nipple play, cursing, and more. IF YOU ARE A MINOR GO AWAY!

A threesome with Jaemin and Jisung was so nerve wrecking, you were shocked that they were even open to the idea of one, but they were both so sure. They’re both so big and strangely mix well when it comes to their style of sex, so you agreed easily.

Jaemin being so turned on by you being embarrassed by how good everything feels, he’d help Jisung relax a little more—making comments about how you react to all of his touches.

“She can’t even keep her eyes opened.” He’d tease as Jisung slid his fingers into you. Of course when Jisung notices your erotic expression he feels more confident in his touches.

The soft moans that emits from your mouth fuels the perverted side of them both, bringing out a horribly sinful duo. With Jisung fingering you and Jaemin kissing you it’s impossible to form a single thought. When Jaemin goes from just kissing you to groping your breasts, using his mouth to stimulate your nipples—Jisung decides that he can go further.

Going from fingering you to eating you out. It doesn’t take long for him to become drunk from the power he feels, being able to cause you so much pleasure that your whole body reacts makes him feel like he’s on top of the world.

“Does it feel good, hm?” Again, Jaemin can’t spare you a second of peace. As you succumb to the pleasure he mocks you. Asking you if Jisungs mouth feels good, making you describe how good his tongue feels on your pussy while praising him.

Jisung only becomes more perverted—closing his eyes as he grinds against the mattress, moaning into your pussy as he gets off to your praise and humiliation.

“Are you gunna cum, hm? You gunna cum on Jisungs tongue?”

Beside you, Jaemin presses open mouth kisses on your hot skin. The taste of your sweat and the feeling of your pulse on his tongue turns him on even more.

Strangled moans leave your mouth as you try your hardest to get out one clear ‘yes.’ You could only nod your head when Jisung began rubbing messy circles on your clit. With just a few more pushes from Jaemin and Jisung’s tongue you finally broke, releasing all over the lower half of Jisung’s face.

Of course this isn’t the end though, Jaemin has to eat you out next; so he switches positions with Jisung. The difference in the way they eat you out is so noticeable.

While Jisung is more careful, seemingly unsure despite his skill—Jaemin doesn’t hesitate. It’s clear that Jisung eats pussy for your pleasure, while Jaemin does it for his own.

Immediately your body jerked, you reached down and put your hands in his hair. You were hoping that Jisung would help you relax into the pleasure since it was clear you were sensitive, but instead —with a foggy mind, Jisung began kissing you.

Jaemin at first focused on just gauging how sensitive you were, and when he got an answer he stopped holding back.

Your legs trembled beside his head, threatening to shut at any given second as your hips bucked against his face. It took Jaemin to hold you down with his arm to keep you still. And when Jisung finally stopped kissing you he held your hands in place.

Unlike Jaemin he didn’t say much to embarrass you, his words were mostly of praise. Complimenting your taste, muttering how pretty your pussy is and how sexy your voice sounds.

“You taste so good when you cum, are you gunna let Jaemin hyung taste it too?”

Your body trembles against Jisung as he sits behind you, keeping you in place.

“It’s okay, I got you…I got you.”

When Jaemin looks at you he grins against your pussy, knowing you’re getting close again. You half expect him to stop but instead he keeps his eyes on you, it’s like he’s saying that he dares you to break eye contact. And you know better than to do that, so you do your best not to.

With Jaemin’s eyes on you, his mouth against your pussy. And Jisung’s body behind you, his dick pressed against your back—it felt like you were being turned into jelly.

As you got closer you couldn’t help but break eye contact, leaning your head back against Jisung as your hips shuttered against Jaemin’s face.

“There you go, such a pretty girl~look at that.”

Deciding on a position is easy. Knowing that your body is likely tired from cumming twice in a row, they decide that it would be cruel to make you do more than stand. So, Jaemin gets behind you, and Jisung gets in front of you.

The nervous feeling you had inside of you is soothed by their reassurance that they’ll be gentle and go slow until you’re ready for more. And just like they promised, they both enter you slowly. The thin wall separates their thick cocks inside of you—you can feel them both slowly sliding inside.

“Gosh you—you’re so tight…” Jisung whispered.

Your mind goes blank the second both of them are fully inside, neither of them move until they’re sure you’re fine. Jaemin is the first to ask; “Are you okay baby?” Jisung is too busy trying his hardest not to crumble under how good your pussy feels.

You weakly nod your head, gripping Jisung’s shoulders as your legs tremble. Jaemin does his best to keep you up straight, but it only becomes harder when they finally start moving—your body goes completely weak as they start slowly fucking you.

Your head falls back on Jaemin’s shoulder and they both attack opposite sides of your neck.

[luvyeni]

showing jaemin your new skirt

𝓲𝓲 ㅤ𓈒ㅤ𓈒𓈒 ( 재민 x fem!reader )   ─── ❛ genre ⸝⸝ smut. content warning. oral ( f ). unprotected sex word count. 0.6k 「 req? ⦂ yes/no 」 library  !

𝕼 ㅤ𓈒ㅤ𓈒 yeni’s note .ᐟ something about this photo gets me everytime I see it .

“nana look up.”

you turned from the mirror to face your man. “yes baby?” he looked up from his phone from the bed. “look at this skirt i bought today.” you gave him a little twirl , he smiled seeing you genuinely freaking out about the skirt. “how cute.” you shrieked of happiness. he moved to the edge of the bed, now sitting up.

“come here baby.” he beckoned you over with his fingers. “let me see it up close.” you skipped over to him. “see , look at the little details.” he grabbed your waist , pulling you closer. “it was so affordable, im so happy i got the last one too.” you held his shoulders. “it is cute love.” his eyes traveling down your legs. “you look so pretty.”

his fingers tracing your waist. “is it a little too short?” you asked. “it’s perfect princess, you know i love these tiny skirts on you.” he kissed your bare stomach. “i do.” your finger threaded the hair on the back of his neck. “you know why?” his voice changing as he slowly got down to his knees, you finally got where he was going. “nana.” you whimpered. “easier access to your pretty little pussy.”

his head now covered by your skirt; your cunt right in front of him; just like he likes it. “jaemin.” he kissed your clothed cunt. “so pretty princess.” he grabbed your thighs pulling them apart, kissing the insides of them. “nana pl-please.” you moaned as he pulled your panties to the side. “shh baby let me do this.” he pulled you down , so you were sitting down on his face. “oh fuck jaemin!”

he licked your folds , his nose brushing against your sensitive clit. “more , nana i need more.” you began to rock your hips against his lips, your hands tangling in his hair yanking at it as you rode his face. “oh fuck jaemin, feels so good.” you squeezed your boobs, your stomach tightening up as you felt yourself about to cum. “nana im gonna cum.” moaning out , legs wobbly as you came. “fuck!”

you pulled his head away from your sensitive mound; his head emerging from your skirt with a lazy smile , lips glossed from your cunt. “just love your sweet pussy baby , need to feel you around me.” he pulled you down onto his clothed cock; not even caring that the bed was right there. “you feel that , im so fucking hard right now.” he lifted his hips with you still in his lap to free his cock. “need you to sit on my fat cock princess.”

you grabbed the base of his cock, sinking down on his length. “that’s it baby , sit on my cock.” you moaned out as he filled you up. “so big nana.” you began to bounce in his lap. “fuck princess you’re so wet right now.” you gripped the bed in front of you. “so fucking tight.” he groaned , lifting your shirt letting your tits free. “so pretty.” he grabbed both your mounds, bringing one of them to his mouth , sucking on your nipples; pinching the other one.

he switched back and forth between your boobs as you rode his cock; his length dragging along your walls. “gonna cum for me princess , gonna cum all over my cock like a good girl?” you nodded , moving much faster. “fuck princess im gonna cum , gonna cum inside your pretty pussy.” he groaned. “fuck nana im gonna cum !” you shouted. “you can cum love , cum all over my cock.”

stilling your hips; your tired legs shaking as you came, clenching around him. “fuck im cumming princess , gonna cum , shit !” he threw his head back against the soft bed as he came, his hips bucking involuntarily as he emptied his load inside you. “ fuck.” he sighed holding you close. “fuck i love you so much.”

“this skirt is just too cute , gonna have to get you another one when it’s back in stock just so i can fuck you in it again.”

©️LUVYENI

[sungbites]

NA JAEMIN AS YOUR BOYFRIEND

pairing : bf!jaemin x gf!reader genre : est relationship, pure fluff warnings : petnames, crying, kissing, and not proofread synopsis : headcannons that bf!jaemin would do wc : 1k a/n : yes this is a reupload but u guys are being fed <3 to preface this is a reupload from my account @ pshbites, this is the original and it is my work. i only have these two accounts and if there is any other account impersonating me, it is not me.

texting you for no reason. jaemin loves telling you everything. whether it be miniscule or important, it didn’t matter because you would know. some days he would text you while you’re at work and tell you what he’s currently doing. sometimes it’s sweet things like “saw a flower and i thought of you” or sometimes it’s just the most random things like how many red cars he saw that day (it was 5). he always tells you and you reciprocate his excitement with each detail. each text rant always ends in him confessing his everlasting love for you like he always does and of course, you reciprocate it in the exact way he said it to you.

jaem: i miss you

jaem: my baby precious yn i always love you

jaem: can’t wait to have dinner with you tonight, are you excited

jaem: i’m making your favorite princess

jaem: where are you :((((

jaem: maybe you’re driving to the office :/

jaem: drive safe baby love you

you: i miss you more

you: i was driving :) but im now in the parking lot of the office

you: and of course i’m excited for dinner baby

you: my jaem i love you so much more than words can express

you: see you tonight <33

jaem: see you princess <3333

putting you first. there would be times where the two of you would be out and about with your group of friends. jaemin would be talking to them and enjoying his time but he looks towards you and you just aren’t feeling it anymore. right then and there jaemin would decide to leave and call it a night because you aren’t enjoying yourself. he always prioritizes you over himself and some problems come with that but most of the time you know he’s doing it out of the kindness of his heart. 

leaving traces of you around his apartment. the two of you don't share an apartment so sometimes you sleepover at jaemins apartment or hang out there. since you already spend so much time there, you leave behind things. it started out small like a hair tie or a jacket but then it started becoming your slippers or a set of your pajamas. once jaemin started to notice, he cleared out a drawer for you and set all your items in there. partially he did it so you didn’t rummage through his things to find your own but at the same time he did it because it felt that a piece of you was still there when you weren’t. because of this he started collecting your things in that drawer but would always display some trinkets or stuffed animals you left on his bed. he also developed a love for stuffed animals because you adored them so much so he began buying them to put on his bed so you would be more at home. his first priority is to always make you comfortable.

buying anything that reminds him of you. your bedside counter was filled with random trinkets jaemin bought for you simply because it looked like you. you weren’t sure how a peacock with a white scarf resembled you but jaemin did know. he saw you in every detail of his life so if something reminded him of you he would buy it without question and give it to you that very day. in your collection you had all sorts of things and sometimes it was a hassle to arrange them all while cleaning but you never complained because how could you complain to that sweet face. 

always having you in arms reach. when you and jaemin were in public with your other friends he always had you close to you, not for any possessive reason but because he always craved your touch. he always had to be touching you in anyway possible, whether that be your hand intertwined with his or his hand on your thigh or anything. he always wanted to be close to you because it grounded him, it wasn’t like you minded either. you loved how clingy he gets when you aren’t right next to him, it was cute. while having you in arms reach he draws circles on you, or writes his name on that spot over and over, engraving it in your soul. he loves seeing you try and ignore it but failing miserably.

kisses when you least expect it. most of the time jaemin always kissed your cheek before you left his apartment or left a date to go somewhere, but sometimes he would catch you off guard and kiss your lips. in these moments you felt jaemins tender love the most, his lips always touched yours with the utmost affection he could give. his hand would rest on your hip before he pulls back and smiles, saying goodbye. clearly he didn’t know what effect he had on you because the rest of the day you would lightly graze your lips, smiling at the thought of him. 

laughing along to your contagious laughter. something about your laugh does it for jaemin, it doesn’t matter if the joke you told wasn’t entirely funny but hearing your laughter is like a sweet melody, he starts to smile and laugh along with you. he loves these moments with you because he sees a sparkle in your eyes, making him smile so sweetly at you before he begins to laugh along. to jaemin anytime you smiled or laughed, it was the happiest moment. he adored hearing your cute laugh even after a lame jake.

your smallest achievements are his greatest achievements. it could be as simple as “i walked ten thousand steps today” and he’s throwing a party all for that. to jaemin any small feat of yours is a great accomplishment for him because he wants to celebrate you for as long as you let him. he always wants to be the person who make the biggest deal out of the smallest things because he knows how good you feel about yourself because of that. a simple “im so proud of you my princess” goes such a long way for you.

kissing away the tears. crying in front of jaemin was something that rarely happened because of what a great boyfriend he was. but sometimes life got hard for whatever reason and you need a good cry, in times like those jaemin kisses those tears off your face. he hates seeing you cry because a part of him breaks no matter what, it hurts him more than it does you but he’ll never say that. so instead he’ll sweetly hold your face, kissing those tears away softly. “it’ll be okay my baby, i promise” he tells you, trying to reassure you and it works like a charm everytime.

