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tomamomoon · 10 hours ago

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i remember reading this ages ago. it just randomly popped up in my mind, and i spent a good 5 minutes searching for it bc i didn’t know who wrote it 😭 when i found it, all my hairs stuck up from how giddy i got. it’s still as good as when i first read it 😼

go there with you

pairing: roommate/daddy dom! jaemin x fem! reader

genre: smut

word count: 6k+

summary: "You'd be lying had you said you didn't pick Jaemin to room with you because of his good looks. You had successfully managed to keep things platonic between you until a mistake and an amateur porn vid would bring you closer than ever. His annoying habits might wanna make you rip his hair out, yet you can think of a couple ways you can be all in his face."

warnings: daddy kink, praise kink, a little humiliation, spanking, throat fucking, rough sex, mirror sex (sort of)

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Scratch, scratch, scratch.

You count them out with your fingers. You’ve told him a hundred times, no- a million times not to scrub the dirty dishes with the rough side of the sponge. Your skin crawls at the brassy sound that reaches you in your bedroom, your body moving restlessly under your covers at the thought of your black shiny dishes getting scratches all over them.

Desperate. That’s what you had said in your ad. You were desperate for a roommate because your landlord is an asshole who raised the rent of a girl he knows damn well is too stiff to become a stripper. You’d take anyone, really, but Jaemin still wasn’t the best candidate.

You had a bunch of people that reached out to you. Quiet, kind, soft-spoken; the definition of a perfect roommate for most. A girl who said her only hobby was practicing chess by herself, a guy who was attending culinary school and promised to do all the cooking for the both of you, a girl who just needed a place to crash on the rare days she wasn’t sleeping at her boyfriend’s. They all seemed responsible and likable as well. So why did you settle for the loud talking, late-night gaming, plate scratching man in your kitchen? Just those few occurrences when you mixed up your coffee orders and had to take that first sip of his ‘Namericano’ was good enough of a reason to kick him out for good.

Well first off all, living with someone that looks like Jaemin hardly qualifies as ‘settling’. You were frankly swept off your feet when he came in for your roommate interview, dressed in the plainest of outfits yet looking so effortlessly handsome. He knew he was charming and used it against you, flicking his eyebrows when you asked him about his relationship status (you weren’t really in the mood to find a new naked lady in your living room every morning), running his fingers through his hair whenever he gave you an answer he knew you wouldn’t like.

And also, Jaemin isn’t always bad. On the days he’s not screaming into his headset or high on his caffeine overdose, he’s actually really fun to be around. He agrees to watch your favorite movies and he never steals your snacks, always smells nice, and is a good cuddler as well.

Desperate for him. That’s what you were that night you crossed the line.

He was bugging you for your wireless headphones again, barging into your room uninvited, as always. You just couldn’t understand why he didn’t just buy a pair of his own since he enjoyed working out in them so much.

“I swear to god Jaemin if you empty out their battery again-”

“I won’t! Please, y/n? I tried using mine but I keep getting tangled up in the wires.”

You just wanted that shirtless man out of your room. The results of his workout - or rather the mere warming up for it - were starting to show, sweat pooling on the hollows of his collarbones and fixated over his brows. His abs glistened in the dim lighting of your room, completing the godly image of your friendly neighborhood Apollo. Wasn’t he supposed to be smelly and gross? The light activity only intensified the spicy musk of his body spray.

You sigh and take off your headphones, letting your hair fall freely over your temples again. Searching a bit amongst the mess of cables on your nightstand, you pull out a small charger and throw them both in his direction.

“Just return them when you're done. And remind me to get you a pair of those for Christmas.”

Jaemin’s smile unravels for you gratefully, and you sigh when you finally hear the ‘click’ of your door lock. There was something he had interrupted you from, and unfortunately, you needed your headphones for the job. Guess you’d have to watch porn on mute.

It’d been a while since your last hookup. You’d been seeing that guy you met at one of your electives for a while now, your relationship mostly sexual. Everything was going smoothly, up until the day you decided on inviting him over to your place. Apparently, Jaemin’s definition of ‘being subtle’ was completely different from yours, since offering a drink to your date in your kitchen: 1) half-naked and 2) at 3 in the morning, seemed completely normal to him. You couldn’t really blame the guy for ghosting you after he left. You’d be intimidated too had his roommate been a model strutting in her Victoria’s Secret underwear.

