#they just care each other sm 🥺makes me v soft

[snouse]

[4dtk]

ok so my mind is all over the place right now, but i really do need to read a good jaemin sm*t fic aka corruption king. he makes you wear this/this outfit (IM SORRY i cant choose between the two but pls pick what u think is best 🥺) because you'd always wear baggy clothes/hoodies and he just wants to make his baby feel good? an aggressively playful jaem with his shy gf and a quote, "don't hide your pretty face from me"

IM ALIVE. IM ALIVE???????? oh my gosh anon i am SO SORRY for ghosting you. if anyone sees this i was given an emergency commission by my brother and so i went mia and went crazy trying to finish it and i got so busy... i also had no motivation so there’s that. i am SO sorry bro oh my gosh. anyway, i picked out the second outfit anon <3. (read up on the update of my event at the bottom of this post!!!!!)

pairing: jaemin x reader

warnings: soft dom!jaemin, sub!reader, jaemin calls her ‘princess’ and ‘good girl’, corruption kink, virginity loss (if you consider it to be p in v sex, they both have done oral before), clothed sex (lingerie), fingering, vaginal penetration, clit stimulation, fondling, cowgirl, unprotected sex, implication of more than one round, n*sfw under the cut

jaemin’s eyes are glued to the screen more than you liked, looking left to right like he’s reading something before scrolling to something else. it carries on for a while, and as much as you hated his gaming nights, that was more fun (with the chaos from the other dreamies) than just sitting in silence.

but whenever you tried to look over to the screen, your boyfriend would flash his signature pout and mention how you weren’t supposed to see what he was doing. and with one final click, jaemin hums happily while your frown only deepens, fading fast when the laptop is forgotten and he tackles you into a hug.

“alright, alright, i’m here now, baby,” jaemin mumbles into your neck, missing how your expression drifts to the computer screen every few seconds. it doesn’t provide any explanation since the tab’s closed and the screen black but, you trust jaemin enough to commit himself fully to you. his hands distract you from your thoughts, however, feeling the coldness of his skin upon yours under your oversized tee.

“you’re never out of my t-shirts, huh?” jaemin giggles from above you, gentle fingers brushing away the strands of hair falling from your face. “i’ll get you in some lingerie next, alright?” all doubt is gone from your head for good when he starts kissing you down from your neck to your chest, fingers leaving a blazing trail behind them with each inch down your body. the boys already know that they won’t have to come home, after a quick rushed text in the midst of kissing (where the warnings were given so often that they could decode any gibberish jaemin sends).

“(y/n)?” mark calls out into the house the next day just as they were leaving, the forgetful boy having had to come back in and take his in-ear monitors while the others had already left in haste. no one saw the package outside their door but mark, who bids you goodbye after you sleepily receive the package. too tired and groggy to actually do anything, you just leave it on the empty sheets beside you.

until jaemin’s text wakes you up later asking if he’s received anything.

[2:01pm, read] Hi my love, anything come in the mail this morning?

you hum at the notification, memory resetting at how mark gave you the parcel before leaving.

[2:03pm, delivered] uh huh, what about it?

[2:03pm, read] :)

[2:04pm, read] Oh nothing, just a little present I picked out for my pretty princess. I want to come home to you wearing it, nothing else. It’s time I spoiled you. Love you

you’re quick to think of all the times jaemin did spoil you, which was admittedly too much for you too, but one more present didn’t help especially if it’s something he specifically chose. could it be the website he was yesterday…?

you’re undoubtedly still a little cautious, opening the plastic with carefulness in case that it was for someone else, but when it uncovers itself, a gasp makes its way onto your face. behind the noisy synthetic was a set that was so intricately detailed that it looked almost fragile. with the straps running thin, you’d think they would snap, and the thong attracted to the leotard-like apparel looked uncomfortable to wear.

sighing, you were unsure of whether to go through with it since you know jaemin would never force you into something you didn’t like and yet — there was thrill in the unknown, of something you hadn’t experienced one bit and the one thing you always wanted to try out, lingerie. it wasn’t like a sin or anything, but oversized clothes were always your go-to: convenient, comfortable, some smelled like your sweet, sweet boyfriend, who could go wrong with those?

but while you enjoyed your laze arounds in oversized fabric, a part of you hoped the see your physique in some tight-fitting clothes every once in a while. maybe some part of you could drink yourself incoherent and impulse purchase a bodycon dress, maybe your friends would convince you to get some raunchy sets for your own empowerment. and while you didn’t have any issues with your body, it just felt… off.

well, jaemin was determined to change that.

the argument in your friend group turned out very one-sided, getting an overflow of messages that encouraged you to wear the piece, “im sure youll look dashing!!!!!”, “remember to take a pic for us babe”, “Oh! Is this the set he chose? That’s so cute, wish my boyfriend would’ve gotten me these.”

[5:56pm, delivered] how did you know which website he got them from???

and your friends answered like it was the simplest question in the world: “he asked us, dummy.”

every part of the bodtsuit sliding onto your body felt weird, and despite the unfamiliar sight in front of you, you can’t help but smile as you finish it off with the translucent lacey skirt. and while sometimes unfamiliar felt bad, you’ve never admired your body this much in stark white lace against your skin (and the cute little bunny tail at the back), the contrast complementing the whole look even more. you get so caught up in the view in the mirror that—

“oh, wow,” jaemin bursts into the room, not expecting you to be already changed, “you actually— holy fuck.”

