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the way life goes — two

pairing: jaemin x reader genre: smut, angst, fluff wc: 14.7k

chapter warnings: slow burn-ish, so much plot and way too much dialogue lol, fwb type stuff, friends to lovers i guess???, the majority of kpop 00’ liners are in this, other nct members also make brief appearances, a lot of crack humour, a lot of sex talk and jokes, black haired jaemin, jaemin is just super mysterious and sexy, explicit language, explicit content, BIG SMUT, jaemin fingers reader while the boys are downstairs, jaemin wears rings while fingering reader it's hot, grinding, dry humping, protected sex (stay safe besties), very soft!dom jaemin, sub!reader i suppose, praising, slight hair pulling, big dick jaemin, jaemin jokes about multiple orgasms, yangyang is still trying to get down n dirty with reader lmao,

⌜part one⌟

summary: you and jaemin discuss your friends with benefits situation before things between you both start to escalate. also, your friends are crazy and they know about it.

“Have you guys started that creative writing assessment Professor Moon asked us to do?” Miwoo questions at the table during lunch, dipping her baby carrots into a hummus pot as she takes a quick glance at Haru’s notebook, watching the blonde scribble something down. “Wait, are you writing notes?”

“No” Haru shakes her head before pointing at the spare notebook that you’re currently holding, your eyes scanning over the page. “Those are my notes”

“Give me those!!!” Miwoo hisses as she reaches over to snatch the notes out of your hands and slam them down in the middle of the table for her to see. You glare her way, flicking her the middle finger which she ignores. “I haven’t started anything”

“It’s not supposed to be handed in until next week” You inform. “Why are you in a rush to get it done already?”

“So I don’t have to worry about it all weekend?” Miwoo says as if it was the most obvious answer in the world, grabbing a notebook and pen out of her bag. “The only thing I want to worry about is if I run out of money or get pregnant, not some stupid assessment”

Haru keeps her eyes down but her lips curl upwards. “I thought you wanted to get punished by Professor Moon?”

“I wish” Miwoo snorts before munching on another baby carrot. Her eyes flitter over to you, cocking her head to the side. “So, what’s up with you and Jaemin?”

You give her a blank look, but your heart races. “What do you mean?”

“Oh, come on… we’ve all noticed how close you and Jaemin have gotten since the whole incident on the weekend. Now spill the details about yours and Jaemin’s little one on one last night!!” Miwoo grins excitingly and even Haru peers up from her notebook, eyeing you in curiosity. Your face feels hot under their stares, becoming uncomfortable due to the sudden attention but you clear your throat, leaning back into your seat as you try to act as calm and collected as you possibly can.

“Nothing happened” You shake your head. Liar. “He came over, we ate and we talked”

“Talk about what?” Miwoo presses before she wiggles her brows. “Anything interesting?”

“Just how loud your moans are” You send her a sarcastic smile and she retaliates by rolling her eyes. “Seriously, it’s some porn star quality material... have you thought about going into that profession?”

“Ha. Ha. Hilarious” Miwoo grumbles, pulling a face when Haru laughs. “Laugh all you want!! You’re just jealous that I’m getting railed into oblivion by Jeno’s fat co—”

"You're so disgusting, shut up!" You groan out but the smile on your face gives away how much you actually find the comment funny. "You have no shame"

"And that's what you all love about me" Miwoo smiles prettily as she bats her eyelashes. You jokingly roll your eyes with a hum just as the boys finally make an appearance, walking through the double doors of the college's cafeteria and heading straight for your table.

Renjun pulls his laptop out of his bag once he sits down next to Haru, laying a kiss on her temple and she leans into his side while she continues to write in her notebook. You zone out as you watch them, how the arm around her shoulder rests so comfortably and how mindlessly he traces patterns on her skin even though his attention is focussed on the screen in front. Haru’s hand is placed gently on his thigh, unmoving, but you know that the little gesture is something that’s so calming for the both of them, so natural and so secure.

Your eyes flitter over to Jeno and Miwoo, the former smothering the latter’s face in loud smooches and nibbling the shell of her ear when he runs up behind her. fingers digging into her sides in hopes of a loud reaction that she doesn’t give apart from the giggles and the warning slaps before he sits down, capturing her mouth in a sloppy kiss.

"Gross" Donghyuck gags as he settles down beside you with Yangyang following suit and sitting on your other side. "Save the face sucking for another time, just looking at it makes me want to puke"

"You just wish it was you and Aisha" Renjun fires back just before Jeno could react, not even bothering to take his attention away from his laptop.

"And what about it?!?!" Donghyuck hisses back angrily, seemingly defensive. "Also, don't think for one second that you guys are so slick... we all notice the lingering touches and that not-so-subtle lovey dovey bullshit!"