And your little “friend” isn’t the only one affected by your roommate’s obvious good looks. In fact it’s reminded to you constantly during this whole rooming situation, and the way you’re sprung off for Jaemin for simply existing is starting to obscure you from functioning normally at this point.

It was a dumb little 2-minute video, retweeted by your favorite NSFW account. You had indulged yourself in the first few seconds and it became clear to you that this was not something to listen to in the presence of anyone other than yourself. Getting cozy under the duvet of your bed, you dim the lights to your comfort and finally press play.

You could swear the video had audio, too. At first, you thought that maybe the couple was quiet, but the way the man started snapping his hips against his girlfriend later on would make that extremely unlikely. You turn up the volume of the video some more, trying to figure out what’s wrong with your phone’s speakers when you notice the little icon at the top right of your screen.

Your headphones were still connected to your phone via Bluetooth.

Just as you were closing your browser tab in panic, you hear the tentative knock of your roommate from the other side of your door.

“Umm, y/n? May I come in?”

His voice came out muffled but it still managed to send hot blood running to your face. You agree and let him enter your room, sure of the guilty expression you must be sporting right now. A deer caught in headlights.

“I think you need to turn off your Bluetooth until I’m done with your headphones”

You felt like burying yourself 10 feet under the ground. How could you make such a dumb mistake like this? You expected Jaemin to be flustered too, to return your headphones back immediately, yet he looked confident as ever standing there, half-naked, telling his roommate to stop watching porn.

“I’m really sorry Jaemin, it was an accident-“

The sound of his chuckling makes you stop your apology, arms crossed over his chest as he gives you a once-over. His body looked even more toned now, and you didn’t know if the raise of your temperature was a result of your embarrassment or something else. He better stop looking at you like that before you do anything stupid.

“I just didn’t think you’d be into the whole ‘Daddy’ kink”

Suddenly you remember the content of the porn video.

“I- I’m not! This was just something new and I wanted to try it out and it sounded hot at first and I don’t even know why I’m telling you all this…”

Your voice trails off, swallowed by Jaemin’s boisterous laughter that jumps off the four walls of your bedroom. He’s entertained? You’re slowly but steadily starting to get more annoyed.

“I was indifferent towards it, but something about you liking it makes it really hot.”

“H-hot?”

“Yeah”, he starts, flashing you his signature grin, and he takes a seat on the edge of your bed, “‘cause you’re all innocent and stuff. Didn’t even think you liked watching porn”

“I have needs too, you know!”

“I’m sure you do, baby. So let’s hear it”

Did Jaemin just call you baby? The sound of the nickname just casually rolling off the tip of his tongue has you getting lightheaded, and you pray he doesn’t catch you rubbing your thighs together under your duvet.

“Hear what?”

“Say ‘daddy’. Like the girl in the video. How else are you gonna know if you like it or not?”

A red tint coats your vision, warning sirens go off in your ears. You are getting dangerously turned on by your roommate right now and you know that if you keep going there is no turning back. Jaemin frowns after your short silence and starts getting up from his seat.

“I’m sorry. I’m probably making you uncomfortable”

“No!”, you shriek, pulling him back with a little more eagerness than you’d like. No room for holding back now. “Will you help me? Figure it out, I mean.”

The words you just spewed out don’t even register in your head, you’re a complete victim of your neediness at this point. Jaemin starts to pet your hair softly, with a smile so sweet that’s completely contradictory to the sexual nature of your conversation.

“I’d love to help you, but we’re roommates. Are you ok with letting me go there with you? Will that make it weird?”

You knew it would, knew that hooking up with your roommate was dumb, but it’s not like you’ve kept it black and white up to this point. Nothing you wanted more at that moment than his body pressed against you and his sweet touch and for him to call you his baby again. You trusted Jaemin, and if there was someone with whom you’d want to explore this developing kink of yours, it would definitely be him.

“It’s okay. For this one time.”

He opens his thighs just an inch, patting the muscles welcomingly.

“Come here, pretty”

Leaving your pillowy hiding spot, you crawl your way slowly into his lap. Warm hands find their place over your waist, keeping you steady, and you hold onto his shoulders for extra stability.

“Can I kiss you?”

You’re the one who leans in first, giving him permission. His lips are slightly chapped and taste like coffee, your cherry chapstick mixing up the taste. You mewl as his tongue runs across your lower lip, you lose your mind a little when he captures it between his teeth.

