#but HOW I LOVED SLIGHTLY POSSESSIVE!JAEM

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my god, that was... EVERYTHING

Opposites Attract [ZCL/NJM] (M)

Description: Your relationship with Jaemin started out simple--friends with benefits with zero complications...until there was one. That complication's name is Zhong Chenle, and after Jaemin agrees to expand your exclusivity deal to involve him, there's only one logical thing left to do...

Genre: Smut. That's it. It's literally 4.4k worth of smut.

This was a request! Thank you for requesting what turned into what is most likely the longest sex scene I have ever written LOL (and to the other anon in my inbox, my wonderfully Jaemle-fied brain is coming for you next)

Content Warnings: Explicit, rough, unprotected sex (don't do the unprotected part), Chenle says pretty girl again (not sorry) and also slut because duality (again?), Jaemin says princess and whore once i think? Overstimulation !!! and crying because of that...oh and also threesome? didn't know if that was clear lol

Word Count: 4,392

Pairing: Zhong Chenle x Reader x Na Jaemin (the lack of Jaemle gifs is a literal crime so HERE is a picture I found off the internet)

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Your arrangement is out of the ordinary, sure, but none of you are complaining. It started off fairly simple, with just you and Jaemin having your way with each other whenever you felt like it. You’d been friends with the boys practically forever at this point—you never kept secrets from them, and they never kept them from you, either.

That is…until you and Jaemin agreed to be friends with benefits. You both were much too busy to have anything real, and there honestly wasn’t anyone else you’d trust enough to not blab about it to all the other boys.

Chenle snuck his way in, figuratively and literally. You and Jaemin were normally very, very careful with this. None of the boys even had suspicions.

In group settings, he treats you like he treats the rest of them.

In private? You’re his princess, and he worships the ground you walk on.

That day, Jaemin texted you asking you to come over. It was the middle of the afternoon, and your activities were usually saved for nighttime. Either way, you didn’t hesitate. After almost six months of this arrangement, your body automatically responded to him. He never let you down.

He must’ve been frustrated about something because the two of you didn’t make it past the couch to his bedroom. Both of you were shirtless and he was pressed between your legs when his front door opened. Jaemin immediately pressed his chest to yours to cover you the best he could.

“Six months of everyone being ignorant to this has not been long enough,” Jaemin groaned, looking up at Chenle standing in the doorway.

He blinked rapidly at the two of you, in shock more than anything else. Nobody had even come close to suspecting the two of you.

“Dude,” Jaemin said. “Do you mind turning around so I can make sure she’s decent?”

“Yeah, duh. Shit.” Chenle whipped around to stare at the door, tugging his fingers through his hair.

Jaemin quickly grabbed your shirt and whispered an apology and a promise to make it up to you later. You took a deep breath and sat up on the couch, patting your cheeks to snap yourself out of your Jaemin haze.

“I didn’t know you two were a thing.” Chenle turned back to you, arms crossed over his chest.

You and Jaemin glanced at each other before Jaemin replied, “We’re not.”

“Oh, right. I forget that people who aren’t involved have sex all the time. Which is like…the definition of involved.” Chenle quirked an eyebrow.

“We’re not dating, is what he means.” You tried to explain it without spelling it out for him.

“So, he wouldn’t be mad if I asked you for a turn?” Chenle looked at Jaemin, a smirk tugging at the corner of his lips. “You’d be perfectly okay with that?”

Jaemin’s jaw tightens. “It’s…Don’t be an idiot. There’s no feelings or dating, but it’s still exclusive.”

“Jaem.” You paused and studied Chenle closely. The way your mind strayed could simply be because you were interrupted right when an indescribable amount of heat flooded your body, but at this point, it didn’t even matter.

“What?”

“Why don’t we let him watch?” You tugged Jaemin closer to you and made brief eye contact with him before you dipped down to leave open-mouthed kisses along his neck.

Jaemin let out a shaky breath. “Is that what you want?”

“Ask him.”

Chenle stood there, watching you with laser focus as your hand moved down to palm Jaemin’s bulge through his jeans. His lips parted, tongue running over the edges of his teeth.

“Well?” Jaemin sighed. “Sit down and watch or get the fuck out.”

Without wasting another second, Chenle sat in the recliner and rested his elbows on his knees while he leaned forward.

You did this for two reasons—one, you’d always been attracted to Chenle. You’d always wondered what it’d be like to screw around with him, too, but that was mostly before things started with Jaemin. Two, having someone watch the two of you meant Jaemin would be going all out. He’d want to turn you into a moaning mess, to show that he was the one who made you feel good.

Jaemin is a tender lover, the type that memorizes every inch of your body and uses it accordingly. He’d be rough with you if you asked him too, but his favorite thing is watching you fall apart over and over again as he takes his time and pays attention to details. He knows when you’re close, the specific way to rub your clit to send you over the edge when his hips rutt against yours.

That day, Chenle did watch you. He didn’t get to do much more than that, but he got to witness the way Jaemin worshiped you. The way every single touch of his was deliberate in bringing you to the utmost peak of your pleasure—you went higher and higher every time you were with Jaemin.

He didn’t just watch, though. Not when Jaemin’s head was buried between your thighs, tongue-fucking you to oblivion. Chenle had taken himself out of his shorts and jerked himself off to the sound of your pleasure. When Jaemin finally slid his thick cock into you, he buried his head in your neck and kissed, licked, nipped, everything you liked. He fucked you with such precision, all while you were spread out wide on his couch, fully naked and on display for Chenle.

Jaemin paid him no attention. Only you. Only ever you.

“You fuck her raw?” Chenle’s voice was strained as his hand matched the pace Jaemin thrusted into you.

“Feels good.” Jaemin nodded, breath hitching when you clench around him. “Such a tight little pussy.”

A moan slipped past Chenle’s lips. The sound had you digging your nails into Jaemin’s shoulders. At that moment, you made eye contact with Chenle, and his hand jerked his cock faster. He started cursing quietly, eyebrows furrowing as he neared his end. Jaemin reached between the two of you and rubbed his perfect circles on your clit, and as your orgasm hit you hard, your back arched and you couldn’t contain your scream of pleasure.

When your vision unblurred, you saw Chenle with ropes of white on his T-shirt and his head dropped against the back of the chair. He gulped, trying his best to calm down. Jaemin groaned in your ear and spilled deep inside you, rocking his hips to help you come down from one of the best orgasms you’d had in a long time.

A week or so later when Jaemin gave you permission to initiate a similar relationship with Chenle, you didn’t hesitate. Luckily for you, Jaemin wasn’t possessive, and as long as you were still equally as interested in him, he didn’t care if you fucked Chenle, too.

The first time you did, you were floored and amazed by the differences between the two. Jaemin was tender, caring, gentle. You were royalty in his eyes, something to be worshiped. Chenle, on the other hand, was rough by default. He called you names that had your toes curling that Jaemin would probably punch him in the face for saying.

From that day forward, you fucked one of the two depending on your mood. They respected it and never questioned you, and the arrangement worked so well. Although the two of them stayed separate—they’d never fucked you at the same time, nor did either of them suggest it.

A shame, really.

And now, here you are—surrounded by your five oblivious friends and your two fuck buddies. What could go wrong?

Jaemin was good at being subtle, but when Chenle wanted to fuck you, you knew. A dark look would form in his eyes and they’d sharpen. Jaemin showed his want in more subtle ways, like when his touch would linger a tad too long on your shoulder, or when he’d move past you and touch your waist.

After the rest of the boys leave, Chenle and Jaemin stay behind. This isn’t unnatural, and honestly, they’ve been closer lately than they’ve been in a long time. You settle between them on the couch, closing your eyes and leaning your head on Chenle’s shoulder.

“You okay?” he asks.

“Yeah.” You nod.

Chenle puts his hand on your thigh, moving it higher and higher until it sits at the edge of your denim shorts. You immediately clench your legs together. Since that first time Chenle watched you and Jaemin, nothing like that had happened again. To have him touching you like this with Jaemin right next to you spurs thoughts in you that you’re unsure if either of them would be down with.

Chenle’s fingers slide beneath your shorts, teasingly rubbing along your skin. You glance over at Jaemin, sucking in a sharp breath when you see his eyes locked where you’re being touched.

“Look at you, Princess.” He clicks his tongue, brushing your hair behind your ear. “He’s barely touching you.”

Wetness pools at your core.

Chenle drags his nails across the hem of your panties. “Always so wet and ready. Bet you’d beg for cock, wouldn’t you?”

“Wouldn’t she look so good stuffed with two?” Jaemin reaches beneath your shirt and tugs your bra down to free your breasts. You gasp when he rolls your nipple.

“Fuck, she’d go crazy with you fucking her pussy and me fucking that pretty mouth.” His moves further, barely brushing against your clothed core. “What do you say, pretty girl? You want us both?”

