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do u still take reqs?!?!?! bcs im absolutely obsessed with ur pervy!hyuck fic😭😭 i want more of an elaboration of panty sniffer jaemin </3 maybe smth where jaemin is roommates with y/n and he finds her panties mixed with his laundry,, then he just goes to town with it 👹 then maybe he returns it completely soaked with his juicy come </3 i love u mwa have a nice day !!!!!!

request 05 ♡ njm x reader

aka beware the panty perv (jaemin special!)

genre: drabble smut, jaemin x reader, f x m, light angst

word count: 6.6k+

smut warnings: masturbation, penetrative sex, oral (f receiving), a new panty perv arises, panty sniffing, dom!jaemin, possessiveness, squirting, don't get too mad at mc she just luvs cock too much

author's note: take this one with a grain of salt, it's not necessarily canon to the panty perv fic. i just love unnecessary drama and strife, and i love jaemin even more 💓

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Previously, on Beware the Panty Perv:

( “And out of all the guys that you fuck, I’d like to think of myself as the most normal one. Yuta and Jaemin are weird,” Doyoung emphasizes. “Jaemin is definitely a panty sniffer. Have you seen him when he’s with Jeno? He practically looks like one.” )

——

"So, are you guys like," Jaemin tries to wrap his head around what he wants to say. He dons a scrunched face as he tries to belch out the god forsaken word out of his lips. "Dating?"

You're unamused at the way he shrivels up, shaking his head and sticking his tongue out in disgust like he just drank straight lemon juice. For someone so laid back, you'd never guess how painstakingly immature he could be at times.

Obviously referring to Haechan, here's the sitch on your guys' little entanglement.

Ever since Lee Haechan had been unmasked as the notorious panty perv, the people had been expecting you in all of your rage to make his life a living hell and ostracize him from any forms of human society.

Yet something that nobody ever anticipated was, considering your lack of rationality in most situations, was that you would end up fucking the guy. Even crazier, becoming exclusive fuck buddies with him.

So to answer Jaemin's question:

"Mm, no. Not yet at least," You shrug.

"Not yet?" Jaemin topples over theatrically, a hand clutching at his heart as he gasps for air. Reaching out to you in Shakespearean style to conjoin your hands, to which you oblige to entertain him in his dramatics. "The state of your guys' relationship is prophetic at this point?"

"I guess? It's all up to him, really. He says he wants to take it slow," You answer him, taking note of how the orange in his hair has long faded and grown into a gritty brown. Funnily enough, you like it on him more. "Why are you interrogating me anyways?"

"Because I'm going through the stages of grief right now," He cries, laying on his stomach and digging his head into your lap. Feet petulantly kicking against the cushions of the couch. The behavior causes you to sigh, he really is a kid. "Don't you sigh at me, missy. I'm experiencing denial right now!"

"Jaem," You try to break away from him when he lifts your shirt up to nibble at your stomach. "Haechan and I have been seeing each other for months now. There's no reason for you to be upset. Much less on stage one of griev— ow, you fucking weirdo. Stop biting me."

Pushing him away from you, his pretty face pops back from beneath the fabric of your shirt. Considering the fact he's allegedly 'grieving,' he sure does have a smug grin on right now. Upon being caught however, it quickly morphs into that annoyingly irresistible puppy dog look.

"I miss fucking youu," Jaemin whines, swaying back and forth against your thighs. "C'mon, just once? For old time's sake?"

"Nope," You bring your index and middle finger to the center of his forehead, exerting enough force to have him rolling off of your body and down to the floor. A small 'oompf!' following in his wake as he lands on his side.

"Why not?" The rejection doesn't deter him at all, collecting himself quickly before kneeling and resting his forearms on the top of your thighs. Sharp chin resting against your lap yet again like it was his very throne. "You said it yourself, you guys aren't dating yet! It wouldn't kill him."

"Isn't the second stage of grieving supposed to be anger? How did we skip to bargaining already?" You ask with a cocked eyebrow.

"It's interchangeable. Plus, I could never be angry at you," He responds indubitably, hurt that you could ever come to such a conclusion. "All I wanna do is make you feel so good, baby," He traces circles into your knee, bottom lip just barely grazing the top of your thigh as he inhales your scent.

His ears could never fail to catch the faint hitch of your breath against his feather-like touches, yet it still wasn't enough. Admittedly just a tad saddened at the fact you aren't already dripping wet for him. Once upon a time you'd start leaking for him upon his arrival, but ever since lover boy has come into the picture, it's as if he never existed in your realm in the first place.

"We can't, Jaemin," You reply in a somber tone. The right thing to do is to push him even further away, yet your body betrays you when you trail a hand through the brown tresses. Softening further into the back of the couch when he nuzzles into your hand, nose tracing into the palm of your hand upon delivering a chaste kiss to the flesh. You hate how plush those lips feel, retracting the hand like you've been burnt. "Seriously, stop that."

You admit that it's hard not to feel small when he watches you so closely. Practically seeing the flashbacks that play in his mind. Longing for the days where you could release your pent up frustrations on one another with no boundaries.

"What makes him so different?" The male asks, blinking up at you. "It was never a problem for either of us if we slept with other people. So, why now?"

What could you say? Haechan delivers in every category: sweet, intelligent, dorky, absolutely hilarious, thick dick, and oddly enough–

"He makes me really happy," You reply simply, looking down at Jaemin with complete stoicism. "I like him."

"Oh," Is all he musters.

Arms leaving your body like it's been forcibly repelled. There's a weight on his shoulders that has gotten increasingly heavier throughout the months the two of you had been separated sexually, your words making him feel like it's increased tenfold. He ponders what it could possibly be, realizing that he was granted no special privileges despite being there with you as both a sexual partner and friend for years. It what leads him to saying what he regrets in mere seconds.

"—even if he's a creepy panty stealing pervert?"

Jaemin has always been fond of you. You’re exuberant, warm. An unabashed confidence that never failed to draw people in. Though you've donned the not so friendly titles of many, anyone with two working eyes could tell that you were one to be respected.

