Smut warnings: I feel like this is the time to reveal I have an impregnation kink so bear with it. Dirty talk, teasing, you're somewhat turned on by Haechan's possesiveness in all honesty. Oral sex (f. receiving), mentions and fantasies of impregnation, impregnation kink, unprotected sex (stay safe ! ), creampie.

If looks could kill, Renjun would've had a fatal ending.

Way more fatal than the fate you are transiting right now, sitting in the passenger seat while Haechan's gaze shoots darts into the road as if it’s a target, surrounded by an overwhelming silence that not even the street sounds and the city’s bustling can ease.

If looks could kill, Renjun would’ve collapsed next to you the second he decided to wrap one of his arms around you in a warm, brotherly hug. One that, seemingly so innocent, was misinterpreted by your boyfriend from afar.

“Haechan,” you sigh, but it’s useless yet again. No matter how many times you’ve said his name on the way back home, it seems as though you're speaking to a wall. A stubborn wall that doesn't listen, in which your words bounce back and are interiorized with shame and embarrassment when you realize that all you’re left with is the palpable tension inside his car.

You can see said tension in the prominent veins of his arms, his clenched jaw and the way he is just staring at the horizon, not daring to look at you. You can feel it every time you call out his name and his body stiffens a little. You can hear it in his heavy heartbeats and rapid breathing. You can smell it on your clothes, impregnated with alcohol and cigarette smoke.

But you can’t taste it. You can’t taste the tension when your mouth is dry, and your throat is aching with words gathered at the lump in your throat, threatening to spill out at any moment in an attempt to know what's going on in his mind.

“Look he didn’t mean it that way,” you murmur, trying to ignore the stinging tears pricking in the corners of your eyes. “He just- he just put his arm around me. It wasn’t- it didn’t mean anything”.

“Of course it didn’t,” it’s the only response you get, right when his car takes the street of the complex you two live in.

Whether it's because of the sound of his voice, or the fact that you're really close to knowing your true fate tonight, you feel somewhat relieved.

“He was tipsy,” you continue, resting your head against the cold, glass window.

“You weren’t,” Haechan cuts you short right when he enters the underground parking lot. The car becomes illuminated by a dim, warm light, just enough to catch a better glimpse of your boyfriend, but he still doesn’t look at you. “And you still let him put his hands on you”.

“Come on, Haechan!” you groan, frustrated.

His jealousy always gets the best out of you, but somehow it also manages for the worst of you to show through. It's a complicated situation you always find yourself in, when something like such happens. You don't really like that side of him, the jealous and possessive one, the one that feels entitled to you as a person. But at the same time, you really can't begin to hate it either.

It’s enticing.

“Get out,” he says while unbuckling his seat belt. He does so with a swift movement, only to turn around the car just to open the door for you.

He is upset, and pissed, and really angry, but he can’t get himself to stop being a gentleman to you. What happened tonight it's not your fault, anyways, but he secretly wishes you'd pushed Renjun away.

In a way, Haechan thinks it’s your fault. Even when it isn’t.

But you still follow his orders to a t, getting out of the vehicle while he holds the door for you, closing it right behind you with a loud sound that makes you feel startled for a bit.

You know Haechan would never hurt you, but this side of him it's such a scary contrast to his usual personality. It’s somewhat unsettling, to say the least, but it is never frightening.

“You’re going to give me the silent treatment?”

After a minute or two, the lack of response gives you a one. You follow him defeated through the elevator doors that take you to the lobby complex, and lose all hope in getting him to talk.

Plus, it’s getting late, and you’re tired, so if Haechan doesn’t want to talk now, you’re not going to push him further anymore —it’s probably best to deal with all this tomorrow morning, after a good night of sleep.

You stop trying to get his attention when the doors of the lobby's elevator close, and just opt to stand right beside him in silence —you've said so much already, from the minute he dragged you out of the bar you and your friends were attending to celebrate Jaemin's birthday, to the final moments in his car; if he didn’t say anything then, he is probably not going to say anything now.

So you accept the silent treatment, walking alongside with him to your apartment door. He pulls out his keys, opens it for you and gets inside without even sending a look your way. You close the door behind you and watch as he throws his jacket to the living room couch, standing awkwardly while he figures out exactly what to say.

“Why did you-”.

“I’m tired,” you cut him short, passing by him through the living room and into your bedroom. “I’m going to bed”.

Like him, you pass by without sparing him a glance. Without even acknowledging his presence there, like you’re just announcing another part of your routine to no one in particular.

“You’re not,” it’s when you feel his hand wrapping around your wrist, and stopping you from leaving the scene, that you turn around to face him —you can still see the tension, in his knitted eyebrows and that gaze of regret he holds. “Let’s talk”.

“I wanted to talk,” you murmur, getting yourself out of his grip. “I spent all the ride back home trying to talk, but you weren’t even looking at me”.

“I was just trying to find the right ti-”.

“What even is the right time?” there’s annoyance in your voice, and a part of you wishes your emotions hadn't escalated too quickly. But if there's one thing that pisses you off, is how things are always done the way he wants them, when he wants them. “When you feel like talking?”

“Listen to me-”.

“No, Haechan, you listen to me,” you sigh, leaving your purse on the couch, right next to his jacket. “Renjun just put his arm around me, he wasn’t- it wasn’t even an actual hug. And yeah- he was tipsy, but he just- he wasn’t hitting on me or anything, God!”

The more you speak, the more stressed you become. Now that the words are falling from your lips, and you’re revisiting the facts, you realize how unprovoked Haechan’s anger truly is.

“You say he's one of your best friends, but you can't even trust him,” your hands travel all the way to your hair, pushing it back and away from your face. The despair is making your body feel warm, and you can even feel a thin layer of sweat gathering on your forehead and nape. “You say you love me, but you can’t even trust me”.

“I trust him,” Haechan murmurs, “and I trust you”.

“Then what is your problem?”

“I am the fucking problem,” the black-haired groans, imitating your previous actions by pushing his hair away from his face. It’s not usual for him to raise his voice, let alone sound this frustrated —the unexpected loud tone makes you swallow thickly. “I know it’s not your fault but I can’t help it”.

“It is not my fault,” you repeat in a whisper, trying to give some echo to his own words. “If it’s not my fault, then why are you acting like it is?”

Haechan goes quiet. Not because he wants to give you the silent treatment again, but because he doesn't know what to say.

Is there anything to say, anyway? You're right, and he feels like an asshole.

“Because,” he begins, all worked up because he believes the answer is rather obvious. Isn’t it? He’s acting like this because you’re his. Because no other man has the right to touch you, or even look your way. You’re his, and he doesn’t like to share. “Because you’re only mine”.

The sudden response makes your heart skip a beat or two. Is it wrong to feel something just by seeing him this angry? Is it wrong to feel proud of hearing him say something so possessive like that?