Between Chenle’s teasing and Jaemin playing with your breasts, you can’t do anything but whine. You’ve dreamed of taking them both since Chenle watched you and Jaemin.

“Of course, she does,” Jaemin coos. “Look at her squirming already. We’ve barely even touched her.”

“Please.” You gasp, lifting your hips to try and get Chenle to apply more pressure.

“Who do you want to stretch you out?” Jaemin asks, pulling your shirt over your head before quickly unclasping your bra. “Don’t be shy, baby. Tell us who you want.”

“Both,” you moan. “Don’t stop touching me, please.”

Jaemin leans down to kiss over your chest while Chenle’s lips connect with your neck. You whimper, toes already curling at the feeling of their tongues leaving wet trails on you.

Chenle pops the button on your shorts, the undeniably simple motion making heat swarm every inch of your body. He tugs them off of you. You’re left in a pair of lace panties, but both of the boys are fully clothed. You pull Jaemin away from your breasts to kiss him hard, fumbling with the buttons on his shirt while Chenle fingers dance down your body to your core.

“God, Jaem, she’s soaked.” Chenle lets out a relaxed sigh. “Perfect little cockslut.”

When a shudder runs through you, Jaemin hums against your lips. “Did you like that, Princess? You like when he touches your pretty pussy while he thinks about fucking you like a whore?”

As the words leave Jaemin’s mouth, Chenle’s thumb presses against your clit through your panties and you slam your thighs together. Holy shit, that really just came out of his mouth. Your legs shake as you squirm.

“Don’t be like that,” Jaemin says, gripping one of your thighs while the other man grabs the other. The two of them wrench them apart so Chenle can continue his work.

“You want me to make you cum?” he asks, lips brushing the tip of your ear. “Gonna make you finish so much today, and you’re gonna take it like the good little slut you are.”

You nod, dropping your head back on the cushions. “Please. Please.”

He moves your soaked panties to the side, sliding two fingers in with ease. His palm presses into your clit with every thrust of his hand, and his tongue licks along your pulse. The two men are much too strong, and any attempts to close your legs is futile.

Jaemin latches on to the other side of your neck, nipping the base of it. You try your best to rock your hips, but the magic happening inside you doesn’t require your help. It never does when it comes to them.

Chenle adds a third, breath shuddering at how easy you take it, how much the wetness gushes around his fingers.

“Look at you,” Jaemin whispers. “So good at taking what we give you.”

You can’t even come up with coherent words. You end up mumbling gibberish at him as the bubble starts to form. It takes one last brush of Chenle’s palm on your sensitive bud to send you flying over the edge, your back arching as a scream leaves your lips.

The three of you sit in silence for a moment, even as Chenle gently thrusts his hand to help you come down from your high. The only sound is your rough breathing.

Jaemin reaches up to caress your face. “Why don’t you go wait in the bedroom? We’ll be in in a second.”

Although the last thing you want to do is separate yourself from them, you stand on shaky legs anyway. Chenle quickly grabs a handful of your ass, squeezing it before giving it a rough smack.

You’re only alone for a couple minutes at most before they follow you in. Having them both in front of you and towering over you is intimidating this way, but you don’t shy away from them.

Chenle grabs a pillow from the bed, tossing it on the floor in front of Jaemin while the latter pulls his shirt over his head and starts undoing his pants. 

“Didn’t want you to hurt your knees while you suck my cock,” Jaemin says, gesturing to the pillow. “Take your panties off and show me why you deserve to get fucked.”

You quickly do what he says, knees sinking into the soft fabric as your mouth waters at the sight of him pulling his pants down. You’re so concentrated on Jaemin, you almost don’t notice Chenle below you. His head rests down on the pillow, his hands already moving to explore the expanse of your legs.

“What are you doing?” Your face burns at the thousands of thoughts racing through you brain.

“None of that.” Jaemin grips your chin and lifts so you have to look at him. “Don’t pay him any attention when I need you like this.”

His shirt is absent from his chest, hard planes of muscle on display for you. You crave to lick him all over. He pushes his jeans and his boxers down his legs, eyes closing when you waste no time. You wrap your hand around his rock hard cock, jerking him slowly while you prepare yourself to take him in your mouth.

You take his tip in your mouth, swirling your tongue around. When you feel Chenle’s hands exploring the back of your thighs, you gasp. Jaemin uses the opportunity of your widened mouth to push himself further inside. He gently grips your hair, guiding you since you’re so distracted by what the other man is doing between your legs. You try to breathe through your nose, hollow your cheeks, do anything to aid in Jaemin’s pleasure, but your entire body shudders when Chenle squeezes your ass. You moan, reaching forward to grip Jaemin’s legs. That’s the only way you’ll keep yourself afloat between the both of them.

Your eyes water when Jaemin hits the back of your throat, causing it to constrict around him. He lets out a groan, his grasp tightening slightly. You feel Chenle shift below you, but you’re much too preoccupied to ask or see what he’s doing.

Hands still massaging your ass, Chenle presses a kiss to your throbbing clit. Your whine is barely heard while muffled by the cock thrusting into your mouth. Your knees wobble as Chenle flattens his tongue and licks up your slit, nails digging into your skin.

“That’s it, Princess,” Jaemin coos. “Your mouth is so perfect.”

You take initiative then, bobbing your head and taking him in as deep as you can while you grind down on Chenle’s tongue. Your moans increase in frequency as his lips wrap around your bud and his fingers circle your entrance.

Between the heavy cock on your tongue and the stimulation of your clit, your orgasm builds much faster than you anticipate. You never want this to be over. All you want is to be between them forever, feeling unimaginable pleasure at their hands.

“You’re doing so good,” Jaemin mutters.

You’re building and building and building, and then Chenle curls his fingers, and you scream around Jaemin. His hips buck involuntarily into your face, slamming his tip into the back of your throat. He pulls out of your mouth, chest heaving as he watches you crumble onto the man below you.

Chenle yanks you down until you’re sitting on his face, and he brings you down from your high gently.

“Fuck, that was close,” Jaemin groans, tugging his fingers through his hair. “Let her go now.”

One last lick to your entrance, and Chenle’s sliding out from under you, offering you help in standing up. His face glistens with your arousal, and unbelievably, it sends another wave of heat through your body. You kiss him, sighing at the taste of yourself on his lips.

Jaemin’s hands find your waist, squeezing you gently. “Get on the bed, baby. All fours.”

Your body is tingling from your recent orgasm when you pull away from Chenle to do as Jaemin says. Barely able to hold yourself up, you clench around nothing in excitement when the bed dips behind you.

They’re both out of sight, but you can always tell who’s touching you. Jaemin’s touches were soft and deliberate, and Chenle’s were rough and messy. Two completely different styles, but either way, they had you craving them both somehow.

“You ready for me?” Jaemin whispers, teasing your cunt with his cock. “You’re so fucking soaked.”

You only have to wonder about Chenle briefly, wondering where he’s at, because he climbs on the bed in front of you, the rest of his clothes shed and precum dripping from his tip. Your mouth waters all over again.

“Go easy on me, pretty girl.” Chenle bunches your hair in a ponytail. “I still want to fuck you when he’s done.”

Your eyes widen. Knowing Jaemin, there’s no way he’ll fuck you without making you cum. You’re already weak from the first two orgasms Chenle’s given to you, and the idea of four sounds so far-fetched. No way you’ll make it that many—your body would probably fall apart limb from limb.

Chenle taps the head of his cock against your lips, and you instinctively open your mouth for him. As he pushes in, Jaemin follows suit, both of them moving slowly, deliberately taking their sweet time in stretching you open to the max. Everything about this is perfect. Your wetness drips down your thighs and your toes curl and you feel so hazy and full.

You use your tongue to tease Chenle, stroking the underside of his cock and tracing along the prominent vein. Jaemin feels heavenly, his thick member plunging into you at a steady pace. Your legs and arms shake trying to keep yourself up. The last thing you should’ve done is tease Chenle, because he pushes himself so far into your mouth, he’s down your throat and your nose is against his pelvis.

“You’re too easy on her,” Chenle says to Jaemin, breath shuddering when you gag around him. “She’s just a little slut, begging to get fucked by both of us at the same time.”

Jaemin grips your hips, his working against you in fluid, steady motions. You feel them both everywhere. Even now, getting everything you wanted, you need more. The pleasure makes you delirious, your vision blurry and faded as Jaemin’s cock rubs against your walls in the most satisfying of ways. You lose track of how many sounds are muffled by Chenle. 

“Fuck,” Jaemin murmurs. “She fucking like that. She just got so tight.”

“Told you.” Chenle lets out a short, breathy laugh as he quickens his pace.

Jaemin reaches around you, reaching down to find your clit. He never fails to touch you in a way so perfect, you’re ready to crumble within seconds. Your jaw and arms ache, but it only aids your experience. 

