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by the window | na jaemin [M]

summary ⇾ after witnessing a particularly erotic scene of a couple from the apartment across from yours, you find yourself unable to erase the thoughts of being taken the same way that woman did by your own boyfriend—against the window, bare for everyone on the street below to see

PAIRING // na jaemin x fem!reader

GENRE // fluff, mostly explicit smut, unrealistic portrayal of idol!au tbh

WARNING // 18+, explicit sexual content, unprotected sex, vaginal sex, oral (m&f receiving), breeding kink, degradation, choking, fingering, dirty talk, hair pulling, exhibitionism, voyeurism, multiple orgasms (f), creampie, spanking and a lot more i can't possibly list, basically pwp, absolutely filthy, overuse of the petnames princess & baby lol

WORD COUNT // 10.1k

AUTHOR'S NOTE // i haven't written smut in like a year so just bear with me here. also, don't let the word count fool you, this is mostly explicit content with no plot or characterisation whatsoever lmao. i also want to apologise for how long this is, i got carried away while writing. this is my first work on this blog so pls drop a like or reblog, thank you, enjoy <3

It's the middle of February. The sun had just disappeared below the horizon, leaving you to stare out your apartment window to look at the darkness that had befallen the city. Although the sun is no longer visible, the city is still buzzing with life, and the streets are flooded with pedestrians. It's apparent by the way some of them walk that they have grown weary of the long day they just had and want nothing more than to return home and rest.

You'd like to think that Jaemin is amongst the swarm of people speedily walking, but you know his job rarely ever allows him to come back home at the same time most people usually finish their work. When you had first started dating him, you occasionally wondered to yourself whether you would've been better off with somebody with a more ordinary job instead, but your love for Jaemin far outweighed those troubling thoughts.

As you retreat to your bedroom, you pause at the doorway to stare at your king-sized bed. From where you stand, the bed looks oddly large without Jaemin occupying the space. His presence alone can make your apartment feel so warm and homely.

As you shrug off your robe to reveal the nightgown you're wearing underneath, your eyes move to the glass window across from the bed, catching subtle movements from one of the windows in the apartment building opposite yours. You peek through the sheer curtain to get a better look and gasp aloud when you finally comprehend the situation.

A naked woman pressed against a window, her breasts bare for everyone walking out on the streets below to see. If anyone looks up, they would be able to see the man driving into the woman's sex from behind, his mouth caressing her ear as he whispers to her what you would assume are either praises or degradations.

The sight, although somewhat alarming, sends a bolt of heat right down to your core, and you find yourself gripping onto the window curtain just a little tighter. You were never one into exhibitionism, but the thought of being in the woman's place with Jaemin thrusting into you from behind was... exhilarating to say the least.

You know you should turn away. You feel shameful for invading someone's privacy like that, but your curiosity surpasses the guilt bubbling inside of you, and you find yourself watching for a little longer, unable to wrench your gaze away from the couple even if you wanted to.

Your eyes widen when one of the man's hands shifts from the woman's waist up to her breast before finally settling around her neck, squeezing. The woman gasps, her legs squeezing tighter at the sudden lack of air. Tears are cascading down her face, evident by the lines of mascara staining her cheeks.

The warmth between your legs feels even more fervent as time passes, accompanied by the peculiar sensation of the dampness that is slowly accumulating in your underwear. God, how long has it been since Jaemin fucked you that way? When was the last time he had his way with you like that? It felt like so long ago, especially since you haven't seen him much due to his group's comeback and hectic schedule.

You can almost imagine the sound of the man's hips slamming furiously against the woman's, can almost hear the desperate noises that slips past her swollen lips as she chases her high. She's almost there, judging by her shaking thighs and curled toes. One little push is all she needs to come tumbling down.

Absorbed in the lewd scene unfolding in front of you, you almost miss the sound of the front door shutting close. Footsteps can be heard as the person makes their way across the living room. Despite that, your eyes stay glued on the couple, wanting nothing more than to watch them finish together.

The man's hand has now travelled between her thighs, rubbing fervently on the bundle of nerves between her legs. Her breath fogs up the glass as she screams, overwhelmed by the sudden stimulation from his fingers. Just a little more, just a little longer.

The bedroom door creaks open behind you, and you turn to find Jaemin standing in the doorway, staring curiously at you. Your boyfriend greets you with a tired smile as he walks in, clad in his beloved mint hoodie and grey sweatpants with a backpack slung over his right shoulder.

He finds it unusual that instead of greeting him, you rush over to cover the sheer curtains with the silk curtains that allow you to have complete privacy from the outside world, or in this case, let the people outside have privacy over your wandering eyes. He notes the way you stand with your back facing him for a couple of seconds before finally swivelling around on your heels to smile at him.

As you approach him, Jaemin also notes the rapid rise and fall of your chest and the rosy flush of your cheeks. To put it simply, it looks as if you had just been thoroughly fucked, and the thought of you touching yourself while he was gone sent blood rushing down to his crotch.

"Hey, you're home earlier than usual." You peck his lips, grabbing his bag from his shoulder to set it down on the chair. "You cleaned up at the company?" you ask as you comb your fingers through his damp, dark hair.

Jaemin responds with a nod before sitting down on the edge of the bed, still watching you inquisitively. You can't help but let your eyes rake over his delectable figure. Your insides are still boiling from the passionate incident you just witnessed, and the heady scent of your lover isn't helping at all.

"What were you doing before I got home?" he questions. There is no malice or mistrust in his voice, but the teasing edge in his tone has you worried that he might've seen what you had seen, and he is now testing you.

Afraid your face would betray you, you walk to your vanity table in hopes of being able to speak while keeping your face concealed from him. Jaemin is awfully attentive, and he knows you like the back of his hand, so it would take a miracle for you to be able to go through without raising any alarm.

"Well, I took a bubble bath and then had the leftover Chinese for dinner, then I washed the dishes and watched TV," you recount, managing to leave out what you had seen just before he came home. The image of the couple flashes briefly in your mind, and you inhale sharply to suppress the inappropriate thought.