So when the room of your shared apartment goes ice cold, Jaemin realizes he's fucked up beyond comprehension.

Callous eyes stare right through his soul, lifting yourself off of the couch before kneeling down at eye level with him. He's heard the stories of you when you're pissed off. The petty arguments that escalated a bit too far with Doyoung that lead to him shriveling in fear in a corner. Or the time you dragged Jeno by the ear for being mean to your friend. Everyone knows, Jaemin knows that you're absolutely ruthless. Yet he's lived so idly in your life that he's never been on the receiving end of it.

Kneeling down to eye level with the male, you poke an accusing finger into his chest. Twisting the nail just a bit too harshly into the flesh, he's thankful for the hoodie that separates you two, because surely with the force you're using you could break skin.

"Know your place, Jaemin," Your words laced with venom as you stare him down, causing him to cower away. "Don't you ever talk badly about Haechan."

Nodding feverently, he gulps as you break away from him. Standing up and brushing your clothes smooth before heading back to your bedroom. Craning your neck back to make a point, you make sure to hammer the nail. "Got it?"

"Yes, ma'am," Jaemin sweats, this demonic aura of yours sending shivers down his spine.

It's not that you were overreacting, by all means you feel justified in how you handled the situation. Ever since the ordeal, people have been way too into your business for your liking. Word getting around the grapevine that Miss Popular decided to throw panty perv Haechan a bone. (Fuck Mark and his loud ass mouth for that, by the way.)

It annoyed you to no end. It's not like you liked Haechan because of what he did. The masses under the impression that you either took pity on him or you just liked having someone to blackmail, which wasn't the case at all.

You liked Haechan because he was Haechan. Nothing more, nothing less.

But when you look back at the deflated Jaemin, a pout adorning his face, you can't help but take his words into consideration. While you and Haechan were in this limbo between fucking and dating, no title whatsoever—

Would there be any harm in fucking around just a little bit more?

——

"I'm heading out!" You yell from the front door, shoving your boots on while keeping balance on the door handle.

It had been a little over a day since the altercation between you and Jaemin. With a disagreement being completely new ground for you two, he admittedly doesn't know how to handle it. Not one for confrontation, he sort of just wants it to let it mend itself.

Peeking his head out of his door, he catches you down the hall. You're wearing a pretty skirt and blouse rather than the usual baggy attire. Bile forming in his chest when he feels a little bitter at the thought of where you're probably going.

"Meeting with Haechan?" He asks blankly.

"Mm," You nod your head, struggling with the clasp of your boot without removing your hand from the door. Cheeks puffing out impatiently as you keep missing the latch to loop around.

Unable to deal with how cute you are much longer, Jaemin blows his bangs out of his face before strutting towards you. Bending down onto one knee to swat your hand away. Your eyebrows raise in surprise at the act of kindness, watching him take the latch into his own hands and looping it around with ease. "There," He huffs, brushing back the hair that's fallen past his eyes again before standing again.

"Thanks," You murmur, still feeling some leftover awkwardness from the day before.

"No problem." There's a beat of silence, then two. "Hey—"

"I—"

"You first," You insist, extending your hand to allow him to finish.

"I'm sorry," Jaemin apologizes, rubbing his neck nervously as he's not used to the gesture. "I shouldn't have said that about Haechan. I know you like him a lot."

You nod your head, appreciative of his words. "I forgive you, thank you. I'm sorry if I was a bit too harsh on you, I just don't want people to think badly of Haechan for what he did." "Don't even," He shakes his head. "It's understandable. I know everyone's been in your guys' shit. I guess I just got a little.."

When he sees you giving him your undivided attention, eyes big and nodding intently, he can't help but wonder how much more fondly you look at Haechan. Wondering what he had to do in order to be in his position. What he had to do to get that same affection and passion.

"Jaem?"

"Yeah, sorry. Jealous. I got jealous."

Your lips part in surprise at the confession. You're not used to this Jaemin, the grounded one who was always so sure of himself. So cool, calm, never one to be so vulnerable. You yourself are a bit scared to delve deeper into the meaning, afraid that you might find yourself in a situation that could ruin the stasis of what you've built these past few months.

Whether for better or worse, Jaemin continues. "Fucking you, I mean. Of course," He fumbles, trying to alleviate the tension.

Releasing a breath that you didn't even know you were holding, your shoulders drop in relief. "I see." "Yeah, so don't mind me," He plants his hands on your shoulders before twisting you around and pushing you towards the door. A long arm reaching past you, unlocking and opening the door before shoving you past the threshold. God this shit is awkward, he thinks to himself. "Good talk. Have fun, okay?"

"Wait, Jaem—" But before you can finish, he's already closing the door on you. Setting the boundary between you two for good, you accept that in letting Haechan becoming your number one, you'd have to accept losing others in the process.

Meanwhile, you're uncanny to the conflict that Jaemin's suffering through on the other side of that same boundary.

——

Said conflict has just gotten worse, bursted into an absolute dumpster fire in fact.

"This fucking idiot," He breathes out when he holds the material between his two hands, stretching it out for good measure to make sure he wasn't hallucinating.

Upon waking up to such a lovely day, Jaemin decided that today would be great for some productivity. Starting with laundry, he's neatly separated his piles. His spring playlist in the background as he tries to block out all thoughts of you probably getting railed by Haechan at this very second. He thinks he's been doing pretty well, thoughts of you coming to a pause when he gets into the groove of his chores.

Until he reaches a little halfway through his hamper, an unfamiliar floral piece of mint green meeting his point of view. Fishing it out, it takes no more than a millisecond to realize what he's just plucked out.

"You can't be serious right now," He rubs his face with a free hand irritably, holding it out to the light.

No doubt about it. These were yours, quite familiar with this pair in fact. You wore it often. Sometimes wearing it for him specifically because it's his favorite color.

