#jaemin.fic

and now he’s sitting back against his headboard, your body slotted against him, your back to his chest. the door is locked and his moody leds are on, casting you and your discarded clothes in a dark purple glow. you’re completely bare to the room, jaemin left only in his boxers; you can feel his cock, hard and heavy, pressing into the swell of your ass.

“jaem,” you breath out as he nips at the junction of your shoulder and neck. you’d be lying if you said you hadn’t had dreams about ending up with him like this; he’s your best friend, sure, but that has never stopped you from fantasizing about him, the way his body would react to yours, the way he’d feel against you. this is better than any fantasy.

he hums against the underside of your jaw, nosing his way up your skin before he bites lightly at your earlobe. “what d’ya want, pretty girl? you wanna stop?” he punctuates the last question with one of his hands sliding down your body, settling it on the skin of your inner thigh.

you shake your head immediately, letting one of your hands fall to his own leg and curling your fingernails into the skin just above his knee. “hm-mm, n-no.”

you can feel his chest rumble under you as he chuckles, his smile sharp against the side of your neck as his free hand settles soft around your throat. white heat flashes through you, burning you from the inside out. his breath falls against your ear again, his chin brushing your shoulder.

“no?” he questions, his voice deep and dripping with unadulterated lust; you always hoped that he had a thing for you, but this is more than you ever anticipated, not that you’re complaining. “then you gotta tell me. can’t be useful if i don’t know what you want, huh?”

while he speaks, his fingers on your thigh shifts, ghosts over your pussy, dripping wet and no doubt ruining jaemin’s bedspread. it’s just a featherlight touch, but it has you clenching around nothing, your hips shifting, and you whine, pressing your head back against his shoulders.

“use your words, cutie, or i can’t help.”

he’s barely touched you, but you can already feel tears pricking at the back of your eyes. when you look up at him, he’s got a sinister little grin on his face, his eyes sparkling with mischief, and you whine again.

“want you to –” you break off when his fingers brush over you again, this time more centered on your clit, and you gasp. “fuck, jaem, please. want you to touch so bad.”

he lets out that dark, little laugh again and lets his fingers at your throat tighten just a bit. your mind goes a little hazy at the pressure, not really enough to do anything but just enough to work you up; na jaemin is a master at teasing and it’s already proving disastrous for you.

“yeah? you want me to touch here?” his fingertips dig into your inner thigh, he drags them across your stomach, everywhere you don’t want them; he laughs again when you whine and shake your head against his shoulder. “no? i’m just teasing, baby. i know what you need. it’s okay, nana will take care of you, hmm?”