You feel conflicted —you’re enjoying this when you’re not supposed to.

“Yours?” you ask, with an eyebrow slightly cocked.

“Yes, mine,” you're not quite sure when it happened, but your bodies are now facing each other. You can smell the tension in his cologne, along with the remains of cigarette smoke and the alcoholic beverage Renjun threw Haechan’s way at the club.

“You’re so entitled,” you let out a soft scoff, one that does nothing to ease Haechan's sharp gestures. “Yes, you’re my boyfriend, but that doesn’t mean I belong to you”.

It's, perhaps, the frustration talking. You know what he means, but it's your anger the one to make the first move.

However, you're not expecting him to laugh.

You expected him to counter attack, to get even angrier.

You expected him to raise his voice, or be silent at all.

But you weren't expecting to see the corners of his lips rising in a half smile, one as mischievous at the comment you just made.

“What?”

“Do I need to remind you how mouthy you get when I'm fucking you?”

You stare at him for what feels like ages, not daring to blink or break eye contact. He is also staring at you, but far from looking angry or frustrated, he looks amused. It's like the roles have been reversed, and it's you now who doesn't know what to say.

“What- does that have to do with this?”

“You say you don’t belong to me,” Haechan sighs, the tip of his tongue poking just slightly through his cheek. “But you never seemed reluctant about me owning you when we're in our bed”.

You can feel your cheeks getting warmer, and a weird tension in your lower abdomen you’ve grown to be familiar with over the past years. It’s probably not the greatest time to get aroused, but you can’t control yourself when it comes to him.

Just like he can’t control himself when it’s about you.

“That’s- it’s different,” you weakly attack.

“Is it?”

Haechan can tell you're getting nervous. By the way your shoulders are moving at a faster rate, and you seem to be struggling to look at him, he knows he has hit a nail. Perhaps this is a way to make a point —the one he has been wanting to make all night long.

“How so?”

The words get caught up in your throat again, and the fact that you don't have an actual response makes you feel uneasy.

“If it's any different, then that means you're a liar,” he says, guiding one of his hands to your chin whilst lifting it up. You can hear the tension in the nuances of his voice, those who seem mocking and provocative. Those looking to make you lose a game you didn't even know you were playing, “so when are you lying?”.

His hand strokes the sides of your face, and then places a strand of hair behind your ear. The touch is enough to make you gulp, but it’s a nice contrast to his harsh and filthy words.

“Are you lying to me when you say you belong to me, and that you’re mine?” Haechan asks, rubbing his thumb against your cheek. “Or are you lying to me right now, just to rile me up and get what you want?”.

That wasn't precisely a conscious plan, but now that he says so it seems that all your efforts to get him all worked up were to end up just like this.

“I just- Haechan”.

“What?” he asks you. The hand that was caressing your cheek is now placed at your waist, pulling him closer to his body.

You can feel the tension when his bulge brushes against your abdomen, hard and throbbing, pressing against you. It’s too tempting to stop, too inviting to know what he has to say without using no words.

So you allow him to touch you, to press his body against yours to make you feel how much he needs you. There is really no point in resisting, because you’ve wanted this all night long.

“Pervert,” you whisper, panting when you feel his rough grip on your ass. “I bet you were thinking about this on the way back home”.

“And you weren’t?” Haechan scoffs, quietly. “I could see your thighs squeezing together every time you looked at me”.

Embarrassingly enough, he is not that far from the truth.

“I can’t help it,” you wrap your arms around his neck in an attempt to be closer to him. “I’m sorry”.

“Save your apologies for later,” his lips are dangerously close to yours, and you squirm between his arms when you feel his breath caressing your chin and jaw. “You’re going to need them for being such a liar”.

And, finally, you can taste the tension —it tastes like alcohol, cherries, and rage. Like mint and something else.

“Fuck,” you whisper in between kisses when you feel his teeth sinking on your lower lip, “Haechan”.

It doesn’t take him long to guide you to the bedroom, managing to walk the small, dark hallway with his hands all over your body and his eyes closed.

“Haechan,” you voice once again when he lays you down in the mattress, his skillful hands looking for the hems of your jeans and underwear to pull them off in one go. Truth be told, you’ve never seen him this desperate; his lips are all over your thighs and legs, kissing them sloppy while he caresses the sides of them. He’s sucking and nibbling at the sensitive flesh, marking you every now and then in places he knows he’s the only one entitled to see.

Everything is happening too fast, but you don’t want him to slow down —you’re just as desperate as he is.

“You’re fucking dripping,” Haechan groans when he catches a glimpse of your sticky folds, all glistening with your arousal, “shit”.

He doesn’t hesitate before hooking both of his arms under and around your thighs, keeping you still in place while his lips approach your throbbing cunt.

“You think Renjun could get you this wet?” Haechan hums against your thigh, his intimidating gaze looking up at you while you struggle to support your upper body weight with your arms. For an unknown reason, you feel your body melting and going numb at such comments.

“N-no,” you shake your head.

“Do you think your body would react to him like it does with me?” The soft and teasing kisses are killing you; his lips are licking and sucking everywhere but where you want them.

“No, Haechan!” The cries in your voice makes him grind his hips against the mattress, hoping to get even the slightest friction.

He wishes he could keep on teasing you, drive you insane just like you did to him back there at the club. But, truth be told, he can't spend another minute without feeling you, in all the sense of the word.

“Apologize, then,” Haechan says, brushing the tip of his nose against your throbbing clit. That single touch is enough to earn a whimper from you, and it is also enough to make you lose all logic and rationality within you —not that you have any whenever you're underneath him in your bed to begin with.

“I’m sorry,” you whisper, clenching around thin air every time the word falls from your lips. “Fuck, I’m sorry Haechan. I’m sorry”.

“Sorry for what?” the dark-haired asks again, acting oblivious to the situation. “What are you apologizing for?”

Whether it's mercy or pure neediness, his tongue unexpectedly laps at your wetness. He licks your slit and toys with your clit, just enough to provide you with some pleasure but without distracting you from your task.

“For- shit, for letting him touch me,” you sigh, kicking your head back. You’re not quite sure what exactly you’re sorry for, but you’re willing to say anything just to feel him. “For letting him- put his arm around me, fuck”.

Haechan smiles against your pussy. A genuine smile, one that can only indicate he’s feeling proud.

“See how easy it is?” he coos, continuing his ministrations on your clit, “you tell me what I want to hear, and I give you anything you want”.

Despite Haechan’s early accusations of you being a liar, you mean everything you say when you’re in bed. In fact, you're only brutally honest when he's deep inside you. When you've lost all your senses and sanity, and when all you are left with is pure bliss.

“I’m sorry,” you keep on chanting, latching your fingers against his dark locks in an attempt to bring him closer to you.