How it got mixed in with his laundry? He doesn't want to know, nor does he care. Okay, maybe he does. A little bit. But that's beside the point.

The point is: you are absolutely terrible, treacherous, evil. An absolute minx that is out to ruin his life. He's sure of it.

And by the grace of some horny demon, or his own volatility, a horrible light bulb goes off.

The little angel and devil on his shoulder are currently clashing. Mind racing as he angles the panties to get a good look at them. Reminiscing the visions of how well they fit on your body, the strappy elastic squeezing against your hips so tightly that just a smidge of skin was poking out— his favorite thing to bite.

He really shouldn't be doing this, but when he remembers how beautiful you looked when he slid them to the side and slipped inside of your heat so easily, he loses all consciousness when he rolls back onto his bed. Sliding his shirt up and pushing down his sweat shorts past his thighs, member growing embarrassingly fast.

"God dammit," He berates himself, the material held between his index and thumb. Was he really about to do this?

If he remembered correctly, you didn't get mad when Haechan did it. So, it should be okay if he did, right?

Fuck it.

He rubs along the texture, feeling the damp remnants of your wetness on the seat of the material. Chest heaving in a quiet rage at the realization that these were most definitely fresh. Whether you did this on purpose or not was a problem for later. Right now, all he could think of is the taste of you on his tongue, wanting nothing more than the sweet pleasure of you suffocating him between your thighs.

It played like a record, the moment he brings the panties to his nose. Inhaling the potent scent of your past arousal brings him back. Fist gripped impossibly tight, knuckles are white as he sniffs to the point of his nose scrunching in. Getting lost in your smell before his tongue rolls out, losing his mind when it licks from the base. Sucking in the taste in hopes of absorbing every last drop, whites of his eyes taking him like a man possessed.

You were always such a good girl for him, doing whatever he told you to. The visual of you climbing up his body, a thigh planting on one side of his head before the other lands just as carefully. Looking down at you bashfully with a flushed face.

Past thoughts drove him up the wall, knowing that he was the only one who could make you nervous. He knew Haechan's appeal was being your bitch, but did you ever miss it? Not being in control? Being bent at another's beck and whim?

Letting the panties drop from his mouth, he licks around his glossy lips to savor the small amount of your taste he was able to get. It might've backfired though. Under the impression that it would quench his thirst for you, to bring him back to earth knowing that he wouldn't have you anymore. It only furthered his hunger. Wanting, needing more.

Panties that are now slick with his saliva trail down his body, the lace tickling his torso as it drags down to where he needs it most. He shudders when he wraps the material around his solid cock. Groaning when he gives an experimental pump, a pea sized drop of precum aiding him as it glides with ease.

He throws his head back in pleasure, picturing you riding his cock up and down instead of the pathetic alternative. Moaning your name out into the empty vicinity like it'll bring you back to him. It didn't matter who else it was, nobody's pussy could ever compare to yours.

"Miss how tight you are," He gasps, his orgasm approaching with each pump. Abdomen clenching when he thinks about the half lidded gaze you'd give him whenever you let him cum all over your face. Gorgeous, swollen and glossy lips lapping up the remnants like a delicacy. "Miss you so, so much."

When he slides the fabric along his tip, slimy material brushing against his frenulum, his hips buck up to chase the pleasure. Your name leaving his lips like a mantra, too drunk off of your minimal scent to consider how wrong his actions are.

White coats his taut abs, dripping down until it lands on his pubis. Profuse amounts of cum from holding back his desires. Gasping as he jerks himself to oblivion, the last of his orgasm painting your panties. Smiling fondly at the thought of your arousal and his meshing together, only mildly perturbed at the fact that he craves you so much he's willing to go to such lengths.

"Fuck," He curses. Dropping the defiled material to his side, rubbing at his face and groaning. Brushing his sweaty bangs from his forehead to take in the mess he's made of himself. "I really just did that."

"Yeah, you did."

He can't even be shocked. Shoulders drooping when he catches you leaning against the frame of his open door, an equally unamused expression meeting him. Clunking his head obnoxiously back against his bed frame, he grunts in irritation at being caught.

"Were you just standing there the whole time, you perv?" His head lolls onto his shoulder, making no effort to hide the evidence.

Tutting in response, you make your way over to his bed before plucking your used panties. Much too used to this scenario at this point, just because you and Haechan are seeing each other doesn't mean he didn't still go through your laundry. You sigh at the cum soaked material, plonking it onto his stomach. "Not the whole time, at least. Also, do you really think you're in the position to be calling me a perv?"

"Kind of, you just invaded my sanctuary without knocking," He shrugs. "What are you even doing back here anyways? Thought you had a date with lover boy." "First of all, your door was open," You raise a finger before taking a seat at the edge of his bed. Neither of you address the fact that his flaccid dick is out and he's got semen riding up his torso, it's almost comically mundane for you two. "Secondly, we had to call it early because Mark's punk ass busted a flat tire in the middle of nowhere."

"Great," Jaemin puffs.

"And thirdly," Your voice takes on a lower tone, cadence laced with an untraceable motive that has him peeking up in interest. "I don't think you're allowed to get mad at me when you used my panties to get off." He rolls onto his side to get a better look at you, lips quirking when he assesses your features. After years of fucking you, it doesn't take rocket science to know your tells. A twitch of your eyebrow lets him know that you're feeling things that you aren't supposed to be feeling.

"You're being awfully casual about this," Jaemin's own brow quirks, his veiny hand reaching back down to play with his cock ever so subtly, running his fingers down the softened length to entice you. He knows he's on the right track, the way your attention immediately darts to his movements. "I thought you'd be mad at me."

"I am mad," You scoff, toppling over his body and caging him against the wall behind him. Irritation coursing through you when you don't detect a single ounce of guilt or embarrassment. "You're an even worse panty perv than Haechan."

It only hits you then. This isn't Haechan. In fact, it's the polar opposite of your sweet boy. No amount of berating or intimidation could ever make Jaemin falter. The two are similar in the fact that they get off on this, but the latter loves pushing your buttons.