"What's crawled up your ass today?" Haru questions, glancing up from her notes. "Why are you in such a sour mood?"

"Aisha rejected him big time" Yangyang reveals with a snicker, quickly grabbing your shoulders as using you as a human shield as Donghyuck tries to reach around you to attack him. You huff as you get squished between the two, trying to calm down Donghyuck while prying Yangyang's grip off. "He finally grew some balls and asked Aisha out on a date but she rejected him straight off the bat and told him that she wasn't interested"

"Apparently she's seeing that guy who brought his guitar at our party last weekend" Donghyuck sulks with a pout, getting ready to slam his head down on the desk but you're quick to react, holding out your hand so his forehead smacks your palm. He whines. "That Canadian motherfucker..."

"At least she was honest!" Miwoo tries to cheer him up. "I mean, would you rather have her tell you the truth and go through a little bit of heartbreak or have her lie and lead you on?"

"Duh, lie and lead me on"

"You're such a fucking brat!" Miwoo throws one of her baby carrots forcefully at Donghyuck's head in frustration and he looks up to give her an evil glare before reaching for the not-so-damaging weapon and shoving it into his mouth, angrily munching the vegetable.

"Where's Jaemin and Shotaro?" You ask, noticing the missing presence of the two and secretly hoping to change the subject from Miwoo and Donghyuck, too tired to hear them bicker any while longer.

"Jaemin is helping Shotaro with his new dance video that he's gotta present in front of his class soon. Jaemin's getting the right shots, the right lighting and all that kind of stuff for him..." Jeno explains as he turns to you, a teasing smirk spreading on his lips and he raises a brow. "Why? Are you missing Jaemin?"

You roll your eyes. "Shut up"

"You guys have been getting close, you know" Yangang points out, resting his chin on his hand to look at you. "I even heard he came over to your apartment last night... all alone... just the two of you"

"That's because Miwoo and Haru were getting their backs blown out by Jeno and Renjun and were being too loud" You tell him and Yangyang gasps loudly, covering his mouth as his head snaps towards the four in question whilst Donghyuck has a gagging fit beside you. "He came over to get away from the noise"

"For your information, it was Miwoo that was loud" Renjun corrects, ignoring the glares he was getting from the girl.

"Wait, so Haru doesn't make a sound when you guys have sex?" Yangyang gives Haru a sympathetic smile, reaching across the table to pat her hand in fake comfort. "Sorry to hear that he doesn't please you enough, must be annoying"

"Nope, I'm good" Haru shakes her head. "I love the way Renjun chokes me to be quiet"

The noise that leaves from everyone sends Haru into a laughing fit while Renjun reminds quiet, but the cocky smirk he wears clearly shows how proud he is of himself. Jeno gives him at pat on the back and two impressed thumbs up while Miwoo stares at Haru, wiggling her brows suggestively.

"I don't know why you guys are so shocked, honestly" Donghyuck mutters. "It's always the quiet ones who are the freakiest"

You feel movement beside you and your eyes narrow. "You better not be looking at me Yangyang"

"I'm looking straight at you, baby girl" Yangyang grins. You roll your eyes, scrunching your face in disgust at the pet name and swatting his hands away as he tries to touch you, fingers reaching for your arm to try and tug you into his lap.

Donghyuck joins in on the teasing, wrapping his arms around your middle and pulling you back into his chest and you curse him out, pinching the skin on his arms in an attempt to get him off, not even caring about the other students that give your table dirty looks for being so loud.

With your one hand in Donghyuck’s hair and the other gripping Yangyang’s ear, you turn to look at the others in hopes they would help you escape from their teasing but your face drops, a blank expression taking over your features as you make eye contact with Jeno’s iphone camera, realising he’s been recording the entire thing.

“Wipe that stupid grin off of your face, Lee Jeno” You warn, shooting daggers at the camera lense. “If you post that video anywhere on social media, I swear to god I will turn you inside out”

“Oh yeah?” Jeno raises a brow, the grin still remaining on his lips. “Try it, bitch”

Before you could even get the chance to leap over the table and rip Jeno’s face off, Haru and Miwoo both react fast by whacking him across the head, the former gasping in shock and dropping his phone to rub the sore area. Jeno goes to give the girls the same treatment but his hand freezes in the air as Renjun’s head snaps towards him, almost daring him to lay a finger on Haru and Jeno pouts, opting to grab the pressure point in Miwoo’s knee instead and squeeze, earning a loud yelp.

“You’re all so dramatic” Donghyuck tuts, his arms finally slipping from your body to grab Jeno’s phone. “Couldn’t be me”

“You’re literally the most dramatic person here” Yangyang looks at Donghyuck as if he sprouted two extra heads on his shoulders and Donghyuck simply flips him off, watching the video of your mini squabble on Jeno’s phone. You lean in close, your chin digging into Donghyuck’s arm as you watch the video along with him, ignoring the way he hisses in pain at the pressure you’re putting on his arm.