Chenle pulls out of your mouth slowly, watching as a trail of spit stretches from your lips. Then he yanks your head back to make you look at him. The motion is so rough, tears spring into your eyes. You’re finally able to breathe properly, the whines, moans, and screams finally out in the air. He traces over your surely swollen lips with his thumb, gaze dark. Jaemin’s thrusts are met with lewd sounds of your wetness and skin slapping against skin.

“Be a good girl and cum for Jaem, slut.” Chenle tsks, pulling at your lip.

And you shatter, the loudest sound you’ve ever made escaping from you as Jaemin fucks you steady through your third orgasm. You can barely breathe, gasping as you quake. It doesn’t take long for Jaemin to follow suit, two more thrusts before he holds you against him, spilling deep inside you.

“As fun as the show has been,” Chenle begins, letting go of your hair. “I’m gonna need a turn before my balls fucking burst.”

Your arms can no longer keep you up, so your face falls into the mattress. Overstimulation has tears running down your cheeks, but nothing matters to you except finishing what you started.

Jaemin gives himself a second before he pulls out of you. He continues to hold your hips up until Chenle’s able to take his spot. Massaging your ass, he gives you a little bit to calm down.

“Be careful,” Jaemin mutters to Chenle.

You imagine the glare the latter gives in return.

“She’ll tell me if it’s too much.” He traces a finger up your spine. “Wouldn’t you?”

Unable to speak, you nod fervently, pushing back to encourage him. You’ve never been so overwhelmed in your life, but you craved more. A whimper falls from your lips as Chenle prods at your entrance.

“I know, baby,” he murmurs, gently scratching up and down your back. “You’re so fucking sexy, you know that? Wanting my cock when another man’s cum is still leaking out of you.”

You push back further, yearning for the stretch. They’re similar sizes, but Chenle’s thicker just enough for you to notice. No coherent thoughts swirl in your mind as you turn your head to look at Jaemin across the room.

His boxers are back on, and a tiny glimpse of worry spreads across his face. Your eyes roll all the way back as Chenle slides inside, every nerve-ending in your body on fire. He’s surprisingly gentle with you, barely rocking his hips to help you adjust to him and the sensitivity.

Jaemin makes his way over to you. Kneeling by the edge of the bed so he’s right in front of you. Your walls flutter incessantly around Chenle’s cock.

“You take us so well.” He brushes your hair stuck to your forehead from the sweat. “We’ll take care of you, Princess. You just gotta cum one more time, then we’ll take such good care of you.”

You whine at the thought of a fourth orgasm, but you nod. Jaemin’s thumb brushes your cheek, swiping away the tears. His lips meet yours, easily prying yours open so he can slide his tongue in your mouth. A low sound emanates from Chenle as his grip on you tightens. He thrusts faster, desperate for your attention, slamming himself inside you regardless of sensitivity.

You tremble, fisting the sheets as you cry out into Jaemin’s mouth. He stays put, but Chenle picks up his pace, his throbbing cock fucking you open.

“Good girl,” Chenle groans, his voice borderline whiny. Through his steady pace, his balls slap your clit with every thrust. You jolt each time, the sensitivity wreaking havoc on your body the closer you get.

When you explode around him, it’s sudden and quick. You hold onto the back of Jaemin’s neck, whimpering and gasping for air as if you can’t breathe. Chenle stutters, the clamp of your walls making him dig his fingers into your ass.

An elongated moan leaves his mouth as he bursts inside you. He stays inside you for a moment to allow himself to calm down. When he finally pulls out, he guides your practically limp body down to the mattress. Your chest heaves while you try to catch your breath, but the only thing you feel anymore is the overwhelming urge to fall asleep.

“You okay, baby?” Jaemin asks, tilting his head. “You know you look so pretty like this, right? With your lips swollen, eyes red and drooping…To think we made you this way…” he trails off, humming to himself.

When Chenle comes back, he’s got his boxers on and a towel in his hand. He turns you over, moving the cloth between your legs. You whine when it rubs against your sensitive bud, and Chenle whispers an apology to you.

“You should really take a bath or you’ll be sticky all night,” Chenle says as he wipes down your legs.

You shake your head.

Jaemin chuckles, a tiny smile gracing his face as he regards you. “Look how tired she is.”

 Chenle does his best to clean you up, and then he moves over you to give you a gentle kiss. You sigh in content, relishing in one of the rare moments of Chenle’s affection.

When it comes to after any given activity, Chenle always stays with you. He curls up in bed with you and kisses your face until both of you are ready to fall asleep.

Jaemin, on the other hand, is the opposite. At the beginning, it was your mutual understanding that one of you would leave.

Today, Jaemin watches as Chenle settles next to you, intrigued even more so when you curl into his chest and let out a deep breath. He decides he isn’t going to be the odd man out, so he joins.

The three of you sleep with limbs so tangled, you barely know who they belong to anymore.

[all-about-kyu]

Jaemin/22/extra smutty , congrats btw !!! I hope your account continues to grow

I completely got carried away with this one oops

Prompt: “Mine.”

Genre: Smut MINORS DNI MATURE CONTENT AHEAD

Pairing: Jaemin x fem!reader

Warnings: jealous Jaemin, possessiveness, use of alcohol, praise kink, unprotected sex

Word Count: 1395

Secretly dating an idol was never easy, you had been dating Jaemin for nearly a year now but you couldn’t tell anyone, not even his members knew yet. You would be with them during schedules, you had to, you were staff, and you would come over to their dorm once in a while to hang out with them since you were friends with them as well. So here you are now half of them tipsy or drunk out of their mind while you chat. Jeno had been hitting on you all night, Jaemin was glaring right through him as he watched the scene unfold in front of him. Jeno couldn’t tell at all though he was beyond the point of caring or awareness of what he was doing. When Jeno pulls you against his side with a hand on your hip that was the last straw. When Jaemin gets jealous he gets quiet, he simply smirks slightly, scoffs, and speaks lowly.

“Y/n, would you come with me real quick? I need to talk to you.”

You nod releasing yourself from Jeno’s grip to follow him, the others couldn’t care less where you were going, they simply assumed that he genuinely just wanted to talk to you. You find yourself in his room slightly nervous as he shuts the door behind you. You hear a sigh come from his lips as he turns back to you giving you an expression you can’t read.

“Do you think it’s cute?”

“W-what?”

“Flirting with Jeno all night. Do you think it’s cute?”

“I wasn’t flirting with him, yeah he was all over me but I wasn’t meaning to flirt with him. I promise.” you explain yourself.

“I don’t think it was cute. You’re mine, my girlfriend. Not his. So, to solidify that you’re mine and not his I’m gonna fuck you so loud he’ll hear it and never hit on you again.”

You gulp at the idea “but Jaem, I thought you didn’t want them to know.” you question.

“Honestly dear, I don’t give a fuck anymore,” he said pulling you against his chest “plus, some of them are drunk, they won’t remember a thing tomorrow.”

You nod again giving your boyfriend the go-ahead, the instant he saw you sign to continue his lips were on yours in a fiery kiss. You gasp into the kiss subconsciously wrapping your arms around his shoulders pulling him closer to you. Jaemin has always had wandering hands, always feeling you up and down until you were desperate for his touch. His hands roamed down to your waist from where they originally rested on your cheeks. Jaemin being jealous is a sight rarely seen with how relaxed he is most of the time but when he does show jealousy it always leads to really intense sex just so he can reassure himself that you’re only his. As his hands continue to wander across the expanse of your skin you feel yourself becoming desperate for him as you always are. Eventually, his hands find their way down to the globes of your ass and kneading them as you stand there making out. You whine against his lips trying to get him to give you more which earns you a low chuckle in return.

“Baby,” he groans “you’re all mine, just mine, not his. I know sometimes I let my jealously get the best of me but I want you to tell me you want this.”

Your heart flutters as he asks you for your explicit consent, “I want this baby, so bad, you have no idea.” you look at him with big eyes.

“God, I love you so much princess, strip for me?” he speaks with a sultry tone

You back away from him standing by the foot of his bed while he watches you while leaning against the shut door. Slowly you begin removing articles of clothing knowing your tortuously slow pace would only rile him up more. Before you could strip yourself of your bra and panties Jaemin pushes himself off the door and approaches you. His aura had shifted from earlier, now his dominant person was at the forefront rather than his jealousy.

“Look at you, so pretty, all for me,” he leans into your neck sucking marks right where everyone would see it “Mine.” he says allowing his hands to roam your skin again, “you ready for me to fuck you now? Let them all hear your pretty moans?”

Rather than using your voice, you let yourself fall back on the bed and spread your legs for your boyfriend. He chuckles again at your eager state and crawls between your legs leaving fleeting kisses wherever he pleases. He reaches the swells of your chest and gently reaches behind you undoing your bra and tossing it off the bed. He spends a good few minutes worshiping your breasts, leaving gentle kisses everywhere then contrasting them with dark marks laying his claim on you. You let breathy sighs leave your lips as he takes his time working you up further. You attempt to roll your hips up into him being torturous inches from feeling his hardness against your needy core. Jaemin begins lowering his kisses again leaving a trail of goosebumps behind. As his kisses reach the band of your panties he skips over to your inner thighs leaving more light kisses in a row down to your knee. 