He wants you to succumb to him.

"What's wrong?" Jaemin smirks up at you when you soften above him, leftover cum aiding him in his strokes. Your lips caught between your teeth as his mouth drops open, gasping out in pleasure while he puts on a show for you.

Taunting you with a charming grin, his other hand grazes through your hair, tucking the strays behind your ear. He loves the way you watch him, your thighs clasping together to hide the fact that you're getting wet for him.

"You're so..."

"So..?" He tilts his head, erection springing back to life even harder at the adorable loss for words. "Why don't you show me how mad you are, baby? Teach me a lesson?"

"Jaem, I—"

"What? You can't?" He pouts, hand trailing to the side of your face. Thumb sliding across your bottom lip, cooing at your obedience when you take it into your mouth so pliantly. "C'mon baby. I miss that sweet pussy so much." "But Haechan..." Your eyes gloss over in conflict.

Pulling the thumb away from your mouth, the mood of the room completely shifts. Jaemin holds his pinky out, mischievous demeanor put on pause for just a second. Face somber and completely serious.

"You guys aren't dating yet. I won't say a word if you won't," He swears. "One last time, I promise."

You've been fighting it for a long time. You're sure of it, you were heavily enamoured by Haechan. He delivered in every aspect except a certain inherent need, something that Jaemin could always give with flying colors.

The only one that could turn you into putty with just that damned smirk.

Pinky finger stuck out like it's a seal of fate, you wrap yours around it. Locking them tightly, Jaemin's beyond elated at your agreement.

"One last time," You say.

"One last time."

And with that, he pulls you in close by your interlocked fingers, joining the two of you in a kiss. Instantly sighing in relief, missing the feeling after what feels like ages. Free hand cupping the back of your head to bring you in even closer, parting your lips with his tongue.

Relishing in your moans, he swallows them with glee. Loving the way your arms wrap around his neck, straddling him to mesh your bodies together.

"Mmf, missed this," Jaemin grunts when you take his bottom lip in between your teeth. Cupping your ass under your tiny skirt, he rolls the flesh eagerly. Snapping the elastic against your skin playfully.

"Hey," You giggle, interlocking your fingers to stop him from hiking your panties between your folds. "Fucking weirdo."

"Don't act like you don't love it," He laughs, rolling the two of you over. When you're below him, hair so prettily flowing against his pillows and beautiful neck exposed, he can't help but moan out dreamily. It really has been too long.

"Jaem," You whine, outstretching your hands in a grabby fashion when he goes down to nibble at your thighs. Scent of your arousal wafting his senses, his nose meet your covered core like a pied piper. Thighs snapping shut around his head, it only encourages him to dig deeper.

Strong hands pry them back open, licking you over the black lace. Soaking through them to the point that he can see juices leaking around your thighs. "Wore these for him, didn't you?"

You nod timidly, to which he chuckles lightly. "Did you guys fuck?" Peeking his head out of your skirt to hear your answer properly. When you shake your head, he's over the moon. "Perfect. You're all mine for today, then."

Peeling your panties quickly, he stares at the material with the same vigor he had with the mint colored ones from just a few moments ago. His tongue experimentally dips into the newly wettened panties, eyes rolling back at the extremely fresh wetness.

You moan at the depraved sight, his tongue dangling against the wet fabric with just the tip. Moans reverberating throughout the room at your nectar. Trying to pull him in by the shirt to bring his attention back to you, he blinks away his panty hypnosis. Dreamy grin when he apologizes quietly. "My bad, I just see why Haechan is so into this now."

Relishing in your sweat whines, pestering him to touch you, he climbs back down. Eye to eye with your throbbing core, wet with want. Jaemin always had that effect on you, able to get you giddy just from being in his proximity.

Much too starved from the appetizer, Jaemin dives right in. Tongue pointed and diving straight into your hole, causing you to cry out in euphoria. "Jaemin!" You cry, his fingers digging into the meat of your thighs as his nose rubs to and fro along your clit.

"Fucking love how this cunt tastes," He groans against you. Grunts vibrating against your folds and aiding in the pleasure. Appendage swirling from all four sides of your walls, snaking along the sides before dipping in as deep as his muscle will allow him.

You see those two veins on his neck popping out, straining himself to give it you rough, just the way you love. Taut biceps circling around your thighs to bring you in even closer, a mixture of saliva and arousal leaking down and tickling against your rim. Slimy tongue spitting saliva down your hole. "Tongue feels so g-good, Jaem..." You gasp, hands tangling in his hair as you grind against his face.

Swapping his tongue to your clit and plunging his fingers knuckle deep, he needs no time to adjust before taking on a pace that leaves you dizzy. Fingers reaching deeper than his tongue as it grazes against your spongy wall.

He's fucking drunk off of your taste, deprived from the real thing for so long that he's almost forgotten how good you are. Maybe the fact that you're practically with another man makes the forbidden fruit even sweeter, rapture in taking what's not his. Envisioning Haechan watching you two as he devours you whole, crying out in anguish at his love being pleasured by another.

"J-Jaemin..." You cry, feeling the knot in your stomach about to release as his fingers increase in tempo.

"That's right, baby.. Say my name," Jaemin praises you. Suckling at your clit harshly, unrelenting when he feels you beging to spasm. His free arm circling around your stomach to push you down so you can't run away. "Say it again, and I'll let you cum."

"I— that's embarrassing!" You cover your face.

A stinging slap at the top of thigh spurs you into action, locking eyes with a frightening Jaemin. Devoid of any sympathy and wanting nothing more than to bend you to his will. "Say it."

"J–," A saliva covered tongue darts against your clit, lapping left and right harshly. "Jaemin!"

"Louder!" He snaps his fingers ruthlessly, like he has something to prove. Hitting your g-spot every single time.

"Jaemin, Jaem—! Fuck!" You screech before releasing all over his face, clear liquid coating his entire face translucent. The man beyond insane when he refuses to pause his fingers' thrusting, jaw wretched open to catch every drop you give him. An innate need to ruin you. "Jaem— no!"