You hear shuffling behind you and look up at the mirror, only to see Jaemin taking off his hoodie, revealing the white shirt he is wearing underneath that does nothing to hide the outline of his lean torso and broad shoulders. You briskly look away, willing your raging hormones to calm down.

"I had such a long day," Jaemin speaks, yawning. You hear him stand, making his way to you. "Can't remember the last time I was home this early." Slipping his arms around your waist from behind, he pulls you flush against his front.

You swallow when you feel his lips brush against your earlobe, his hot breath fanning across your cheekbone. You catch his eyes through the mirror, blinking when he flashes you an innocent smile. He kisses your temple once before pulling away, leaving you feeling dizzy at the fleeting contact.

"W-what are you doing?" you stutter out when he suddenly parts the curtains, peering outside of the window. You watch in horror as he continues to stare outside, anxious at the thought that the couple from before might still be there.

"I was hoping we could go out for a walk or something, but I'm just so tired."

To your astonishment, Jaemin lets go of the curtain and nonchalantly walks to his bag to take out his phone. You keep your eyes trained on his back as you ponder about whether he saw the couple at all. Jaemin proceeds to go to his side of the bed before plopping down with his phone in hand. He releases a sigh as he closes his eyes.

Gingerly walking to the bed, you lie down beside him, mind still feeling like a jumbled mess. You almost flinch when Jaemin suddenly turns to his side to sling an arm around your middle. "It's okay, Nana, we can go some other time. We have all the time in the world," you mumble, gulping when you realise his close proximity.

His eyes flutter open, making your breath hitch in your throat at how dark and beautiful they are. He has an expression on his face that you have seldom seen before. You can't help but glance down at his plump lips, noticing he is smiling, obviously quite amused at something.

"Why are you smiling like that?"

He shrugs as he let his hands roam down to your thigh, squeezing the flesh there momentarily before maintaining its previous position on the curve of your waist. Everything about him is slowly driving you crazy, you're sure of it. From the subtle scent of his citrus body mist to the way his black hair frames his delicate face, everything feels so surreal when it comes to Jaemin.

"Go to sleep now," you urge him as you brush his cheek with your thumb. "I'll be here when you wake up." With that, you twist your body to turn off the night light on the bedside table.

"Night, baby," he murmurs drowsily.

Minutes pass as you both lie motionless in the dark. Jaemin's breathing has evened out on your back, indicating that he has fallen asleep. You, on the other hand, find it a challenge to sleep after what you saw. Your body is yearning for your lover's touch, but you know better than to wake him up after a long day of work. It would be selfish to disturb him during his resting time.

Clenching your thighs together, you hope to at least find some relief from the pressure, but it seems as though the only way to alleviate your neediness would be to reach release. However, that doesn't seem very likely, considering you sincerely don't want to wake Jaemin from his slumber with your movements and sounds.

A few more minutes pass with you debating internally about your next course of action. With a frustrated sigh, you let your hand drift down between your legs, freezing when you feel Jaemin's arm tighten around your waist. You crane your head to look behind you, relieved to see that Jaemin is still peacefully sleeping.

Lifting one of your knees slightly, you let your hand cup your mound through your underwear. You need more, though, so you push your underwear to the side to let your cool fingers come in contact with your bare heat. You sigh when you begin to rub at your slick folds, feeling instant relief from the much-needed friction.

It isn't long after that you begin to gasp quietly every few seconds, unable to attempt to hide the pleasure coursing through your body. Biting your lip, you press two fingers inside, eyes scrunching shut at the sudden fullness. Slowly as to not make too much movement, you pump your digits in and out. It feels so good, but it's nothing compared to what Jaemin can make you feel with his fingers.

Your legs begin to shake at the impending orgasm. You can hear your heartbeat in your ears, beating fast and loud as you chase your release. It's so close, yet so far away somehow. You need something—just a little push. God, you're so so close.

"Baby," Jaemin's raspy voice is the first thing you hear before the night light on his side of the bed is turned on.

You screech, mortified at the fact that he had caught you touching yourself. Before you can pull your digits out, though, Jaemin grabs your wrist, preventing you from moving it at all. "J-Jaemin," you whisper, face flushing. "I'm sorry, I couldn't help it—"

He interrupts you mid-sentence with a click of his tongue. Shuffling closer, he presses a kiss to the spot on your neck that never fails to pull a whine out of you. "You were just getting there, weren't you? Why don't you continue for me, hm? I want to watch."

"I didn't mean to wake you up—"

"You can make it up to me by continuing. Please?"

"You w-want to watch me touch myself?"

He replies with a hum, nuzzling his nose against the crook of your neck, occasionally licking at the skin there.

Gulping hard, you resume your movement from before, now with the gentle guide of Jaemin's hand around your wrist. You press your mouth against the pillow, trying to muffle the sounds slipping past your lips.

Letting go of your wrist, he pushes you onto your back, forcing you to face the ceiling. "I want to hear you, baby, don't hold it in. Let it out for me."

You manage to pry your eyes open just slightly, wanting to look at Jaemin's face as you touch yourself. When your eyes connect with his, your legs clench shut as you moan. "Jaemin," you breathlessly speak.

He smiles knowingly. "I'm right here, keep going," he whispers, pulling at one of your knees, urging your legs to stay spread apart.

You feel Jaemin push your nightgown up until it bunches around just underneath your breasts. His hand slips underneath the flimsy fabric, his fingers making contact with your nipple.

He pinches once, watching in amusement as your back arches at the pleasurable pain. "Curl your fingers like how I usually do it," he instructs, eyes locked on the frantic motion of the hand between your legs.

Complying to his request, it doesn't take you long to find that spot within you that has you writhing in your spot, legs threatening to close at the newfound sensation. The side of Jaemin's knee stays pressed against your right thigh, securing your leg to the bed, leaving you unable to close your legs even if you tried.