“Jaem, please, just fuck me already” you whine

“You sure you want it, princess? You don’t want Jeno to be in here praising your beautiful body?”

“No, no, no! Only you, just want you” you whine louder “please just fuck me” you buck your hips in his direction.

“Alright baby, patience. I’m sure you don’t want to be the only naked one” he chuckles

You nibble on your lower lip as you watch him pull his shirt over his head, you will never get tired of looking at his absolutely mouth-watering body. He feels your gaze on him as he pulls the shirt over his head and smirks at you seeing how you chew on your lip still and are now rubbing your thighs together. He slides out of the rest of his clothing and reclaims his place between your thighs finally grinding himself against you. You moan at the feeling of his bare cock rubbing against your panties. After sufficient teasing, he finally guides your panties down your thighs and off of you, your dripping core finally exposed to him. It didn’t take long before you found yourself stuffed with his member. You did your best to suppress your moans much to Jaemin’s displeasure.

“Princess, let them out, I want them to hear how good I’m fucking you”

That was all it took for you to let your moans fly freely into the air. Between the rough pace that he had set and the amount of teasing he did earlier, you were louder than you normally are. As your high drew closer you only grew louder as Jaemin said dirty praises occasionally followed by a groan or moan. You warn him about your impending orgasm to which he tells you to just let it come. You shake under him as pleasure rolls over you in large waves. Jaemin’s thrusts soon become erratic and slightly uneven signaling to you that he was almost there. As the overstimulation begins to set in he pulls out and releases across your belly. You both stay like that for a moment catching your breath when you hear a voice outside the door.

“Dude, you literally could’ve just said that she was off-limits and we wouldn’t have tried to pursue her.” Renjun sighs from the other side “Whenever you two are done and decent I’d like to go to bed thank you.”

“I forgot he didn’t drink tonight” Jaemin awkwardly giggles down at you

“So did I.” you sigh “Let’s just clean up and get some rest. Maybe I’ll bury myself in the blankets cause I’m so damn embarrassed” you huff

“Oh don’t be so dramatic baby.” he laughs “I’ll be right back with a rag and then we can get you some clothes to borrow” he kisses your head and throws some sweats on.

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Knee highs and short skirts | N. Jm

Pairing- Na Jaemin x reader

Genre- Smut, fluff, college!au

Word count- 3.82k

Warning(s)- nsfw, softdom!Jaemin, pretty pwp, corruption kink, slight voyeurism? (they make out in public) possessiveness, dacryphilia (getting aroused by one crying or sobbing), fingering (for prep), unprotected sex (play it safe y'all this is a fiction), slightly inexperienced?reader, unintentional overstimulation (unintentional LMAOO), pretty filthy i say. Lyra back at it with smuts lol

Synopsis- It was hard to imagine that all it took was skirts and high knee socks and cute little jumpy girls for Jaemin to get highly turned on, but here we are.

Type- requested!

@kpopscape​

It was hard to imagine that all it took was skirts and high knee socks and cute little jumpy girls for Jaemin to get highly turned on. 

Watching you as you entered the campus had always been a sort of daily serotonin boost for Jaemin. More like, watching you smile and wave at every passing acquaintance regardless of the fact whether you spoke with them or not was a serotonin boost for Jaemin. You were extremely intriguing. 

You're a jolly person, an extreme extrovert, shy at first glance of course but nevertheless outgoing, you'd had little to no problem at all at making friends. Your close ones called you the human magnet and most would agree to it. Could you help it? Company is always better than being alone (unless preferred to be alone).

The first time Jaemin saw you was when you came into the campus first bumping into not his, but a very pissed Jeno's back in a very cliché way which resulted in him accidentally pour out his anger on you, which led to Jaemin having to find you later in the day to apologize on Jeno's behalf. That experience had a very interesting impression on the two lads, well, a not too positive impression on Jeno but the opposite for Jaemin. 

The next time Jaemin saw you was in his philosophy class, and god bless you and your perfect complexion complimenting all your curves and edges and oh of course, that cute black and white knee high socks that you wore with a skirt a little too short for him to stay sane and a sweatshirt loose enough to give you adorable sweater paws. That's when wanting to see you on a daily basis became Jaemin's sole reason to attend college. 

The next time was weeks into talking to each other, getting comfortable to a point where you went over to each other's house, exchanged numbers, went on small platonic dates and where your friendship started to turn into a touchy one, and you absolutely loved it. Well, Jaemin loved it more than you. Watching your face flush when he'd place his hands comfortably a little too close to there on your thigh had him feel sorts of emotions he's never felt. How your eyes would widen each time he'd place playfull kisses on your cheeks, or when he pulled you onto his lap to cuddle up closer when watching a movie or two, Jaemin lived for your reaction. 

Weeks after that was at a small dinner send off party of sort by one of your friends for the senior batch, where seeing you in a white body fitting turtleneck full sleeve with a grey skirt consisting of blue hue with a plain white knee high sock had him crave you more than before. When the occasional touches and kisses turned into a form of self destruction for Jaemin and those longing touches turned into a want to take it up a notch. 

And maybe it's the fact that Jaemin genuinely seemed intriguing to you, or the slight intoxicity you felt after a glass of not that strong of drink went down your throat, making you want to comply with everything Jaemin wanted. The expression he wore of pure bliss and satisfaction had you feeling proud of yourself. Like you're doing the right thing, like standing in a hallway beside your classmates bedroom with his hands around your waist in a vise grip, face inches away from colliding into a passionate kiss where anyone could bump into you two was a right thing to do. Like not caring about the all 'good mean no bad' girl image you'd formed to fade away in front of your classmates and probably next the entire campus was the right thing to do. 

The next time, well, this moment right now when you went over with him to his studio apartment hand in hand after evening lectures, it had been nearly impossible for Jaemin to keep his hands to himself. How your lips pucker into a pout complaining about all the workload you have, how you jump up in excitement at the sudden strike of another topic you want to discuss with him, or how you seemed so dreamy in general and all Jaemin could do was stare at you with an expression of pure admiration, desire and want to change the whole innocent image you held. 

"so Mr. Li asked him to-ah!" and all he could do was pull you onto his lap with his hand on your hip to hold you up in place and unintentionally cut your sweet voice's narration short, but he wanted to hear you more, "I'm listening, doll. Keep going"  he cooed at your flushed expression at the sudden proximity, pulling you closer to connect you two by the hip, tapping at your now exposed thighs as your skirt had ridden up at the shift in position to urge you to step out of your daze and continue speaking. 

"What.-what are you doing, Jaem?" you ask, resting your hands on his chest as you push yourself a little back to create some space, clearly astonished at the sudden spark of something at the area between your sock clad legs, only to be pulled back closer towards him once again. 

"Something I've wanted to do for a long time, keep going, baby, I'll just be doing my thing" and so you let your hand rest on his chest while continuing your story as he looked intently at you.

Being in such proximity with Jaemin had never been a new thing, it's how no matter how many times you'd see him up close you'd still can't look him straight in the eyes for more than a few seconds because of how strong his gaze is that would have you flustered. Ever since the said party, your first proper kiss and Jaemin's first step to calling you his, you wanted to stick around him and just him. You felt like yourself around him and he made you feel so loved that you were willing to let him do anything just to have him around. 

In Jaemin's case, it was that he'd not move forward with his plans if he'd noticed the slightest of discomfort in any of your actions, fearing that you'd leave him once and for all before he could even call you his. And so in that way, you two did what pleased the others the best. 

Smiling at how you slowly got comfortable with his warmth, he leaned forward, slightly startling you but you nevertheless continued speaking, "Show his homework to him, b-but he couldn't because the only co-opy he had.." you squeal in a breath as you feel his breath fan your exposed neck, courtesy of wearing a slightly deep V-neck to college and of course to the hangout that day, "Had..?" 

Jaemin rasped in a voice a little too low to what you're used to hearing, dangerously low that you felt yourself squirming under his grip, which elicits a groan from the male. Not knowing the weightage of your action, you accidentally end up doing it again as his plush lips come in contact with the sensitive skin. "H-had was.. mine-" 

"Mine, a pretty word, right doll?" The feeling of his lip moving against your skin was ticklish to describe the best, but good, good enough to have keeping your legs closed uncomfortable from the sudden pool of arousal that bedded itself in your foolishly white panties. "Yes..?" you answer with a shaky voice, moving once again to get rid of the said uncomfortable feeling which resulted in Jaemin throwing his head back to rest on the head rest of the couch, his perfect eyebrows furrowed into a frown, his Adam's apple bobbing up and down. 

"Darling, if you keep moving like this, i won't be able to stop myself from doing what all I've imagined doing to you," he spoke with the same low voice of his, which had you unintentionally moving regardless of the empty warning that lingered in the air. That's when you notice the visible switch in the way Jaemin looked at you.  Determined to carry this forward and put an end to the friends title to develop into a whole new one.