Trying to shove him away when he attacks your clit again, he pushes you from the back of your thighs to fold you into yourself. Growling into your cunt deeply as he laps you up until your clean, ignoring your pleads as fat tears roll down your eyes from the overwhelming stimulation.

When he breaks away his hair is a mess, covered from nose to collarbone in your pussy juice. Panting crazily as he wipes at his swollen lips, exposed cock practically weeping with precum. Getting up from the mattress to throw off his shirt and pants angrily, smearing his first orgasm off like it was never there in the first place.

"Want you. Need you, now."

Jaemin doesn't spare you a second of recovery, immediately pulling you by the ankles until your ass is hanging off the bottom of the bed. Tearing your skirt off and ripping at your blouse, buttons popping off mercilessly.

In any other situation you'd yell at him for his haphazard actions. However, you're meeting a completely new side of Jaemin. A man completely malnourished of his desires, taking out his frustrations on the one thing he's wanted most.

You fear the intimacy, yet chase after it. Letting him have his way with you when he pulls at the cups of your matching black bra, suckling as much of your breast as possible. Lapping at the nipple, the leftover droplets of squirt trails along your own body.

"I missed this," You admit aloud, raspy with croaked tears and an overwhelming amount of pleasure.

"Yeah?" Jaemin growls, lining his cock with your weeping hole. Never averting eyes, you gasp when his tip intrudes at your hole. Teasing ever so slightly. You're convinced at this moment you need nothing more than Jaemin. "Bet your sweet boy would die on the inside if he saw you like this, breaking beneath me like a little fuck doll."

As mean as the comment is, it just turns you on even more. Cursing at yourself when a fresh coating of arousal helps Jaemin slide in. Inching in so slowly, girthy cock splitting you open. "Fuck, you like that? You like the thought of cucking Haechan? Letting him see how much of a slut you are?"

"N-no..." You stutter, lips dry when Jaemin makes his way all the way inside. The two of you gasping in unison when he bottoms out. "That's so mean.. I-I love Haechan."

Love?

The word causes a chord to snap in Jaemin. Wanting to take his last time with you slow, but the devil on his shoulder wins. Possessing him, rearing the ugliest side when his hands dig into your hips. Pulling all the way out to the tip, waiting for just a few seconds—

"Jae—?"

And slamming all the way back in, so forceful that he shoves you up the bed several inches. You scream at the pummeling, not able to address the way he grips the back of your thighs. Folding you into a mating press before he climbs up the bed with you.

"Fucking slut," Knees dig harshly into the bed when he slams into you. Squeezing your face to make room for your lips to pucker in, not allowing you a second to realize his intentions before hwacking a wad of spit. Fluid shooting straight down your throat with precision, you cough around it a little before the delicious liquid slides down your throat. "Love? Don't fucking play with me."

"I do!" You scream, finding that your protests cause to him to be even rougher with you. Your ankles practically meeting the sides of your head. "I love Haechan!"

"You love Haechan but I'm fucking you right now, how does that work?" He scoffs at you, laughing maniacally at the tears that wash down your cheeks. Makeup from your prospective date completely ruined, eye makeup trailing down your eyes and lipstick smeared along your ruined lips. "Obviously don't love him enough if you're running back to me like this. Or, don't tell me—"

He brings his lips down to your ear. "He just doesn't fuck you as good as I do?"

When you don't protest, he feels victorious. Length piercing unreachable destinations inside of you. Thighs burning from how far he's stretching your body out. If this was going to he the last time, he was going to leave an impression.

Jaemin's tongue lolls out to slide up the cheek that sheds such sweet tears for him, he loves how every part of you tastes. He wishes to etch it into the most important crevices of his brain.

"You... you do..." You bite against his shoulder, digging your nose into his neck as you peck kisses along the beautiful expanse.

"Hm, baby?" He punctuates with another poignant thrust.

"You fuck me best! You!"

Jaemin has always been fond of you. You're unbelievable. Jaemin's every fantasy manifested into a one single being.

Yet, you could never be his. At least, not in the way he wants you to be.

So the very least he could do was make sure that you would always look back at the memory of him fondly. To remember the ways he would bend you to and fro. To arch your back when a shiver of a flashback invades your mind. To leave such an impression that you wish Haechan could be just like him.

"Love you," He whispers so quietly, he prays you don't hear it. Arms dropping your thighs in exchange for hugging you close, rutting into you like he's lost in heat.

"Jaemin!" You screech, pussy clasping around his cock so tightly. He's lost in your wet walls, wrapping around him like you're sent from heaven. Hips trying to get even more of him greedily. Wetness slapping against the bottom of his abdomen, it's too much to bear.

Wishing that the moment would last forever, he clasps his eyes shut as he fantasizes a scenario where this would only be the first of many times. You'd allow yourself to be his hole that he could take whenever he wanted, whether it be the couch or the kitchen counter.

The head of his cock gets trapped between your walls every time he tries to go too far away, and your legs dig into the bottom of his back painfully to bring him back in. Feeling you get so much tighter that he knows you're about to cum. "C'mon, baby. Cum with me, let me use this pussy one last time."

You look at him worriedly, completely forgetting that his favorite place to cum was inside you. With a pleading face, you could never deny him. Giving him the go ahead with an ardent nod.

He can't help it, when you circle your arms around his neck to pull him down for one last kiss. There's something beyond desire, but you can't push him away. Welcoming his feelings as he spills them inside of you.

Everything is full. Your mouths with battling tongues, your walls being coated in egregious amount of cum, and most of all—

your heart full of unspoken affections that were never expressed before.

He calls your name, eyebrows furrowed together as his orgasm is borderline painful from how much he spills inside of you. Plugging it in all the way to the hilt to let it simmer for awhile, never wanting to leave.

The room reeks of sex, walls swirling around you after such an intense fuck. Feeling the indentations of nail marks along your hips and thighs.