“So sweet”, he groans against your mouth and shifts your spot on his lap so that you’re seated over his left thigh instead, “Is that how your pussy tastes as well, angel?”

You can only whimper as a response, and when he jerks his leg so that your heat rubs against his thigh, you feel like crying from desperation. Your hips start moving on their own, looking for that delicious friction that sets your whole body on fire. Jaemin bounces you on his leg again.

“Needy pussy. You know you’re ruining my sweatpants through your panties, right?”

“I’m sorry…”

“Sorry what?”

You didn’t have to look at him to know he had the biggest smile on his face, playful like the fingers that were squeezing your ass and keeping you in motion. Turning your eyes away from him, you fix your gaze on the little mole on his neck instead, gathering the courage to spill out the word that is sitting on the tip of your tongue.

“Sorry, daddy”

A sharp slap on your ass jolts you up straight, and you hold your breath when you feel Jaemins tight grip on your jaw.

“Look at me when you talk to me”

“I’m sorry, daddy”

He pats your head with the utmost care, wiping away the few tears that threaten to spill out from your blown-out eyes.

“Think you can come like this?”

You nod desperately, wrapping your arms around his neck so that he doesn’t let go. You’re so unbelievably close that you can almost taste the imminent orgasm, rutting against Jaemin’s legs with no inhibitions now. His hands bunch up the hem of the t-shirt you were wearing, pulling it up to uncover your chest.

Your face burns at the realization of the position you’re in with your roommate right now, but all thoughts evaporate from your head when his lips latch on your boob. With your clit rubbing against his flexed muscle and his mouth sucking on your nipple with such devotion, it doesn’t take long for you to come undone.

Your head falls back, and a series of swear words merged with each other leave your lips. Jaemin keeps you moving through your orgasm, muttering praises against your skin.

“That’s my good girl”

The stars in your vision slowly disappear as you blink through them, Jaemin’s fucked out expression appearing in front of your eyes again. He looks even more affected by the whole thing than you, and a quick look at his lap makes it obvious he’s begging for some sort of release as well.

“Can I put you in my mouth daddy?”

“Fuck”

Taking this as a yes, you get up on your feet again, taking your t-shirt off completely. Jaemin’s hands immediately come in contact with your bare skin, squeezing your breasts and hooking two fingers on the band of your panties. You take the hint and remove them as well, too ruined to be of help anyways, and you cross your hands over your nakedness in embarrassment as you kneel in front of him.

Jaemin’s eyes take it all in: your doe eyes, your naked body on display, the way your knees are shaking.

He commands you to suck on him from the side, and you carefully climb on the edge of the bed, crawling over him until your ass is propped up. Carefully and with patience, he collects your hair on his left fist, helping you pleasure him better. You gasp when he lets his member sprung free.

It’s unfair, really, how blessed Jaemin is physically in every way possible. He’s big, the kinda big that makes your mouth water and your pussy clench in fear and excitement. You take him in slowly, loving the way he fills your mouth so well. You move your tongue over a big vein on the underside of his cock and he swears loudly, keeping your head down just a second longer.

It’s hard to move around a dick that big so you gag a little, and Jaemin pulls you up with your hair to take a breather. You’re drooling all over your chin, lips big and plump from all the sucking.

“Is it hard for you baby?”

You nod with a sniffle, letting a tear drop down your hot face. He coos at you lovingly and kisses you softly, rubbing your cheek with his free hand until you’re swelling up with all the praise.

“You’re doing so well though. Will you go on a little more for daddy?”

You nod blindly, ready to please. He chuckles at your eagerness, kissing you once more before letting you continue.

“You’re so cute. So drunk with my cock inside your mouth.”

Your whimpers only egg him on more, and he bites his lips before he eats you whole.

“Be a good girl and let me fuck your throat now.”

Swallowing his entirety was a difficult task, but the angle helped you a lot. His tip hits the back of your throat for the first time and he slaps your raw pussy with his right hand, pushing you down even further. You emerge with the need for oxygen and get ready to dive in again when one of his fingers enters you.

You yelp from the overstimulation, your thighs shaking from the sensitivity. Jaemin seems entertained with your moans, pushing another finger inside.

“That’s… too much. I’m too sensitive. Fuck- I can’t”

He hushes you with a pat on your head, helping you put his cock back in your mouth.