"O-oh, oh, fuck," you breathe out as you cease the movement of your fingers to press your palm against your slit. One look at Jaemin has you resuming on gliding your slick fingers in and out again. You feel slightly frustrated, though, knowing your fingers are nowhere near as long as your boyfriend's and can't reach the places he can with perfect ease.

"I-I think I'm—"

Jaemin doesn't let you finish your sentence, gripping at your chin and pressing his lips to yours in a searing kiss, brushing his tongue against your bottom lip. It's exactly what you need to stumble over the edge, letting the blinding pleasure consume you whole.

You reluctantly pull away from the kiss to suck in a breath of air, feeling as though you can't get enough air into your lungs as you crumble under Jaemin's watchful gaze. Your free hand clutches at his white shirt, crumpling it in your fist as a whine escapes past your lips. It's only when the pleasure has subsided that you notice the gentle brush of his fingers on your arm, coaxing you to come back to him.

"I'm sorry I woke you up." These are the first words you utter to him once you finally regain your ability to speak again. You wince when you pull your fingers out, feeling a drop of your slick drip down onto your thigh. "Let me just clean myself up."

Instead of letting you go, Jaemin pushes himself up onto his arms, hovering above your panting figure. He settles himself in between your thighs, pushing down onto your naked bottom with his hips.

"J-Jaems, you'll get your pants dirty," you warn, pushing at his chest with your clean hand, willing him to return to his previous position.

"Yeah?" he questions with a grin.

You are just about to ask what he's doing when he suddenly grabs your wrist, wrapping his mouth around your slick-coated fingers. You choke on air, taken aback by the boldness of his action. He makes sure to lick every drop of your slick before pulling away with a resounding pop.

"Nana..." you mumble, already feeling heady as you speculate how the night is going to unfold. You are suddenly painfully aware of the wicked gleam in his eyes and the outline of his stiff member in his sweatpants, nudging at your lower stomach.

He chuckles lowly. "What's got you so worked up tonight, hm, princess?"

Rolling your hips up in hopes of getting him to realise what you need, you're disappointed when he pecks your lips once before pulling away to sit back on his heels. His large hands settle on your thighs, prying them apart. He coos softly at the sight of your underwear, damp with your release, sticking to your drenched folds.

His fingers inch closer until they graze the hem of your underwear, so close to where you need him the most. You watch his eyes darken when you utter a quiet plea, trying to convince him to give in. "Answer my question first."

With an impatient huff, you tear your gaze away from his to look at the ceiling. "I just... I'm just in the mood, but I didn't want to bother you."

Jaemin blinks down at you, gaze locked on yours as he suddenly presses his thumb onto the wet patch of your panties. He drags his thumb up and down your clothed slit, watching as your eyebrows furrow in exasperation.

"That's all?" he asks, momentarily halting the languid motion of his thumb.

You nod frantically, not at all concerned about the fact that you had just lied straight to his face. All you can think about at this exact moment is his fingers and how much you want them buried inside your pulsating hole.

He retracts his hand to settle them back onto your thigh, hushing your whine of protest with his lips, kissing you so sweetly that you completely lose track of mind. You have a hunch that there is something severely wrong at this point, but Jaemin's kisses are so addictive that you completely overlook all the warning signs.

He pulls away, attaching his lips to your neck, sucking on the supple skin there to leave dark marks that will remain there for the next few days. He briefly pulls away to tug your nightgown over your head before tossing it onto the floor, leaving you in your soiled underwear. His mouth trails lower until they reach the valley of your breasts.

You tuck your chin into your chest to watch him, sucking in a deep breath when he encloses his mouth around your right nipple, only to swiftly pull away to continue his journey down south. Your fingers curl into the hair on the nape of his neck as you relish the feel of his warm breath hitting the skin of your stomach, sending shivers down your spine.

"Hurry, please," you plead, growing increasingly restless at his slow pace.

He smiles against the hem of your underwear, acknowledging your request but not complying, which only serves to aggravate you. "Don't be greedy," he scolds, pressing kisses onto the heated skin of your inner thighs.

You shake your head, lifting yourself onto your elbows so you can get a better look at him. He tilts his head to meet your eyes, keeping his mouth pressed onto your thigh. "Please, Jaems, I need your tongue," you try once again, to no avail.

"I wanna take my time with you."

Groaning, you let yourself plop back onto the bed. You mentally tell yourself that you would only have to endure Jaemin's incessant teasing just a little longer.

Without any warning, he attaches his lips to your core, dampening your panties even further with his spit. You cry out, eyes shutting at the long-awaited pressure on your core. It still isn't enough, though, so you tug at his hair, willing him to move his mouth away so you can reach down and yank your panties to the side, exposing yourself to an oddly-composed Jaemin.

He pulls your hand away from his head before you can guide his mouth back onto you. "I said I wanna take my time with-"

You abruptly sit up. "I know what you said, but I really need you, Jaems," you say, directing him to move up the bed and lie on his back. "I really need you," you repeat as you take off his white shirt, mind filled to the brim with the need to touch him.

You can't help but stare at his figure as you sit beside him on the bed, in awe of how beautiful he is as he lies there, clad in his sweatpants with a noticeable bulge straining against the thick fabric. You swallow when your eyes trace across his chiselled abs, across the plane of his taut chest and finally settling on his face. Na Jaemin is breathtaking.

"Hey," he whispers, thumb brushing against your cheek. "You went somewhere else for a sec."

Shaking your head, you finally get a hold of yourself. You kiss him hard, teeth clashing against teeth. You want him now more than ever. You reach down toward his pants, pushing at the hem. "Take it off," you mumble against his lips.

He grabs at your wrist, halting your movement. You're about to complain, but he speaks before you can say a single word. "I want you to sit on my face."

Arousal surges through you at his words. You're sure that if you aren't wearing any underwear, your slick would already be dripping down on the bed.