When Jaemin loses his strength, he falls on top of you. A small 'oof!' escaping you when his weight encapsulates you. Still connected even if his cock is beginning to soften.

It shouldn't be allowed. This intimacy, the way he blinks at you slowly and that soft smile that creeps onto his face. You shouldn't be trailing a hand along his face, kissing the corner of his lips longingly.

"Last time," He bargains. Rolling onto his side, taking great care to not pull out. Wanting nothing more than to stay attached to you until there's no other choice than to leave.

"Last time," You emphasize, eyes shutting closed when he pulls you close. His bare chest pressing into your back, you hate how safe you feel. Closing your eyes and allowing Jaemin to press kisses that hold meanings like love letters down your spine. Lips tracing every crevice of your body and memorizing it.

As much as the two of you joked about it. Jaemin really was grieving, but with the last piece of you completing the puzzle, he believes he's gotten the closure he needed. Knowing that your heart has already been captured and that he was just a bit too late—

he's made it to the final stage, he's ready to accept.

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epilogue (weeks later)

"Haechan!" You screech from your bedroom, bursting out with the door slamming against the wall. Steam practically simmering out of your head when you reach your boyfriend who immediately sits up from his spot on the couch.

"Y-yes, sweetheart?" Haechan squeaks, your hands on your hips letting him know that you're beyond pissed.

Jaemin peeks his head out of his lair curiously. Watching the chaos unfold, you're animatedly throwing your arms around as you berate Haechan. An eyebrow cocking upwards before his lips form into an 'o,' muttering an 'oh shit' beneath his breath.

Holding out a defiled set of cotton panties in front of Haechan's face, your boyfriend's mouth drops in sheer confusion. "Wait a secon—"

"We talked about this! If you want to use my panties, you ask!" You stomp your foot onto the carpeted floor. Puffing your chest out, ignoring his protests when you grab his ear.

"But baby! It wasn't me!" Haechan cries out in anguish as you drag him down the hall, neither of you addressing Jaemin as you make it to your room.

Maybe your blind trust in Jaemin was your own fault. But, you couldn't even consider the possibility of it being him after Jaemin solemnly swore to never interfere with you and Haechan's relationship ever again.

However, after carrying the torch that Haechan had left as the notorious panty perv. Jaemin thinks that in the fine lining of the contract, using your panties to jack off was fair game. He definitely should have been stealthier in hiding your panties after he did the deed, but such is life.

When you slam your door shut and Jaemin's ears are flooded by Haechan's obnoxious squeals, he rolls his eyes. Closing his own room to head back to his desk, he pops on his noise canceling headphones. Much too aware that you're about to ride Haechan's dick until he's a crying mess.

In the meantime, an evil smirk appears on his face. He walks over to his night stand and slides open the drawer, pulling out those floral mint panties.

Snickering to himself, he wonders if you're really just that oblivious or if you yourself couldn't keep your promise of your rendezvous' coming to an end.

Whether it's the former or the latter, Jaemin sighs with glee when he takes an obnoxious sniff of your panties.

Ah, bliss.

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author's note: dear anonnie, thank you SO much for your patience. i know this one took much longer than it should have, but i kept on changing the plot around until it was something i could be satisfied with. i hope i was able to deliver.

thank you for participating and making this event so much fun, and thank you for being so fond of not only the panty perv fic but liking it so much you wanted more elaboration on the other characters <3

EDIT: request status — CLOSED

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yourdaddychan · 3 years

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wow-

literally just wow- i genuinely have nothing to say about this please- i cannot explain how much this means to me- there's 1000 of us- *hugs all of you* [ especially the porn bots ] *turns into formal luna asf*

i remember when i started in may, just a tiny chatbot with only one mutual, only known to you guys as [ answer : admin ]. and now, almost a year later, i have 1k of my chainsaw eating demons who are metal as fuck 💪ive learned so much being on tumblr, as a part of both the skz writers community and the chatbot community. ive made a bunch of friends, lost a bunch of ones, and 1k of you stuck with me. i cannot begin to express my gratitude to all of you, and how much all of you and your interactions with me mean to me. all of the simping, the random stories, everything. i cherish all of it, and i love all of you. aight so letz get to the personal thanking asf

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-> you remind me of the color scarlet , because youre a sexy bitch tf and scarlet gives me 'idc what you think im hot' kinda vibes which is like exactly you

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-> you remind me of the color lilac , because it just gives me tsundere vibes, you act like you dont care but really do care :D you liddle sawftie *noms your cheekie*

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-> you remind me of the color cerulean , because its a baby blue and what fits better than a baby blue yk? you're adorable and squishy and i want to nom you 24/7

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-> you remind me of the color seafoam , because it's a very soft and light color yk, you're delicate asf which sounds like a bad thing now that im typing it BUT IT ISNT DSKLDSLK YOURE VERY CUTE YOU AND YOUR FLOOFY COWS :D

@ayolistenupp im kinda... in love with you? wtf? KDSDKSL MY DESI DADDY ASF I LOVE YOU SOER MUCH :D our music nights™️ mean so much to me, like theres just something so personal about listening to what the other person likes to hear even though half of your songs are sexy asf KLDSKLD

-> you remind me of the color ocean , because the ocean is loud but calming yk- like you're full of energy but you're also calming :D

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-> you remind me of grey cause youre a hag- JKJK KDJSD you remind me of the color caramel , because you're sweet, and licherally addictive caramel isnt good for my braces but i keep eating it 😰but youre addictive in a good way :D

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-> you remind me of the color dijon mustard because you just give those hacker vibes please dont hack me after i said this i like to keep my location private

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-> you remind me of the color coffee , not only because youre addicted to it but also because of the way you act, you're like the definition of an old soul- with the words you use, the drama kid you are asf, etc- you're a talented bitch *mwah* i love you so much you also remind me of those movies where they find an old ass book and they kinda hafta dust it off and it gives you treasure or something cause yeah that reminds me meeting you