You fail to notice Jaemin and Shotaro approaching the table, too engrossed in watching yourself pathetically fight back against Donghyuck and Yangyang’s antics but you grin widely the second you see your hand rip his hair and the pained expressions on his face, making Donghyuck scoff at your reaction.

The others greet the two latecomers, moving around to make some room at the table and Shotaro sits beside Renjun, and Jaemin opts to slide into the seat opposite you. A foot knocks against yours and you tear your eyes away from the phone, ready to snap at Jeno until you see it was Jaemin.

You blink in surprise, lips curling into a shy smile and Jaemin mirrors your expression but radiates a lot more confidence, leaning back into his chair and locks your foot with his own, keeping you trapped.

The contact makes your heart race as you quickly glance around at the others, hoping they haven’t noticed anything different or if they somehow realised your heart was about to leap out of your chest. You felt embarrassed at how easily Jaemin could turn you into a flustered and nervous wreck, you prayed you wouldn’t react like this all the time.

“How did the filming go?”

“It was great!” Shotaro beams as he answers Haru’s question, pulling a bottle of water out of his bag and unscrewing the cap. “I’m really grateful that Jaemin helped me out. The shots looked amazing!!”

“Can we see it?” Miwoo grins, leaning on her elbow as she dreamily looks off into the distance. “I find dancing so sexy…”

Donghyuck clicks his tongue. “You’re just easily pleased”

“And what about it?” Miwoo mocks his words from earlier and Donghyuck rolls his eyes, poking out his tongue just as Jeno snatches his phone back from his grasp, checking if the video wasn’t deleted and untouched in his camera roll.

You try to focus your attention on Shotaro who’s asked by Miwoo about his one on one time with Yeji yesterday but you struggle to do so as you feel Jaemin’s foot rub against your calf slowly, his hands subtly reaching beneath the table to grip your ankle.

You press your lips tightly together as you feel the coldness of his rings shock your skin, jerking your leg out of his grip and moving them as far away from Jaemin who grins at your reaction.

Jeno throws a crumpled up paper ball at Jaemin’s face. “What are you grinning about?”

“Nothing” Jaemin shakes his head as he leans back against his seat, crossing his arms over his chest. The corner of his lip lifts upwards. “Seems like you guys had a great night last night”

Donghyuck groans, covering his face with his hands. “Not this again... Can we change the subject? This just makes me realise that my sex life is non-existent!! I may as well be a virgin again”

“Bro, you can literally have sex whenever with whoever” Yangyang says, leaning forward on the table to give Donghyuck a look. “You’re just too obsessed with Aisha to realise that”

“I’m not obsessed”

“Yes you are” The entire group, minus Donghyuck, says in unison and he huffs, crossing his arms over his chest and turning away from the table in an attempt to give you all the silent treatment, even going as far as shoving his fingers in his ears whenever one of you call out his name.

Your attention is pulled away from teasing Donghyuck as you feel your phone vibrate against your leg, pulling your brows together in confusion as you pull the device from your pocket, wondering who could be texting you when all your friends are present.

jaemin: hi

You look up from your phone over at Jaemin who’s smiling at you from across the table and you smile back softly, watching as his thumbs dance across his phone’s keyboard.

jaemin: do u want to come over after classes end

you: over urs?

jaemin: yes

you: oh you: ok you: why???

jaemin: :)

You raise your head from the confusing reply to give Jaemin a weird look, watching as he grins and shoves his phone back into his pocket, turning to look at Shotaro who softly calls his name to ask him something you couldn’t hear while you do the same with your device.

The second you put your phone down, you feel eyes staring into the side of your head and you turn to face Yangyang, the culprit of the staring. He raises his eyebrows and bites down on his bottom lip, winking with his left eye then right multiple times.

You blink. “What the fuck are you doing?”

“I’m trying to seduce you” He answers as if it’s a normal response, resting his chin on his hand as he smiles at you prettily, batting his eyelashes. “Is it working?”

“Stop, Yang” Your lips pull together in a sympathetic smile as you pat his shoulder, shaking your head. “Just stop”

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You huff as you’re pushed down on a bed, Jaemin’s body crawling on top of yours as his lips attack your jaw, smothering the skin in wet kisses while his one hand rests on the opposite side of your jaw, holding your face gently in his grasp.

A gasp emits from the back of your throat as you feel his teeth nibble down and you’re quick to move his head, pressing your lips against his to avoid any obvious marks on your skin. He sighs softly against your mouth as your hands caress the back of his neck, melting in your embrace.