"What you've imagined doing to me? W-wha-?" you let the question linger, not really expecting an answer when he looked at you with a smirk on his perfect lips. He let one of his hands off from your side to comb through your perfectly set hair while the other wrapped around your torso to keep you upright. 

"Should i tell you what I've imagined?" Surely fueled by desire, Jaemin still counted on your consent, basic etiquette and he wouldn't let it go down the drain just because of his lust. The silent look of curiosity gave it away that you really wanted to walk through the dream boys imagination, so you nod your head. "Words, darling. I need words"

Looking at him patiently waiting for your verbal confirmation, you swallow down the nervousness before looking him straight in the eyes with your own widened ones, "Y-yes."

"Hm, well, I imagined having you close to me, just like this, all responsive to everything I do."

"Then I imagined feeling that soft lips of yours once again, the one that I remember so vaguely. Will you let me taste it once again?" He asked, leaning in closer than what your bodies would allow, nevertheless feeling ecstatic at the effect he has on you. "Hm?" you could obviously not say no to the expression he wore, filled with excitement and expectations, happiness, desire and maybe.. love? 

Instead of answering, you lean forward, closing off the small distance that kept your bodies from colliding, pressing your lips onto his with least force. The type of kiss got both of you feeling hot, bubbly as you feel Jaemin smile against your lips. 

The kiss was a mix of aggression and passion, slow and fast, lust and innocent emotions, one strong enough to deliver all sorts of emotions and of course, sloppy out of desperation, "Still as sweet as ever," he speaks against your lips, beaming down at you with the same smile as you refuse to meet his gaze at the sudden shyness that overtook your desire. 

Jaemin's hands slip up the open clothing to grip your thigh raw, the feeling of his cold fingers making you shift position again, looking down and cowering behind your palms as you shield your heated face from the lad, "What's wrong doll?" he moves his thumb up and down, massaging the skin he had his grip on, "Talk to me, princess, do you want me to stop?" 

"No!.. I mean, n-no, it's just.. I've never done this before, ever" As though your usual behavior never gave it away that you're too innocent for anyone existing in the world, you confirm Jaemin's suspicion all the more, to which his smile only just widened, the burning desire to change the status if innocence way too strong for him to contain himself now, "I know, darling, I'll go slow, alright?"

At your nod of confirmation, he wastes no time to lift your shirt out of it's confinement inside your skirt and over your head to reveal a not so appealing bra, yet, Jaemin thought you looked absolutely exquisite in it. Just a plain white lace bra, a cherry on top to the innocent image you held that he oh so much wanted to destroy, "W-wait! Can.. C-can this..-nevermind," you sigh, not wanting to disappoint the boy in front of you at your insecurity, "Can what, baby?" you shake your head, "Tell me, love"

"Can..can the bra stay on.. Just this once..?" you ask in a soft voice as Jaemin notices your tiny gestures of an attempt to cover yourself a little, feeling a little too hot, "Do you want it to stay on?" he asks in a voice all too understanding, no signs on the disappointment you were worried about, you nod, "Then it stays on" he smiles before placing a chaste kiss at the valley of your chest and swiftly shifts you on his lap in a way that your back rest flat on his chest, a hand secured on your waist to hold you as close as possible.

You feel a sort of warmth spread through your body at Jaemin's understanding and non persistent behavior towards your request as you allow yourself to relax and go limp on his body, "Do you know how many times i've imagined this? You on my lap.." he moves his legs to break your legs apart, using his knees to spread them and hold them open, "All pretty and for me to touch," He attaches his lips to your neck once again with a better access this time as he lets his hands wander up and down your legs, the hand that held your waist moving down to bunch up your skirt and pull it up to reveal to leaking mess you'd become which made Jaemin twitch and you shy. 

"All wet for me, and for me only" you whimper at his shameless words as his wandering hands move closer to your heat, cupping it as he felt up the wetness he'd caused to form there, a throaty groan escaping him while doing so as you feel yourself jump at the friction you got for a second at the place you needed it the most. The thought of someone other than you touching your sex causing your insides to twist, in the best way possible of course. 

Jaemin resumed to feel up and down your wetness from over the fabric while still keeping his lips attached to your neck, just to make sure you were wet enough to take him, or better, his fingers. 

"J-Jaemin..," 

You let out a loud moan feeling his fingers directly over your clit once he pushed you drenched panty aside, coating his fingers with your arousal before easing one slender digit in, causing your back to arch.

Way too sensitive and aroused, it was obvious you wouldn't be long until your first high, and Jaemin knew that all too well as he felt your tight walls clench over one little finger when he started pulsing it in and out of you and a steady pace, minding to not make it too much for you, though, that thought seemed highly appealing to him, but he'd rather save it for the next time.

"Does that feel good, my love? Because watching you look all angelic like this for me is what I'd imagined next" he speaks against your hair, as you try to close in your leg at the friction you're getting suddenly becoming overwhelming for you, added to that came in Jaemin's words, talks, voice laced in adoration and pure want. "Y-yes Jaem, oh god.. "

Silently moaning himself at your godly sounds, he continues penetrating you to your first ever not self made orgasm, eliciting a loud high pitched scream from your side at the very intimidating feeling at the bottom of your stomach, feeling it undo as Jaemin coaxes your first orgasm out of you,

"Just like that darling, you're doing so well, so good for me" he coos, wanting to drag your orgasm a little more, as he lowers his unoccupied hands to draw small, slow circles around your clit, making you spasm uncontrollably over him, feeling your eyes glaze over at the now painful feeling, you push his hands meekly away from your core, 

Shocked over the fact that he got you to come for him with just a finger, he added another one in, muttering silent apologies at your sudden pleas for a break to make sure your stretched out enough for that upcoming activity, "Just a little more, my strong girl, just a little more," though sorry for dragging your orgasm, he felt himself get lost at your small sobs and tiny tears falling down the side of your face which he pecked away.

Increasing the speed of his hands, he presses his thumb over your extremely sensitive bundle of nerves once again, making your arch your back in a painful angle, the crown of your head resting on his shoulder as you shake your head at him, letting him know that it was getting too much for you to handle, 

"Come for me once again, baby. We need to make sure you're prepared enough, hm? Can you do that for me?"

As if on command, you let yourself fall apart once again, a loud cry resonating through the room along with you crunching your legs up to stop the burning from the intense high, Jaemin whispering praises against your hair while running his hand up and down your forearm to soothe you. "You did so well, doll, want to stop here?" he inquired selflessly, not caring about the fact that he's extremely hard and it had taken a painful toll.

You take a second to calm your breathing as Jaemin patiently waits for your response. Making sure your breathing is normal again, you shake your head from it's position on his shoulder as he presses a kiss onto your wet cheeks, "You need to feel good too.." you speak with your eyes barely open, Jaemin smiling softly against your cheek, "Love."

You let out a sound of confusion at the random word blurted out by him as you turn your head to look at him, "Say the word 'love' if it gets too much for you, alright?" you nod, at no further actions from his side, you look at him once again, realising he's all about the verbal confirmation, "Alright.." you squeal out, "Turn around and sit facing me, doll" he hurries.

Jaemin rushes to remove his skinny jeans alongside his boxers when you lift yourself up, letting his member stand tall and free from confinement, making him feel like he can finally breathe. Slightly intrigued by the above average size, you look at him nervously which had his head turn at your innocent expression, "We'll take it slow, darling, nothing to hurt you, hm?" you nod before replying out loud. 

He gestures for you to hover yourself above his hardness once he got the panties out of the way and discarded it somewhere out on the wooden floor of his housing. "Go for it whenever you're ready" wanting to give you full control of the pace for now, he let you take your time for your first ever time. 

Chest heaving up and down in both excitement and nervousness you slowly lower yourself, knees beside his thighs, hands a vise grip on his shoulder, letting yourself engulf just a little of his member, you wince, still a little sensitive from the previous orgasms, his hardness much thicker and bigger than his fingers to just ease down quick despite how easy it'd be considering the wet mess he'd made of you, "Jaemin.. " 

Contributing from his end, he pushes his hips up to get inside you a little more, not too fast for it to be painful for you. Slowly, you let yourself ease down on him completely, sitting down onto his lap with his dick inside of you, twitching at the warmth he finally felt. Jaemin hushes your silent cry of slight pain, "You feel so good around me, doll. Such a good girl for me, " 

You take the initiative to lift yourself up just a little so that more than half of him is out and glistening from your arousal making him let out an airy moan of satisfaction, feeling your tightness, finally after only having imagined how it felt for so long.

You move up and down slowly, thighs trembling, heart pacing fast with pride at the feeling of making him feel good from all the sounds he let out, mind hazy and body covered in sweat. "oh my, Jae-Jaem-ah!" you fall limp over his body at the sudden thrust from his end, maybe from growing too impatient. 