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[sungiescheotluv]

mirror muscles ⭑.ᐟ na jaemin

pairing: na jaemin x gender neutral reader

word count: 2.7k

tags/warnings: fluff, established relationship, suggestive, gym talk(?)

summary: doing your new resolutions with jaemin has always worked in your favor, most goals ticked off your lists. however, when you mention going to gym, jaemin's enthusiasm reaches new heights.

notes: hiyaaaa! it feels like forever since i last posted (two days omg 🙄) but i do hope you pretty stars enjoy this very indulgent fic! as an aspiring gym girlie, i'd do anything for this kind of princess treatment (particularly from jaemin 😋) also, the title of this is based on the soft play song with the same name (emo jisung, lemme give u some music recs). ok, i think i'm done here. wishing u all the best, much loveeee! <3

Note to self: never, under any circumstances, tell Jaemin your New Year’s resolution. Because one peek at your ambitious list and Jaemin will pry you from your warm bed, at the ass crack of dawn (might you add) to go to the gym because ‘nothing beats a morning pump.’

If you weren’t stupidly in love with him, you would’ve dropped a dumbbell on his toe.

How you get to this point is a lot more wholesome. Since the start of your relationship, once snow trickles down for Christmas, you two sit at your dining table with your laptops opened on Pinterest and pin-point what goals you'd like to achieve the following year. This way, you’re not shouldering your ambitions alone, having each other every step of the year as you tick off box after box. So far, you’ve managed to complete most of your goals. Go traveling, learn a new language, cook more home-cooked meals, limit screen time (still working on that) and many more. Jaemin was also progressing well: dedicating more time in his photography, reducing his coffee intake, going to bed earlier and visiting his mother more. 

For this year’s moodboard, while collecting pictures of your next set of goals, fitness content shows up in your recommendations. People in pilates studios in their pastel pink gym-sets. The aesthetic draws you in, how content people feel moving their body besides getting their 10k steps a day in. More photos start showing up, people sculpting their pride in the gym, sharing personal stories of their fitness journey and how the gym has taught them so much about themselves. What they’re capable of, what they never thought they could do and what opportunities lie await now that they’re happier in themselves. It all seems promising, even more so when you reconsider how bright your best friend’s life’s become since making the choice. She’d rarely accompany you to a game of badminton and now she’s pioneering her own run-club, amassing a social media following the size of an army.

You’d have to ask her how to get started once she’s back from her influencer trip (maybe content creating is something you needed to hop on). Then again, peering over your laptop screen to Jaemin’s glowing face, you could simply ask him. He’s been consistently going to the gym for a while now, to the point where you fake-pleaded for SM to close their gym because your boyfriend's become too buff for you to function. He’s always been gorgeous, with a face that could charm a snake, but now that he’s carved like a Renaissance sculpture, you couldn’t form a coherent sentence around him. Of course, aesthetic reasons are what lured him into the space, but he relays it’s become a lot more than that for him.

“I want to be strong, not only to build my confidence but to also protect my loved ones,” he looks directly at you, a serious hue to his eyes. “It’s another form of self-love. Showing up for myself, proving I can do hard things, even when I don’t want to. That I can step out of my comfort zone, try new things and ultimately, live a longer life. Because at the end of the day, as much as I do this for me, I also do it so I can help you carry groceries. So that I can move furniture around when we move in together, be the one that my family calls if they need something physically demanding done,”

Fondness curves his lips, a flicker of timidity dart his eyes down to the desk before they flicker back up at you, astoundingly earnest as he says, “I’d also want to keep up with our kids. Carry them when they’re tired or run after them in a park. Those are my reasons.”

Something stutters in your chest. Then, leaps. Over the course of your three year relationship, it’s only natural that topics like this are mentioned, like marriage and children. Heck, you two shared a Pinterest board of decor ideas for the shared apartment you’d been on the lookout for. So, it shouldn't phase you but it does. How far into the future he sees with you. How he shares a bit of himself so effortlessly, in a way that lacks pressure and possesses good faith. Love and promise. All prominent themes throughout your relationship, one you thank your lucky stars for.

As a consequence, you flush. Folding like the early days of your relationships. “You’re getting bold these days. We haven’t even moved in together.”

“All in good time, angel,” he grins, looking a bit lovesick. “In any case, if this is something you wanna do, I’d be more than happy to help. Go to the gym with you so you don’t feel anxious, show you how to use the machines, get you workout clothes - whatever you want.”

You could marry this man.

You extend your arm across the wooden table, hand finding his as your fingers interlace, the same song and dance you’d hope you’d spend your life doing. “Thanks, baby.”

And now? Now, divorce weighs heavily on your mind.

In an effort to avoid the New Year’s crowd, Jaemin wakes you up early in the slum of days after Christmas where time doesn’t exist, cuddling into your half-sleeping figure with a gentle voice. Coaxes you to get up, slip on the new gym clothes you’d spent on his card (his treat, he said) and somehow, here you are, stinging eyes squinting under fluorescent lights with some EDM track playing faintly in the background.

“Oh, baby. Don’t look so down, you’re in good hands,” Jaemin coos, hand squishing your cheeks under your chin before pulling you into his chest, warm and comforting. “I’ll take care of you.”

“Couldn’t this wait until,” you glance at your fitness tracker, your own treat to yourself. “Midday? No one needs to be here at 9 am.”

“Maybe, but it’s a good way to start your day. Or get it out of the way,” he chuckles, spinning you out his arms before he wiggles his eyebrows. “Plus, who doesn’t want to see my muscles first thing in the morning?”

He drives home his point by kissing his bicep, something that should make you cringe out your skin or disappear without a trace, but no. Perhaps you’re still sleepy, shielding a snicker with your hand because of how lame (said adoringly) he is.

“You said you’d usually start off with thirty minutes on the treadmill, right?” You nod your head. “Okay, I’ll go with you. I’ll run for fifteen and row until you're done. So you don’t constantly have me in your ear.”

You laugh, because as grumpy as you’d been on the way here, you could never grow tired of him. All his carefree and mischief nature, his sweet and generous manner - you couldn’t even if you tried. 

Few people populate the modern gym, near to none in the cardio section as Jaemin refreshes your memory on all the buttons before you begin. Beside you, he does sporadic sprints, no heavy breaths clouding his chatter with you. You, on the other hand, keep it relatively reserved for your first time, upping the speed when you want to challenge yourself, surprising yourself with the distance and time that flies by. Soon enough, Jaemin’s squeezing your hand and moving a few rows back where the rowing machines are, leaving you with your walking playlist.

Again, in a flash, time passes by, upbeat songs blaring in your headphones that make you dance through the next fifteen minutes, a simmer of sadness coming when you’ve reached time with a whole host of songs still in the queue.

“You can listen to them next time,” Jaemin winks before leading you into a dark, LED room dotted with mirrors and yoga mats. This is one of the rooms booked for classes, but for now, it’s your stretching area where you cycle through some stretches and Jaemin jokes about folding you like a pretzel. 

The one other person in the room - a woman in her thirties - coughs, before smirking your way, the heat of your embarrassment migrating to your cheeks as you swat at Jaemin. He simply laughs, stretching to reveal his happy trail and suddenly, you forget why you’re even mad. 

When you’re finished, he shows you different sections - an assortment of cable machines, the weights area and then to an area with more machines. There’s a few people occupying the machines, immersed in their own world with flushed cheeks and sweat seeping into their clothes. It fills you with relief, that no one’s focused on you and your sweating figure as if you had ‘gym newbie’ written across your forehead. Jaemin shows you some of the machines he uses, depending on what he wants to work out but for the most part, lets you decide what machines you’d want to use - if any.

“Why do I need to put on muscle? You putting me in a headlock is good enough.” You fake-complain, feeding off the gentle approach Jaemin’s taken in trying to convert you to a gym rat.

“And you say I’m the dirty one,” he tsks with a matching grin. “You don’t need to do anything. All I’m doing is showing you the options you have. The more things you try, the more likely you’ll find something you lik-”

“Is that the slut machine?”

Jaemin’s head jerks back, eyebrows pinching together in confusion. “What are you talking about?’

“This one,” you approach the machine closeby, pointing to the photo attached along with its actual name - hip adduction. “Isn’t this the one where people like, open their legs like crazy?”

Jaemin shakes his head, amusement in the smile he swipes with his hand. “Yes, it is. Wanna give it a go?”

“Hell yeah,” you climb into the machine in a rush, finding the experience more exciting than scary as Jaemin makes sure everything is in order. “This is gonna be hilarious.”

“I’m setting it to a low weight. If it’s too easy, we’ll move it upwards and try and find your range,” he comments, looking at you through his silver hair. “You ready?”

“Ready,” and you go, the weight moving like nothing, so much so that when it sets back to its original position, you’re more caught off guard by how far apart your legs are spread. “This is so raunchy, ohmygod.”

“Good thing it’s facing the wall,” Jaemin laughs at you shielding in between your legs. He ups the weight, the number looking a lot scarier than anticipated. “Let’s try this then. You should be able to rep 10 of these.”

You shuffle, a bit unconvinced. Taking a breath, you engage the machine, exerting more effort than before but managing to do one rep. Then two, then three all the way up to ten. Enough to challenge you, but not strain you.

Jaemin howls, pinching your cheek as he says, “Look at you go! That was great.”

“Thank you,” you huff, the tingle in your thighs somehow the source of the happiness in your chest. “That was really fun, actually.”

“Isn’t it?” Jaemin smiles, using some paper towel to wipe after the machine for you. “Usually people do about three sets of those. Reps depend on what you want to do - build endurance, muscle strength, all that. But that was really great, I’m so proud of you.”

And you feel proud of yourself too. Having tried something new, feeling unsure but leaning into the feeling. Letting yourself see how far you can extend yourself, pleasantly surprised with the distance. 

So, this was what Jaemin was on about.

You continue your morning like this, getting a personalised tutoring session in how certain machines works and what areas they work out. Jaemin runs through his leg day, since you two were on the hip adduction machine, enjoying more exercises like leg press and goblet squats. By the time you get to the hip thrust machine to try, someone’s occupying it. Jaemin suggests using the squat rack, the scary thing with a long barbell and weights attached to it. Sensing your apprehension, Jaemin lets you know he’s got you, coaching you through the exercise and any queries you may have about movement or positioning. Eventually, it’s your turn to lean against the incline bench and despite your fear, you work your way through 8 hip thrusts. You don’t nearly enjoy it as much as people online talk about it, which Jaemin says,

“That’s perfectly fine. There’s so many exercises that work the same areas. You’ll find one you prefer.” 

Finished for your session, Jaemin asks for you to hold tight while he does some deadlifts. It’s maddening watching him pick up such heavy weights, concentration knitting his eyebrows together with his exposed arms flexing under the tension. Wearing a sleeveless top for the gym in theory is great, but for your mental health? Bad, so bad. 

Because even if your body rings with exhaustion, the kind that’s refreshing and ensures a peaceful slumber, you’re about ready to jump his bone. 

Ill with lust, as you’d joke. 

Jaemin snickers, snapping his waist belt off with one hand, which shouldn’t be sexy but is. Your eyes then trail to the barbell, the memory of Jaemin’s set vivid in your mind.