You couldn’t grasp onto the fact that you were here, in Jaemin’s bed with his body on top of yours, kissing each other like it was your last moment on earth. Kissing him makes your head spin; the messy yet sensual and erratic pace makes you feel hot and you struggle to breath, his clothed erection pressing against your covered center makes you wet with arousal as he sucks on your bottom lip.

“Okay, wait” You mumble breathlessly against his lips, pressing your palms to Jaemin’s chest and pushing him back to give you both some space and air, your chest rising up and down rapidly from the lack of oxygen. “Stop for a sec”

“What’s wrong? Are you okay?” Jaemin questions, licking at his lips as he scans your face for any regrets or hesitations, wondering if he’s come on too strong or has done something wrong. His throat tightens at the thought of accidentally hurting you and he cups your face softly when you take awhile to answer. “Y/N?”

“I’m fine, It’s just… I think we should probably talk about some stuff before going deep into this friends with benefits type of thing… you know?” You explain, gesturing between the both of you and Jaemin nods in agreement, immediately rolling off of your body and shifting comfortably beside you.

He leans up on his elbow to stare down at you. “What do you want to talk about?”

“Rules? Maybe?” You suggest, nervously fiddling with your fingers. “I think we need some rules”

“Okay, rules” Jaemin nods. “What kind of rules are we thinking about?”

“Okay, uh, rule number one” You hold one finger up. “No couple stuff. We can’t talk about the idea of boyfriends and girlfriends, we can’t buy each other gifts and no taking each other out on dates or anything like that”

“Hmm, okay, but what about hanging out?” Jaemin asks and you look at him confused. “Like, what if I want to hangout with you alone or grab a bite to eat, go to a party etcetera etcetera?”

You purse your lips in thought. “Yeah, that’s fine. As long as we don’t label it as a date, it’s fine”

“Cool”

“Rule number two: No telling anyone at college that we’re doing this or make it public… they’ll turn it into a big deal, especially our friends... let's keep it on the downlow from them for a bit until they get suspicious” You tear your eyes away from your fingers to look at Jaemin, watching him nod slowly. “And yes, it means we’re not exclusive fuck buddies, if that’s what you’re thinking… you can fuck whoever you want”

“I don’t want to fuck anyone” Jaemin says almost instantly, eyes meeting yours. “I just want to fuck you”

You blink in surprise, almost gulping at the way he’s looking at you. “C-Cool…”

Jaemin smiles softly at you, looking down at your hand and reaching to grab a third finger, holding it up. “Rule number three: No feelings, no falling in love, no getting jealous”

You scoff. “Duh, obviously. Although, that might be hard…” You pause as you turn to look at Jaemin, a wave of confidence washing over your body as you wink and send an air kiss his way. “I’m quite the catch”

“Shut up” Jaemin grins, nudging your shoulder playfully and you giggle, focussing your attention back on your three fingers. He watches you carefully as you examine your three digits, going over the rules in your head and scrunching your brows together as you try to think of another. He smiles. Cute.

“Does that sound okay to you?”

“What?” Jaemin hums, blinking back to reality.

“Rule number four: We talk to each other. if we have any problems or concerns with anything, we tell each other… full honesty. Okay?”

“Yeah, sounds good to me” Jaemin smiles at you and you can’t help but smile back, craning your neck upwards to kiss his lips softly but you pull away quickly as you hear shouting downstairs, eyes widening as you realise the boys are home. Jaemin chases your lips when you move back and you shake your head rapidly, pushing him away with urgency.

Jaemin raises a brow, his lips still puckered waiting for you to plant one on him until he hears the noise, rolling his eyes as he realises what’s going on. He slides off of the bed, bare feet padding across the wooden floorboards towards his bedroom door. You watch as he peeks his head out, looking back and forth before closing the door and locking it, spinning on his heel and heading back to the bed to lay beside you.

You laugh quietly, shaking your head at his silliness but your laughter slowly comes to a stop as you see him reach for you.

Jaemin’s fingers brush against your lips as he admires your face, his eyes locking with yours, filled with nothing but adoration. You feel hot under his stare, heart rate rising higher and higher as you clench your legs together to get rid of the forming ache in between your thighs.

He quirks a brow, the corner of his lips twitching upwards into a smirk as he briefly glances down before meeting your eyes again. You feel embarrassed to be reacting this way over one simple touch and his stare, he already has you wrapped around him. You were already captivated.

The pad of his middle finger glides over your bottom lip and you fail to control yourself as you instinctively open up, his finger sliding in your mouth, saliva covering his digit.

Jaemin’s eyes widen in shock before he chuckles, biting down on his own lips as he presses his finger down on your tongue and you suck, swirling the pink muscle around his digit as if it was his own cock. He adds his index finger into the mix, gently thrusting them inside of your mouth.