"Should i take it from here, darling? I need to come, will you make me come, doll?" you mumble out a bunch of 'yes!' as your face falls into the nape of his neck where you nibbled at the skin like how he'd done. 

Jaemin took control once again, a sudden burst of energy sparking through his body as he set a fast pace in pistoning in and out of you, your slickness and his precum ensuring it wouldn't be painful for you, rather, it felt extremely good. "Look at my good girl taking me so well, you're making me feel so good, darling, I'm so.. Uh, I'm so close-" 

You clench around him when you feel a knot forming once again for the third time that evening when you feel his tip brush against your sweet spot, eliciting a loud gasp from you as you bite down a little too harder than intended on his hot skin while pressing the side of your face against his broad shoulders. "Jaemin.. Jaem, I'm.. Oh god"

"I know, doll, i know.. Me too, let go for me" he holds your hips in a grip tight enough to leave a light bruise or two while reaching between your bodies to find comfort on your clit again, making you let out a choked moan as Jaemin ended up being the one doing most of the work. 

You fall off the edge once again, this time harder than the previous ones as your tears slip and fall onto his shoulder, seeping into his shirt and onto the skin, making him go faster, chasing his high while dragging yours for a second or two longer. 

"Jaem, too much..it hurts-" you sob in a whiny tone which was more than enough to throw Jaemin off his edge too, rubbing fast circles on your clit while ribbons of his essence coat your walls as he lets out a loud, long groan of your name.

He stops his moment on your clit, but continues to move slowly to draw out all the arousal from his member, only stopping when he feels himself grow soft inside of you, the feeling making you clench around him weakly which makes him jolt due to the sensitivity.

Knowing it'd only make a mess to remove himself from inside you, he decides to stay in, muttering out a series of praises that he let linger in the air. 

"That.. felt good," you speak into the silence, voice hoarse and weak, worn out from all the activity as you silently thank him for making you feel so good, a sense of accomplishment spread through his chest, finally fulfilling his wish of corrupting you, and most importantly, making you his. He kisses your forehead after pushing out strands of tresses that covered it, 

"Anything for my babygirl"

[hi-hey-haechan]

I wouldn’t be opposed if you wanted to,, uh,, flesh out a lil sumn sumn 👀👉🏾👈🏾 (pretty pretty please 🥺) -Soft Dom Jaem anon

So this anon sent in a headcanon in which they wrote in depth about soft-dom Jaemin. You need to read it; the ask is right here.

On nights like these, he’d let you take the lead. There was something about the way your hands lingered for too long on each other, or the way you were painfully aware of every detail of his body pressed up against yours when you were cuddling, that riled you up. Neither of you could pay attention to the movie in front of you, your minds elsewhere the entire time. It took one dark glance from his lust-filled eyes, and your lips were clashing against his. 

When you parted the seam of his lips with your tongue, deepening the kiss, Jaemin moaned. The sound came from somewhere deep within his throat. His hands, which were usually so gentle with you, firmly grasped your wrists and pulled you on top of him. His fingers tapped against your thigh, sending you a subtle hint to straddle his hips. You’d been in this situation twice before: A situation in which he let you lead.

You pulled your shirt off your head, but before you could even reach out to touch him, Jaemin pulled you down on top of him, pressing his lips to yours harshly. This caught you off-guard, but you weren’t at all opposed. He kissed you with everything he had, his hands holding your waist, sliding up to your shoulders, before eventually cupping your face. This, in your opinion, was when kissing felt the most intimate. His hands were light as they touched your skin, thumbs gently caressing your cheekbones, but his mouth was ravenous against yours. Your fingers tangled in the soft strands of his hair at the nape of his neck, holding him in place. You kissed breathlessly. Heat radiated from his body, burning across your skin. Your heart was already pounding in your chest. The fabric of Jaemin’s t-shirt rubbed against your skin, and this was when you realized how badly you needed to be closer to him. 

You made a noise in the back of your throat that was close to a pleading whimper, and your hands withdrew from his hair, instead grasping onto his shirt, tugging desperately. Jaemin broke away from you reluctantly, lips swollen and hair tousled. “Someone’s eager,” he teased, but he sat up to remove his shirt. Your eyes flickered down to his abs, and your fingers lightly ran over his sensitive chest. You repeated the motion, your fingertips feather-soft against his skin, which coaxed a quiet sigh of pleasure from him. 

His lips connected to your neck, pressing a careful line of kisses down your throat. He was always so thorough with his actions, always taking his time with showing you how much he loved you. Jaemin held you close as the warmth of his lips trailed over your skin. The press of his mouth was tender yet passionate, every move he made intended on both making you feel good and showing you how much he adored you.

A whimper passed your lips, and you squirmed a bit in his arms from the sensation, which felt so good, but made you want him even more. He’d barely done anything, yet you were so desperate for him. The way he riled you up so skillfully, yet with the simplest actions, always amazed you. You wondered if he knew exactly how much power he had over you, even with you on top of him, still leading. 

He never let up, continuing to kiss, nip, and suck your skin. Heat pounded between your legs, and your entire being was practically begging for friction.

“Jaemin,” you managed, “lie back.” It came out as a desperate plea, but you couldn’t help yourself.

When his head hit the pillow, you grinded yourself against his erection, needing something, anything, to soothe the ache between your legs. Your head tipped back slightly, and a sigh passed your lips. Jaemin grabbed your hips, and he rolled his hips right up against your crotch, both helping himself out and teasing you. You rested your hands on his chest, pushing yourself down onto him again. 

A breathy utterance of a curse passed Jaemin’s lips. When you looked at his face, his eyes were shut, mouth slightly parted. You could feel how hard he was under you, how much he needed relief, as well. Once again. you rolled your hips down on him, shamelessly enjoying how your actions impacted him.

What you weren’t expecting was him to say your name in a voice of warning, firm and completely under control. His hands were holding your waist, and the look in his eyes was dark and intimidating, though you couldn’t look away. Your skin tingled under his gaze, and you froze your movements entirely. “Don’t test me.” 

Fuck. The power he held over you, the way you melted from just his words, submitting to him, even when you were leading, was baffling to you. And he knew it, he knew what he did to you. 

That didn’t stop you from having a little fun with the bit of power you did have, though.

You removed the rest of your clothes, and he followed suit. It was clear how eager both of you were. Your skin was alight with flames, heat and anticipation flowing through you. Jaemin was rock-hard, his sensitive tip dripping with precum. 

When you decided to grind again, but this time, it was skin-against skin, you felt his fingertips dig into your waist. “What are you trying to do?” Jaemin finally asked. His voice was low and authoritative, but it was gravelly and husky, even his voice making it obvious how badly he needed relief. “You remember who’s ultimately in charge, right?” Jaemin’s fingers slowly trailed down your hips, across the expanse of your skin, until he reached your far upper thighs. 

When his palms mapped out the sensitive skin, you shuddered under his touch. The way you melted just from his words, gaze, and actions was still hard for you to believe. You loved how easily you reacted to him. though, and you know he did, too.

“Are you gonna make us feel good?” Jaemin asked. His fingers went in between your legs, slowly dragging up and down your wet folds. The sensation was light, and a desperate mewl left your lips. You needed more friction, and not just the smallest, teasing bit of contact from his fingertips. 

You also wanted to make him feel good so badly, to see him fully overtaken with pleasure because of your actions. You also wanted him inside of you so badly. Unable to wait another second, your entire body blazing with flames of desire, you positioned him at your entrance after coating him in your own arousal.

Jaemin’s hands were on your waist, supporting you as his length became sheathed inside of you. The intrusion was slightly unpleasant at first, especially without any actual foreplay beforehand. He caressed your sides, trying to soothe you, telling you how well you were taking him, how good you felt, and of course, how beautiful you were. That’s how it always was, really: sex with Jaemin was physically pleasurable as much as it was loving, sweet, and full of compliments and praises. 

“Are you okay?” Jaemin inquired. He had simply been saying words without anticipating an answer before, forgetting to actually make sure you could handle the sudden intrusion. 

Your hands flew down to his, which were still on your waist. You interlocked your fingers and squeezed his hands before allowing yourself a shaky exhale. “I’m okay.” 

He beamed at you, before he whispered out a few more sweet words. Your heart melted at the sight of his face lighting up at you, and the pain vanished as his patient, healing smile was directed to you. 

Your hands went to his chest for support, and his went back to hold onto your waist. Slowly at first, you simply gyrated your hips on him. You felt so full, finally relieved from the tension in your lower stomach that was begging for release. At one point, his tip lightly grazed your g-spot. He was so deep inside of you, to the point where he could hit just a bundle of sensitive nerve endings and have you cry out on top of him. How could you maintain your cool persona when he was splitting you apart, let bringing you incredible pleasure while doing so?