“Pinch me if you want to stop. But I think you like being manhandled, right baby?”

The embarrassment makes you suck on him harder, sloppier, with more skill. His fingers pump quickly inside you as your moans get muffled in your full mouth, and you both can feel an orgasm approaching quickly.

You cum first, complaining as you desperately try to close your legs while Jaemin’s keeping them open for him to enjoy some more. Your wetness is dripping down your thighs at this point, making the skin smooth and shiny. The feeling of your wet pussy sucking his fingers in, combined with your moans around his hardness prove to be too much for him, letting out a string of curses before painting the insides of your mouth with white. He cums so much that you’re shocked with the amount of spunk, some of it dripping past your lips but you push it back in with your thumb, sucking it clean.

“Fuck”, is all Jaemin can mutter, his chest heaving from the sudden drop. His eyes are blown out as he’s taking your naked body in for the last time, knowing damn well he won’t ever be able to get that image off his head. His heart beats even faster as you smile at him innocently, looking so heavenly in the after-sex glow.

He coughs dryly when he realizes he’s staring, offering the shared bathroom to you first. When you came back to your bedroom after your shower he had already left, yet he was nice enough to take off the sheets you ruined and fold them, ready to be thrown in the laundry basket. He never asked for your headphones again, nor did he mention the ‘daddy’ incident.

But things were not the same. The tension would stretch like a thread between you, ready to snap at every second. It’d fill the air during the sex scenes of your movie nights, on the mornings when he would greet you with a deep voice and his dark stubble, on the lonely nights he could faintly make out the buzzing of your vibrator.

It sure settled in now, as you’re marching into the kitchen with just an oversized t-shirt on and your panties peeking just a bit. Today will be one of the hottest days of summer, and your body won’t handle being covered with much more before it overheats. Besides, he’s always walking around shirtless anyways.

“Na Jaemin. How many times have I told you to use the soft side of the sponge when you wash the dishes?”

“Good evening to you too, roommate dearest”, he chirps in response, continuing to scratch your plates as if you never said a thing. “Did you run out of pants?”

“Shut up. I’m so hot”

“I know”

You roll your eyes at the typical smartass response, grabbing the soapy dish from his hands.

“Ugh! Let me do it.”

“Aye aye captain”

He meant to deliver the last line with confidence yet he trips over his words, blushing at your hands that’re touching and your barely covered body that’s pressing up against his. The hairs at the nape of his neck stand on edge when he feels the softness of your chest with his back, getting flashbacks of how good they looked bouncing while you were riding his thigh.

He dries his hands quickly with a kitchen towel you have laying around and then moves over to the living room’s couch, the familiar Netflix tune reaching your ears.

“Wanna watch a movie with me?”

“Sure. But can you please turn the ac on? I might melt any second now.”

Jaemin presses the big round button of the ac controller, waiting for it to turn on. Something is wrong with the grills so he gets up to fix them, sitting on his tiptoes to reach. Your mind might have wandered off a little too much at the sight of his back dimples exposed, causing you to accidentally spray a shit ton of water on yourself.

You curse at your stupidity and the shiver-inducing feeling of wet fabric against your skin, holding yourself back from throwing the pot you’re cleaning at your laughing roommate. Thankfully it’s the last one of the load, so you make your way over to the connecting living room as well.

Jaemin is sitting and no, that wasn’t the problem. It was where he was sitting. This was your spot, not due to some Sheldon Cooper-esque obsession but because this was the only seat of the couch where the cold stream of the air conditioner didn’t directly hit you. The ease with which you catch a cold is ridiculous, so ensuring that spot is the only way you can enjoy both a cool room and a non-stuffy nose.

“Get up”, you command him, yet he doesn’t move an inch.

“Come on, I’m too comfortable to move”

“Jaemin! You know how sensitive I am!”

He gives you a once-over, his glance resting a second too long on your chest. The wet t-shirt has stuck over your skin, giving him a perfectly shaped and see-through view of your boobs. You squirm at how hungrily he looks at you, desperation and desire pooling in your lower stomach.

“I know”, he replies, a simple statement that reads as so much more. Swiftly and without any time to react, he grabs your wrist, pulling you onto his lap. “We’ll both sit here then”

You huff, both in frustration and in desperate need to let out some tension from your body. His eyes are glued to the screen, shifting through the different options, but you swear you can feel his eyes stealing glances at your boobs. The skin on your stomach gets warm as he presses his palm flat against it, and it’s all so intimate you want to scream. To add to the hell of it all, you felt the whole outline of his dick - and it’s a whole lot - through your skimpy panties.