AIGHT DAS IT ASF MWAH I LOVE YOU ALL :DDD

#if you wanna know more just drop an ask asf #would be cool if i had 1k for 1k but NOOOOO #i have more btw #*dabz*#THE WAY TUMBLR KEEPS GLITCHING BECAUSE THERES TOO MANY WORDS #NOT SEXY TUMBLR

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fiovske · 3 years

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hi im the bisexual maelstrom anon again haha! i didnt plan on responding but i figured i'd clarify it! liam said on talks that the reason he wanted to team with trent was because it'd be the perfect bisexual maelstrom of all of the people caleb had been attracted to in the same place (and he listed by name astrid, jester, eadwulf, and essek). that may not be the exact phrasing but that's the gist. while it was a joke, i feel it just... absolutely bolsters your point about his penchant for drama over characterization. i think it could work with another character, but because caleb's past is so deeply connected to real life issues that carry a deep social stigma in today's world (abuse trauma and PTSD) there's a certain level of responsibility involved with playing these characters. i don't expect liam or anyone to be perfect in portraying characters that are trauma survivors, but i wish he would've thought more deeply about the implications of working with his character's abuser and what kind of message he may be sending to the viewers (and as you pointed out, especially viewers who may identify with caleb/are trauma survivors themselves!) by doing so. i think the idea of the maelstrom would've been much funnier if he had thought about it, and then realized that it was a bad idea and shut the trent discussion down, and then told the fans about it, but now caleb has canonically attempted to convince essek into working with the man who had abused, tortured, and brainwashed him and that is a very upsetting reality for me. i also totally agree with you about how he interacts with fans, i always found it off putting but you put it into words! anyways thank you for the sweet reply to my ask, i'm rooting for you!

ah thanks for clarifying! and holyshit ur so right. it's... man it sucks bc he literally does not care for the real world implications of his character choices and what it means to fans/audience of trauma and abuse. it's the least someone can do when choosing to portray a character w such background and issues. but liam is so in over his head only thinking of his own damn self and his sHakEsPeArEaN dRaMa iS mY pAsSiOn bs that he doesn't spare a thought to however joke-y it might have been... it actually exposes his underlying thinking of how the choices he makes are less character/narrative based and more "what will be SO DRAMATIC that I am the centre of spotlight no matter what happens?? hmm...." vibes to it.

and thank you for ur kind words! means a lot to me 🤍

#mail tag #cr critical

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It just feels like Marvel movies are all gradually coalescing into the same genre, tone and sense of humor that’s in the vogue these days. Like yes, even when it first started out the MCU movies were all technically the same genre, being superhero movies, but the IM had a redemption and irreverent humor, CA delivered a sentimental WWII war story, Thor was grand Shakespearean drama integrated into the genre, and now they’re all starting to feel like quip machine action flicks. (pt 1)

For sure, they were consistent without being monotonous. You got different kinds of protagonist and different themes within a broadly similar tonal framework. That was what made the MCU so successful; audiences knew what sort of story to expect, but it still had a lot of novelty and variety in narrative approach.

If everything becomes an amorphous blob of samey pandering, you’ll probably still clean up on opening weekends, but you’ll lose audience investment and have less and less staying power.

Part 2 of your ask seems to have been eaten by tumblr :(

#mcu

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viralhottopics · 7 years

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Breaking bad: Hollywood wakes up to the power of dark, dangerous women

Forget the sobbing suffering beauty. From Rebecca Halls unlikable newsreader to Jessica Chastains ruthless lobbyist, this is the year of the unsympathetic, deeply flawed femme. Thank goodness for that

The good news is that there are some great female characters coming up in the cinema in 2017. The bad news, if youre looking for inspirational feminist role models, is that you wont always find them in the movies. Lurking behind such obvious audience-pleasing instances of fine upstanding womanhood as Taraji P Henson plotting a course through the cosmos in Hidden Figures, or Rachel Weisz taking antisemitism to court in Denial, lies a monstrous army of deeply flawed femmes perverse, prickly, deluded, depressed, obsessive, venal, scary. Well, I say hurrah for that.

First up, though, is the unfeasibly perfect Natalie Portman in Pablo Larrans Jackie, not so much a biopic of Jacqueline Kennedy as a tone poem evoking its subjects transformation from trophy wife via weeping widow into American icon, a makeover forged by grief. In recreating a historical event made to seem ever more removed from reality by more than half a century of Zapruder, Warhol and conspiracy theorising, the film-maker and his leading lady transport us back to basics: the barely imaginable horror of witnessing your husbands brains being blown out. Portman knocks it out of the park, giving a masterclass in suffering beautifully.

And I mean beautifully. Whereas the likes of Claire Danes and Laura Dern convey excoriating emotional pain by snivelling like you and me, cry-faces scrunched up and shoulders heaving, Portman weeps like a lady, trying to blink back her tears, elegant eyebrows rearing up like rival caterpillars to greet each other across her lightly furrowed brow. She cries cute, a fan comments beneath one of the supercuts of Portmans comely blubbing in everything from Lon to V for Vendetta to the Star Wars prequels to Black Swan. And Larrans camera loves her, whether shes crying in the shower or chaperoning her husbands coffin on Air Force One.

Tippi Hedren in Hitchcocks The Birds. Photograph: Allstar/Cinetext/Universal

There is something exquisitely cinematic in the suffering of women, and depicting their torment in big closeup has long been a favourite pursuit of male auteurs. How often do their cameras linger on womens pleasure? Try to think of great actressy moments in the cinema and the memory veers towards heartbreak more than happiness or fulfilment. Greta Garbo may have laughed in Ninotchka, but this was already so atypical that the publicity department bragged about it on the poster.