You know you're seconds away from coming, and he knows this too, so he allows you to manhandle him against you as much as you want. He hisses when you grip his hair particularly harsher, but he doesn’t stop; instead, he licks you ardently, looking forward to your orgasm.

“Show me how sorry you are, then,” he murmurs against you, his nose and chin shining with your own wetness. “Come”.

It’s the sight of him between your legs, along with his crude words and pretty eyes that pushes you to the edge. Your hands clasp the bed sheets beneath you, and your thighs threaten to close around him but he is quick to keep them apart with his hands.

“You’re getting shy now?” he teases you while you overcome your high, writhing underneath his hold. “Keep them open for me pretty, I want to lick you clean”.

Much against your body’s will, Haechan manages to keep you in place while he helps you through your orgasm, causing waves of overstimulation to wreak havoc inside you from your head to the tip of your toes.

“Haechan!,” you gasp when you feel him pulling away from your body, the sudden loss of contact making you feel somewhat relieved after the pinches of pain caused by the overstimulation.

His lips are bright peachy and swollen, all covered in your own orgasm.

“Too much?” Haechan asks, unbuckling his belt while getting rid of his clothes. You imitate him and do the same, discarding your blouse and bra somewhere along the room.

“No,” you shake your head, inviting him between your legs.

He positions himself in the middle, and the sight makes you clench around thin air yet again. His cock is hard and reddened, throbbing almost visibly in front of your eyes.

“You still think you can take me?” he asks yet again, trying to make sure you’re not sore from how aggressive his early ministrations were.

“I’ve been wanting you all night long, Haechan,” you murmur, wrapping your legs around his hips and your arms around his neck, pulling him closer to you. “Don’t care about anything, I just want you to fuck me”.

He kisses your forehead, and then your chin. The tip of his cock is pressing against your clit and, at times, against your entrance, but he is still nowhere near being inside you.

“See,” Haechan whispers with his lips against your jaw. “I know you’ve apologized, but I still need to make sure everyone knows you’re mine”.

His words make you let out a quiet scoff.

“How come, exactly?”

“What if I came inside you?” Even the idea makes you gasp —half a gasp, that ends up sounding more like a moan, “hm?”

For this, he needs to feel you. So he loses no time pushing himself inside you until he bottoms out. You dig your fingernails into his biceps when you feel the tip of his cock brushing against a sensitive spot inside you, and it’s only then when he continues to tell you, perhaps, his filthiest fantasy.

“What if I got you pregnant?” It’s crazy, the rational part of you acknowledges. But the aroused one, the one that lacks logic, only gets even more turned on at his words. “That way, everyone will know what we do when we’re alone”.

“Shit,” you cry, clenching around his cock.

He smiles when he feels it.

“You’d like that, don’t you?” After a couple of slow, delicate thrusts, he begins to acquire a faster pace when you get used to having him inside you. “You're squeezing my cock so hard”.

“You want to- get me pregnant?”

Even the words falling from your lips make you clench around him yet again, and it takes him a lot of effort not to come just by those gestures alone.

“That way everyone would know you’re mine,” Haechan sighs, pistoning deeper inside you. “Everyone would know that I’m the one who fucks you good, the one you allow to come inside that pretty pussy of yours”.

You whimper at his words, nibbling on your lower lip while trying to contain every lewd sound that threatens to escape your lips.

“I bet you’d- look so pretty like that,” the more aroused he gets, the less he cares about what he says —it seems as though he’s not having any inhibitions, and you love it. “Fuck”.

It's a wild fantasy, but you two seem to share it. You’d be lying if you say that the mere thought of carrying his child is not appealing to you, because it is.

“Yeah?” you ask, feeling him losing all pace and rhythm of his hips. “Why don’t you get me pregnant, then?”

The dirty talk does wonders to him, because the minute you start voicing his thoughts it’s the minute his movements become sloppier, rushed, and faster. He wants to come, he desperately needs it.

But he wants you to come first.

“I will,” he groans through gritted teeth. “If that’s what you want, then I will”.

Your heart feels fuzzy, and the tension on your lower abdomen starts increasing with each thrust. It’s not going to be long before you come around him, for the second time in a row, and as much as you’d like to savor this moment, you’re too desperate to take your time.

“Fuck,” Haechan curses under his breath, feeling his arms going numb —the pleasure is too overwhelming for him to maintain a steady pace, but he makes an effort. “Make me come, baby. Squeeze my cock until I come inside you”.

The dirty talk, combined with his gaze and the future promise of offering you that something only he can give it to you, makes you reach your orgasm again.

“Coming,” you cry quietly, wrapping your legs even tighter around his hips. You arch your back against him, and he hugs you tightly in place while he continues fucking your pussy, just as much as your grip allows him too.

“That’s it,” he praises, leaving wet kisses on your forehead and cheeks while you overcome your high. “Are you going to let me come inside you tonight? Fill you up with my cum?”

“Yes!” it’s all you manage to say in the midst of such a devastating arousal. “Yes, yes, Haechan”.

He buries his face on the crook of your neck, and keeps on fucking your swollen pussy until he achieves his orgasm too.

A hot, sticky feeling is quick to flood your tummy, as well as your inner thighs. He continues fucking you slowly and gently, even after coming, to prevent his arousal to leak out of you.

“Shit,” you cry, wrapping your arms around his neck so that he plops down on top of your body, “I can feel you”.

He hugs you into his embrace, while still inside you, and attempts to stabilize himself before leaving the bed to provide you with some wet towels and water. Truth be told, he wishes to stay like this forever, with your naked body underneath him, and his leaking cock inside you.

“I’m sorry,” he whispers, leaving a quick kiss on your lips. “I know it’s-”

“Hey,” you cut him short, cooing softly. “We can talk about it tomorrow morning”.

He gets the sense that you're comfortable right now, despite the early fight, so he follows your plea compliantly.

“I’m an asshole,” Haechan jokes.

“Sometimes,” you scoff softly, finding his hazy gaze in the midst of the dim lights. “I’m glad you can acknowledge it”.

“What?”

The corners of your lips rise in a small smile when the mirror's reflection shows Jaemin in awe. He is sitting at the edge of the bed right behind you, but even in such a position where your back is facing him, he manages to find your reflection on the full-length mirror in front of you.

“You,” Jaemin sighs, licking his bottom lip while his eyes do a quick scan of you —from head to toe, he hopes his gaze doesn’t miss a single inch of the flesh in front of him. “God, you’re so-”.

He doesn’t even finish the sentence, yet he has you shying away from his words and eyes.

“Yeah, right,” you crack a small, timid laugh, “stop staring at me, I mean it!”