"I want to taste you." He grabs your hips, assisting you with positioning your legs on each side of his head.

"Oh!" you yelp when you hear an audible rip. You haven't fully comprehended what had happened before Jaemin's hands on your hips are hastily pulling you down.

You gasp, eyes widening when he slots his mouth to your core, sucking earnestly at your folds. "O-oh shit, f-fuck, fuck," you stammer out, hands blindly flailing around to grab onto something, anything. One hand settles on the headboard for balance while the other buries itself in his tousled hair.

Lost in the ecstasy, you let your eyes fall shut as you roll your head back, face parallel to the ceiling. Jaemin keeps up a moderate pace, alternating between licking bold stripes over your slit and sucking your clit.

"Oh my- fuck, I need...please." You've lost your ability to speak coherently, something that's not uncommon whenever Jaemin has his way with you. His tongue circles your entrance, not dipping in, only teasing. You tighten your grip on his hair, letting out a breathless plea.

It's only when he hums and the vibration from his mouth travels through your trembling form that you finally loll your head forward to look down at him, hips bucking in reflex when you meet his darkened gaze. He hums disappointedly, using his hold on both of your thighs to move you away from his mouth.

You are now able to see the lower half of his face, drenched with your wetness. He presses gentle kisses onto your inner thigh, but you are barely able to register it before he is pressing his fingers onto your core, running his fingertips over your folds, spreading it apart with two fingers so he can see what's hidden underneath.

He coos quietly, eyes trained onto your core. "Everything about you is so pretty, you know that, right?" It's a rhetorical question because as soon as he asks it, he's pushing his index finger into your hole, smirking when he feels your walls clench around it. "Pretty face and an equally pretty pussy."

"Please," you beg, breathless from the feel of his finger dipping in and out of you.

"Hm? What do you need, baby?"

You shift slightly, hoping the new position would allow his digit to press against the spot inside of you that could have you seeing stars in less than a minute. He seems to notice your intention, halting his movement entirely, leaving you to whine out in protest. "Need your mouth, please."

"Oh, you don't need my fingers, then?" He's about to pull his finger out when you grip his wrist in your hand, shaking your head frantically.

"No, both your fingers and your mouth. Please, Jaemin."

He bites his lip in an attempt to contain an amused smirk. "You're going to have to be more specific, baby." He watches you hesitate for a few more seconds before resuming the in and out motion of his finger, even adding another finger in not long after.

"Y-your mouth, please." You lean forward, bringing your aching pussy closer to his inviting mouth. "I need your mouth on my pussy, Nana."

Jaemin turns his head, pressing his lips to your inner thigh as he curls his fingers inside you. He listens intently to the sweet sounds that spill out of your mouth, sounds of ecstasy that only he can pull out of you. He feels his cock harden even more at the thought of being the only one to be able to see you in this light—so obscene and needy for him.

"Please don't tease," you wail out, desperate to reach your first climax of the night.

Satisfied with your begging, he looks up at you once again before diving in and enclosing his lips around your clit, simultaneously speeding up the pace of his fingers. Your eyes clench shut at the sudden onslaught of pleasure. You feel as though you're about to combust when you force your eyes open to look down at him, finding his lust-filled eyes are already looking up at you.

"F-fuck, don't stop." Your grip in his hair tightens when he reaches up to grab at your breast with his free hand, pinching and pulling at the hardened bud with his thumb and pointer finger. "N-nana, I'm gonna cum. Please, can I cum?"

He pulls his mouth away briefly to answer. "Just a little longer, princess. You taste so fucking sweet. I should just quit my job and do this all day long, hm? What do you think about that?"

You're no longer unable to contain your moans now, letting the high-pitched sounds echo through the apartment. "Can't... can't hold it, Nana."

You're thrashing in his hold, curling and uncurling your fingers in his hair because you don't know how you can delay your climax when his fingers are nudging against your sweet spot and his tongue is lapping at your clit rapidly.

You glance down at Jaemin when you hear him groaning every few seconds. Looking over your shoulder, you realise he has pushed his sweatpants and boxer down just enough to expose his member. You widen your eyes at the sight of his cock, so pink and pretty, with pre-cum smeared all over the reddened tip. He's pumping it with his fist almost languidly as he pleasures you, and it's this sight that has you careening fast toward your oncoming climax.

"Fuck, gonna cum, gonna cum, 'm gonna-" you've barely warned him before you're abruptly reaching your peak, crying out as you lock eyes with Jaemin who's eyes hold nothing but affection and filthy promises. He's lapping at your slit, savouring the taste of your juice on his tongue.

Jaemin stops the movement of his hand on his cock, squeezing it at the base instead to stop himself from cumming to your lovely sounds. He helps you through your orgasm, pulling his fingers out to lap at your slit with his tongue, relishing the taste of the sweet nectar trickling past your hole.

You're rolling your hips to the movement of his tongue, hissing at the delicious overstimulation. Jaemin's a little disappointed when you eventually roll off of him, leaning against the headboard to catch your breath.

He turns to the side to face you, making sure you're watching him before making a show of shoving his fingers into his mouth, sucking at them to clean off your slick. You squeeze your thighs together, having already recovered from your orgasm. "Jaemin," you drawl out as you crawl down the bed, eyes zeroed in on his thick cock, twitching in his hand.

You settle in between his legs, knees tucked underneath you. He lets you pry his hand off his member, and watches you as you tentatively wrap your hand around it, licking your lips as you lean closer.

"What's with the look, princess? You wanna taste it?"

Glancing up at him, you nod. "Yes, can I? Please?"

"How could I refuse when you're asking so nicely?" He brushes his fingers through the strands of your hair a few times before finally gripping it for good. His grasp on your hair isn't harsh as he guides your mouth to his cock, but it stings just enough to make have you reeling with excitement.

You begin with kitten licks all over the tip, revelling in the sounds of his quiet gasps. Jaemin's a patient person but you know he's tired of your teasing when he tightens his hold in your hair, urging you to take him into your mouth. You refuse to give in, wanting to give him a taste of his own medicine.