No wonder there have been so many films about Joan of Arc – all that in-your-face spiritual agony, with the religious element providing a righteous front for the voyeuristic revelling in pain. In The Passion of Joan of Arc, Carl Dreyer dwells on Falconettis sublime anguish so relentlessly his camera is practically lapping up her tears. One thinks of the womens pictures of Douglas Sirk or Max Ophls, or Rainer Werner Fassbinder (Margit Carstensen in The Bitter Tears of Petra von Kant), or Meryl Streep tortured by Sophies Choice, or, more recently, Nicole Kidman in Birth, or Marion Cotillard howling the roof down in La Vie en Rose or Rust and Bone.

Alfred Hitchcock pretty much dedicated his career to putting his leading ladies through the wringer, and duly subjected Joan Fontaine, Ingrid Bergman and Kim Novak to the sort of carefully calibrated mistreatment guaranteed to make them look more alluring than ever. This tendency reached its apex in The Birds, where Tippi Hedren starts off as the epitome of cool blonde chic (impeccable coiffure, spotless suit and pearls) and ends up decoiffed, streaked with blood, her nylons laddered a traumatised victim of assault. Hitchcock is clearly getting off on it. Male directors, few of them attractive physical specimens themselves, like nothing better than to knock perfect leading actresses off their pedestals.

The most Hitchcockian heroine of 2016 was Amy Adams in Tom Fords Nocturnal Animals. Adams plays Susan, a super-soigne Los Angeles art gallery owner who lives in a concrete and glass Bel Air mansion and sports impeccable maquillage, preternaturally straight hair, high-tone couture (as youd expect in a film from the former creative director of Gucci), statement jewellery so pronounced you half expect it to start talking and a fabulously good-looking husband who keeps her in the style to which she is accustomed.

Perfectly flawed Amy Adams as Susan Morrow in Nocturnal Animals. Photograph: Merrick Morton/Universal

But, this being a revenge thriller (albeit not necessarily the sort that youre expecting) the delivery of the manuscript of a novel by her first husband throws a spanner into the perfection. Unlike Hitchcock, Ford is a prime physical specimen, and one can safely assume his interest in her downfall isnt so much sexual as conjuring classic Hollywood by expressing emotion via screen style. But many filmgoers have felt alienated by Susan not being sympathetic, and condemnations of the film as misogynistic are not hard to find. A love letter to sexist movies (Bitch Flicks); epitomises salacious, exploitative misogyny (Ruthfully Yours); an ugly, mean-spirited story from start to finish, with a deep misogyny at its core (Bouquets & Brickbats).

I suppose if you like your films to be purveyors of Old Testament-style justice, in which anything unpleasant that may happen to, say, a career woman must be de facto punishment for sins she has committed, then Fords treatment of her is as cruel as that of her ex-husband. But Nocturnal Animals is a cautionary tale, not a moral one. I prefer to think of Susan as a tragically flawed human being, wrestling with lifes complexities and suffering the consequences of her own misguided decisions, yet in control of her own destiny, just like all the best male movie characters. Im not interested in watching the hackneyed rise and fall and rise again of a one-dimensional paragon who learns from her mistakes, triumphs over sexist opposition and emerges in the third act as a shining feminist role model. I want compelling drama and dark nights of the feminine soul. I want Shakespearean, and if that means a character suffering, so be it.

And it looks as if 2017 might be stepping up to bat. Brace yourself for a coven of female characters who are no more sympathetic than Susan. Prepare to see them make awful decisions and do bad things, with results that are sometimes tragic, sometimes comic, sometimes both simultaneously. In Christine, Rebecca Hall gives a fearlessly unlikable performance as an ambitious Florida newscaster whose refusal to play the game leads her into some very dark places. In Miss Sloane, Jessica Chastain is bracingly uningratiating as a ruthless Washington DC lobbyist. In Elle, Isabelle Huppert plays a chilly businesswoman who reacts to being raped by refusing to embrace the traditional movie roles of victim, survivor or avenger, instead striking out into unexpected and distinctly uncomfortable territory.

Elle trailer: Isabelle Huppert stars in Paul Verhoevens noir thriller exclusive video

All these are hints that the next few months could be one of the most promising seasons for choice female roles in years, and what is especially exciting is that female film-makers visions are at last entering the picture. In the three chapters of Certain Women, Kelly Reichardt presents the non-glamorous lives of Laura Dern, Michelle Williams and Lily Gladstone in a precisely observed manner that is the opposite of melodramatic, though one of the segments will still break your heart. Maren Ades Toni Erdmann may be named after the grotesque alter ego of its leading male character, but its chiefly about the strained relationship with his daughter (Sandra Hller), a workaholic businesswoman leading a bleak life in Bucharest. Like Reichardt, Ade isnt in a hurry and prefers slice of life to glamour, but the film packs at least two audience-pleasing highlights to rank with any by commercial Hollywood.

But you dont have to settle for realism, because the more we see movies by female film-makers, the more its evident that the female point of view, like the male one, is not some homogeneous, touchy feely Mama Mia!-type hoedown. Alice Lowe stars in her own directing debut, the deliciously mean-spirited Prevenge, as a pregnant woman whose foetus urges her to kill, and kill again. Lowes Arnold Bennett-ish ear for one-liners, insight into hormonal chaos, and gleeful splatter combine to present a female POV youve never seen before. From the other side of the Atlantic, Anna Biller pays visual homage to the colourful style of 1970s occult thrillers in The Love Witch, the tale of a Californian femme fatale (Samantha Robinson) whose love spells have bloody consequences, but gives the story a modern feminist twist.

Alice Lowe as a woman whose foetus urges her to kill in horror flick Prevenge. Photograph: Western Edge Pictures

And while there is no UK release date for it yet, keep your eyes peeled for Julia Ducournaus Raw, the best and bloodiest slice of body horror since David Cronenberg in his prime. Its about a naive French veterinary student (Garance Marillier) whose hair-raising rite of passage includes brutal hazing, eating raw liver, cannibalism and the funniest, most gruesome bikini waxing ever filmed.

Theres more than enough room for all these films. Some you may love, others you might loathe, but there is no longer any excuse to pin feminist hopes and dreams on to a single film or female character. We contain multitudes.