You brought yourself upwards on his cock, sliding up so when you came back down, he’d hit a new spot that caused you to see stars. You clenched around him like crazy from the pleasure, and you weren’t shy nor quiet with your sounds. Swears would occasionally slip past your lips, as would whines that were much higher pitched. You couldn’t contain yourself when he brought you so high up from his cock alone. 

Low groans came from Jaemin, and his lips were slightly parted, allowing sounds to pass them freely. You loved the sounds he made, as he did yours, and he hated when you deprived him the pleasure of hearing them. You could see how he struggled to draw in a breath when you clenched around him, and he noticed how you’d cry out after bringing yourself back down on him at times, making it clear that he was pressing against your g-spot. 

“How are you so tight?” he managed to grunt, squeezing your hips, clearly trying to anchor himself amidst the pleasure. Jaemin then grabbed your ass, squeezing there, knowing that when he touched anywhere in that general area, you were sensitive, especially to his touches, which were spontaneous, light, and possessive of so many things you couldn’t even begin to describe.

You continued to ride him at a fairly easy pace, but when he kneeded the flesh in his hands, you let out the quietest, faintest gasp of surprise, mixed with a moan of pleasure. 

Your legs were slightly tired from having to move you up and down, but you kept going. You needed to cum, but more importantly, you wanted to see your boyfriend climax, as well. So what you did next was both for a bit of a break, but more so for the matters of being a little tease, seeing if he’d notice. You gyrated your hips on his, not allowing him to truly feel you ungulf him again and again. In a way, you were back to grinding, which limited what he felt, but not you.

At times, you’d clench, but he’d get minimal relief from that. His reaction began with a pout, wanting to fully feel your tight pussy hugging his walls as you  moved on him. He couldn’t even buck his hips up into yours, due to the weight you were placing on his hips. What you had anticipated was a noise of sadness, likely a whine or breathy moan. But what you weren’t expecting were his hands to suddenly move to grab onto your throat.

It was a very light grab, not cutting off your oxygen, but making it a slight labor in order to inhale. Even still, it was so hot, how he snapped. Clearly, he didn’t like it when you teased him. For the record, he was the one who was supposed to have power, in this one circumstance.

“Y/n.” His voice was unlike any other tone you’d heard from him just minutes ago. This was dark and full of warning, making you snap to attention, as though the grip around your neck wasn’t enough.  “I’m giving you what you want because you’re adorable, but do not let it slip your mind who’s in charge, here.”

Whenever you thought you had power over him, he reminded you how he was in charge. His hands were guiding your hips the entire time, helping him control the pace. He was praising you, too, but in times like these, when he reprimanded you, that was what sealed the deal. He had no problem flipping you over and fucking you into oblivion, with him taking the lead, you knew.

Apparently, you’d been staring off into space, slowly considering this whole situation. You were unaware of that, however, until Jaemin said, “Look at me when I’m talking to you.” His voice wasn’t full of threat, but it was firm. It was an order. Your eyes met his gaze.

“Who’s in charge, here?” Jaemin asked. He looked at you through dark eyes, full of the lust coursing through him. You had been close to coming, and he was sensitive, too, from the way his abs shuddered under your touch. If you answered this question incorrectly, he’d easily show you the correct answer. However, he gave you the power to correct your teasing. “You’re my good girl, aren’t you?” He asked that question as a genuine inquiry, giving you the choice on how you wished to act. However, the twinge in his voice, the way it got higher at the end of the question, showed how much he wanted the answer to be a “yes.” 

Fuck, he always managed to get you to crumble. You wanted to be good for him, to make him feel good because of you. Because of how much you loved him, how much Jaemin deserved, and how desperately you wanted to please him. When he smiled brightly at you or softened his tone at you, it was clear how much joy you brought him. You wanted to be a good girlfriend in this case, too.

“I’m sorry.”

“No, don’t apologize! Aw, baby, I love when you’re leading. I want you to make us feel good, okay? Can you do that for me?” his voice was kind and sweet, almost to the point where you wanted to cry from his kind words and warm tone.

His “for me” was what killed you. 

You nodded, but allowed your next actions to speak louder than words. Quickly, you bounced on his cock again, all despite the pain in your thighs. Hearing his deep, gravelly, attractive moans fill the air was rewarding enough. You could hear the sound of your skin making contact against his rapidly, as well as how wet you were for him. 

Jaemin then reinforced his grasp on your waist, guiding you up and down, taking a lot of the pain and burden off of your legs. He was allowing you a break without actually having you stop moving altogether. It allowed you to focus on the friction between his cock and your walls, how well his pelvis was stimulating your swollen clit, as well.

So when you went hurtling towards your high, you weren’t surprised at how fast it came. The string of heat in your lower stomach snapped, causing you to cry out his name, legs shaking around his hips. You were clenching around him like crazy, walls sporadically coming down around him. 

Jaemin, however, hadn’t cum yet, and you didn’t stop. Even when Jaemin squeezed your hips and assured you breathlessly that you could stop and allow yourself to rest. Instead, you forced yourself into overstimulation, desperate to make him cum.

You, at this point, were fucking yourself on his cock, close to tears and babbling incoherently. It felt so good, to the point that you wanted to stop, close your legs, and allow yourself to recover from your first orgasm. However, you powered on, legs shaking like crazy

“Y-you can stop, y/n,” Jaemin finished his strained sentence with a groan, clear how close he was, too.

You shook your head frantically, refusing to even consider his offer.  No, please, I want you to feel good, too.” It came out as a mix between a plea and a sob, but it was so truthful.

With a squeeze to your hips and moans of your name, he came, filling you with his hot seed. The sensation was enough to make you come again, and you spasmed on top of him, the walls ringing with the sounds you couldn’t contain. 

In a short second, with him still inside of you, your exhausted body collapsed on top of him, breathing heavily. You could feel how Jaemin’s chest was covered in sweat, but you couldn’t care less. 

“Are you okay?” Jaemin’s fingers were in your hair in an instant, calming and comforting you. “You completely overstimulated yourself, baby.”

“I wanted you to cum, as well,” you said voice muffled against a shoulder. Your words were small and quiet, but they were truthful. Jaemin’s heart melted, especially at your pitiful, tired statement of, “I wanted to be good for you.”

“I don’t deserve you. You’re perfect for me, you know that?” his voice was quiet, but from the way he sounded, you knew he was smiling. 

I’m trash at endings, but it’s 2:40 in the morning and I don’t care enough to end it well. I don’t know what this is. Like, it’s so bad, and I think I’m gonna wake up tomorrow and be like, “What the heck did I just write?” At the same time, this softdom Jaemin concept is so sweet and totally how I see him. I loved writing this. 

Also, please send in requests! I suck at answering them, but it’s okay because they’re fun to read and think of plans for. 

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Armoured heart (Part 1) {Cross Posting from ao3}

Comfortable spring breeze carried the sound of clanking swords. The trees around him green and flowering, Jaemin took a deep breath.

He watched as his prince pranced around in a make-pretend sword fight, though the swords were real, and the opponent was skilled, but they were in no battle field. Surrounded by servants dressed in fine fabrics and standing in broad daylight only some minute space away from the sea.

The sea. The only thing squire Na Jaemin would rather look at rather than watching his prince fight. He grew accustomed to standing outside in whichever type ofweather, tracking Jeno's movements, every little one, and he's been doing it for years on end. He could successfuly predict Jeno's next move in most situations, the way his feet shift across the floor, where his sword-free hand goes when he doesn't need it, even where his eyes trail when he's far enough from his opponent. He's been trained so thoroughly and he knew exactly what he needed to know.

Some servants in the castle spread rumors saying that Na Jaemin, the prince's squire, was more skilled in combat than the prince himself, to which Jaemin replied saying that it's a load nonsense and that he can not possibly be better than someone he's been training to be like for years, let alone a prince, with conquerers' blood. Granted, he's been trained by the same masters, and is one of the most highly skilled with the sword in their kingdom, but in no way better than his prince.

The sea was particularly blue on that spring day, the subtle breeze creating small waves Jaemin could follow with his eyes. He had always said that he envied the waves, so light and free, and it surprised him how he always got the same reply, regardless of who it was, they'd always say, "knock it off and stop being so dramatic"

"Jaemin", the prince was suddenly very close to Jaemin, it appeared he had been calling for a while longer than he intended.

"Your highness", Jaemin said, startled. He would always get lost while day dreaming about his surroundings, but Jeno's voice calling his name would usually wake him.

"Allow me to assist you" Jaemin said, carrying Jeno's sword and sheathing it.

"Take this" Jaemin spoke, handing the sword to the servant on their side, who placed it on a soft velvet bed. Jaemin often thought about how that sword's bed was more comfortable than two third's the kingdoms pillows.

Once Jaemin freed his hands, he moved on to Jeno's light armor, reaching to unbuckle the strap on his shoulder.

"No" Jeno said, briefly looking Jaemin in the eye.

"Inside" he completed.