He tugs on your hair hard, causing you to yelp as you look up at him. As expected, he's glaring down at you, thin lips set into a displeased frown that has you nervous and eager at the same time.

You refuse to give in so easily, though, so you keep your eyes on him as you continue licking at his tip, swirling your tongue around the precum gathered around his tip and flicking it across the dip of his slit. You trail your tongue down his shaft until you reach the base.

"Put it in your mouth, baby," he says, jaw clenching when you ignore his instruction yet again. "Hm, this is how you want to play tonight, huh? Thought you were so eager to taste me."

"You teased me too, so it's only fair if I get to do it too," you snap back with a pout, hoping it'll soften the blow just a little.

Something flashes across his eyes, and you don't have the time to decipher it before he's pushing you onto your back, letting your head dangle over the edge of the bed. You gasp when his hand wraps around your throat, fingers pressing into the sides of your neck hard enough that you know it's definitely a warning.

With his free hand, he pulls down both his sweatpants and boxer, leaving him just as naked as you are. He sits back on his heels before spreading your legs and hooking them over his thighs. "You're going to regret teasing me when I'm done with you, sweetheart."

"You deserved it."

Instead of getting angry, Jaemin only grins, but you've been with him long enough to know it's not exactly a genuine one. His eyes are taunting and for a second you question whether it had been wise to tease him at all. Well, it's far too late to contemplate it now.

You feel his fingers graze softly over your inner thigh. In your position with your head dangling over the bed, you're unable to see what he's doing with his hand, unable to predict his next move. You can barely see his face when he leans back, so you shut your eyes instead, relying on your other senses to try to predict what's going to do with you next.

"Nana!" you cry out when he suddenly pushes two fingers inside. The sudden intrusion burns so deliciously, and you find yourself bucking your hips to cope with the abrupt pleasure that's coursing through you. Jaemin doesn't tease you like thought he would, wasting no time curling his fingers and adopting a pace that's fast enough to have you cumming in a matter of minutes. "F-fuck, f-feels good. So good."

He chuckles under his breath, leaning down to take your nipple into his mouth, laving his tongue over it and humming when he feels it hardening against his tongue. "I allowed you to cum all over my tongue, and this is how you repay me? I should've just went back to sleep and leave you to take care of your problem if I knew you were going to be a brat like this."

You're gasping for air, feeling dizzy from being upside down for so long. You can't find it in you to care, though, not when his fingers are driving in and out of you the way it is and the slick sound of your soaked pussy is resonating through the room so loudly.

He moves over to your other nipple, repeating the same process he did with the other nipple. The grip around your neck tightens just slightly, and you find yourself choking on air. It's hard to breathe, but you don't say anything, only moaning brokenly as you chase your high. "F-fuck, I'm cumming. N-Nana!"

Jaemin pulls his face away from your heaving chest. He wants to see your face when you reach your high. He loves to know he's the only one that can have you this way, the only one who can pull such filthy sounds out of you.

Your eyes flutter open, and you lift your head to look at Jaemin, but he pushes down on your neck. "You can cum, but you can't look at me."

It takes you a few seconds to understand what he says, but once you do, you're whining pathetically and shaking your head. "Please, Nana, I-I want to see you."

"No. This is your punishment, so take it like a good girl."

You're so close, your orgasm only a few seconds away. You want to look into his eyes, want to unravel under his hungry gaze, but you know you took your teasing a little too far and the only way to redeem yourself is by carrying out the punishment he has given you.

You can do nothing but rely on your imagination as you near your climax. You imagine his eyes trailing over your body ravenously, imagine the way his heavy cock twitches whenever your walls clamp around his fingers, sucking the digits in until they're knuckles-deep. But it's not those that push you over the edge, it's his dulcet voice, sounding dazed and raspy. It's his sweet voice that has you bucking your hips wildly, toes digging into the bed and knees pressing against his hips as you succumb to the blissful sensation. "Cum for me like a good girl and I'll fuck you until you're crying."

Jaemin gives your neck one last squeeze before dragging his hand down to your breast, squeezing and kneading at the soft flesh as you try to regain your composure. He shifts back a little, allowing you some more space on the bed. With your head now positioned properly on the bed, you stare down at him through half-lidded eyes, wincing when you feel the ache in your neck from being bent at such an awkward angle.

Jaemin chuckles when he pulls his fingers out of you, holding his hand up to show you the wetness covering his two digits, some trickling down onto his palm and knuckles. He smears it all over your thigh, ignoring your whine of protests as you try to push his hand away.

"Tired?" he asks, moving your legs off his thighs.

"A little."

"Sucks for you." You're slightly confused at his words, but don't get to dwell on it any further because Jaemin's already hauling you up and flipping you onto your hands and knees. "Cause I'm not done with you just yet, princess."

A sudden, sharp pain on your backside has you keening forward. It only occurs to you a moment later that Jaemin has just spanked you hard. His palm lands on the other cheek this time, and your elbows give out underneath you, causing you to fall face-first into the mattress. "F-fuck, Jaemin."

He strokes his hand over your spine, causing a pleasant shiver to wrack through you. "Did you think you could tease me and get away with it? I've spoiled you too much, haven't I?"

You don't answer and regret it only a second later when he slaps your ass again. "Y-Yes! I'm sorry, Nana."

He leans forward and grabs hold of your hair, tilting your head up so you're looking up at him. "You're not sorry, princess. You're a bad girl, aren't you? My little whore."

You whimper, shaking your head as tears start to blur your vision. Everything is too much, yet not enough at the same time. You love Jaemin like this, so ruthless, but you know that deep down he respects and adores you deeply. Perhaps it's the fact that his darkness only shines through when you're being intimate that makes you want him so much more. You love the fact that you can bring out the feral side of him that he would never otherwise display in his day-to-day life.