He's unlucky you're standing right next to the chair of your desk that, strategically, has a big, soft cushion on it. Because the minute you spot it, you throw it at him playfully. However, you're unlucky he is great at everything that involves physical activity, so the playful teasing does nothing to him because before you can tell, he has already caught the cushion with his hands. No impact, and no desired effect either.

Disappointed, you return to your previous task, and Jaemin seemingly does the same —you’re fixing your wet hair, and he’s back staring at you in awe.

“I was thinking we could order takeout,” you tell him, trying to fill the void of silence with anything.

Jaemin hums in response.

“I really don’t feel like going out right now, I just took a shower. Plus there’s this show I’ve been wanting to watch with you-” another hum from your boyfriend as a response, so your furrowed eyebrows find his reflection in the mirror, slightly annoyed. “Jae?”

It isn't uncommon for Jaemin to get lost in his trail of thoughts. “Mhm?”

When you turn around to confront him, you realize he isn’t lost in his trail of thoughts like he usually is. He is right there with you, his gaze is all over your figure, and his mind is there —he’s just planning something out.

“Jae-”

“Take off the bathrobe,” he asks, without thinking twice —he might as well do so, because the bathrobe isn’t doing anything to hide your precious body from him. “Please”.

It looks good on you, he admits. But you look way better without it.

“Do you want to order take out yes or no?”

The sudden plea makes your skin feel hot, but you try to pretend it didn’t affect you at all for any reason. It’s a silly game you often play with yourself, where you try to drag out Jaemin’s desire until he is too close to the edge to bear it.

“I’m not hungry,” he tells you with half a smile, tilting his head. “I mean I am, but not for food”.

The way he is staring at you from head to toe tells you everything you need to know about his innuendo, but isn't it more fun to act clueless? To pretend you don't understand him until he's too desperate for you to keep on dragging this little game on?

“So?”

“So take off your bathrobe,” Jaemin insists again, this time pulling you closer to him, trapping you between his legs while he sits at the edge of the bed. “Please?”

You stare at him, placing both your hands on his shoulders.

“Should I?” you tease your boyfriend with a cheeky smile peeking through the corners of your lips.

“I know you want to,” he sighs, sneaking both his hands to the back of your legs and hooking them around your inner thighs. He caresses them oh so sensually, dragging them up and then a bit down, making you wish for more. “Don’t you?”

You pretend you think about it, but his intimate touch makes it hard for you not to give in.

“You want it,” Jaemin drags the tip of his digits a bit too far up. Too close to your core that’s aching for him, too close to offering any kind of stimulation that it’s going to make you lose your mind. “Don’t think I didn’t notice how you kept staring at me the whole time. Your eyes were all over my ass”.

He feels his cock twitching when the words come out of your mouth, because you’re definitely not that far from the truth. He was, indeed, staring —how couldn’t he? The silk fabric hugged your body tightly and left nothing to the imagination; it sticks to your flesh like another set of skin, and it also lets Jaemin know you’re wearing absolutely nothing underneath it.

“Don’t think I didn’t notice how you kept bending over just for me to watch,” your boyfriend counter attacks, and suddenly you feel shy. You were teasing him, yes, but it's kind of embarrassing he brings it up.

“I wasn’t,” you say, shaking your head slowly. “I was just brushing my hair”.

“Hm,” Jaemin hums, finally dragging his fingers all the way to your naked core, rubbing the tip of two against your slit.

Dripping.

“Are you sure?” he asks, defiantly. With his penetrative and intimidating gaze all over you, like it's some sort of trial.

Like he has to prove something to you.

“Yes, baby,” you murmur, moving the palms of your hands from his shoulders to his neck. Your boyfriend tilts his head, just at the same time his hands move forward to the naked flesh of your ass. When you feel him squeezing it a bit too harsh, you know you’ve hit the spot.

“Baby?” he repeats with a hoarse voice, like he’s trying to remain collected.

“What?” a smile brightens your face, “you don’t like it when I call you that?”

You know the answer, but you still want to hear it from him. In exchange, though, all you get is silence and a challenging gaze, one that tells you you’re pushing him closer to the edge faster than expected.

“Hm, baby?” you ask again, tilting your head at him. “Cat got your tongue?”

With a sudden movement, Jaemin pulls you towards his lap —you’re no longer standing between his spread legs, but sitting on top of his throbbing bulge that feels tightly pressed against your wet pussy.

This time around, he doesn’t ask you to take off the silk robe. His hands do so delicately, untangling the barely-made ribbon at the front to reveal your naked body to him like you're some sort of gift he has to unwrap.

“Fuck,” he sighs when the fabric is discarded to the floor, leaving you completely exposed for him.

His gaze flies directly to your breasts, the sight of their perfect curvature and hardened nipples makes his cock twitch painfully under you, demanding your attention.

“You look beautiful,” Jaemin whispers underneath his breath, too quiet to be heard from a distance but you pick it fairly well. He places his hands on your hips and pulls you even closer to him, until his tongue latches and swirls around one of your hardened buds.

“God,” his soft lips and wet tongue feel heavenly on your breasts. Your skin gets covered in goosebumps quickly, and you soon feel your body trembling against him. “Don’t- fuck Jaemin, don’t stop”.

He smiles against your skin, but loses no time to provide you with even more stimulation. He drags his hands from your hips to your arse, and he grips it tightly while pressing his body against yours.

“So good,” Jaemin murmurs, caressing and squeezing your ass while guiding your hips over his lap. Your body reacts instinctively, and the more he touches you, the more you grind against his bulge.

“Yeah?” you ask with a deep sigh, wrapping your hands and arms around his neck. “I’m good?”

“Perfect,” he smiles, landing a soft and gentle slap on one of your ass cheeks. It isn’t painful, but the sharp feeling it’s enough to have you whimpering against his lips. “You’re perfect”.

You wish to stay forever like this, hugging him tightly with your pussy pressed against his cock. You want to feel his hands all over you, at all times —on your breasts, on your hips and on your ass. But you’re getting desperate.

Jaemin can tell, by the way you move your hips deeper and faster, trying to get more friction and stimulation. He can even feel how wet you are through the fabric of his shorts.

“I want to taste you,” he sighs, pressing a kiss on your chest, then on your neck and one on your lips. “Let me eat your pussy out”.

There’s something enticing about how dirty Jaemin can get with his words. You love how raw they sound, how the more turned on he gets, the more he stops thinking about everything too much.

So you stand up from his lap, and just when you’re about to get in the usual position —lying down with your back against the mattress and your legs spread— Jaemin motions you to get on your knees.

The position is rather new for this specific practice, but you don’t seem to hate it —your knees are pressed against the mattress, your back is arched and your ass is completely exposed for him. The only thing you dislike it’s the fact that you can’t see him or his face, but you completely become mindless once his tongue laps at your slit.

“Fuck,” Jaemin groans. Guttural, even animalistic.

The louder he gets, the more you melt.