“You’re so wet”, he dead-pans and your whole body immediately stiffens. You’re certainly turned on but you at least hoped you did a good job hiding it, feeling embarrassed at your body’s natural response.

“H-huh?”

“How much water did you throw on yourself, you little klutz?”

“O-Oh. Yes. You know me”, you giggle nervously, yelling at yourself to cool off. This is just your roommate. A roommate who made you cum harder than any man before, twice, but your roommate nonetheless.

“I saw your best friend today”, he continues with the same nonchalant tone, and the change in subject helps you relax.

“Really?”

“Yeah, she dyed her hair huh? It looks really good”

Just your roommate. A roommate who has the ability to make you jealous by simply mentioning another woman’s haircut. It was petty, sure, but you still reposition yourself on his lap, making sure to grind those tiny panties over his shaft.

You can make out a small grunt that almost escapes his lips, and a twitch down south if you’re not mistaken. He tells you something along the lines of not moving so abruptly when your phone starts to ring, and along with it your eyes bulge out of their sockets.

“Hello?”

You answer the call at the speed of light, and Jaemin, who curiously looks from over your shoulder, misses the caller id for a split second.

“Is it your best friend? Tell her we’re busy fucking!”, he jokes with a laugh, completely ignoring your waving arms and pleads to stop.

“Shut up Jaem!”

“Oh yeah, fuck. You take it so good baby. Mmmm yes, you want it harder huh?”, he moans out jokingly, slapping your thigh for a more realistic audio.

You’re completely helpless as you try to explain to the caller what the hell is going on, all the while your roommate bounces you on his lap in excitement.

“Y/n I’m gonna cummmmm~”

You scream in embarrassment and hang up the phone, hitting Jaemin in the chest.

“Jaem, what the fuck! It was the guy I was seeing that ghosted me! You ruined everything!”

Jaemin halts his humping at the sound of you being so upset, feeling empty as you try to wiggle out of his embrace.

“Y/n I’m so sorry, I didn’t know. I can call him and explain if you want-”

“No, forget it”, you mumble, the disappointment clear in your voice. You rub your face with your palms in frustration, tears welling up in your eyes. “God Jaem, I’m never getting out of this dry spell because of you”

He withers in his seat, feeling terrible. You’ve been the best roommate he’s ever had, so patient with him despite how annoying he’s aware he can be, and all he has caused you in return is trouble. He may not be able to compensate for all the sleepless nights his gaming addiction has caused you, but there is something he can do to help you out right now. And he can do it well.

“You’re right, it’s my fault. So use me.”

“Huh?”, you turn around to face him, almost straddling him. His face is flushed in embarrassment, yet his eyes are full of determination.

“You have your needs, and it’s my fault you can’t fulfill them. I’ll take care of them if you’re ok with it. I want to make it up to you.”

You blink back at him, dumbstruck, but his words have already started to affect you. You put your hands on each side of his face, staring at it for a second before you decide to kiss him.

His lips feel softer than last time but press harder against your own. He has a goal to reach and that is pleasuring you, so he doesn’t want to lose any time. As soon as his tongue disappears in your mouth his fingers rub against your panties as well, the friction already alleviating much of the sexual frustration stored in your body. They reach through the damp fabric and glide through your lower lips, while his other hand grabs one of your buttcheeks. He uses the grip to grind you against his dick that is now hard already.

“Let me take care of you”, he breathes on your skin and lays you down on your back, taking off your underwear as well.

He starts off by biting the inside of your thighs, the anticipation making you squirm. He takes his time kissing over the bite marks one by one, moving everywhere but the place you want him most. You start to whine at the teasing, and take a handful of his hair before you lose your mind.

“Why are you so mean? I thought you said you’d take care of me.”

“I know. But I like hearing you beg.”

If only it wasn’t for his hot breath just a hairsbreadth away from your pussy, or the month-long celibacy, or his beautiful face staring up at you from between your thighs, you would have swatted him on the head and stormed off.

“Daddy, please”

He didn’t ask you to use the title. It was all on your own initiative, the indisputable proof of how Jaemin has you wrapped around his little finger. He swears he’s going insane from you and with a groan, he dives in.