“Did you wanna try it?” Jaemin asks, reading your mind. “We can start off with no weights. Just the barbell. There’s also different variations of a deadlift, let’s see which one you prefer.”

Out of the three, you pick the most conventional one to start with, teeth sinking into your bottom lip at what you’ve gotten yourself into. Particularly after Jaemin loads weights on each end when you've rehearsed with the barbell.

“Think of the barbell cutting your feet in half - not standing too close so that your shins are touching it and not too far away that you have to lean to grab it,” Jaemin coaches, your feet shuffling into the right position. “Nice. Let’s move onto the hinge movement,”

From behind you, his hands settle onto your hips, pulling them back with him. He pats them, a chuckle left in his wake as he steps to your side to demonstrate without overly being horny. 

Bastard.

“Like you just did, you’ve gotta hinge your hips backwards until you can’t hinge anymore. Then, you’ll move a little into your knees, like a squat almost so you can grab the barbell,” you follow along, the barbell cold against your hands as you blow a breath.

“Great. Keep your body tense, engage your core and glutes. No arch,” his hand hovers over the arch of your back, something teasing in his smile. “Show your chest, keep your head up straight and lift the barbell up. Remember to keep it close to your body before you lower it down with the same hinge movement and movement into your knees.”

You puff out another breath, the same fear you’ve conquered throughout the session whirring in your chest.

“Don’t worry, angel,” Jaemin smiles, moving behind you again with hovered hands around your figure. “I’ve got you. You’ve got you.” 

Again, his words dawn on you. All the power in your hands, a feeling your heart wants nothing more than to run towards as you lift up the barbell, strength personified as you wait at the top of your stance, smiling at the “Let’s fucking go, you’re doing it! You’re doing it, angel!” in your ear. You hinge backwards, the weight knocked down to the floor with no tension on your back as expected.

Once you’re upright again, Jaemin engulfs you in a backhug, lifting your figure off the floor and kissing your neck, drawing giggles out of you. Joy moves through your body like warm light at his excitement that exceeds your own, belief not setting in quite yet.

“I can’t believe you,” he coos, the mirror ahead of you capturing the embrace he holds you in, the elation in his eyes as he does nothing but adore you. Like he’s always done. “Actually, I can. You’ve got a laundry list of things you’re good at. Can you believe it?”

“Not originally,” you admit, the confession somewhat bittersweet. “But after this, I think I’d better have more faith in myself.”

Fondness finds itself in his lips again, a kiss against your cheek as he gently guides you out the way, lifting the barbell onto the rack with his gaze in the mirror directed to yours. 

“Couldn’t have said it better myself.”

And you fall into laughter, helping him slid off the weights before flexing in the mirror like you wanted, finding a different strength in yourself with Jaemin by your side.

[skylin-files]

girl code ⋆ na jaemin

pov: your best friend's former situationship started hitting you up. what could go wrong?

pairing: college student!jaemin x college student! yn

featuring! winter of aespa, nct members

note: this is my first work here. there will be three parts; this is part one. i hope you like it; your comments will be highly appreciated. ♡

check part two here: part 2 | part 3 (final)

── .✦

You and Winter have been best friends for as long as you can remember, inseparable since high school. Back then, you were the duo everyone recognized, always having each other’s backs. But now, in college, life has taken you to separate universities.

You’ve remained a consistent dean's lister and an active member of the campus newspaper, carrying the title of "no boyfriend since birth." Your focus has always been on academics, firmly believing that boys would only be a distraction.

Winter, on the other hand, has been part of her university’s cheer team since her freshman year. For her, cheer takes precedence over academics, and she’s had more talking stages than actual relationships. She’s the embodiment of "pretty privilege."

A classic pair of opposites, perhaps a little cliché. Despite your differences, your bond has always been unbreakable—until a boy enters the picture.

Speaking of the boy, there’s Jaemin, Na Jaemin.

“Na Jaemin!” Jeno, Jaemin’s best friend, yells from outside his apartment, accompanied by the relentless blaring of his car horn.

“I’m not leaving until you open the damn door, Jaemin!” Jeno laughs, still pressing the horn.

“Are you insane? It’s almost midnight. Stop honking the car,” Jaemin grumbles over the phone, peering out his window to spot Jeno grinning, clearly amused. Jaemin shakes his head, slipping on his jacket and grabbing his keys before heading out.

“What took you so long? I told you we’re going to Johnny’s party. You don’t have a say in this,” Jeno remarks as Jaemin climbs into the car. “What were you doing anyway?” he adds.

Jaemin takes a moment, lighting a cigarette before replying, “Homework.”

── .✦

“He looks good—flawless. God’s favorite child,” Winter remarks, scrolling through Instagram as she admires a boy on her screen.

“Who?” you ask, leaning in curiously.

“Oh, just my failed talking stage,” Winter replies casually.

“It’s a failed talking stage for a reason, yet you’re still simping over him,” you tease with a smirk.

“You should get a boyfriend,” you suggest for the thousandth time, genuinely concerned by the growing list of Winter’s failed talking stages and situationships.

“No, you’re the one who needs a boyfriend,” Winter fires back.

“No boyfriend in high school, and now we’re in college, still no boyfriend!” she complains dramatically. You roll your eyes, amused by her antics.

“Boys would do me no good,” you counter.

“Yeah? What about Mark and Haechan?” Winter quips, referencing the two boys you’ve been close to since the start of college.

“They’re different—exceptions,” you retort firmly.

“Whatever,” Winter mutters, waving you off.

── .✦

As the typical college student you are, you decided to pull an all-nighter. Currently on a Discord call with your college friends, Mark and Haechan, what was meant to be a study session had derailed—Mark was already fast asleep, lost in his dreams.

While typing up a draft for an article for your campus newspaper and listening to Haechan’s playlist, your phone buzzed with a text from Winter.

Winter: “Please pick me up. I’m at the local club near your university.”

You frowned, puzzled as to why Winter was partying near your campus and not somewhere closer to her own. A quick glance at the clock showed it was already 2:00 a.m.

“I stayed up all night to be productive, not to fetch an alcoholic from a club,” you muttered under your breath. Still, you knew you couldn’t leave Winter stranded, so you began saying goodbye to Haechan. Winter could be a handful, but you weren’t about to let her fend for herself.

“Want me to come with you?” Haechan offered as you started to log off. “It’s late, and I don’t mind. We can just leave Mark here,” he added, the two of you laughing at Mark’s sleeping figure still visible on the screen.

“Sure, so are you driving?” you teased.

Haechan rolled his eyes playfully. “Yeah, yeah, like I have a choice,” he quipped, grabbing his keys.

── .✦

You felt the strange stares as you walked into the club, clad in a hoodie and sweats, phone pressed to your ear as you called your best friend. The line was picked up almost instantly.

"Winter, where are you?" you asked, only to hear a man’s voice reply.

"This isn’t Winter," he said.

"Who are you? Where’s Winter?"

"Smoking area. Come quick," he answered before hanging up, leaving you no time to respond.

When you reached the smoking area, you were greeted by the sight of Winter hunched over, puking. Beside her stood a boy casually scrolling through his phone, holding her bag like it was the most natural thing in the world.

"Winter!" you called, drawing the boy’s attention.

"It’s a school night," you muttered in frustration, moving to help your best friend.

"Right," the boy murmured, barely audible but clear enough for you to hear.

"I ran into her inside," he explained, finally looking up from his phone. "She said she felt like she was going to throw up."

You froze momentarily, caught off guard by his appearance. He looked good—like God’s favorite child, visuals with no imperfection in sight.

"Do you two know each other?" you asked, not directing the question at anyone in particular.

"Yes!" Winter chimed in, her voice still tipsy.

The two of you exchanged a glance as Winter wiped her mouth, straightened up, and grinned as if she hadn’t just been throwing up moments ago—far from her usual composed self.

"Please take me home," Winter slurred, swaying slightly.

── .✦

“Who’s that?” Haechan asked, leaning casually against his car as he spotted you and Winter, who was currently being carried by an unfamiliar boy.

You shrugged. “No idea, but apparently, they know each other.”

“He looks fine,” Haechan remarked, his eyes trailing over the boy. You couldn’t argue with that, but you stayed quiet.

The boy gently helped Winter into Haechan’s car, her giggles filling the air as she pinched his cheek. Haechan grimaced at the interaction.

“Stop being a hater,” you said, nudging Haechan lightly.

Turning your attention to Winter, you asked, “Are you okay? Do you need water?”

Winter cooed dramatically, “You’re such a sweetheart!” Her voice was loud enough to make you, Haechan, and the boy flinch simultaneously.

Winter’s attention shifted back to the boy as she poked his cheek. “You’re a sweetheart too. You should date my best friend,” she said, her words slurring slightly.

Haechan snorted at the comment. “She’s been single since forever,” Winter added with no filter, causing Haechan to burst out laughing.

You rolled your eyes playfully. “Shut up,” you muttered, placing Winter’s bag beside her in the car.

Your cheeks flushed with embarrassment, which didn’t escape the boy’s notice as he smiled at the scene. His smile didn’t go unnoticed by you either.

── .✦

“Where were you?” Jeno exclaimed as he approached Jaemin outside the local club. Jaemin flicked his half-smoked cigarette into the trash as Jeno arrived.

“I ran into Winter,” Jaemin replied casually, prompting a frown from Jeno.

“Winter? As in Winter, your former... situationship?” Jeno asked, his tone laced with curiosity. Jaemin nodded in confirmation.

“Good thing her friend showed up to pick her up,” Jaemin added, earning an understanding nod from Jeno.

“You're lucky because if her friend hadn't shown up, you’d probably have been the one stuck taking her home,” Jeno teased with a chuckle.

Jaemin nodded. “Exactly what I was trying to avoid. You know I don’t want to have anything to do with Winter anymore.”

── .✦

It was just another day on campus when you entered the lab room, which was unusually crowded as your professor had combined your class with another.

“I wonder who my lab partner will be. Will I be paired with someone from the other class?” you mutter as you sat down and got comfortable, but almost immediately, a voice from beside you interrupted.

“Is this seat taken?” a deep voice asked.

Looking up, you were met with a familiar face—the same guy from last night, the one you suspected knew Winter. Once again, you were struck by his looks. He seemed even more handsome now, his features more defined under the bright lighting.

“Oh, it’s you,” the guy said, sitting down next to you without waiting for you response, his neutral expression replaced by a playful smile.

“I didn’t say the seat was free,” you remarked, watching as he settled into the chair.

He ignored your comment, instead glancing at your university ID. After reading your name, he wrote your name and his on a piece of paper.

“What are you doing?” You asked, watching him scribble.

The boy gestured toward the whiteboard at the front of the room, where it read:

"Look for a lab partner—by pair only! Write your and your partner's name on a sheet of paper. " You were momentarily taken aback as he casually wrote your name next to his on the paper, "Na Jaemin," it read, before standing up from his seat and walking to the front of the class to submit it.

As Jaemin walked back to his seat, you felt your cheeks flush for no apparent reason. Clearing your throat, you muttered softly, "I guess we're lab partners now."

Jaemin sat down and glanced at you, his head tilting slightly as a charming smirk appeared on his face. He thought your sudden shyness, which wasn’t there when you were picking up Winter, was quite adorable.

"I guess we are," he says, his smile widening slightly as he looks at you.

This was definitely going to be an interesting lab class for Na Jaemin.