The wet sounds it makes has your head spinning and your pussy desperate to be touched while he looks unbothered, the actions seeming to have no effect on him and even if it did, he refused to show them. It makes you frustrated.

He pulls his wet fingers out of your mouth, watching your face intently as he slowly drags his hand down your body. Your heartbeat is loud in your ears as he stops above your stomach, a little bit of skin on show from your t-shirt rising from your small little moments and a wet finger dances agonizingly slow around your belly button before he dips his hand under the waistband of your shorts without any warning.

A gasp rips from the back of your throat as his fingers make contact with your wet heat, stroking your folds as he leans up on his elbow to look down at you, tilting his head to the side with a teasing smile.

“You’re gonna have to be quiet, you know that the boys are home” Jaemin says with a whisper but you fail to notice that he was waiting for you to say something, your attention focussing on the way his middle finger rubs up and down your slit. “Unless… you want them to hear you?”

“No” You shake your head quickly, meeting his eyes. “I can be quiet”

“Yeah?” He holds your gaze as he sinks two fingers into your pussy and you gasp again, mouth agape as you fling your head back against the pillows. Jaemin smirks. “You sure, baby?”

“You’re annoying” You snap, failing to show your irritance as his thumb rubs against your clit, eyes squeezing shut to try and focus on making no sounds.

“That’s not nice to say to someone who has their fingers inside your panties right now” Jaemin tuts with a smirk, shaking his head as his fingers press against your walls. You let out a satisfied sigh, biting down on your lip as you open your eyes to meet his. “Am I making you feel good?”

You hum a response and Jaemin smiles at that, his fingers moving quicker as they pump into you and you accidentally let a loud and obvious moan rip from your throat.

You cover your mouth in embarrassment and he laughs despite making no moves in stopping what he’s doing to your dripping pussy.

The second his thumb rubs your clit, you find it harder to control the gasps and whines that you make, opting to roll into Jaemin’s side and nuzzle your face into the crevice of his neck, lifting your thigh over his hips which helps him hit a deeper spot inside of your core.

The sounds are now muffled and barely audible, but shivers are sent down Jaemin’s spine as he can hear everything in his ear and your breath panting against his skin. A grin is present on his face, rubbing faster against your walls and the lewd wet noises fills your ears which nears you closer to your orgasm.

“Look at you, baby” Jaemin coos. “You’re a mess”

“Fuck” You cry out quietly, gripping the fabric of his white shirt as your thighs quiver around his hand.

“You gonna cum?” He asks with a whisper and you struggle to find your voice, nodding quickly for his answer before your orgasm hits. Your whole body convulses as you cum around his fingers, letting out a strained cry while you grip on to the material of his hoodie as tight as you possibly can.

Jaemin holds you against him as he helps ride out your high, slowly massaging your walls and basking in the quiet sounds you make in his ear, grinning at the feeling of your lower half moving against his fingers at their own accord.

“You okay?” He whispers softly after a few minutes and you nod, refusing to move your face away from his neck, your cheeks hot with embarrassment. You couldn’t look at him, not with his fingers still buried inside your pussy, not with your cum dripping down his hand and certainly not with your fucked out expression.

Jaemin laughs as you cling to his side, carefully removing his hand from between your thighs and gripping your hips tightly to pull you on top of him. You wince as your sensitive core brushes against the bulge in his shorts and you go to make a comment until his lips press against yours softly.

You sigh into the kiss, hands cupping his cheeks while his own press against your lower back, bringing you closer to his body as his tongue brushes your bottom lip before entering your mouth. You remove your hands from his cheeks, arms slithering around his shoulders and fingers gripping the hair at the nape of his neck, holding back gasps and whines as he helps grind your hips down on his.

“HEY! NA JAEMIN!” Jeno’s voice is heard yelling from the opposite side of the door, heavy footsteps echoing in the hallway. You spring apart from Jaemin’s lips, eyes wide as you watch the doorknob rattle from the force Jeno uses as he tries to open it. You hear him whine. “Why is it loooocked? Open the door, man. I got you something”

You feel panic start to rise and you swing your leg from over Jaemin’s body to remove yourself from his lap but his hands keep you still, gripping your hips to prevent you from moving anywhere.

You look at him incredulously as you mouth. “What are you doing?!”

“I’m busy!” Jaemin calls back to Jeno, completely ignoring you while the latter decides to start rapidly knocking against the door and Jaemin rolls his eyes, leaning his head back against the headboard and poking his tongue at his inner cheek in annoyance.