Two fingers spread your lips apart, giving him better access to your clit. He spits at your already soaking pussy, and then starts to slowly circle around the sensitive bud. The response from you is immediate, gnawing at the pillows around you and moaning in delight. It all sounds like music to Jaemin’s ears, and he starts to suck over a sweet spot, full of motivation.

“You’re leaking all over baby”

He was right, you could feel yourself gushing more and more as his mouth picked up speed. You feel fatigued as you sense your orgasm approaching, and when he starts to leave kitten licks right above your opening you leave a scream that startles you both.

“Fuck, right there! Don’t stop!”

Jaemin spreads your thighs apart until you’re fully exposed for him, making that sensitive spot feel even rawer. You’re tugging on the fistful of hair to move his face around your pussy just the way you like it when a wave of pleasure finally washes over you.

Your whole body shakes from the orgasm, and Jaemin intertwines his hands with yours to help you through it. You feel spent already, drooling in bliss but he doesn’t stop for even a second, only slows down a bit.

“You can handle one more”, he reassures you and slips two fingers inside your dripping core. You’re still adjusting to their girth when he curls them upwards and drags them against that spot that makes you dizzy. His tongue continues its languid movements in figure 8s, pulling away to breathe for a second. A string of your cum is hanging from his swollen lips, the sight so dirty it makes you groan. When he sucks you in his mouth again, you reach your second orgasm.

You moan gibberish as he continues to pump his fingers inside you faster, ignoring your thrashing on the bed. He only stops when he gets worried about a noise complaint from how loud you’re being, removing his digits and picking up the excess cum from your opening.

You’re stuck staring at him blankly, chest heaving up and down from the exhaustion. When he rubs his wet fingers over your lips you smile in drunk delight, and open your mouth to take them in.

“So fucking slutty”, Jaemin mutters as you slurp your wetness loudly, twirling your tongue around the silver rings he’s wearing. “Can’t wait to fuck you”

He’s palming himself through his sweatpants and the mere memory of his size makes you panic. He’d be hard to take any day but your recent abstinence from sex has you tighter than usual - you could tell by the way his fingers struggled to coexist inside you.

“I don’t know if it can fit”, you think out loud and the innocence in your voice wakes up something dark in him.

“I’ll make it fit”, he says confidently, taking off all articles of clothing one by one. When his member springs free you gulp, looking big and scary and delicious at the same time. “If you wet it it’s gonna slip easier”

You roll your eyes at how he tries to convince you to give him head again, yet not even your big ego can deny how badly you want him in your mouth. You turn your body around so that your head is now hanging off the couch, in order to help your throat fit him better.

Jaemin licks his lips as he approaches you, ready to feel the warmth of your mouth when you stop him with a palm on his thigh.

“Before we start, can you turn the ac off? I’m feeling a little cold”

“Can you stop with the damn ac already?”

“Do you want to fight or do you want your dick sucked?”

He sighs defeatedly, looking for the small controller. Your smile widens when you hear the characteristic beep, and Jaemin chuckles at your upside-down contentment.

“There. Anything else for you my princess?”

You nod with faux innocence, and simply open up your mouth. Jaemin hisses from arousal, his dick hardening at the sight of your expecting face. He grabs the base of his cock and starts teasing you, bouncing his tip over your lips.

Your tongue flicks his tip invitingly, and he finally lets himself past the rim of your mouth. Right off the bat, you’re met with a challenge, trying to loosen your jaw as much as you can to make room for his girth. Your taste buds tickle you as they welcome his salty precum, and when he moves his hips forward again your tongue engulfs his undershaft.

You go on like this for a while, with you licking his length - well, part of it - and him occasionally stretching out your cheeks. It’s when his tip enters your throat that you start taking full advantage of the position you’re in.

You gulp down the end of him at first, trying to train your throat into insensitivity. The guttural moans he lets out have you rubbing your thighs in heat, the desire alone making you forget about your last two climaxes. He pushes in further and you gargle around him, and he pulls away to let you breathe.

“Brat. You bite and bark but in the end, you love it when you choke on me.”

You open your mouth to protest but it gets filled in just a second, more than half of his length being buried in your throat. He reaches down to your body and lifts your t-shirt over your chest, before starting to play with your boobs.