[leejenowrld]

just thinking about beach baby haeunie with mama and dada🥺https://vm.tiktok.com/ZNd94BuxU/

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beach bubba — sunshine girl

she’s your sun-baked miracle, salt still drying in the hollows of her chubby wrists, wild strands of hair crisp with sea breeze, every inch of her carved out of sand and laughter. from the moment you first carried her onto the warm boards, beach towel slung over one arm and her tiny fingers curled into your palm, the shore became her kingdom, every foamy wave a chorus, every shell a hidden treasure, every grain of sand pressed into her skin a secret she’d tuck away for safekeeping. you watch her dash headlong into sunlight, barefoot and fearless, chasing gulls with her little brother clinging at her side, both of them shrieking for “dada, look! mama, see!” and there’s jaemin, steady and bright as any lighthouse, lifting her up when her knees wobble, soothing the sting of salt in her eyes with a kiss and a promise. you are the tide she comes running back to, the safe arms waiting at the edge of every adventure, and together, your beach bubba, your sunshine girl, teaches you daily how love is a tide that never leaves, just ebbs and swells, always pulling you back home.

morning rituals & pre-beach anticipation in your world, sunshine is the start and end of every beach day, and for haeun, it’s more than a ritual—it’s a pilgrimage. from the second her chubby toes hit the edge of the patio tiles, she’s squealing about “mama, daisy dress!”—insisting on the yellow sundress with the giant daisy stitched on the hem, hair loose and wild, cheeks already pink before the sun’s even kissed her. she’ll drag bunny everywhere by the ear, telling her, “bunny come beach, too,” determined that every loved thing sees the ocean with her. before you even make it out the door, she’s pressed up against the glass, breath fogging the window, nose smushed flat, eyes wide and bright as tide pools—searching for the very first sparkle of blue. it’s only when you scoop her up, arms tight around your neck, that she melts into your side, whispering in that lispy, secret voice, “mama, i want sand on my toes. i want the big water.”

arriving at the shore — sensory overload when you finally step onto the sand, she goes quiet—every bit of her goes still, like she’s absorbing it all. chubby hands reach down, fists curling around fistfuls of sand, letting it trickle through her fingers with a reverence she never shows for dry cereal or paint. her feet—those round, sticky, snack-crumbed marvels—pat-pat-patter across the warm surface, sometimes stumbling, always chasing after gulls or the promise of shells. cheeks glow, sun-kissed, dimpled and sticky with last hour’s snack. she’s got this habit now, squatting low, peering so close at a broken shell it’s like she’s reading its memories—pursed lips, breath puffing out, and that wobbly giggle that sounds like the tide rolling over smooth stones. you catch the shine of her eyes—so dark and bottomless, so quick to go cloudy if she stumbles, then just as quick to blaze with pride when she rights herself and shrieks, “mama look! big girl!” her favorite thing? chasing the foamy curl of the waves and then scrambling back, laughing with her head thrown back, nose wrinkled, tiny teeth showing in a toothy, uneven grin, the wind knotting her hair, her arms flapping like wings. when she’s tired, she curls into you, cheek squished against your shoulder, trailing a constellation of sand grains across your skin.

treasure hunting & beach snacks she’s a collector—shells, smooth rocks, soggy feathers, abandoned crab claws, and handfuls of sand dumped into your bag with absolute faith. “this for dada. and this for joonie. and this… bunny snack!” she will demand “ice cream!” with sticky fingers and a pointed little pout, sand caked in the crease of her elbow and rimmed around her lips, face smeared with the ghosts of strawberry and salt. you’ll hear her little voice burbling up—“so cold, mama, so cold! need hug now,” as she presses her icy hands up under your shirt, making you squeal.

sunset & sleepy returns by the end of the day, she’s so tired she walks in zigzags, holding bunny’s paw and your hand, blinking slow and solemn like a kitten fighting sleep. in the car seat, she babbles about the shells, her treasures, who gets what. the sea salt still clings to her lashes, and she smells like sunblock, bubblegum, sweat, and the honest wildness of a child who’s spent all her joy. when you carry her up to the bath, her arms flop around your neck, and she presses a kiss to your jaw. “mama, love you beach much. ‘gain soon?”

physical & emotional details eyes: dark brown, shining with every glint of blue sea, lashes crusted with salt, bright or stormy depending on the tide’s mood. teeth: gappy, two new ones coming in crooked, shown off in her big beach grins, often flecked with crumbs or a drop of ice cream. nose: button, always wrinkled from laughing at seagulls, sometimes burned pink, freckles popping out in the sun. lips: plump, sticky, always pursed when she’s concentrating, soft little saltwater kisses, sand stuck in the corners. cheeks: squishy, rosy, always the first to show sun, dimpled when she laughs, brushed with fine grains of sand or ice cream smears. arms/legs: pudgy, dimpled, streaked with sunscreen and sand, always moving, reaching, collecting, clutching bunny or shells. feet: broad, chubby, always coated with a layer of wet sand, toes spread, kicking at the surf, digging holes, curling against yours when you wrap her in a towel. giggles: wild, hiccuping, louder by the water, contagious and echoing across the beach, mixing with the shriek of gulls. voice: high, husky from the wind, always calling, always laughing, “mama! see! mama, look!”

sandcastle beginnings — sibling beach bonding you watch them from the shade, the air thick with salt and the sound of far-off gulls, as haeun kneels on the damp, packed sand, determined to make her “big castle, mama! so big!” for the very first time with minjoon. her hands are steady, clumsy but intent, scooping bucket after bucket, while minjoon—smaller, more tentative—follows her every move, copying the shape of her palms as she packs down the sand. her voice is bright, “joonie, like this, pat pat!” and when his first tower crumbles, her lashes flick up, eyes clouding, lips in a gentle pout as she scoots closer. “it’s okay, baby bubba. you try again, sissy help.” you see the way she offers her own bucket, cheeks rosy with pride as he learns to press, turn, lift. when they manage a lopsided turret, she crows, “we did it! look, mama! sissy and bubba castle!” then she drops a shell on top—her “treasure”—and presses a damp kiss to his hair. for a second, minjoon beams, eyes shining, sticky sand smeared across his nose as he hugs her, cheeks smushed together. this is her world: to build, to share, to let him in, even when it means giving up her best shell.

beach meltdown — the seagull theft it’s always the little things—her knees scraped, her snack cup gripped tightly in her fist, cheeks puffed with victory as she runs back from the water. then out of nowhere, a seagull swoops, bold as day, snatching her cracker right from her hand. the shock freezes her, big eyes growing wide, mouth falling open. then the wail starts, sharp and raw, bubbling up from her chest. she stamps her feet, chubby fists clenched, tears streaking salt down her sandy cheeks—“mean bird! mama, bird stoled my snack!” you gather her up, arms strong and sure, her body shaking as she buries her face in your neck, hiccuping wet and furious. “that’s my snack, mama!” you rock her gently, rubbing her back, whispering soft stories about seagulls and silly birds, kissing the crown of her wild hair. you offer a new cracker, let her pick from your palm, and when she finally peeks out, still snuffling, you brush sand from her cheeks. “we’ll keep this snack safe together, okay?” you promise, and she nods, fierce, curling her fingers around yours, her trust as deep and briny as the sea.

post-beach bath rituals — sleepy and clingy after the day’s wild, bright joy, the bath is all warmth and lavender bubbles, your hands gentle in her hair. she’s boneless, half-asleep, head heavy against your collarbone, mumbling nonsense—“five more minutes, mama. bubba so sleepy, can i stay?”—fighting the sleep she’s too tired to resist. you dry her with her favorite towel (the bunny-eared one), rubbing circles into her back while she clings to your neck, legs locked around your waist, breathing in your scent. her body is sunkissed and soft, a little pink at the nose and shoulders, skin smelling of salt and sunscreen and the faintest hint of strawberries from her beach snack. when you tuck her into bed, she whimpers, clutching bunny, arms open wide for you. “no sleep yet. tell me beach story, mama. tell again ‘bout castle.” you climb beside her, let her tuck her cold toes under your thigh, and stroke her hair until her eyes flutter closed.

jealousy & introducing new friends beach days mean sharing, and sometimes it’s hard. when a new friend—maybe minji from next door or a cousin visiting—tries to take her spot beside you on the towel, haeun’s brows furrow, lips pursed, fingers twisting the hem of her dress. she tries to be brave, tries to let them in, but the tension shows—her eyes track every move, voice small, “that’s my spot… that’s where i sit with mama.” you soothe her with a hand on her back, draw her into your lap, whisper, “there’s always room for you, bubba.” gradually, she scoots closer, offering a shell, the tightness in her chest unwinding as you pull her into the fold. later, you catch her watching you, eyes wide and adoring, as if she’s checking to be sure she still belongs to you. you squeeze her hand, a silent promise that you do.

beach dreams — talking in her sleep night falls, and the sea’s in her bones. you listen from the doorway as she mumbles in her sleep, tiny hand gripping bunny, hair a tangle on the pillow. sometimes it’s nonsense: “castle… big shell… waves, mama, waves…” sometimes she murmurs “don’t let go,” voice trembling with some remembered tide. more often, she’s smiling, face peaceful, as if the ocean’s lullaby followed her home. in the morning, she wakes with tales of dreams: “i swam, mama, with dolphins. you was there. sissy and bubba too. we had picnic with stars.”

sunburn cuddles & healing some days the sun kisses too hard, and she comes home flushed, cheeks and shoulders hot and tight. she whines, small and pained, curling into your side, eyes glassy. you dab cool aloe on her skin, blowing softly, singing her favorite song—“it’s okay, beach bubba, mama’s got you.” she whimpers, snuggles deeper, thumb in her mouth, bunny squashed to her chest. your hands never leave her, fingers tracing patterns on her back, promising comfort and softness until her breathing slows.

her “ocean rules” and keeping everyone safe every beach day starts with haeun’s “ocean rules.” she stands at the water’s edge, chin tipped up, voice piping: “no running when mama says stop. hold hands when big wave comes. don’t eat the sand. bunny stays dry. joonie no go far.” she’s serious about safety, dragging minjoon back if he wanders too close to the water, scolding him with all the gravity of a big sister. “joonie, you hold my hand, okay? mama said.” her eyes are fierce, her loyalty even fiercer—she’ll fight off every wave, every crab, every seagull, if it means keeping her world safe.

with dada — special, gentle moments when the sun’s lower and the world goes gold, jaemin is there—slinging her onto his shoulders, letting her point out clouds and pretend she’s queen of the sea. his big hands wrap around her tiny ankles, steady, unbreakable, as she giggles, “dada, look, i’m so tall!” they race down the beach, legs pumping, sand flying, jaemin’s laughter blending with hers. sometimes they sit quietly together, tracing hearts in the sand, his finger slow and careful, her own copying, both so focused it feels sacred. when she gets scared or tired, she reaches for him, arms open, whimpering, “dada up.” he lifts her without hesitation, rocking her gently, humming low and soothing. she melts into him, face pressed to his jaw, hair wild and tangled, safe.

clingy, needy moments with you — mama anchor for every moment she runs wild, there’s a hundred more where she clings, greedy for your touch. she’ll pull you down into the sand, demand you watch her every move, beg, “no let go, mama, watch me, stay close.” if you even think of leaving to get snacks or rinse off her bucket, she whines, eyes wide, “no, mama, no go.” her neediness is honest, total, and it’s always met with a kiss to the cheek, a squeeze of her hand, a whispered, “never leaving, sunshine. always here.”

big sissy moments — minjoon’s champion she’s fiercely protective—if minjoon’s scared, she stands in front, tiny chest puffed out, holding his hand. if he cries, she shares bunny, letting him squeeze the soft ears. when he giggles at a wave, she’s right there, clapping and shrieking, “go, bubba, go!” sometimes they squabble over shells, but in the end, she always shares, pressing a shell into his palm, whispering, “it’s okay, you keep this one. sissy got ‘nother.” their laughter, tangled and wild, is the music of every perfect beach day.

beach day meltdown — sand in the eyes, sunburn, tears, and all the ways they soothe her

the golden light of late afternoon blurs into something sharper as it catches on haeun’s tangled hair and sun-flushed cheeks. she’s running wild at the edge of the surf, shrieking with laughter, when a gust of salty wind kicks up a spray of sand—sharp, stinging, straight into her wide, blinking eyes. the shock freezes her for half a second, lips pursing as her hands fly to her face, and then it breaks—she wails, high and desperate, chubby fingers rubbing the grit deeper, hot tears streaming down and cutting fresh tracks through the sand on her cheeks. “mama—hurts! hurts, mama!” her voice hiccups, shrill with real pain and indignation. you’re already moving, arms open, gathering her close as she buries her damp, sandy face into your neck, sobbing as if the world’s come apart at the seams. her body shakes, heat radiating from her sunburnt skin as she clings tighter, nails digging in, knees locking around your waist. jaemin’s voice is soft but urgent beside you, warm hands cupping her shoulders, thumb brushing the crown of her head. “hey, hey, sunshine—let dada see, let’s get that all out, yeah?” together, you coax her hands away, both of you working gentle and patient as you rinse her eyes with cool water, pressing kisses to her sticky forehead, murmuring reassurance between every sob. minjoon stands nearby, bunny in hand, worry pinching his small face; he offers bunny, pressing the soft paw to her cheek as a silent act of sibling solidarity. the world shrinks to the salt on her skin, the ache of sunburn on her arms, the ache in your own chest as she sobs—“want home, want cuddle, hurts, want dada.” when you finally get her calmed, wrapped in a soft towel, jaemin scoops her up, holding her close, lips pressed to her temple. “dada’s got you, princess. all better soon.” her hands fist in his shirt, her head tucked under his chin, breathing ragged but safe—together, you carry her home, every step a promise she’ll never have to hurt alone.