“jaemin, can you— the door’s open, oh my god.” covering your face didn’t do the trick, feeling the heat of your cheeks via your palms.

instead of closing it, he just laughs, mostly in disbelief of how fucking delicious you look, but also at your confidence that shines, as well as how much he’s going to ruin you. it’s all it takes for jaemin to stalk over to you and within a few steps, he has your lips captured in a passionate kiss. he’s eager, needy, both hands already exploring your body while he tries to devour more and more but it’s never enough. not when you look like the most beautiful thing from head to toe.

his words, not yours. “baby, princess, oh my god,” jaemin has his forehead to yours, staring intently into your eyes that only the slam of the door by renjun and his shout of ‘close the damn door!’ brings him out of the spell he was under.

“god, you’re stunning.” everything is blurred after that. jaemin tackles you to the bed, a hand already moving to the thin piece of fabric. just like he assumes, you’re soaking wet from merely kissing, whining into him and squirming about on the sheets at the unfamiliar sensation. but you remember — unfamiliar isn’t always bad, and jaemin proves it when he slips a finger into you. his mouth doesn’t rest.

it’s thicker than yours and it’s so different from just the tongue that you cry out from the feeling. “that alright, darling?” the consent alone has you moving your hips onto his finger for more friction, testing the waters more even after telling your boyfriend how scary penetration was. well, you didn’t seem to think so so much now, asking quietly for a second finger.

“j—jaemin, please. feels s’good…” you’re whimpering out once he shoves in two more fingers, the stretch stinging just a little. pleasure takes over soon enough, your arousal acting as lube for jaemin’s fingers, while his other hand plays with your breasts over the lingerie. his tongue darting out to flick at your nipples through the fabric and the stimulation makes you squeal.

“yeah? such a good girl for me.” he praises, eyes glued on how he picks you apart piece by piece, inch by inch until you’ll be nothing but a babbling mess for him and while he does that, he still would prioritise your comfort above anything else. “d’you think it’s enough for my cock, baby? or would you rather stick to—” jaemin is anything but impatient, and yet he can only manage a shaky breath everytime his eyes land on the very outfit he picked out.

jaemin pumps his fingers a few more times and that has only got you moaning louder and louder, eyes observing yours attentively, “—oral?” before the other could delve into your cunt, your grasping at his arms, words not coming out despite your mouth moving.

“jae— i… you— uhm,” you’re having trouble forming sentences, something that jaemin isn’t a stranger to especially in the bedroom. he always has you at his mercy when his tongue flicks over your clit, juices staining his chin until you’d tell him you couldn’t cum any more. this time was no different: begging for something, anything, and he would get his answer when you claw at his pants. “i-i want your cock, jaemin. i want it in me, fuck— anything, please!”

your boyfriend admires the way your face scrunches up when you first sink down onto his cock, hands carefully placed on his still clothed body as you shiver at the sensation of him filling you up. “breathe, princess, breathe.” the stretch is worst than when he had his fingers in you, but you follow his instructions exceptionally well, gasping when he bottoms out completely.

“oh my god… f-fuck…“ it comes out in between choked moans, your words and mewls, tensing up just as jaemin slowly thrusts up his hips into yours. it’s terribly lewd, everything from how your hips subconsciously move or the slutty way you moaned out that you cover your face. “oh— wow…” you can’t help but mimic your boyfriend’s words from earlier as you start moving up and down, juices running down your thighs and onto his balls. your skin burns and so does your thighs even though you just started, but you try anyway. Your hands hardly shield you from jaemin’s lusty gaze.

“am i doing okay, jaem?”

he offers a gentle smile in the midst of pleasure, in the midst of feeling your pussy clench around him and suck him in so nicely that he doesn’t just have to fuck his fist any more, and it’s shaky at best but it’s the most he can manage as he feels your gummy walls around his length. “you’re doing great, pretty girl, just don’t— mhhm… don’t hide your pretty face from me.” and it’s all you need to remove your hands and keep at your own pace, especially with something so big in your cunt for the first time. 

jaemin helps, too, with his hips, bucking up into your pussy while his hands guide your waist, until he finds that it’s too addicting at your dripping cunt meeting his pelvis each time. he thrusts up once, twice, grinning in relief when you submit to him almost immediately and he takes advantage right away. “poor baby was tired, huh?” the way he bucks up into you is criminal, each thrust meeting your ass with wet slaps as your moans mixed with the other’s.

“you feel so good, baby. you’re making me feel so good, such a good girl.” all the praise gets to your head, only making you whine into thin air before you’re yanked into his chest. “that’s it, hang onto me while i pound you.” there, all you’re doing is crying out into his neck, with a mixture of his name and incoherent sentences.

“i— wanna- i wanna cum, jaem! fuck…“ you mewl into his neck, a desperate hand slipping in between your bodies to rub at your clit. it’s rushed, and jaemin doesn’t even have time to ask you before you’re releasing all over his cock, juices coating his length while he continues to thrust, albeit slowly.

“oh my— oh my god! s-shit, baby, you’re cumming so much.” you giggle at that, high from the orgasm that you can only manage sounds as he slowly pulls out. he mutters praises as he does, “oh, you’re such a pretty little thing, aren’t you?” putting on that piece of clothing was the best decision of the boring day, eyelids falling heavily from the climax until you realise how jaemin sacrified something.

“jaemin! you— you didn’t release yet, right?” even with your first time, you’re still so caring, giving you the same smile he did earlier. he hums softly.

“it’s okay, i’ll manage. you get some rest and i’ll wake you up when it’s time for—”

“o-oh, uhm, we’re done?” jaemin’s smile has never been wider, a hint of slyness behind it.

“you want more, baby?” you’re ashamed at how quickly you nod and jaemin’s impressed at how you’ve already succumbed to the pleasure. you move your hips subtly, pussy lips brushing against his cock ever so slightly. jaemin sighs. “well, should we test how long you’ll last? don’t worry, i’ll guide you, princess.”

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