The teasing of your nipples has you relaxed even more, and Jaemin decides to rock himself fully inside you. You feel his hair scratch your chin as you try your hardest to breathe through your nose, deep throating him for a few seconds.

“Fuck”, he moans out, hips staggering from the overwhelming feeling. He lets go of your right breast and wraps it tightly around your throat, his rings falling right over the bulge he has created.

Your gag reflex takes over, coughing him out of your throat that is already burning. A string of spit and slick covers the middle of your face from your mouth up to your eyebrows, tears are staining your face.

“My messy princess”, he calls you with a tone so sweet that it’s a hard contradictory to what he did to you just earlier, “So slutty. And so, so beautiful”

You feel hot blood spreading to your ears, wondering how he could find you attractive when you look as ruined as you imagine you do. This is just the prep, you remind yourself, and get up on your knees with a sniffle and a small headache with all the blood that went to your head.

Jaemin almost collapses on the couch, and if it wasn’t his raging hard-on that slapped his stomach as he sat you’d think he’d come already. He motions to it with his hands while getting comfortable.

“As I said, use me. Bounce on it. Think of me as your personal sex toy”

You can’t pass on an offer like that so you stand on your feet, moving in front of him. With a squat, you hover over his lap and search for his tip, leading it to your slit. He seems very satisfied with the view you’ve so generously offered him, and the spank he leaves on one of your cheeks ensures you of that.

You let gravity do its work, and sink down on as much of him as your body allowed. It was not his full length, but it still had your eyes bulging out of your skull.

“Oh my God”

Jaemin is just as affected, if not more, the squelching sounds of your pussy getting stretched by him being enough to make him cum. You grab onto his thighs for leverage and start to circle around him slowly, the pleasure making the pain more than worth it. Soon you manage to take him all in, and you’re so full you’re certain he’s reaching your cervix already. None of your dildos or vibrators could recreate this feeling, the throbbing and length and stretching and all at the same time.

When you finally feel more comfortable you start to move faster, catching your reflection on the glass of your balcony door. Your boobs are bouncing along with you, face contorted and mouth stuck in a dirty ‘O’. Jaemin finds where you’re staring at and curses at the scene, getting up on his feet suddenly.

His arms hold your elbows together to keep you from falling face-first on the coffee table in front of you, and a hand on your jaw makes sure you keep your eyes on the glass. He starts pounding you even harder, your thoughts melting one by one as he whispers in your ears.

“You can’t look away, can you? It feels so good getting rawed standing up, right baby?”

“Yes daddy”

“You’re dripping on the floor already. Now is this from your face of your pussy?”

“Both, daddy”

He chuckles at your cuteness and kisses the side of your neck. Your thighs are shaking from the pressure, and Jaemin can tell how close you are to collapsing. With a hand on the back of your neck he pivots your bodies and bends you in half, burying your face on the wet spot you made earlier. He digs his fingers in your love handles in a bruising grip, and starts thrusting back into your soaking cunt.

You let yourself be used, manhandled as you moan so loud you think your throat is going to give up on you. Jaemin loves the sound, snapping his hips harder to have you as fucked out as he can, the neighbors be damned. Each thrust in your clenching hole has him getting closer and closer to his release, your walls suck him in with their tightness.

“Are you still on birth control?”

“Yes”, you manage to puff out, panting through the couch’s pillow, “dump that load in me”

“Fuck. I’m gonna cum”, he exclaims in deja-vu from his prank earlier, and soon you feel him erupt inside you with a violent thrust. A sweet warmth overwhelms your lower body as he forces himself impossibly deep, the mixture of your wetness and his seed dripping out of you and joining the mess on the floor. He pulls out of you as your body starts to melt, grinding his soiled cock over your ass.

You snap out of your lust-drunk state when he pulls you in a hug, mimicking the straddling position you were in when you started. His fingers draw invisible shapes over your back as you slip in and out of consciousness; lulled by the sweet praises he mouths against your skin.

“That guy was a dick for ghosting you. How could he let go of this?!”

You laugh at his candor and snuggle deeper inside his arms, completely at bliss.

“Well, when we had sex it wasn’t as good. He never even made me cum”

He tightens his hold of you protectively, possessively almost. There’s an unspoken promise that’s lingering in the air, but you’re both too spent to acknowledge it yet. Maybe tomorrow morning, as you accidentally take a sip of his coffee instead of yours and he laughs at your sour face.

“You deserve so much better”

“I have you”

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