post-beach cuddles — home, soft, salt-sweet, and clingy

after the world’s harshness, home is balm: warm lights, lavender baths, the slow hush of the sea replaced by the hum of evening. haeun is limp and needy in jaemin’s arms, refusing to let go as he dries her off, combs her salty hair, rubs aloe into her tender shoulders. “no bed, want up, wanna stay,” she pleads, voice muffled by his shirt. she’s all legs and arms and sticky skin, curling around him on the couch, thumb in her mouth, bunny trapped between their chests. you sit beside them, hand on her leg, listening as she babbles about the “mean bird, the sand monster, the ouchie sun.” jaemin hums in response, rocking her gently, peppering her cheeks with kisses until she giggles through her sniffling. her sunburned nose crinkles when he blows raspberries on her belly, her small hand searching for yours, always needing to be anchored by touch—“stay, mama. no let go. all of us here.” you gather her close, both parents pressed in, your little family in a tangle of limbs and love, salt on your lips and safety in every sigh.

belonging & jealousy — making friends on the sand

the next day, sunshine is tentative at the edge of a new group of beach kids, watching as they dig holes and race for shells. she wants in—badly—but there’s a tension in her stance, a glance over her shoulder to check you’re still watching, still close. she brings minjoon, clutching his hand, introducing him as her “bubba, best friend.” when one of the kids slides in beside you on the towel, taking her spot, her jaw sets, cheeks red, eyes welling with quiet jealousy. she clambers into your lap, limbs heavy and possessive, voice small as she whispers, “mama, my spot. i wanna stay with you.” you kiss her crown, wrap her up, and remind her there’s always a place for her—“always yours, sunshine, no matter how many friends you make.” later, she tries again, offering a shell, sharing her shovel, showing minjoon how to say hello, and when the other kids laugh at his wonky sandcastle, she squares up, planting herself between them. “he’s learning. i help him.” by the end of the day, they’re all laughing, splashing, and you see her bloom—proud, brave, a little wild. but when it’s time to leave, she returns to you, arms open, climbing up, voice soft: “i had fun. but i love you best, mama.” and she nestles into your chest, letting you carry her home, her heart finally quiet, safe where she belongs.

needy, clingy daddy moments — her comfort and her anchor

it’s always jaemin she reaches for when the world’s too much—arms thrown up, lip wobbling, “dada, up, please, up!” after a long beach day or a hard lesson in sharing, she’s desperate for his touch, clambering into his lap, fingers twisted in his collar, face pressed to his heart. he lets her cling, holding her tight, humming nonsense songs as she calms, stroking her hair back from her face. “dada loves you,” he whispers into her ear, every word a promise, and she melts into him, every muscle relaxing, hiccuping out her worries one by one. at night, she insists on lying across his chest, thumb in her mouth, bunny tucked under his arm, her breathing matching his until she finally, finally lets go. “don’t leave, dada,” she mumbles as she drifts off, and he only pulls her closer, never letting her slip away.

facts & headcanons

haeun’s sandcastles always have at least one treasure hidden for minjoon to find, even if she pretends it’s “secret.”

she’s invented a new “bunny rule”—bunny must watch the ocean first before being allowed to nap in the beach bag.

her beach meltdown over the seagull is legendary in family lore; minjoon still imitates her dramatic wail for laughs.

if you try to leave the beach before sunset, she negotiates: “five more minutes! five more! pinky promise!”

her “ocean rules” are posted on the fridge at home, illustrated with stick-figure warnings, her handwriting wonky and proud.

when friends or family visit, she’s territorial—if you want her to share her spot, you must pass the “beach quiz” (“what color’s the sea today?”)

after a big beach day, she’ll talk about the ocean in her sleep—sometimes mumbling, sometimes smiling, sometimes reaching out with a chubby hand, as if searching for yours.

haeun’s first word after “mama” was “ba,” pointing at the waves; her second was “shell.”

she needs her “beach hat,” a battered sunhat with a bunny badge, before she’ll step onto the sand.

she’ll only eat her beach snack if it’s “cold”—demands watermelon and ice cream, even in winter.

her comfort move is sitting in your lap facing the sea, your arms wrapped around her while she names the colors in the sunset.

if she gets scared by a wave, she’ll shout, “mama! save me!” then hide her face in your shirt until she’s brave enough to try again.

she brings home “gifts” for everyone, sometimes including things you find in your shoes for days.

she’s happiest when you let her run wild, hair messy, feet bare, face sticky, with no end-of-day bath until every ounce of sunlight is spent.

her favorite game is making you “build big castle,” then stomping it down with pure joy.

every beach day ends with her falling asleep on your chest, sticky and warm, bunny squashed between you.

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NA JAEMIN AS YOUR BOYFRIEND

pairing : bf!jaemin x gf!reader genre : est relationship, pure fluff warnings : petnames, crying, kissing, and not proofread synopsis : headcannons that bf!jaemin would do wc : 1k a/n : anotha nct fic we cheer also yes this is another one for lizzie pookie bear i larb u. also i tagged some moots who i know r seasonies so sorry for any unwanted tags!

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texting you for no reason. jaemin loves telling you everything. whether it be miniscule or important, it didn’t matter because you would know. some days he would text you while you’re at work and tell you what he’s currently doing. sometimes it’s sweet things like “saw a flower and i thought of you” or sometimes it’s just the most random things like how many red cars he saw that day (it was 5). he always tells you and you reciprocate his excitement with each detail. each text rant always ends in him confessing his everlasting love for you like he always does and of course, you reciprocate it in the exact way he said it to you.

jaem: i miss you

jaem: my baby precious yn i always love you

jaem: can’t wait to have dinner with you tonight, are you excited

jaem: i’m making your favorite princess

jaem: where are you :((((

jaem: maybe you’re driving to the office :/

jaem: drive safe baby love you

you: i miss you more

you: i was driving :) but im now in the parking lot of the office

you: and of course i’m excited for dinner baby

you: my jaem i love you so much more than words can express

you: see you tonight <33

jaem: see you princess <3333

putting you first. there would be times where the two of you would be out and about with your group of friends. jaemin would be talking to them and enjoying his time but he looks towards you and you just aren’t feeling it anymore. right then and there jaemin would decide to leave and call it a night because you aren’t enjoying yourself. he always prioritizes you over himself and some problems come with that but most of the time you know he’s doing it out of the kindness of his heart. 

leaving traces of you around his apartment. the two of you don't share an apartment so sometimes you sleepover at jaemins apartment or hang out there. since you already spend so much time there, you leave behind things. it started out small like a hair tie or a jacket but then it started becoming your slippers or a set of your pajamas. once jaemin started to notice, he cleared out a drawer for you and set all your items in there. partially he did it so you didn’t rummage through his things to find your own but at the same time he did it because it felt that a piece of you was still there when you weren’t. because of this he started collecting your things in that drawer but would always display some trinkets or stuffed animals you left on his bed. he also developed a love for stuffed animals because you adored them so much so he began buying them to put on his bed so you would be more at home. his first priority is to always make you comfortable.

buying anything that reminds him of you. your bedside counter was filled with random trinkets jaemin bought for you simply because it looked like you. you weren’t sure how a peacock with a white scarf resembled you but jaemin did know. he saw you in every detail of his life so if something reminded him of you he would buy it without question and give it to you that very day. in your collection you had all sorts of things and sometimes it was a hassle to arrange them all while cleaning but you never complained because how could you complain to that sweet face. 

always having you in arms reach. when you and jaemin were in public with your other friends he always had you close to you, not for any possessive reason but because he always craved your touch. he always had to be touching you in anyway possible, whether that be your hand intertwined with his or his hand on your thigh or anything. he always wanted to be close to you because it grounded him, it wasn’t like you minded either. you loved how clingy he gets when you aren’t right next to him, it was cute. while having you in arms reach he draws circles on you, or writes his name on that spot over and over, engraving it in your soul. he loves seeing you try and ignore it but failing miserably.

kisses when you least expect it. most of the time jaemin always kissed your cheek before you left his apartment or left a date to go somewhere, but sometimes he would catch you off guard and kiss your lips. in these moments you felt jaemins tender love the most, his lips always touched yours with the utmost affection he could give. his hand would rest on your hip before he pulls back and smiles, saying goodbye. clearly he didn’t know what effect he had on you because the rest of the day you would lightly graze your lips, smiling at the thought of him. 

laughing along to your contagious laughter. something about your laugh does it for jaemin, it doesn’t matter if the joke you told wasn’t entirely funny but hearing your laughter is like a sweet melody, he starts to smile and laugh along with you. he loves these moments with you because he sees a sparkle in your eyes, making him smile so sweetly at you before he begins to laugh along. to jaemin anytime you smiled or laughed, it was the happiest moment. he adored hearing your cute laugh even after a lame jake.

your smallest achievements are his greatest achievements. it could be as simple as “i walked ten thousand steps today” and he’s throwing a party all for that. to jaemin any small feat of yours is a great accomplishment for him because he wants to celebrate you for as long as you let him. he always wants to be the person who make the biggest deal out of the smallest things because he knows how good you feel about yourself because of that. a simple “im so proud of you my princess” goes such a long way for you.

kissing away the tears. crying in front of jaemin was something that rarely happened because of what a great boyfriend he was. but sometimes life got hard for whatever reason and you need a good cry, in times like those jaemin kisses those tears off your face. he hates seeing you cry because a part of him breaks no matter what, it hurts him more than it does you but he’ll never say that. so instead he’ll sweetly hold your face, kissing those tears away softly. “it’ll be okay my baby, i promise” he tells you, trying to reassure you and it works like a charm everytime.

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Forbidden Fruit | Na Jaemin (18+)

Pairing: Brother's best friend Jaemin x fem! reader

Genre: sexual tension, angst, mind games, mutual pining, brother’s best friend, jaemin is also a tease, some more tension Warnings: smut (eventual), sexually explicit, unprotected sex, alcohol consumption, drunk sex, smoking, pet names (baby, darling), teasing Word Count: 2.1k words

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Jaemin was handsome. Jaemin was so bloody handsome that it drove you insane. But he was also Mark’s best friend, and as much as you wanted him, he was your brother’s best friend.

Jaemin was also standing right in front of you, leaning against the door frame, his right hand holding the top for support and his left holding his jacket. His black shirt was unbuttoned till his torso, and his pants were crinkled. His hair was messy and his sighs were heady.

He was drunk. You could smell it.

‘Mark isn’t home,’ you said, hoping he wouldn’t go away.

He looked at you from top to bottom, his eyes stopping at your skirt before looking up.

‘I know,’ he groaned. ‘Can I come in?’

‘Why?’ You blocked his way. It was too risky. Behind you, on the table was the bottle of wine you had downed a few minutes ago and the flush that was creeping its way up to your face was enough to tell you that he shouldn’t be here, not when you were tipsy and alone.

He scoffed, tilting his head to the side. ‘Are you sure you don’t want me to come in?’ he mocked, stepping over the threshold.

You had met Jaemin three years ago when Mark had brought his friends home. You knew all of them except him. He was new. He was different. He did not pat your head like you were a kid, nor did he ever treat you like one of the boys. But different isn’t necessarily good and in this case, it was almost torturous.