He buries his face between your legs, and loses no opportunity to have his hands all over your ass. He often fantasies with you sitting on top of his face, grinding your wet pussy against his lips while you get off with him. Tonight, though, he wants to be fully in control of your pleasure, so he pushes that fantasy aside for a little while.

“Taste so good,” he murmurs, collecting all your wetness with his own tongue and smearing it along your slit. He’s messy with it, and neither of you seem to care. “Your body it’s- just fucking perfect”.

You moan at his words, and arch your back even harder at his ministrations.

“Shit, baby,” you whine, gripping the bed sheets with your hands in an attempt to hold on to something. Normally you’d do so latching your fingers along his long hair, but since the position doesn’t allow you too, the bed sheets will have to do for now.

“You have no idea how much I love it when you call me that,” your boyfriend hisses, offering you yet another soft spank to your ass cheeks. “I swear you have me wrapped around your finger, pretty”.

The more he praises you, the closer you get to your orgasm. Not only that, but his wet tongue feels heavenly in you —he knows your body like the back of his hands, and knows exactly what and where to touch.

“I’m all yours,” he coos, sucking on your throbbing clit and making your body jolt forward. “Are you all mine?”

“Yes!” you gasp without thinking it twice, feeling your orgasm approaching. “I’m all yours, Jae”.

Jaemin smiles against your pussy. He knows you’re close, judged by how you’re curling your toes and your body is becoming stiff. He can faintly taste your orgasm, and he isn’t going to stop until you’re coming all over his face, letting him know how good he is making you feel.

At the same time, he’s desperate to come too. You’re so made for each other, that he could just get off to the taste and sound of you —many times he has reached his orgasm untouched, just by pleasuring you. He fears tonight might be one of those days, but he’s trying hard to control himself.

“You’re about to come,” he tells you. It’s not a question, nor an assumption. Jaemin knows you’re seconds away from your high, he can feel it just as if your bodies are one. “Come for me”.

He has you weak. Everything about him makes you feel weak, and you can’t help yourself but do exactly as he tells you. He holds that much power over your body, and you’ve known it for a while now.

“Baby!” you gasp one more time, burying your head against the mattress while you try your best to remain in your position. The pleasure is too overwhelming to complete such a task, but Jaemin’s tight grip around your thighs and ass makes it easier for you.

“I know,” he murmurs, his silky voice feeling like a breath of fresh air in the midst of the overstimulating sensations. “It feels good, hm?”

You nod frantically, tears spilling from the corners of your eyes. It feels too good.

“Come, baby,” Jaemin encourages you, keeping you in place by hooking his arms around you. “Let me taste you”.

The way he grips and massages your ass, paired with the feeling of his lips against your core and the filthy words that are falling carelessly from his mouth, you finally reach your anticipated orgasm.

Your boyfriend tastes every single drop of it, and the lewd noises he makes against your throbbing pussy do nothing but increase your own arousal. You’ve always loved how messy and passionate Jaemin can get, and tonight it’s no exception.

“Shit- baby!” He gives you no time to overcome your orgasm, and continues eating you out until your body becomes limp. You have no strength on your arms or knees whatsoever, but you still manage to stay in place helped by Jaemin's grip on you. The pleasure it’s becoming too much, but you don’t want him to stop.

Not at all.

“That’s it,” Jaemin coos, smiling in victory when he’s done licking you clean.

He can’t spend another minute without being inside of you, and you’re weakly swaying your hips letting you know that you want him just as much as he wants you, so he loses no time before discarding his clothes to the floor.

“Baby,” you murmur, shifting your position on the mattress slightly. However, he’s quick to stop you.

“Wait,” Jaemin holds your hips firmly, making you stay still in the position you’re in —knees and palms against the mattress, on all fours with your back arched and your ass up for him. “Let me fuck you like this,” he tells you, and you can pick up the neediness of his voice. He’s desperate to come too, and he wants to do so with you. “Let me see how you swallow me full”.

You love watching him fuck you, but you can’t refuse —you know how much he loves this position and the best part is that he is very vocal about it. So you do as you’re told, and fix your body on the mattress.

It takes him barely a couple of seconds before you feel his hands guiding your hips all the way to his erected cock, the tip of it rubbing against your slit while coating himself with your wetness. You’re more than ready to take him, and he slides right in so easily that it makes him grunt.

“You’re so- tight, and warm” he hisses as he bottoms out, feeling his pubis hitting against your ass.

“Yeah?” you ask, doing your best to bear the painful stretch. He prepared you well, but the very first seconds are always uncomfortable until your walls get used to his girth.

“And you look- so good from this angle,” Jaemin praises you, and you smile. “God you’re so- I love how your ass looks while you’re taking me in your pussy”.

You sway your hips just a little, and that single motion makes him lose his mind for a while. He loves how good your ass looks, how it feels when he grips it with both his hands. He also loves to fuck you from behind and see how it bounces against his cock.

It’s such a pleasant view.

“Fuck me,” you plea, fucking yourself on his cock just slightly.

Any other day, Jaemin would love for you to take control and fuck yourself on him. But right now, he’s too desperate to feel you.

He places both of his hands on your hips and starts pounding himself inside you. He does so slowly at first, but the needier he got, the faster he starts to fuck you.

“Can you feel me?” Jaemin asks with hitched words, biting his lower lip to prevent being too loud. “Can you feel how hard you fucking make me?”

You cry both at his words and the feeling of his cock ramming inside of you. He’s going so deep, and particularly fast, that it gives you no time to respond.

“I can’t control myself when I’m around you,” he confesses through gritted teeth, leaning down to pepper a couple of kisses on your naked back. “You’re so- hot, can’t keep my hands off of you”.

There’s something enticing about how Jaemin looks at you, about how you always catch him staring at your body at any given situation. You love how he always checks you out, how he sneakily spanks your ass while you pass by him in a public place. You love how much he likes your body, and how good he makes you feel about it.

No one has adored your body as much as he does.

“I’m all yours,” you tell him, feeling the tension starting to unravel in your lower tummy. You guide one of your hands to your throbbing clit and start rubbing it almost at the same pace as his thrusts.

Jaemin can feel how hard you’re clenching around him, how your walls are squeezing him tight, begging for his release. He knows you’re close too, again, by how wet you’re getting.

So why wait? The whole night is ahead of you, and he still has the needed stamina to fuck you in every single position he knows, so he doesn’t want to waste any more time before coming with you.

“I’m close,” he sighs, closing his eyes and kicking his head back. You feel heavenly around you, but he wants to come with you.

At the same time if possible.

“I’m too-” you cry, feeling drool spilling from your mouth and staining the bed sheets.

“Come with me,” his voice and breath are shaky, his thrusts are getting sloppier and the lewd noises coming out of his mouth get louder with each second that passes by. You know he is also close, so you decide to give in.