"Open," he instructs, pointing his chin at your mouth. You consider pushing your luck further, but immediately decide not to when you see his stern glare. You let your mouth fall open, lolling your tongue out for good measure. He seems pleased at your compliance, pursing his lips before spitting onto your tongue.

His spit is warm when you draw your tongue back into your mouth. You're about to swallow it when Jaemin tells you not to. "Keep it in your mouth. If I find out you've swallowed it I'm going to leave you hanging, and we both know how much of a cock slut you are for me, so don't even try."

He lets go of your hair, and you press the side of your face back down into the sheets, making sure to keep his spit in your mouth. All you can think about at this point is having his cock inside of you. You're desperate for it, and you want nothing more than for him to slide into you and pound you into the mattress.

You stiffen when you feel his shaft gliding up and down your folds, lubricating himself with your slick. The tip catches onto the hood of your clit, and the delicious press of the blunt head against your swollen bundle of nerves have you tightening your grip on the bedsheet. You want to beg him but you're afraid that his spit will dribble out of your mouth when you speak, so you resort to pushing your hips back.

A slap to your right thigh is all you need to know that he's going to do this at his own pace, and you're going to take what he gives you with no complaint. "Remember, princess, I can easily walk out of this room right now and jerk off in the bathroom." He circles the tip of his cock around your opening, pushing in just enough for you to feel the stretch. "And you'll be here all alone, trying to cum with your fingers buried in your wet pussy, but you know it's not going to be enough, because your fingers don't compare to my fingers or my cock, right, baby?"

You hum in agreement, clenching your teeth when you feel him slide halfway in. You want him to continue until he's as deep as he can possibly be and his balls are pressed against your clit. You don't care if it burns. With Jaemin, you find that the pain always blurs with pleasure and only leaves you craving for more, more, more. You'll take whatever he gives you.

"Please," you manage to mumble with a mouth full of spit, both his and yours. The thought of his spit mixing with yours has your walls clenching. Jaemin notices this and groans as he savours the tight squeeze. As he pushes the rest of himself inside of you, he can't help but think about how good you feel around him, so warm and so tight. Being buried inside of you feels like heaven for him, and he wants nothing more than to spend the rest of his life being able to sink himself into your exquisite cunt every morning, day and night.

"Fuck, baby, you're perfect." His grip on your hips are tight enough to bruise, but that's the least of your worries. "Your pussy was made for me. Fits me so well."

He starts at a slow pace, watching closely at the way his cock disappears into your drenched pussy. The view is nothing short of pornographic, and he grits his teeth to stop himself from getting too riled up too quickly. It's not his fault that you look and feel so wonderful.

He hunches forward until his front is pressed to your back and plants open-mouthed kisses on the skin of your upper back. The heat of his mouth combined with the feeling of his length plunging in and out of you has you trembling with need. You can feel the veins on his shaft grazing against your walls every time he moves.

You feel his breath fan against your ear, and can't help but cry out when a particularly hard thrust is delivered. The spit in your mouth immediately drips out of your mouth, leaking down onto the bed. It would feel disgusting if only Jaemin wasn't drilling into you with such precision that you felt as though you were ascending closer to heaven each passing second. "N-Nanaaa," you drawl, fisting the sheets on each side of your head.

The snaps of his hips against yours are hard enough to bruise. He wraps a hand around the nape of your neck, pushing the side of your face into the sheets. "Princess, is my spit still in your mouth?" he asks, and you're suddenly aware that you've had your mouth open for quite a while, and the spit that was once contained in your mouth are now seeping into the bedsheet, leaving behind a prominent, dark spot.

Jaemin's movement completely stills as you snap your mouth close. The thought of lying crosses your mind, but you know it would do you more good if you just told the truth. Besides, Jaemin most likely has seen the staining on the sheets by now. You try to twist your head so you can apologise to his face, but Jaemin's hand on the back of your neck prevents you from turning at all, so you swallow and shake your head. "I'm sorry," you mumble sheepishly, eyes trained on the wall of your bedroom. "I'm sorry, but it just felt so good, Nana."

Jaemin contemplates your apology for some time before pulling out of you, leaving you to whine at the empty feeling. Dread creeps into your stomach when he pulls away from you completely, moving away from the bed toward the curtains covering the window.

Sitting up, you wipe the side of your mouth with the back of your hand, cleaning off the drool as you watch Jaemin intently. Your eyes greedily drink in the shape of his figure. His cock, glistening and still hard, bounces against his toned stomach as he walks. The muscle of his back flexes when he rolls his shoulders, and something about the way he so casually does it has you feeling lightheaded.

"Jaems?" you call out hesitantly, unsure of what he's doing.

He grabs hold of the curtains before glancing back at you with questioning eyes. Realising his intention, you stand, dashing toward him with an alarmed expression. "Stop, wait, what are you doing? We're both naked."

He lets go of the curtains, reaching up his hands to cup your cheeks, tilting your head up so he can press his lips to yours. The kiss is tender and soft, a stark contrast to the way he had been fucking into you just moments before, and you immediately melt into him. You pull away when you feel his member poking your stomach. "Please, Nana, I need you," you mumble against his lips.

He chuckles, and you notice that it's a mocking one. "Did you really think I would forget the fact that you lied to me?"

"W-What? I didn't lie. I said I was sorry!"

One of his hands is on your ass in an instant, giving a warning squeeze. "I think we both have different things in mind, sweetheart. Do I have to remind you or can you use that cute brain of yours to figure it out yourself?"

Truth be told, you have no idea what he's referring to, so you try your hardest to remember, although it's so hard to think about anything other than having him inside of you again. Jaemin bends to latch his mouth to your neck, sucking at the sensitive spot just underneath your ear. "I don't... I don't know what you're talking about."

He reaches around you to press two fingers into your core from behind, slipping them in with ease. He's gazing down at you with a smile, but his eyes are dark and menacing. "Do I have to tell you everything, princess? Are you that drunk off my cock that you can barely remember anything?"