Those accidental rub of the shoulders, those unintentional graze of your hands, the stolen glances and the lingering gazes. It was nothing, you told yourself, repeating those words over and over in your head every time Jaemin would visit, till you could think of nothing but him.

‘I can go back, if you’d like.’ His voice came out hoarse.

Without a thought, you took a step back, allowing him inside, and the moment he closed the door behind him without your protests, he smirked, spotting the empty wine bottle on the table.

‘Having a party… alone?’

‘Is there something you want?’ you asked, keeping the tremble out of your voice as best you could.

‘Hm…’ He met your eyes.

‘What?’

But he chose to keep quiet.

Stumbling, he made his way to the table and sat himself down, letting his head lean back. ‘Water…’ he groaned, throwing his jacket on the side and unbuttoning the remaining buttons on his shirt.

This is bad. This is bad, you repeated in your mind, keeping your eyes away from his chest. Your hands were shivering and your face had grown hot. You could feel the heat rising inside you and was sure that you weren’t hiding it well.

‘Here.’ You offered him the glass of water and watched him gulp it down, slowly, the droplets dribbling down his bobbing throat to his chest, drenching his shirt where it still made contact with his skin.

‘Are you done gawking?’ he said, with his last gulp.

The question angered you. It was one thing to tease but you didn’t like the implication that you were the only one who was holding back. You had seen him watch too. Those lingering gazes weren’t one-sided.

‘I wasn’t,’ you said, defiantly.

‘Sure,’ he scoffed.

‘As if you have never.’

‘Never what?’

‘Gawked at me.’

He liked this. You could see it in his eyes. The little game that he had just set for the both of you and how you had become a player without ever consenting to it.

‘Maybe I have,’ he said, running his fingers through his dark hair that fell over his eyes and groaned, ‘Ah, but you’re his sister. I can’t. We can’t…’

‘Hey, you alright?’

Jaemin was barely holding on. The whisky he had had on his way over was finally taking hold. He shook his head and took out a cigarette from his pocket.

‘Mark won’t like it if you smoke here,’ you warned.

‘Mark won’t like a lot of things I have on my mind right now,’ he slurred and lit the cigarette between his lips. Taking painfully slow drags out of the stick, he blew out the smoke that smelled of whisky, letting the ash fall to the ground.

You waited, still. And when he was done, he let go of the cigarette butt and crushed it beneath his boot.

‘No,’ he answered your earlier question.

‘Hm?’

‘I don’t feel alright,’ he said.

‘Oh, do you want water?’ you asked, knowing already that this wasn’t what he was here for but you weren’t going to give him the satisfaction by folding first.

‘No,’ he replied, his eyes steady on you.

‘Want to lie down?’ you asked and he smirked hearing the hitch in your breath.

‘No,’ he whispered. He had to be patient. You were almost there.

‘What do you want then?’

‘Why don’t you guess?’

‘I am not going to play your games,’ you hissed.

‘Don’t act like you are not enjoying this.’

‘I don’t know what you mean.’

He waited, then sighed. ‘Can you rub my back for me?'

Your fingers twitched and your throat gulped dryly. It was obvious, so damn obvious and you hated how your body was reacting to his words.

‘Is there something wrong?’ Do you not trust yourself?’ he said, spreading his legs for you.

This was it. He had laid the perfect bait. Denying the challenge meant admitting to his accusation. Accepting it, meant torture.

Pressing your lips together, you took a step to him and without hesitation, ran your palm down his broad back.

There was no way you were going down without a fight.

You nudged forward between his legs as you slowly stroked his back. It was your turn to draw him out. There was no hurry, not anymore— you took your time, feeling every inch of his back under your fingers, making sure he knew who was in charge right now. Every brush, every stroke, every touch was intentional, pausing where his body reacted but lingering not more than a second. You were not going to give this to him so easily. The heat from your palms spread over his back like a drop of paint in water. He was leaning into it, sighing when he didn’t want to, groaning when he knew he shouldn’t. You pulled him, dragged him out with every rub, your own breath growing heavy seeing his gleaming eyes drooping, sensing his pulse quickening.

Fuck, what have you done.

His hands found your legs. ‘Hm…’ he mumbled against your stomach, pulling you in.

‘Jaemin,’ you breathed out as his palms found their way upwards. ‘We should stop.’

‘We should,’ he agreed with no intention of stopping.

‘This is wrong.’

‘It is.’

‘Stop it.’

‘You first.’

‘I can’t.’

‘Then don’t,’ he hissed and rose to his feet. This was enough.

He pushed you against the table, an arm holding your waist, the other bracing against the edge.

‘How much have you had to drink?’ he asked against your lips, his warm breath fanning over your face.

‘T-The bottle of wine,’ you whimpered.

‘Just that?’ His voice was desperate, his words strained.

‘Just that,’ you echoed and felt him tighten his grip around you.

‘Do you realize what I want to do?’ He pressed his forehead against you, his hands pulling the fabric of your top.

You nodded.

‘I am your brother’s best friend,’ he reminded you and waited.

‘You are my brother’s best friend,’ you replied, lip quivering against his.

‘Are you sure you want this?’ he asked.

You nodded again, your own desperation growing.

‘’No, say it. Do you want me to fuck you?’

‘I want it, Jaemin,’ you almost moaned out. ‘I want you to fuck me.’

He grinned against your jaw. ‘Aw, baby, look at you. You sound so pathetic, and I haven’t even started yet.’

This was when you realized how badly you had lost this round.

Shameless as it was, your gaze found his lips, and Jaemin didn’t waste a single second in useless chatter after that. He kissed you, hungry and full, his hand tangled in your hair. And oh, how you melted into him, letting him pull you closer to him.

It was just how you had imagined it countless times before— hot, messy, and desperate. He tasted of whisky and smelled of smoke. It was almost dizzying and you were sure that Jaemin was holding you up. But you inhaled him whole, not wanting to waste a single breath that didn’t pull you closer to him.

He sucked at your lips, nipped and bit when it wasn’t enough, his tongue hot in your mouth. It was almost pathetic how he bucked his hips against you, pressing his bulge, making you moan. He kissed your jaw, his lips trailing down to your neck where he marked you red.

‘Ugh, Jaemin,’ you moaned and he kissed your mouth again as if he had forgotten what it tasted like in the seconds that had passed. He had forgotten how to breathe, how to exist without you.

With a groan, he pulled back and for a moment you thought he was stopping. But when his eyes met yours, you both knew. This was it. But he had to be sure.

‘Baby…’ he whispered breathlessly.

‘Yes, fuck me,’ you cried out.

You couldn’t even make it to the bedroom. It was too far away and the walk was too long. Jaemin helped you up the table. Your hand knocked over the wine bottle and somewhere in the distance you heard it shattering to the floor, the remaining wine spilling out from between the shards behind you.

Unzipping his pants, he pulled your underwear down from beneath your skirt.

‘Oh, baby, you are so wet for me,’ he panted against your lips, biting it once again as his fingers worked between your folds. ‘Such a good girl.’

‘Stop teasing,’ you whined as he rubbed his length along your warmth. It was all too much, too agonizing to bear. ‘Please…’

He pushed his way in, slowly, swallowing your moans into his mouth. Your eyes rolled back into your head as your legs wrapped themselves around his waist.

‘Mhngh…’

He waited but only for a single torturous moment before pulling out and thrusting in again, harder this time.

‘Y-Yes,’ you breathed.

His pants pooled around his ankles, his shirt drooping off his shoulders, he fucked into you again and again, your bodies falling into a rhythm of their own. The sound of your skins slapping against each other echoed in the hollow, your sinful moans marking each thrust as he plunged deeper into you.

‘Do you like me this much, huh?’ He increased his pace as you clutched onto him. ‘Have you been dreaming about me, baby?’

You bit onto his shoulder, your nails digging into his sweaty back.

‘Did you picture this every time I came over?’ he teased, holding you by your jaw to make you look at him. ‘Huh, baby? Did you imagine me fucking you every time you touched yourself?’

‘Jaemin…’ You weren’t even listening anymore. His arm around you, his chest against yours, his mouth sucking on your neck and his dick thrusting inside you. You were full— full of him, overwhelmed by his scent, consumed by his body. You felt small in front of his desire, yet to him, you looked the prettiest when falling apart in his arms like that.

‘I know,’ he soothed you, still fucking you into the table. ‘I know, darling. God, I have dreamed about fucking you too. You have no idea how many wretched nights I have spent touching myself thinking about you.’

‘Hm, right there, y-yes, don’t stop…’

‘Oh, don’t worry, baby. I won’t stop till I make you come.’

You threw your head back, the knot inside you threatening to unravel. You screamed his name as you clenched around him, making him groan and bite your shoulder. But he held onto you as you squirmed in his arms from your release.

‘Yes, baby, so beautiful,’ he grunted, his eyes glazed over from watching you come undone like that. He was still thrusting inside you, his own rhythm becoming sloppier and with a final clench, he pulled out, spilling his white onto your thigh.

You stayed still, foreheads pressed, panting into each other’s mouths, your hands refusing to let go of the other. There was a distant knock, probably a doorbell— you couldn’t tell.

You looked up at him. He was already smiling, or was it a smirk. ‘Mark is going to kill you,’ you reminded him.

‘Small price to fuck you,’ he replied.

[astrasng]

Refined Secret || N.J

→ summary: you were engaged to jeno, nevertheless, his best man somehow twists your head in his direction.

→ pairing: manipulative!jaemin x fem!reader

→ wc: 3.3k

→ warning: smut || cheating, manupulation but just slightly!, reader is called dumb (by me lol) OJ fem receiving, nicknames, unprotected sex.

→ a/n: 'm so going crazy yall lol i love jeno btw he's my bias but it was logical to him being the best friend yk so i'm sorry if someone thinks it's shit like this but i promise it's WORTH IT. (i swear i’ll write something for him too to even it out)

and here’s part 2!

enjoy!♡

    You wish you could say this is not how you wanted your relationship to go with Jaemin. But no. All you wanted was that you have a good relationship with your husband’s best man,being the perfect fiancée that gets on well with everybody. Your husband-to-be prioritized his friends and family like no other, his friends incredibly important as he basically grew up with them. 

    He always found it adorable how hard you try to fit in with his group of friends, always welcoming them with open arms whenever he told you that his friends are coming over. He really did appreciate your hard work. 

    Jaemin loved his best friend, more than anything. But when he heard that he’s getting married to someone, he was the first who wanted to see the bride. Weird, right? Well, up until now he was simply jealous because there’s someone else in Jeno’s life now beside him. There will no longer be just Jaemin and Jeno, but Jeno and his fiancée. Of course, he was happy for him, but the minute his eyes landed on you he felt like he could turn the whole world upside down.

     Ever since that day, he spent sleepless nights in his cold bed alone, trying to get you out of his head. This little game in his head repeated over and over every night, and there were times when it worsened those days when he saw you. After months of knowing you, after stroking himself every night in his bed at the thought of you smiling or laughing so prettily at something Jaemin said nearly always made him finish in his boxers, he decided to make his move.

    You were loyal, never in your life thought about cheating on Jeno, your perfect fiancé. But sometimes you were too gullible, with the right words, your head was quickly turned in the wrong direction. But you thought, this should be fine, it’s his best friend! in a naive voice inside your head. Your eyes couldn't stay away from Jaemin either, whenever he came over he always flashed a leg shaking smile in your way, greeting you in a husky voice. He made your heart skip multiple beats whenever he sat down across from you at the table when he stayed over for dinner, or when the whole group was over for a get together. It felt like he always gave you more attention, his eyes never leaving yours when talking, nor when someone else talked. 

    It was infuriating seeing you being together with somebody else that is not him.

    In Jaemin’s eyes, he didn’t see the chemistry between you and Jeno. And this is why he decided to prove to you that it’s useless being together with his best friend. Even if it hurt him, he needed you at this point. Jaemin felt his body physically drawn to you, his body always close to yours in a room, not holding himself back when his arm brushed against yours, or when that one time he practically brushed his crotch against your backside. 

    “Excuse me, darling.” You heard a voice behind you, then felt two hands gripping your hips to smoothly push you aside so Jaemin could walk past behind you. His warm hands on you made you look up into his eyes,seeing him smirking down at you when your breath hitched at feeling something subtly hard against you. 