“Won’t hold it-” you warn him, gripping the bed sheets while you do your best to stay still. “Fuck, baby- I’m-”.

You don’t have to tell him you’re coming because he is feeling it. He can feel your walls spasming, he can see your whole body trembling and he can hear how you chant his name over and over again.

It takes him one last look to your body fucking itself into his cock to come undone, all for you. The sight of your arse pressing against him, and his hand groping the flesh of it it’s what pushes him to the highest point of his arousal.

He loves to touch you and grope you like your body belongs to him, knowing that no one else gets to feel your body like this. He loves how perfect you are, how each part of your body drives him insane.

He loves everything about you, and the adoration he holds for you is equal to the lust and desire he feels towards you.

Jaemin comes inside you, whispering sweet nothings into your ear from behind. He fills your pussy up to the brim, until it is leaking.

“Fuck,” he sighs as he manages to overcome his high. He’s breathing loudly and heavily, his throat feels dry and his head dizzy. Jaemin is still feeling the ravages of his orgasm, from the tip of his toes to his crotch.

It’s an overwhelming feeling he adores, and one he can only achieve when he is with you.

“Thank you,” you finally tell him when he plops down onto the bed. You lay right beside him, not caring that his arousal is leaking out of you. For a reason, it feels too intimate.

“For what?” Jaemin asks with a weak smile, turning to face you.

“For all your words,” you return the smile. “You always make me feel attractive, beautiful”.

Jaemin pulls your body close to him, until your head rests at the top of his naked chest. Then, he places a kiss on top of your forehead.

“You are attractive, and beautiful,” he sighs, hugging you tightly. “Perfect, even”.

Author's note: I hope you enjoy this one! I apologize if I fucked up the grammar or spelling, english is not my first language and I haven't proofread this so I hope it's okay! This is my first drabble/story here, and I'm very happy to share it with you. Please, if you enjoy it, leave a comment or a reblog. It would mean the fucking world to me istg. Love you all!

⸺ Mark

“One more,” he groans, using both your wrists crossed right behind your back as leverage and pressing down your face and upper body even further against the mattress. “I know you can give me one more”. 

You’re sure your knees will give up on you any minute now. 

“I can’t,” you cry out, but the sound is quickly muffled by the pillows. “I can’t- shit, Mark, I can’t”. 

“Didn’t you say I could take all my stress out on you?” His words are harsh, but they don't sting enough for you to quit. Or at least not yet. “You wanted this, so I’m giving it to you”. 

It's useless to try and regain your strength, so you come to terms with having your face buried in his pillows. It's getting hard to breathe, but you don't care —all you want is to stick up to your word, to let him relieve all his frustrations on you.

“S-shit,” you cry out loud, squirming underneath him as much as his grip allows you to.

You really don’t want him to stop —it hurts just as much as it feels good but, at the same time, you are aware you’re pushing your limits.

“Come,” Mark groans, slapping your ass with his available hand. The stinging feeling is enough to make your whole body jolt forward, but the way he is holding you in place prevents your body from running away from him. “Be good and squeeze my cock right”. 

Your body feels numb. You're not even sure if your orgasm is approaching or not because this feels unusual. It's an overwhelming sensation that you're not quite sure how to describe, but it's nothing you're familiar with.

Your heart feels heavy, and your chest is pounding with guilt. You really can't do it, despite how much Mark is asking you to. You tried to be good, to let him use you until he is satisfied, but you can't keep up with his rhythm.

It became too much in so little time, and you feel somewhat guilty for not being able to reciprocate.

“Mark,” you gasp for air, feeling your consciousness drifting away as you try to speak loud and clear for him to hear your safe word, “red”. 

He stops right in his tracks. Almost too harshly. 

He immediately lets go of the grip on your wrists, and the sigh of relief you let out makes him feel awful. Just like it does seeing your tinted cheeks stained with tears, and your swollen lips which you spent biting down the last couple of minutes to prevent you from sobbing. 

“Fuck, baby,” it’s almost comical how quickly he moves around the bed —too fast for your hazy mind to comprehend it. “Shit, I’m so- I’m so sorry, I’m sorry”. 

You don’t need any apology whatsoever. You tried to drag it out as much as you could, and when it became a lot you decided to use your safe word. As simple as that.

He isn't one to blame, nor you. 

“It’s okay, Mark,” you whisper, pushing your hair away from your face while the back of your hand tries to dry out the tears and drool on your chin. 

“Fuck,” he curses under his breath again, followed by a choked and frustrated deep exhale. “I didn’t- shit, I should’ve stopped”.

“You did,” it’s almost useless to try and talk some sense into your boyfriend as of right now, since he’s walking around your bedroom trying to pick up stuff you might need —a dampened towel, a blanket and a bottle of water. “I said the safe word and you stopped”. 

“No,” he shakes his head, dragging the dampened towel slowly through your inner thighs. You can see regret washing down on his face while he gulps loudly. “I should’ve stopped- I was being too rough, I just- I’m so fucking sorry, I’m sorry- I shouldn’t have pushed you to your limits, I should’ve-”. 

“Mark,” you cut him off short, wrapping your hand around his arm while he finishes cleaning you up. “I’m sorry I couldn’t take everything you were giving me”. 

Mark's knitted eyebrows and the sadness creeping into his eyes feel like a painful sting into your heart. 

“Don’t say that,” he coos, caressing your head and face while planting a kiss on your forehead. “Please don’t say that ever again, baby”. 

“I just wanted to make you feel good,” you murmur with hitched breath, feeling a bit emotionally overwhelmed by the past session. “I’m sorry for not being able to keep going”. 

“Don’t,” Mark whispers, holding you into his embrace while still peppering warm kisses to your forehead. “Please don’t apologize for that, I don’t ever want you to push your limits like that for me ever again”. You hide your face into his chest and just nod, feeling comforted by the warmth his skin provides. “Okay?”

“Yeah,” you murmur against his flesh.

It takes him a while to regain composure, and he does so by cuddling you tightly against him. His fingertips run the middle of your back over and over again, murmuring sweet nothings while he makes sure to keep his undivided attention on you rather than the guilt he's feeling.

“Thank you for using your safe word,” he whispers into your ear, leaving small pecks everywhere his lips approach. “And I’m sorry for- I just, got too carried away, didn’t realize I was hurting you”. 

You hum weakly, just mere seconds away from falling asleep between his arms.

“I wanted you to,” it’s all you manage to say. “I wanted- you to take out all your stress on me”. 

“Not like this, baby,” he tells you. “Not by hurting you”.

 You don't realize how much time you two spend in silence, just cuddling each other. But right before your eyes finally close shut, you can pick on Mark's quiet voice whispering endless praises to you.

“You did so good for me, baby,” he leaves another kiss on your forehead while his hand caresses the side of your face and body. “I love you so, so, so fucking much”.