“Dude, stop jerking off to some weird hentai porn and come take this shit off of me before I decide to go get my money back” Jeno’s warning makes Jaemin groan, gently pushing you off of his body and climbing off of the bed, heading towards his door. You move as far as you can to the back wall, heart pounding loudly in your ears at the fear of getting caught the second he unlocks the door.

“What do you want?”

“Don’t get your panties in a twist just cause I disrupted you from your ‘me time’” You hear Jeno snicker. “Here. We went downtown today and I visited that art store that you like, bought you some stuff that you might need: film for your camera, new sketchbook for your photos and a polaroid camera that I had a discount on because apparently my ass looks good in these jeans”

“Oh, wow” The shock is obvious in Jaemin’s tone but he takes the bag out of Jeno’s hand, appreciating the kind gesture. He peers inside the bag, seeing everything that Jeno described and he smiles. “Thank you… what do you want from me?”

Jeno scoffs. “Can’t I just give you a present without being accused of wanting something?” Jaemin gives him a blank look, raising his brow which makes Jeno break. “Okay, yeah, there is something I want but I genuinely did want to buy this shit for you… I know you don’t go in there anymore because—”

“What was it that you wanted?” Jaemin immediately cuts him off before he could finish his sentence. Jeno blinks at Jaemin’s sudden abruptness, aware that he’s hit a nerve but he sends an apologetic smile as he pats his shoulder.

“Your video camera. I’m going to try and start an OnlyFans again”

“No. Fuck off” Jaemin steps back, slamming the door in Jeno’s face and locking it. Jeno whines on the other side, before disappearing down the hallway while stomping his feet, clearly upset with not being allowed to use Jaemin’s camera. You watch Jaemin as he comes back to you with the bag in hand, placing it down on his desk chair before settling down next to you.

You take note in the way he stares at the bag, eyes scanning over the company label with an unreadable look. You want to comfort him, to ask him what’s wrong and why he got snappy with Jeno over the mention of the store but you’re not sure if you’re allowed to ask such personal questions, not wanting to overstep any boundaries or act out of line.

So, you decide to say, “Do you always let Jeno borrow your video camera whenever he has the sudden urge to start an OnlyFans again?”

A laugh escapes past Jaemin’s lips and he smiles as he nods his head slowly. “Yeah, usually he just takes it without asking me” He tears his eyes away from the bag to look at you. “Last time he had the brilliant idea of starting an onlyfans, he left the footage on my camera”

“Wow. Sexy” You tease and Jaemin rolls his eyes as he shuffles backwards in bed, coming to sit beside you with his hands resting in his lap. “You know, he always has the urge to start one but he never goes through with it”

“It’s probably because he realises that no one is going to pay to see his one inch needle dick”

You shrug your shoulders with a smile. “I doubt that. His dick is actually pretty impressive”

Jaemin’s head turns towards you in confusion, his brow raising as he takes in your words. “You’ve seen his dick?”

“Sadly” You nod your head. “Miwoo once dared the boys to go skinny dipping during our mini vacation over her parents lake house last year… it’s a shame we didn’t know each other back then, you would’ve had a lot of fun”

“Yeah, sounds like it” Jaemin smiles softly and you smile back, pushing your hair out of your face as you take a look around his bedroom, getting flashbacks from the first time you came in here, cringing in embarrassment at your drunken state. Taking a quick glance at Jaemin, you suck in a breath as you notice he’s already staring at you, quickly turning your attention to something else in the room which happens to be something you failed to notice the first time.

You focus your eyes on the ring that lays on his bedside table, seeming too small for Jaemin’s own fingers and you itch you reach for it, to ask who’s it was but you remember your conversation from yesterday, how Jaemin had said he was in a similar position to you after breaking up with his ex.

Jaemin notices your silence, following your eyes to see what you were looking at and his heart drops into his stomach, chewing his bottom lip nervously as the simple piece of jewellery stares back at him.

“It’s a long story” He copies your response from last night when the topic of Eric was brought up and you nod your head in understatement. “Another time?”

“Another time” You agree.

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[jeno’s one pubic hair - groupchat]

jeno: guys jeno: i have something to tell u jeno: hold on who the fuck changed the gc name u fucks

yangyang: AHAHAHAHAH

donghyuck: LOOOOOOOL

miwoo: guys cmon u know he’s insecure about it :(

yangyang: aint my fault jeno is only just going through puberty

donghyuck: i bet u take good care of that lil pubic hair don’t u jeno <33

jeno: die.

donghyuck: god i love it when u speak dirty to me

miwoo: leave him alone u dicks

yangyang: imagine little miss itty bitty titty telling us what to do

donghyuck: smh i will NOT take orders from THAT

jeno: why are u calling her itty bitty titty?????