    Since then, you can’t not blush in his presence. 

    The subtle leg brush against your leg snaps your head in another direction, directly in Jaemin’s half lidded smirk as he pays attention to his friend, Haechan, talking about something he finds in this circumstance simply boring. His chin is propped up against his hand as he keeps his gaze away from you, his hair perfectly styled which makes you want to dishevel just to see him blissed out from the pressure you usually use to grip on his hair. 

    But you can’t.

    You told yourself multiple times since the last session you had with him. When Jaemin approached you for the first time, it was sudden but not unexpected. Both of you could feel the weird attraction between the two of you, the ache in your bodies spoke louder than any words. And later, your acts too. But you told Jaemin that it can’t happen again. 

    The thing is with him, he is determined. He wants you, he needs you, so he has to have you now. And you knew this perfectly, when you heard Jeno coming in the bedroom after a long day of work just to tell you that he’s throwing a get-together again the next day.

    You know it perfectly, just as you stare at his annoyingly handsome face not looking at you. But here you are again, hungry for his attention. 

    “Jaemin, can you bring in the beer from the garage?” Your fiancé, Jeno, suddenly speaks up as he momentarily turns away from his conversation with Renjun. You snap your head in his way now, seeing him pointing at the garage door. Jaemin finally tears his eyes away from Haechan and looks at Jeno like everything is alright, immediately nodding at his request. As he stands up, he suddenly stops and walks back to him, bending down slightly to whisper something in his ear. 

    As you scan Jeno’s expression, he nods and gives him a pat on his shoulder. It makes you furrow your eyebrows together, quickly looking away from the scene and continue drinking your mocktail of the evening. But it doesn’t go in your way, it would be too easy.

    “Baby, can you go with Jaemin? He doesn’t know where we usually keep the drinks.” 

    At your pet name, you freeze on the spot, the liquid in your mouth almost making you choke as you look up at Jeno again. He sweetly smiles at you, his attention halfly already back in the conversation going on on his side, trusting you that you can show him the way. Your stomach flips as you notice Jaemin smirking behind him, his hands still gripping the chair behind Jeno as he’s looking at you. His gaze roots inside you the longer he stills it on you, amused by your visibly frightened reaction at your fiancé’s request. But who are you to say no to him? This is exactly why Jaemin pretended to be dumb and nicely ask for some assistance from you, knowing that Jeno is too deep into something with Renjun. 

    “Please? I’m really into something here, baby.” Jeno pleads one last time as you nod your head and hesitantly stand up, seeing Jeno sending you a smile for helping his dear friend out. 

    When you stand up and walk around the table to get your way towards the door, you see Jaemin finally pushing himself away from the chair and following you swiftly, catching up behind you so close that you can practically hear his heartbeat. Your steps are calculated, your heart beating against your ribcage as you near the garage door, soon opening it with force so you can get over this quickly. As you open the door, the sudden cold and stale smell hits your nose while trying to find the switch to the lamp with your hands, the pitch black making you feel even more uneasy.

    “Don’t worry, I got it.” Says Jaemin behind you, his hands immediately finding the switch in one swift motion, his body standing next to you radiating warmth in the room. As you slowly look up at him he sends you another smile, his hand now sliding down from the switch to catch your hand still on the wall. “Can you show me where the drinks are, princess?” He says lowly, biting down on his bottom lip as he can feel you shaking with nervousness, his hand catching your cold ones. “You’re so cold, baby. Do you want me to-” 

    “It’s over there, behind the shelves.” You cut him off as you push yourself away from him softly, now standing a few steps ahead of him. The door behind him is tightly shut, the light in the room flickering slightly as Jaemin’s body is still leaned against the wall. He looks like a dark fantasy in the shadows, his body alone making you dizzy as he’s just looking at you with dark eyes. Your rejection makes him let out a chuckle and step further away from the door, walking closer to you once again, but before you can blink, he’s walking toward the shelf you pointed to, his broad shoulder disappearing for a second. 

    As you’re left alone, you can let out the breath you holded in for so long, the air hitting your lungs immediately as you slowly step backwards towards the cold wall, your head already clearing out as the minutes passes. 

    “Uhm, they are not here, princess.” 

    Jaemin’s hesitating voice suddenly rings from behind the shelf, making you open your eyes and go around to find him looking down at the empty mini fridge in the corner. You furrow your eyebrows, stepping closer to examine the place but your eyes can’t find the searched drinks. “Hm, this is weird. We put it here when we arrived.” You vividly remember coming in the garage with Jeno to put away the drinks bought for tonight, the cold air still remaining in your memories too. 

    You look around once more, picking yourself up from the squatting position to stand next to Jaemin. “Well, I guess you’re not getting beer tonight.” You say as you stand up,but then you notice Jaemin’s body turned fully in your direction, his eyes boring into yours with desire. There’s that stupid smirk pitched on his mouth and your entire world is moulded around him again. You feel your heart pick up as he steps closer to you again, his head slightly tilted to the side. 

    “Jaemin..maybe we should go back to the others-”

    “You want this.” He breathes, his eyes never leaving yours as you weakly look up into his. He visibly can see the denial on your face, eyebrows slightly furrowed together. “You get wet just thinking about this little game we’re playing behind your fiancé….you get wet just thinking about me,aren’t you, baby?”

    His sentence only proves to you how goddam stupid you are.

    You can hardly look into his eyes as the pictures of you stretched open and sore from the amount of times he has fucked you in different places flashbacks in your mind.It always takes you back when he praised you without hesitation the whole time he fucked into your pussy, until you were trembling and pleading for more. It was weeks ago since you last did it with him, your ache only can be soothed by him. You needed him and he knew it better than anyone.

    “You don’t get it, do you?” He says finally, his eyes still looking down at your plump lips, his hand sneaking around your waist to grab, his body now fully pushing you against the wall. You struggle to breath, your chest touching his as you try to get air in your lungs again, thinking about how wrong this is. But it never happens, because Jaemin brings one finger up to caress your exposed neck. “You gave me a taste, baby. Don’t expect me to let go now.” He draws circles on your skin, his warm breath hitting your ear as his lips ghost above your shell.   

 “I see the way you look at me,you want me just as much as I want you.” He whispers, his words making you squeeze your eyes together like all this can disappear like it's magic. As you take another breath your breasts push against him again, making him groan out in agony, his hand on your hips pulling you even closer until you feel his hardened member pressing against you. Upon that, you can’t help but whimper, your shaky hands landing on his strong forearms.

    “I’m not a temporary desire, baby.” 

    With that, Jaemin pulls you by the neck and kisses you, hungrily, and deeply. His tongue easily slides inside your warm mouth,teeths claddering together as saliva spills from the corner of your mouth. He pushes his body closer to you, his hips stuttering as he feels the friction between you finally reaching him, rubbing his clothed cock against you repeatedly. 

    “Jaemin, we shouldn’t-” You pull away from his chasing mouth, the air between you already hot enough to warm up the whole room alone. Letting your plea go past his ears, he continues to kiss your exposed neck, the delicate skin feeling delicious as he can feel the vibration against his lips caused by the moan you let out. There’s a wet spot soaking through your underwear by the time Jaemin finally takes his hand and slowly slides it under your dress. He groans when he feels the slickness soaking his fingers already, his head nuzzling more in the crook of your neck. “Fuck, sweetheart. You were this wet while sitting across from me? Dirty girl.” He pants into your ear as his hips can’t stop chasing the friction to ease the pain in his painfully tight boxers. 

    “Want me to fuck you tonight too, hmm?” Jaemin swipes his fingers against your puffy clit, making you buck against his hands for more. “Want me to fuck you in here while your husband is outside, not caring where we are?” 

    You gasp into the thin air as you feel him push two fingers in your seeping hole, your back arching off the wall, one hand landing in his black hair to grab on, other grabbing onto his wide shoulders. Jaemin groans against your skin at your touch, his lips finding yours again to quiet your moans. His other hand lets go of your grinding hips, sliding all the way down to his pants to quickly unbuckle his belt, dropping it to the floor with a heavy sound. His fingers move in out of you, involuntarily rooting in your wet, hot, fleshy core with a loud click of your moisture as he takes his already leaking cock out, slapping against your exposed thighs. 

    He continues to plunge  his fingers in and out of you, his eyes scanning your already fucked out expression as he sees a string of saliva rolling down the side of your mouth. “That’s it baby, let me stretch you out.” He groans as he looks down at where his hand disappears, lifting the sundress to expose your wet cunt to the cold air, making him moan at the sight as your knees shake with anticipation. 

    “P-please….Jaem, just f-fuck me already..” You whimper out, your grip on him tightening as you reach your climax soon. You pull him in by his hair and kiss him hard, your tongue swiping over his bottom lip as you moan against his mouth, his body close to yours again. Jaemin moans into your mouth before taking his fingers out, making you immediately whine out at the empty feeling but then he swiftly grabs his cock and strokes it a few times before pushing his tip against your clit. The feeling makes you moan again, clenching around nothing but air as you can’t wait to welcome him inside your warm walls. “Fuck, you’re so fucking wet, princess.” He groans as he feels the slickness practically dripping down on his cock, his hands spreading your arousal around his shaft. 

    You can feel him lining himself up against your tight hole, pressing just enough to get you whimper out more pleas and whines. 

    “Say it.” He demands, his eyes hard on you again.

    He sinks the first few inches inside your warm, tight walls, his dark eyes awake and boring into your trembling body.

    “I hate this.” You whimper, your knees almost giving out as Jaemin hits that spot with simply a few inches.“I hate you.” You lie again, your mind clouded with his sex and voice as you throb around his tip. His chuckle makes you arch your back against the cold wall.

    “Say it again while you’re cumming, princess.Want to see you make a mess of yourself.” 

    Thrusting forwards he stuffs his entire lengths inside you with one, rough stroke as you both moan out loud in the echoing garage. 

   “Ah–fuck! Jaemin-” 

    “That’s it,scream my name just like that.” He says, shoving one of your knees up higher his hips as he pulls entirely out, and then slams into your tight hole once again. “I’m gonna stuff this pussy full with my cum baby, and when Jeno fucks you later tonight he can see I already satisfied you.” He grabs your leg tighter, his other hand finding your clit to draw fast and hard circles around it,making you moan out again. 

    “He can’t fuck you like I do, sweetheart. Nobody can.” Jaemin murmurs against your skin as leaves red, purple splotches on your neck and collarbones, his hips thrusting you harder against the wall as his tip hits your cervix. “You always come back. You always say this is wrong, but here you are again, stuffed with my cock with tears in your eyes, right baby?” 

    “J-Jaemin…mhpfm…please..” You try with a trembling voice, your nails leaving crescent moons on his skin, your other hand grabbing onto his har so hard you fear there will be strings in your palm. 

    “Yeah.” Jaemin smirks. “Keep saying my name when you go to bed with him. Come for me. Come on my cock.” 

    At Jaemin’s voice, however much you try to hold it in, you come around his throbbing cock so much, that you almost feel lightheaded as you nuzzle your face into his neck. Your walls spasm around his thick member, your arousal spilling out around him onto the floor as Jaemin keeps grinding into your core to reach his own high. With a slightly open mouth, he pants against your ear as he feels the way you still wrap around him, your cum around him almost making him lose his head at the slippery and delicious feeling. But with one final thrust, you can feel him shooting ropes of white cum inside your flushed walls as he finishes his thrusts, his hips slowing down as the minutes pass. 

    You can’t help but wince when he pulls his cock out and the air hits your sensitive area again, feeling his finger already collecting the spilling out mixed arousals from your cunt, stuffing it all back with two fingers, making you moan again. 

    “Think you can sit like this all night?” He finally looks up into your eyes again, his smirk already in the corner of his mouth as he lets your leg fall from his hips.

    At his question, you push his shoulder and fix your dress slightly. With a defeated expression, you look around the garage again. “What should we tell the others? The drinks disappeared, why did we take so long?” You look at Jaemin again, seeing him squatting down next to the fridge just to see him taking a whole tray of beers from behind the fridge. “Are you kidding me?” You gasp and push his shoulders again as he laughs at your expression.