"N-No, Nana." You're shaking in his hold, fingers curled tightly around his arm, afraid you'd just fall onto the floor without his body to support yours. "I can remember. I can-"

"Then tell me." He's looking down at you tauntingly. He knows you don't remember. "Does my dumb, little baby need help to remember?"

You arch up against him when he brings your nipple into his mouth, tongue circling your areola. You try not to focus on his fingers or his mouth, but it's proving to be harder than you thought. "I d-don't know. I give up. Nana, I give up," you say after a while, afraid that if you take any longer, Jaemin would punish you even harder.

He pulls away from your breast with a loud pop. "Hm, should I just show you, then? Maybe that would jog your memory? Open the curtains, princess."

To say you're startled by his request would be an understatement. With his fingers no longer pushing in and out of you, you're starting to come down from the pleasurable high you were in just seconds before. One glance at the curtain has your mind spiralling back to the moment you were standing by the window just before Jaemin came.

"W-Wait... you saw..."

Jaemin turns you around forcefully, pressing himself against your back. "I said open the curtains." His tone is harsh, but the way his hands are softly caressing your hips makes it clear to you that he's asking for permission. He's giving you the green light to decline and back out if you feel uncomfortable by what he's asking of you.

The dragging of the tip of his nose against the skin behind your right ear interrupts your train of thoughts, and you turn to the side to look into his eyes. As expected, Jaemin's gaze holds a tenderness that has your stomach lurching. "Okay," you whisper as you turn back to open the curtains.

Your reflection along with Jaemin's is the first thing you see on the glass of the window. When your eyes finally focus on the scenery outside, you find yourself swallowing when you see the apartment across from yours, the one that had once been occupied by the couple shamelessly making love against the window. The curtains are still pulled back, but the couple is no longer in sight, although there is light spilling out of the crack of the bathroom door.

Looking down, your first instinct is to back away from the window, afraid that the pedestrians walking on the sidewalk would see you naked. There's anxiety bubbling inside you, but also an excitement that you've never felt before. You can't help but lick your lips at the prospect of being caught. What would that person do if they saw you? Would they look away from embarrassment? Would they keep watching?

Jaemin hears your breathing pick up and doesn't waste any time asking whether you want to stop. You only twist your head before slamming your lips onto his, pulling him into a violent kiss that has you moaning into his mouth every few seconds. You feel feverish, craving for Jaemin to fill you up once again. Running out of breath, you gently clamp your teeth onto his bottom lip and pull back. The affectionate look in his eyes is quickly replaced by something more feral.

"Put your hands against the window, baby. I need you now."

You do as he says, jutting your hips out slightly. "F-Fuck, Jaemin, please just put it in," you plead, pressing your forehead against the surface of the cool glass as Jaemin glides the tip of his cock up and down your folds.

He growls once he finally pushes in, bottoming out in one thrust. Your breath fogs the glass as you pant. "So good. Please, Nana, faster."

Jaemin's hands reach around your body to cup at your breast. Your fingers are curled into fists against the window as you lose yourself in the feeling of him pounding into you. You force your eyes open to look down at the street below, shuddering when you see passersby walking up and down the street so casually, oblivious to the fact that you were only a few floors above them, about to explode around your boyfriend's cock.

"Oh god, Jaemin!" You cry out, knees almost buckling when Jaemin thrusts into you harder. He pulls his hands away from your chest to grab both of your arms, bringing them back to use as leverage to fuck you harder. Your nipples graze the cold glass whenever Jaemin rams into your from behind, sending chills down your spine. "Jaemin, f-fuck. I'm close. So close."

He's fucking you relentlessly against the window, mouth tucked into the crook of your neck, breathing raggedly into your ear. "You lied to me, so why should I let you cum, hm?"

"P-please, can't hold it, Jaems."

It's obvious by the way your walls are pulsing around him that you're trying to hold off your orgasm. "Apologise and I might just let you cum."

You don't hesitate to plead for forgiveness, not wanting to cum without his permission. "I'm sorry for... for lying. N-Need to cum, please."

"Lying about what?"

He gathers your arms into one hand, bringing the free one around to rub circles into your clit that has you rising onto your tiptoes. You almost lose your train of thought, almost forget the fact that Jaemin's still waiting on your apology. "I'm sorry f-for lying to you about... about—"

Jaemin interrupts your sentence to deliver a sharp thrust that pulls a loud cry out of you. You know it's only a matter of seconds before you cum, so you rush through your apology, babbling your words deliriously. "Sorry for not telling you what I saw in that other apartment."

"Did you see them fucking like us, hm? Fucking like rabbits with the curtains open so everyone down on the street can see? Did you like what you see, baby?"

"Nana, I'm cumming!"

He smiles against the column of your neck, loving how desperate you become whenever he has his cock deep inside you. "Show me how she came, princess. What sounds do you think she made when she did?"

The tight coil in your stomach finally snaps, and you're suddenly thrown into a whirlwind of pleasure, head thrown back to rest on Jaemin's shoulder. You're shaking against him, eyes pressed shut as you cum so hard you see stars behind your eyelids. You're unaware you're chanting his name amid your bliss, but Jaemin can hear it loud and clear as he slows the pace of his hips, making sure to help prolong your orgasm by rubbing his fingers on your clit.

With a hum, he releases your arms from behind your back, and you immediately grab the hand between your legs, halting the motion of his fingers. Opening your eyes, you're slightly relieved to find that the apartment across from yours is still absent of the couple from before.

Jaemin lets you push yourself away from the glass, cock slipping out of you. You turn to face him, legs still trembling and threatening to give out underneath you. He immediately wraps his arms around your waist, smiling down at you fondly before pecking your lips. "Sounds like you came pretty hard. I didn't know you were into exhibitionism."

"I didn't know until today either," you mumble timidly, craning your neck to look up at him. "But you haven't cum yet."

You squeal when he suddenly slides his hands down underneath your thighs, picking you up. Your hands fly up to intertwine behind his neck while your legs wrap around his waist. He steps closer to the window, allowing it to support some of your weight.