yangyang: coz her boobies are small

donghyuck: ｡｡ donghyuck: that’s her tits btw

jeno: cmon theyre not small theyre just fun sized [yangyang and donghyuck laughed at this message]

yangyang: jeNOOO AHAHAHA

donghyuck: BRO

[yangyang changed the groupchat name to ‘fun sized titties’]

miwoo: do u have a death wish lee jeno

jeno: what did i do

renjun: can u pls stop talking about fucking tits and tell us what u wanted to tell us

jeno; oh yeah jeno: anyway jeno: i have important info about a party

miwoo: ?

jeno: supposed to be a HUGE ass party jeno: so many ppl from different colleges are apparently going jeno: gonna be a shit ton of booze, drugs n people folks

donghyuck: that sounds donghyuck: so sexy

yangyang: i came just thinking about it [donghyuck liked this message]

haru: ok haru: but u are missing out one big detail

renjun: who is hosting it

jeno: ah jeno: well u see jeno: um jeno: :)

miwoo: YEEUN?!?!?!?! [haru, renjun and yn emphasized this message] miwoo: LEE JENO WHAT HTE FUKC

jeno: NO SHE JUST MESSAGED ME TO INVITE ME I SWEAR !!!!!! jeno: she sent me details and ask me to invite people jeno: u guys are my people <333 [donghyuck and yangyang loved this message]

shotaro: whats going on???

miwoo: hey shotaro!!! <333

haru: hi shotaro :)

renjun: hi taro

jeno: hey man

donghyuck: HEY

yangyang: taro <3

you: <3

jaemin: hi

shotaro: (◜◡◝) hey guys !!

miwoo: why would she message u about inviting ppl to the party when she knows i hate her guts

haru: it sounds extremely sus

renjun: ^ ^ ^

jeno: IDK!!!! jeno: i’ve been ignoring her calls since friday but when theres a party mentioned u know i gotta get involved

yangyang: we’re still the best at hosting parties btw

donghyuck: fuck yeah we are

jeno: ofc we are but this one is super big and we gotta go to it jeno: plus its not ACTUALLY yeeuns party, its sunwoos but theyre planning it together coz theyre using his house jeno: yk jeno: coz he rich rich

miwoo: oh miwoo: its at sunwoos?

yangyang: i actually like sunwoo yangyang: hes kinda chill to hang out with yangyang: also he gives u stuff super cheap

donghyuck: he once rolled three joints for me without me even ASKING donghyuck: hes a angel sent from above [yangyang and jeno laughed at this message]

miwoo: didnt he fuck that new girl giselle on campus

jeno: yeah i think it was in a empty classroom

donghyuck: he fucked new girl giselle AND new girl karina donghyuck: at same time btw

shotaro: ?? shotaro: how

donghyuck: youve got a lot to learn my son

renjun: hes lying shotaro, dont listen to a word that comes out of his mouth [donghyuck disliked this message]

donghyuck: IM TELLING THE TRUTH U FCK donghyuck: literally ask sunwoo

renjun: no. fuck off. [donghyuck disliked this message]

yangyang: btw why are yn and jaemin so quiet in this gc yangyang: yn u are usually the one thats the most active in this shit wya :(

you: no im not thats u and hyuck

yangyang: i know i just wanted to hear your voice <3333

you: yang you: shut up

jeno: you can hear her voice upstairs [everyone questioned this message]

donghyuck: wat

jeno: yn is upstairs :) jeno: in jaemins room :)

haru: what?????

miwoo: jaemins room???? miwoo: yn what are u doin in jaemins room ;)

you: jeno...

jeno: i knew u were in there the entire time btw :) jeno: u are not that quiet yk

you: JENO [jeno laughed at this message]

miwoo: HUH miwoo: NOT THAT QUIET?!?!?!?!

haru: ynnnnn? haru: YN

miwoo: hello??? where tf did everyone go

shotaro: they ran upstairs to jaemins room to see yn shotaro: oh shotaro: yangyang is screaming and donghyuck is on the floor shotaro: miwoo ur bf is getting beat up by yn

miwoo: please tell her to watch out for his face and balls pls <3 miwoo: they are very precious to me

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It’s been a nearly a week since Jeno had basically outed on what was going on between you and Jaemin: Yangyang trying to burst into the room to see first-hand if you were actually present in Jaemin’s room and he dramatically screamed when he saw that you were in fact on the bed beside him. Donghyuck laid in the middle of Jaemin’s bedroom floor and babbled some bullshit while you screech and launched yourself at Jeno for making a joke about your lack of quietness, wrapping your hands around his neck in an attempt to strangle the life out of him.

Renjun was stood in the doorway, clearly amused with the situation and even going as far as getting his phone out to document what was going on while Shotaro cowers behind him with wide eyes. Jaemin manages to pluck you off of Jeno’s body with ease, just in time for Miwoo and Haru to arrive and witness what was going on before laughing loudly.