Jaemin understood. Jeno's sword fight practices often lead to him getting tired and slightly pissy, but he was the nicest pissy person Jaemin knew.

He couldn't imagine the miserable lives of servants who had to take care of most of the people in the castle. He was glad he squires for Jeno. Not only was Jeno the prince, he was also Jaemin's childhood friend, despite the power dynamic, so he mostly enjoyed his role.

The prince walked ahead of his squire and towards the oak door leading to the indoors of the castle. The whole walk up to his wing with the two guards is silent, absolutely no words spoken. Jeno barely even breathed in Jaemin's direction. Heavy footsteps thomped on the stone floors.

Once they got to their destination the guards opened the wooden doors leading into Jeno's room, bowed down, stood on either side of the door, one holding a banner with the Lee sigil, and shut it once again.

The doors had barely fallen shut when Jeno pressed his lips onto Jaemin's. For a moment there were no hands, no touching, just lips pressing so passionately against Jaemin that the poor squire would have fall to the ground if not for his solid stance. Jaemin giggled quietly while pulling his hands up from between him and Jeno's close bodies and placing them on the back of his neck. Jaemin pressed further into the kiss, slithering his long fingers between the black hairs at the back of Jeno's head. Jeno wrapped both of his arms firmly around Jaemin's thin frame, gently yanking him closer by the waist. Jaemin broke the contact and pulled his head away in order to be able to see Jeno's full face. The squire's fingers found their way to a strand of hair on Jeno's face, twirling it around. Jaemin took a long look at Jeno's face, admiring his eyes, his cheekbones, his skin.

"mm...", Jaemin made a small satisfied sound, staring deeply into Jeno's features.

Jeno chuckled and blushed, flashing Jaemin his eye smile before burrying his face into Jaemin's neck and rocking their bodies from side to side on the cold floor, like they were doing a small still dance.

"I missed you", Jeno semi-whined, the sound muffled into Jaemin's neck.

"Me too" the squire says, smiling to himself and wrapping his arms crisscrossed around his prince's head.

Jeno turned his head so that his head was still resting on Jaemin's shoulder, but this time one side of his face facing up, tip of his nose barely touching Jaemin's neck. He breathed out gently, which tickled Jaemin.

"Stop, you're tickling me", Jaemin giggled and lifted Jeno's head in his hand, cheeks in palms. He looked into his eyes deeply this time, pecked his lips and maybe took a slight bit longer than usual for a peck. Their lips made quiet sounds when they pulled away, Jeno still had his eyes closed.

"You need to change out of your armor" Jaemin said,

"Must be very uncomfortable"

Jeno nodded in confirmation, allowing Jaemin to undo the buckles that kept his breastplate together.

Jeno was down to light clothes, which made him feel releaved in the warm weather.

"Tell the guards to call a servant to fetch me a bath" Jeno said before he pecked Jaemin's cheek gently.

"I'll do it" Jaemin's eyes lit up, and was ready to get going

"No, don't" Jeno pulled him by the waist into his chest once again

"You stay here with me" Jeno completed, "They go fetch a bath and get that bucket to my room, you stay here. This is your place"

Jaemin didn't know what to say, just blushed and relaxed into the backhug. Jeno was never much of a talker, let alone anyone to speak in such manner of possessiveness but he reminded himself that Jeno was a prince after all, he was born with the role of demanding people to do things.

While waiting for Jeno's bath to make its way into his room the boys cuddled on the prince's soft bed covered with silk sheets. Jaemin would often think about how much he hated the fact that Jeno wasn't the king's heir. He loved Jeno's older brother, Taeyong, dearly but he didn't believe he could control the kingdom wholely. He had a soft heart and many would take advantage of that. They would often joke that it would get him killed, but Jaemin was concerned that it won't turn out to only be a joke.

Familiar with Jeno, Jaemin knew he would make a great king. He's a great fighter, a very kind hearted man but had firm boundaries and mostly made good decisions, with the exception of the time they were 13 and he demanded they sneak into the forest which resulted in him getting bitten by a snake.

Jaemin cried violently that day, everybody at the castle assumed it was because he was scared of his punishment or because he failed his role in helping the prince, but in reality it wasn't about himself at all, it was his fear of losing his boy. He couldn't bear the thought of not having him, and so he cried for hours in his chamber while Jeno laid with the maesters, who were able to treat him with enough speed, and the first thing he said when he woke up was "it wasn't Jaemin's fault, please don't hurt him".

They heard a knock on the door.

"Your highness, your bath is ready"

They both jolted off of the bed, arms off of eachother, and stood 10 feet apart. Jeno fixed his posture and fixed his hair, Jaemin looked at the floor and put his hand behind his back.

"Bring it in, please"

Four female servants came in the door carrying the large wooden tub filled with steaming water, they placed it close to the large arch window, curtsied and left. They looked at Jaemin, most of them smiling his way, which he returned. He could even hear them giggling outside about him, but none of them saw anything as suspicious which was exactly what he wanted. The doors were shut once again.

Jeno walked closer to the tub and took his remaining clothes off, but didn't walk a step closer before turning around to Jaemin.

"Come on, come in" Jeno smiled

Jaemin sighed and slowly walked towards him.

"Jeno, I can't" he complained, "someone could see us" he completed.

"Jaem, no one can just walk into my room"

"But your father can." Jaemin stated firmly

Jeno signed and walked over to the table in the middle of his room, naked. He filled two cups with wine and took a sip from his own. He turned to face Jaemin.

"Father is busy today, he won't have the time to interrupt me" he states as he takes another sip.

He walks over to Jaemin and hands him the other cup of wine gently.

"Busy with what?" Jaemin inquires, raising an eyebrow, body still stiff in stance.

"Oh" Jeno makes a soun

"A feast" Jeno replies simply, "We have guests coming over, some royal family" he paused, "The ideal plan is wedding their daughter to my brother to form an alliance" he completed, drinking more wine and filling his cup again.

"Oh", Jaemin barely said much more and drank some of his wine. "Well if you insist"

The black haired boy walks back over to Jaemin, lightly pressing his palms onto his clothed chest.

"I insist" Jeno nodded smiling, carefully taking Jaemin out of his clothes.

The servants in the castle moved frantically. Music coming from the main hall was loud, accompanied with the continuous chattering of lords and ladies, squires and servants and the castles main guests.

Jisung glided into the main hall, wearing elegant light armour and supporting himself by the wall, several feet from the large feasting table that sat in the middle of the hall.

High above the feasting table and stretching across the length of the hall was a large glass ceiling, transparent and allowing the early afternoon sunlight in. Jisung could see the slits in the stone supporting the glass ceiling. The slits hid the arms holding the large, glamorous royal chandeliers. Just as the sun comes down, the chandeliers would be dropped at once, lighting up the entire hall.

Jisung noticed somebody sliding closer to his slide. He turned his face to his side.

"Jaemin!", Jisung exclaimed with a smile on his face

"Jisung!" Jaemin did the same, returning the boy's smile with a grin

They both turned their heads back to the table where the two royal families were seated.

King Lee seemed to be speaking passionately, and everyone else just nodded their heads continuously. The squires noticed the Lee brothers exchange quiet looks.

"What do you think they're talking about?" Jisung asked, having been wanting confirmation on his ideas of reasons a royal family would travel to a kingdom to speak with another rather than sending a messanger or a raven.

Jaemin breathed quietly, "I don't know" he said simply, knowing exactly what they were talking about.

"You have been a generous host, King Lee" King Choi spoke, "I believe it is time to discuss important matters"

Jeno’s father placed his utensils down against his plate and met the other man’s face.

He inhaled deeply, and said in one comfortable breath,

"It would be our house's and our kingdom's honour to ask for your daughter, Princess Choi Eun's hand in marriage to our elder son, Lee Taeyong" King Lee said swiftly. Taeyong tried his best to sit straight up in his chair, and turning his head to meet the princess' eyes, but her face wasn't meeting his.

The Choi's collectively made a suprised face.

"Oh" King Choi spoke, "I believe there is a misunderstanding"

"Princess Eun is already arranged a marriage to the Na family" said the queen of the foreign land, "We came here under the impression that we would arrange a tie between our daughter, Princes Somi, and your son, Prince Jeno" she completed, "I believe they're of the same age, and quite suitable for eachother! I hear you're a gracious fighter" she finished, this time directing her speech towards Jeno.

This time it was the Lees' turn to make a face, but they didn't. The two brothers and their father froze. Jeno stared at the plate infront of him. Taeyong on the other hand, stared at his younger brother with an expression which subtly hinted towards concern, knowing exactly what the problem was.

King Lee cleared his throat and sat pushing his shoulder blades stiffly gainst his chair. He picked up his cup, lifting it up with his hand, after what felt like an eternity.

Jeno’s head buzzed slightly. He was not ready for marriage. He was not willing,

and he loved a man.

His father slightly raised his left hand queing for the entire hall to go quiet, and as soon as they did, he announced loudly,

“To Jeno and Somi!”