     Jeno’s head snaps in the garage’s way as soon as he hears it slam in once again, seeing the two of you walk out of there with flushed faces. 

    “Hey, did yall find the drinks?” He asks, his eyes glued on the two of you.

    “Yeah man, but you gotta change the light in there. It was really creepy.” Jaemin pulls his chair out and calmly sits down, still trying to catch his breath as he takes a slow look at you.     

  “We almost didn’t find the beer.” He says with a small smirk, his head tilted to the side as you groan inside from his annoying acts.

important!: this is pure fiction, the act in this story is by my imagination and not based off true events. please do not copy the work.

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[darlingyus]

distraction ݁݁✦ ⌇ na jaemin

GENRE: high school au (they both attend a prestigious school), enemies to lovers (if you squint), badboy!jaemin x overarchiver!reader WARNINGS: kissing/making out, very heavy tension, suggestive themes, jaemin being a shamless flirt as usual, mentions of academic pressures. WORD COUNT: 610

You knew the second you were awarded a full-ride scholarship to South Korea’s most prestigious high school that nothing about this chapter of your life would be easy.

You were prepared for the long nights, the rigorous expectations, the subtle stares from students whose tuition was paid in full by generational wealth and who wore designer clothing from head to toe. You were ready to be ten steps ahead—always—just to be seen as their equal.

What you weren’t prepared for was Na Jaemin.

Na Jaemin, with his lazy smirk and sharp tongue. Na Jaemin, who always strolled into class five minutes late (or, more often than not, didn’t show up at all), looking like he owned the world and couldn’t care less if he failed it. The same Na Jaemin who managed to worm his way under your skin and stay there—smug, infuriating, and entirely too pretty for your peace of mind.

You almost considered yourself lucky for successfully avoiding him.

Until now.

“If you’re not going to listen, then what’s the point of me tutoring you?”

“I am listening,” Jaemin replies, his tone coquettish and unbothered as he leans back in his chair. The sharp lines of his face catch in the silver-diffused moonlight spilling through the classroom windows. For a moment, you’re distracted—his piercings shimmer in the light, his lips twitch with amusement, and you almost forget why you’re here.

Almost.

“I am listening,” he repeats, grin widening. “You’re just too pretty and distracting for me to focus.”

You close your eyes, desperate to summon an ounce of patience. You seriously begin questioning whether the extra credit is worth it—worth him. Because this is Jaemin, the same Jaemin who doesn’t care if he fails every subject as long as he gets to watch you struggle to keep your cool. He knows someone like you—an overachiever with something to prove—won’t pass up the extra credit, even if it means being tethered to him for two hours after school.

"Seriously, do you even know how to use your mouth for anything other than to talk back to me?" you burst, growing visibly frustrated by his antics. You stare at each other for a while, the air becoming tense and thick. It isn't until Jaemin's lips twist into a full-blown smirk that you realise that there could be a different interpretation behind your words, but unfortunately for you - it's too late.

"What else would I use it for?" Jaemin murmurs, his dark eyes dancing back and forth between your features like he is memorising every single detail, trying to imprint this flustered image of you on the back of his eyelids.

"To do this?" he questions, his tone now husky and low as he lets his lips brush against the side of your neck, slowly dragging it upwards towards your jaw.

"Or this?" His lips are now on the line of your jaw as he increases the frequency of the wet kisses he peppers across your skin, the warmth of his mouth a stark contrast against the coldness of the night. You close your eyes as a reflex, the action making Jaemin smile against your skin, knowing he has you wrapped around his finger.

“You’re not gonna tell me to stop?” he whispers, lips now barely ghosting over yours.

You don’t say a word. Just tug him forward by the drawstrings of his hoodie, closing the space between you.

And that’s when he laughs softly against your lips. A warm, wicked sound that curls right into your chest.

“Well,” he murmurs, voice low and hoarse, “if you’re going to kiss me like that… I’m not sure two hours will be enough.”

[cbeargyu]

hihi, idk if ur reqs r open but! could u write “showing my bf im pregnant” with jaemin please? 🥹

baby on board

summary: you’ve been feeling off lately—moody, sleepy, weird cravings—but it’s not until babies start staring and onesies catch your eye that you realize something’s up. you try to tell jaemin, but the universe is dead set on interrupting you. turns out, your boyfriend is about to be the softest, most dramatic dad ever.

pairing: na jaemin x fem!reader

genre: fluff, established relationship, pregnancy au, light comedy, slice of life.

warnings: none, just soft chaos and baby fever

wc: 1,3K

notes: hope you like this anon!! i wrote it kinda fast but poured all my love into it 🥹 i’m such a sucker for parents au and jaemin as a soft, dramatic dad-to-be makes my heart melt. enjoy 💌

remember that requests are OPEN so come drop your deepest desires and i’ll make them come true 👅

you met jaemin in the middle of a rainy tuesday. it was one of those days when the universe feels a little out of sync, like everyone is moving too fast and you’re stuck in slow motion.

you had rushed into the small café on the corner of your street, trying to escape the sudden downpour, half-soaked and completely annoyed at the world. the place was warm and smelled like cinnamon and espresso. you ordered a hot drink, mumbled a thank you, and turned—only to bump into someone holding a stack of books and a muffin in his mouth.

that someone was jaemin.

the muffin fell. the books almost followed.

“shit, i’m so sorry—” you gasped, reaching to steady him.

he caught the books, looked at you, and smiled like nothing in the world could bother him. “it’s okay. i’ve dropped worse things. like myself. down stairs.”

you blinked. then laughed, unexpectedly.

“i’m jaemin,” he added, sticking out his hand.

you shook it. “y/n.”

he bought you another muffin the next day. and then one the day after that. a week later, he asked if you wanted to sit with him. two weeks in, you were watching stupid movies on his couch. by the third month, you were kissing him under fairy lights at his rooftop and wondering how the hell someone could feel like home so fast.

fast forward four years, and he still felt like home.

only now, things were a little... weird.

it started small. like, blink-and-you-miss-it small.

a baby stared at you on the bus. not in a passing glance kind of way—full eye contact, no blinking, pacifier dangling from their lips like they knew something. they just… stared. and when you smiled politely, the baby smiled back and waved.

“you good?” jaemin asked beside you, scrolling on his phone.

“that baby’s been staring at me for ten minutes,” you whispered.

he leaned forward, looked, and waved back. “maybe they think you’re pretty. babies have taste.”

you snorted. “weirdly specific taste.”

“or maybe they think you look like their mom,” he shrugged.

you blinked. “that’s oddly foreshadowy.”

“what?”

“nothing.”

a few days later, you were walking past a baby boutique on the way to get coffee. you’ve passed that shop a hundred times. never once stopped. and yet—this time—you did. you stood outside the window staring at a tiny onesie that said “hi, i’m new here!”

your heart fluttered.

“y/n?” jaemin called from up the block. “you good?”

you startled. “uh, yeah!”

you ran to catch up with him, mentally shaking off the weird softness blooming in your chest.

then came the dreams. weird ones.

you dreamt of holding a baby. always the same one. soft cheeks, sleepy eyes, giggling when you tickled their belly. in the dream, you weren’t panicking. you were calm. happy. at peace.

jaemin was there too—smiling so softly it made your chest ache.

you never mentioned them, because... why would you?

until one day, jaemin walked into the apartment holding a bag of takeout and said:

“i passed a baby crawling in the park today and thought of you.”

you blinked. “...why?”

“i dunno. you’re both soft and cute and have the same confused face.”

“jaemin.”

“i’m just saying! if you wore a tiny hat and had chubby cheeks—”

you threw a pillow at him.

you should’ve figured it out when you cried over a cereal commercial. it was a dad surprising his daughter with pancakes. you were full-on sniffling.

jaemin found you and immediately panicked. “who hurt you?”

“they were just... pancakes,” you whispered.

he looked concerned. and then distracted. “okay but wait—do you want pancakes? i can make you pancakes.”

and still, it didn’t click.

until one morning, your body said “surprise” and you ran straight to the bathroom, nauseous and lightheaded. jaemin was still asleep, drooling slightly on his pillow like a useless angel.

you groaned. “not the flu, please. i have plans.”

except… you didn’t get better. and your period? suspiciously absent.

you sat on the edge of the bed two hours later, holding the test in your hand, staring at the tiny pink lines that basically screamed “congrats, mom.”

“…oh.”

cue emotional spiraling.

attempt #1: destiny.

you’d been feeling weird for days—nausea in the morning, sudden naps in the afternoon, and emotions all over the place. jaemin noticed immediately. but instead of connecting the dots, he assumed the worst.

“are you avoiding me?” he asked one evening, arms crossed as he stood in the doorway of the kitchen.

you looked up from your glass of ginger tea, annoyed and already tired. “what?”

“you barely texted me all day, and you said no to movie night yesterday.”

you opened your mouth to respond but your phone rang. your mom.

you declined.

“who was it?” jaemin asked, immediately suspicious.

“my mom!”

“why’s she calling at dinner time?”

“i don’t know, maybe she felt my emotional crisis from another city!”

he blinked. “that was very specific. are you mad at me?”

“oh my god.”

jaemin was still staring. “so?”

“i’m not avoiding you, jaemin.”

“then why won’t you just tell me what’s going on?”

“because every time i try to talk, something happens!”

right on cue, the dog barked like crazy from the other room, having knocked over something. you flinched, eyes closing in frustration. jaemin blinked.

“okay, that’s actually weird timing,” he mumbled.

you stormed past him, muttering, “i give up,” and headed straight to the bedroom.

attempt #2: mark.

you made him tea, sat him down, lit a candle (for vibes), and were this close to saying the words when—

“BABE!” mark’s voice screamed from the phone. “I GOT THE JOB!”

“oh my god!!” jaemin yelled back. “DUDE!!!”

you blinked at your tea.

they screamed for five more minutes. by the time he hung up, you’d finished your tea and your courage.

“next time,” you muttered.

attempt #3: ruined by a flying bug.

“listen, i need to tell you some—”

“IS THAT A WASP?!”

“—oh my god.”

you both ran in opposite directions. it was a whole ordeal. by the time it was gone, you were sweating, annoyed, and incredibly done.

then, the surrender.

so you stopped trying.

and then you cried in the shower for no reason.

jaemin noticed. of course he did.

“okay,” he said that night, hands on his hips. “either you’re avoiding me, or you’re possessed.”

you sighed, curled up in bed. “i’m not possessed.”

“then what is it? are you... breaking up with me?”

you sat up, scandalized. “WHAT?!”

“you’ve been so weird, y/n!”

“YOU THINK I’D DUMP YOU IN THE MIDDLE OF THROWING UP?!”

“...i mean, it’d be dramatic. on brand.”

you stared at him. then got up, walked to the drawer, pulled out the test, and slapped it into his palm.

he blinked.

looked down.

blinked again.

"...this is fake, right?"

you just stared.

“wait. wait. are you serious?”

you nodded.

his mouth opened. closed. opened again. “like. pregnant. pregnant?”

you nodded again.

he looked at you.

looked at the test.

then burst into the softest, most chaotic laugh you’d ever heard. he hugged you so tight you couldn’t breathe, peppered kisses all over your face, and then said:

“i KNEW the baby at the bus was a sign.”

“you WHAT?”

“it waved at you! babies don’t just wave at strangers!”

“that means nothing!”

“IT MEANS EVERYTHING!!”

you laughed so hard you cried.

he leaned in, kissed your stomach, and whispered, “hi, tiny muffin. i can’t wait to meet you.”

you blinked. “muffin?”

“temporary nickname. subject to change.”

“please god, let it change.”

he kissed you so softly it made your chest ache. then he rested his forehead against yours. “okay. new plan. we go through this together. you rest. i panic silently in the background. then we name it something cute. deal?”

“deal.”

he smiled.

then paused. “…what if it’s twins?”

you smacked his arm. “don’t you dare.”

he laughed again, pulling you down with him, tangled in the blankets and each other.

and for the first time in a week, you felt peace settle into your bones—like maybe, just maybe, everything was going to be okay.

two hours later.

“what about naming them after me?”

“absolutely not.”

“what about us? like a name mashup? jae-...., min-....”

“you’re banned from name ideas.”

“muffin it is.”

divider by: @uzmacchiato