His usually soft, brown eyes are glazed over with hunger. You can tell from the way his gaze roams over your body that he wants to ravish you and break you down until you're nothing but a sobbing mess.

It doesn't take long for the ache in between your legs to return. You're tightening your legs around him, begging him to slip back into you. Jaemin kisses you a little too long for your liking, but it's all worth it in the end when he finally reaches a hand down to align himself with your hole.

You're holding your breath as you sink down onto him, nails digging into his shoulders as you feel your walls accomodating his size. You're panting by the time you've reached the base of his cock, feeling so full as he suckles at the skin of your shoulder.

Jaemin groans when he shifts and unintentionally presses himself deeper into you. In this position, his tip is just kissing your cervix, and you moan when you feel him start to move. "Harder, f-fuck."

You lean your head back onto the window, eyes closing as Jaemin starts snapping his hips faster, filling you up so good. His nose nuzzles into your cheek. "You want me to fill you up? Want me to stuff your tight pussy with my cum, princess?"

Your skin prickles at the sound of his voice. "Cum inside, Nana, please."

"Yeah? You like it when I cum inside you? You better keep it all in, baby."

You dip your head forward to rest it against Jaemin's shoulder. "N-Nana," you purr when you look down to watch his glistening cock plunge in and out of you.

Jaemin lets go of one of your thighs, letting it drop onto the floor. You dig the ball of your foot into the ground before bucking your hips, meeting his thrusts halfway. Jaemin hisses at this, sinking his teeth into his bottom lip.

"Fill me up, Nana. Want you to come inside, please."

Jaemin's movement falters a little when he comprehends your words. He's close, you know it. You reach your hand up, smoothing back the hair falling over his forehead so you can look into his eyes. Before you have the chance to, though, he's capturing your lips in a kiss that has you feeling hazy.

When he pulls away, Jaemin opens his eyes to look down at you but is distracted by a movement over your head. You're surprised when your boyfriend starts snickering out of the blue, noticing his eyes are set on something behind you, something out of the window. "W-What is it? Is it the couple?"

"Mhm, wanna give 'em a show, baby? Show them how good I can make you feel?"

You make a move to turn your head, but Jaemin cups your jaw before you can, bringing your face close to his. "Keep your eyes on me, do you understand? Want you to cum to the thought of me only."

He buries his face into your neck, muttering praises into your ear as he fucks you, filling the room with sounds of your gasps and the slapping of skin against skin. There's a newfound fervour in his thrusts, you notice, but you're not complaining.

"I'm cumming," you whimper, pussy clamping around Jaemin's length as you feel yourself start to approach your high.

"You love it when people watch you, don't you? Like it when they see you being a little cum slut for me?" Jaemin grunts, thrusts faltering when he pulls back to watch you. You're moaning drunkenly as you try to hold back your orgasm, jaws slack and eyes rolling back.

His gaze then falls onto your chest, and he finds himself awestruck by the way your breasts are bouncing every time he thrusts into you. He takes one bud between his fingers, pinching and tugging it forward, earning him a piercing cry from you, who's on the verge of falling over the edge.

The sight of your face—eyebrows furrowed and drool slipping past one corner of your lip—has his balls tightening. He's growling and panting into the open air, basking in the way your wet pussy feels wrapped around his throbbing cock. "You always feel so good, princess. Always so good for me."

"P-Please, can I cum? Can't hold it."

Jaemin doesn't get the chance to answer, because he's already emptying himself inside of you, abs flexing as he paints your walls with thick, white spurts of his cum. You force your eyes to stay open as you allow your orgasm to finally wash over you, wanting to watch your lover as you both reach your high together.

Your heart is drumming against your ribcage as the pleasure overwhelms you. Your skin feels ablaze as your orgasm sweeps through you, leaving you light-headed as you take in Jaemin's state. His cheeks are flushed as he throws his head back, skin slick with sweat and shoulders littered with crescent marks from your nails digging into them. He releases a hoarse groan that has you squeezing even tighter around him, milking his cock dry.

You sob when you feel Jaemin bury himself deeper into you, forcing some of his cum to leak out of you, trickling down past his balls and onto the floor. Your insides feel so full and warm as the both of you stay in each other's embrace.

Jaemin lets go of your thigh in favour of wrapping both his arms around you, panting as he leans his forehead against your shoulder. You try to stand by your own, but your legs feel so limp so you rely on Jaemin to keep you up.

"Shit... that was..."

You nod in agreement, still breathless from your intense orgasm. You stiffen against him when a certain thought enters your mind. "Are they... still watching?"

"I don't know. Want me to look?"

You push him away by his chest, frantically turning and closing the curtains to shield yourself from any onlookers. Jaemin snickers from behind you, wrapping his arms to pull your back into his chest. "Stop being so cute or I might just have to go another round."

"Oh my god, shut up! You just made me cum three times. Give me a break."

"I don't know, baby, maybe we should give that couple another show. What do you think?"

Jaemin laughs when you only reply with a huff. The room reeks of sweat and sex, but he can't bring himself to care when he has you in his arms like this with your face glowing crimson and neck littered with purple marks.

He feels so warm inside, and can't help but think that he wants to be able to do this with you for the rest of his life. It's too soon to do anything about it, you're both too young to take another step ahead, but Jaemin knows there's no one else he would rather grow old with.

"I'm so happy, Jaems. You make me so happy."

Jaemin swears his heart is about to burst out of his chest with giddiness. "I feel the same way, princess. I love you so much, don't ever forget."

You turn your head to look at him with a shy grin. "I love you too. Now let me go pee. Your cum is still dripping out of me."

Jaemin smiles as he reluctantly lets go of you, watching your naked figure saunter away to the bathroom. It only takes one glance at your perky ass, bouncing with every step you take, to have his cock hardening again, and he's chasing you into the bathroom to have another round in the shower.

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