⸺ Jeno

“It’s this really all you can take?” The mocking tone in his voice makes you clench around thin air, but he is not that far from the truth. 

Jeno knows you. He knows your limits fairly well, knows how much you can take and when you need to stop. Tonight, he is just teasing you —well deserved, after you spent the whole night teasing him just as much.

“You were talking so much shit earlier today,” he scoffs, slamming his hips against your mouth. “I’m happy to know your mouth is useful for so much more”. 

It's no surprise you're currently like this —on your knees, with your hands behind your back and your mouth open for him to fuck it. You knew this is exactly what you wanted the minute you started teasing him, but you didn't calculate how riled up Jeno could get by it.

And oh, how riled up he got.

“Didn’t you say my cock wasn’t enough?” he asks you, groaning through gritted teeth. “You can’t even take it without making a whole fucking mess of yourself”.

You moan against his length, occasionally gagging when the tip of it hits the deepest spots in your throat. Tonight, Jeno is not showing any mercy on you —not that he usually does, but that is something you both enjoy.

However, it all becomes overwhelming when he gets too carried away. You can’t recall when was the last time he stopped to let you breathe, but it feels like forever ago. You’re managing to breathe through your nose, but that is nowhere near enough. 

“Take me all,” he hisses, finishing every word with a hard thrust of his hips. “Make me come inside that dirty mouth of yours”.

That’s all you want, really. 

But it's getting impossible when the lack of oxygen is making you feel dizzy. Plus, your mouth feels sore and the tears spilling from your eyes along with the good amount of drool falling from your lips and onto your chin is making the task rather difficult. 

You want to please Jeno, you really do. But you also need a break.

So you interrupt the position he put you on, and your hands reach out to the side of his thighs. In the midst of the roughness, you dig your nails onto his soft flesh and he is quick to pull himself out of you with ease, also freeing your hair from his harsh grip. 

“Red,” you cough, gasping for air almost immediately. And although it’s barely audible, you don’t need to repeat it twice before Jeno is already dropping to his knees right in front of you. 

“Are you okay?” he rushes to ask with a concerned look. 

“Yes,” you cough again, attempting to clean your face with the back of your hand. “I kind of- got too overwhelmed”. 

“Don’t apologize,” Jeno shakes his head. One of his hands reaches out to your chin and he is quick to pick up on your teary eyes and drooling lips. “Let me clean you up”. 

He stands up and comes back quickly, just because he didn't want to leave you on your own for too long. When he kneels right beside you again, you notice he is carrying some tissues along with water and some snacks. 

“You brought the whole pantry,” you joke, still with a hoarse voice. 

Jeno’s lips rise in a weak, half smile. “I didn’t ask what you were craving but I figured something to eat would make you feel better”. 

Two of his fingers lift up your chin while he dries up your tears with a tissue. Once he is done, he moves on quickly to clean up your mouth, chin and chest with delicacy, his soft eyes paying attention to every inch of skin that he might need to take care of.

“Right now I need some water,” you tell him.

After cleaning you up, he takes off the lid and hands you the bottle of water. It’s the perfect temperature —not too cold that it hurts your throat more than it is already aching, but it is also not too warm.

It helps, a lot.

“Are you sure you’re okay?” Jeno asks again, and you can still sense the worry in his tone. He intertwines his hand with yours, and you squeeze it lightly before offering him a smile.

“I’m sure, Jeno,” you reply. “I just needed a break, really. I’m alright”.

“Did I hurt you?” he queries, wanting to know exactly what prompted you to use your safe word just to be extra careful next time to not push your limits. “Was I being too mean? Was I too rough?”

You smile wholeheartedly. “You know I like it when you’re mean,” you reassure him, “but I wasn’t breathing properly. That’s why I asked you to stop”. 

Jeno tiltes his head with a look of shame imprinted on his face. “I acted like a fucking animal”.

You shake your head, “I think we both got too carried away, you know. With all the teasing and stuff”. 

“You’re right, I’m sorry,” he murmurs, caressing your hand while he holds it. “I’ll be way more careful next time”. 

“Thank you,” you smile. “I just need a couple of seconds to continue”.

“Why don't we end this here, yeah?” he proposes.

“But-” you’re not quite sure if you still want to keep on going, but a part of you wishes you would. You’re still aroused, and you want him still. “I want to- you’re still- I want to make you come”. 

“Maybe another time, pretty,” Jeno smiles, cupping your face to leave a quick kiss on your lips. “Right now I want us to rest, alright?”

He loses no time in getting you to bed, covering your naked body with a cozy blanket while leaving the water bottle on your night stand in case you might need to drink some more. He also carries the snacks all the way to you, and once you’re settled he makes a space in your bed for him to lay down next to you. 

“What are you craving for dinner, hm?” he asks while you munch on some oatmeal cookies. The whole scene left you more tired and hungry than you initially thought, so the snacks were very convenient for you to regain some energy. “I can cook for you, or we can order some food delivery”.

“The second option,” you whine. “I want you to cuddle me”.

Jeno scoffs softly, and shifts his position on the bed so that he can wrap his arms around you. “Good choice, pretty”.

⸺ Haechan

“Shit,” a choked moan escapes your lips when Haechan's hand keeps your thighs open, with so much strength that you can barely move underneath his grip. “Haechan”. 

He places a wet kiss on your inner thigh, softly nipping at your sensitive flesh while pressing the vibrator even harder against your clit. 

“You’re dripping wet,” he tells you with his heavy gaze all over yours, “you must really want to come, don’t you?”

You buck your hips at his mocking words, sobbing when you feel your inevitable fate creeping through.

It has been going on for minutes, maybe hours. You honestly can’t tell anymore, but it sure has been feeling like an eternity of torture. 

“Haechan, please,” you cry out. “Please, I’m begging”. 

“You can beg all you want, darling,” Haechan scoffs, forcing your thighs open even  more. “But I’m still not going to let you come”. 

Damned be him, who knows you too well. Even if you try to fool him, to come and pretend you just didn't, Haechan will know —he knows your body language like the back of his hand.

“Don’t even think about it,” he continues, just as if he is reading your mind. 

“Please,” you cry out one more time, but it’s all in vain —you know he is not going to show you any mercy. “I’m close”. 

The mischievous smile he has on surely tells you that he is pleased with all of this —pleased with how fucked out you look after having your orgasm taken away from you at least 3 times tonight. And in all honesty, you enjoy the dynamic. You enjoy being edged, and denied. You enjoy begging for pleasure, for him.

But maybe tonight your body is taking tolls on you, and you’re not enjoying it just as much as you usually do.

“Haechan,” you moan one last time before arching your back against the mattress. And it is in that moment, where your eyes go white and your lips start babbling nonsense, that Haechan knows you’re coming.

Clicking his tongue, he withdraws the toy away from you and leaves you with nothing but an interrupted orgasm. One that hurts, that has you crying and writhing in his bed. 

“I didn't say you could, darling,” he murmurs with a deep tone, admiring your body trembling underneath his. “Did I?”

You don’t respond. Not that you can, because the pain on your lower back and abdomen it’s almost unbearable —after all the edging, your body is extremely sensitive. Another touch, or another forced stimulation and you’re sure you might pass out from exhaustion.

“Red,” you babble when you feel his soft hands prying your thighs open again. “Red, red”. 

Immediately, he helps you close your legs and kneels right beside you on the bed, caressing your legs and looking out for your hand. 

“Too much?” he asks, wholeheartedly. You simply nod, sobbing quietly at the overwhelming feeling. “Come here”. 

He lays next to you and hugs you tightly, pressing your face against his naked chest. His heart is beating loudly, even from a distance you can hear it —he also doesn’t say it, but you can feel him getting tense at the realization that he might have overstepped your boundaries. 

You spend some time like this, hugging him while trying to calm down. Even the painful tension on your lower abdomen disappears after some while, just by having his embrace close to you.

“Are you okay?” Haechan queries with a whisper.

“Yes,” you murmur, offering him a weak smile. “I’m very tired”.

“I know, darling,” he wipes the sweat off of your forehead, and brushes your hair back. “I’m sorry”.

“For what?” you ask, confusion imprinted all over your face.

“I should’ve stopped long before you use your safeword,” he explains. “I should’ve known when it was becoming too much for you, and I shouldn't have pushed you to use it”.

“Well we have a safe word for a reason, don’t we?”

“Yeah,” he exhales. “But I don’t ever want to overwhelm you enough to the point where you need to use it again”. 

“It’s okay, baby,” you reassure him. “I’m okay, alright?” 

“Alright,” Haechan whispers, kissing your cheek sweetly. 

After a couple of seconds holding you between his arms, he decides it’s time to clean you up, put you some new clothes and provide you with some water. But right when he is about to step out of bed, he feels your arms tightening around him.

“Let me take care of you,” he tells you, patting your head softly.

“Don’t leave,” you murmur. “Please stay with me”. 

“You want me to stay here?” Haechan repeats. “Don’t you want me to get you some water, clean you up?”

You shake your head. “All I need right now is you,” you tell him. “Stay with me a little longer”.

He nods compliantly, feeling his heart skipping a beat or two when the realization of how much you need his presence around at vulnerable times sinks in. 

“I’m right here,” he coos. “I’m not going anywhere, alright? I’m going to stay with you here until you need me to”.

“Thank you, Haechan,” you whisper against his neck. “Thank you, for always trusting me”.

⸺ Jaemin

“Come on, princess,” Jaemin smiles, his lips brushing against your sensitive core. “Let me make you feel good”.

When you told Jaemin you were feeling a bit stressed today, he took matters into his own hands to help you take your mind off of things for a while. Of course, he has his very own way to do so, and you're more than happy with it.

He’s like that, an act of service that meets physical touch as a love language kind of guy. Overtime, he has noticed how much you like it when he eats you out —you can spend hours with your legs open and your fingers latched to his soft hair, and he can do exactly the same. 

“Does it feel good?” he asks, making sure you’re still with him.

And it does feel good, but you can already feel the overstimulation coming through with each flick of his tongue, or each touch of his rough digits against your clit. 

“I’m close,” you mutter through gritted teeth. “So- close, Jaemin”. 

He smiles. 

“Show me how close you are,” Jaemin tells you, lapping at your slit messily. “Come all over my face”. 

You can't understand how those filthy words can come out of a mouth so sweet, but you love it. So much so, that it's his words that trigger your third orgasm of the night, one that's just as messy as the way he has been eating you out for the past hour or so.

“Jaemin,” you whimper one more time, and pull his hair roughly against your cunt that it ellicits a painful hiss out of him. “F-fuck, shit”. 

“Keep going,” Jaemin gasps against your pussy, burying his fingers in it while he continues teasing you with his tongue. “I won’t stop until you’re satisfied”. 

But you're more than satisfied by now. Your third orgasm it’s as pleasing as it is painful, and he is not giving you any time to recover from it.

“Jae- Jaemin,” you whimper, closing your legs around him instinctively as a way to avoid overstimulation. “Too much”. 

All in his mind is to make you come again. And again, and again until you're left with no thoughts. 

But the overwhelming stimulation is becoming almost unbearable, so you really need him to stop —no matter how badly you wish to come again for him.

“Red, Jaemin,” you cry out, and whine at the immediate loss of contact from his lips. “I can’t take one more”.

You can feel him panicking for a bit. But just as fast, he regains composure of himself and the situation.

“Are you okay?” he asks with shortness of breath, with messy hair and still your arousal glistening on his lips and chin.

“Too much,” it’s all you manage to say. “It started to hurt a little bit”.

Jaemin furrows his eyebrows and sits on the bed right beside you, staring at you deeply.

“What can I do for you?” he immediately asks, pushing a few strands of hair away from your face. “What do you need?”

“I just- need some time,” you exhale. “I swear I’m going dizzy”.

You let out a soft laugh, but Jaemin’s worry stops him from finding your comment any amusing.

“I need to know if you’re okay,” he tells you, the concern in his voice being almost palpable. “Please tell me if you need me to do anything”.

“I’m okay,” you smile. “I promise”. 

Jaemin caresses your head and face, contemplating the sweet smile you're offering him even after the pain he caused you. He didn't mean to, really. But he failed to realize that the line between pleasure and pain can sometimes be very faint. 

“I’m sorry, baby,” he apologizes. “Please forgive me”.  He leaves a wet peck on your forehead, and hugs you tightly against his chest, decorated with sweat. “I won’t let that happen again”.

“It’s alright, Jaemin,” the embrace is comforting enough, but Jaemin has other plans in mind for you. Or at least that’s what you think when you feel him stepping out of the bed. “Where are you going?”

“I’ll run a warm bath for you,” he tells you, slipping into a pair of shorts before approaching your drawer, and it takes him no more than a minute to pick up some new clothes and underwear for you, placing it at the edge of the bed. “I’ll get you cleaned up and we can have some dinner after”.

“A warm bath sounds nice,” you sigh. “Really”.

He smiles at you from the door frame, and walks towards you one last time to leave a kiss on your lips. 

“I love you,” Jaemin reminds you. “I love you so, so much”. 

He cups your face and gives you small pecks on your forehead, cheeks and the tip of your nose.

“I love you even more, Jaemin”.

A/N: This is my first post, ever! If you read it all and made your way up until here, I really appreciate it. If you like this, please please please leave a comment or an ask! That would motivate me to keep on posting stuff! Thank you for your time!