Lucky for you, after a long and difficult conversation, your friends promised to not make anything a big deal or run off telling everyone, but that didn’t stop any of them from sending suggestive looks or flirtatious comments in both yours and Jaemin’s direction.

“Are you sure this is what you want to do?” Haru asks you in the comfort of her own bedroom one afternoon, sitting cross legged in front of her mirror on top of a towel as she bleaches her hair blonde, meeting your eyes through the reflection of the mirror with uncertainty.

Haru was hesitant about your decision starting what you have with Jaemin, knowing how vulnerable you were during the breakup with Eric and how vulnerable you can end up being. She’s always supportive of your choices and is always at your side when things go south, but she couldn’t hide the fact that she wasn’t too sure that you were doing the right thing.

“Who cares what she’s doing?! She’s getting dicked down!!!” Miwoo cheers happily, pumping her arms up in the air with little sound effects.

Miwoo was the excited one out of the two, glad to finally have you out of the ‘no sex, no hookup’ mindset you had for three months which, she claims, seemed like torture. She was happy you were finally allowing yourself to have fun and do whatever you wanted without worrying about anything or anyone.

“I’m not getting dicked down” You laugh awkwardly, glancing over at Renjun who sprawls across Haru’s bed in a deep sleep, his hair no longer a dark brown but two toned due to him wanting to bleach his hair along with Haru and letting her experiment.

“You’ve been doing this friends with benefits thing for, like, a week and you’re telling me that you haven’t slept with him yet?” Miwoo looks at you in disbelief, mouth agape.

“We’re taking things slow”

“He finger banged you a few days ago, sweetie… that’s not taking things slow” Miwoo shakes her head with a smile and you roll your eyes, kicking her playfully with her foot and she laughs, focussing her attention back on her nails that she’s applying acrylics too.

“As long as you fully understand what you’re going into and you’re completely okay with doing all this, then everything should be fine.” Haru says as grabs another section of her hair and applies the bleach with the brush. “I just don’t want you regretting anything or end up hurt again… because I will kill Jaemin”

You smile at that, shaking your head as you resume applying one of Haru’s fancy moisturisers to your face, rubbing the cream into your skin evenly, making sure not to miss out any areas. Miwoo holds her hand out in front of her as she scans over her light blue acrylic nails, the colour that was chosen by Jeno a few hours ago over a facetime called where they argued for a hour and a half over the colour which Miwoo, at first, found ugly until Jeno explained the significance of having light blue nails.

“Everyone knows you’re my boyfriend!!!” She had screamed at him. “Why do I need light blue nails to let people know I’m in a relationship?!”

“I know what guys are like, baby!! They’re disgusting little creatures!!” He had screamed back just as loud. “Make them light blue—let them know you’re taken by ME… wait, can you write J on your ring finger?”

“BYE JENO”

“You know…” Miwoo begins to speak, humming as she admires her nails. “The colour actually isn’t that bad, they look pretty” She slowly turns her head to meet your eyes. "Don't tell Jeno that, I can't have his ego get any bigger"

You chuckle and nod. “Okay”

“Hey, Renjun” Miwoo calls his name and he peels his eyes open casually as if he hasn’t been sleeping for the past forty minutes. She outstretches her hand towards him and wiggles her fingers to show off her nails. He looks straight at her, uninterested. “If you saw these nails, what would you think?”

“That you’re in a relationship” Renjun mumbles into the pillow.

“Oh, wow” You gape. “Jeno was right”

“So, would you make Haru wear light blue nail polish? Or acrylics?” Miwoo asks, glancing between Renjun and Haru in curiosity. “You know, seeming as though you both claim that you’re not in a relationship when it’s obvious that you both are—oh don’t give me that look, you’re not fooling anyone with this 'i don't like labels' bullshit!”

“We actually made it official last night” Haru announces as she finishes bleaching her hair, putting the brush down into the empty bowl carefully and looking over her shoulder at you and Miwoo who grin widely. You lift your hands, giving her two thumbs up and mouth ‘congrats’ the same time Miwoo throws her arms in the air.

“And why are we not celebrating?!”

“You’ll use anything as an excuse to celebrate” Renjun mutters and Miwoo completely ignores his tone, keeping her eyes on Haru who shrugs her shoulders as she cleans up after herself.

“Because it’s not a big deal” She stares at her reflection in the mirror, making sure she hasn't missed any spots on her head before she stands. “Plus, I’m low on money so I need to ask Johnny for extra shifts at the store”

Haru grabs her phone off the edge of her bed to do just that, thumbs tapping quickly against her screen as she pulls up Johnny’s contact. Miwoo tidies up her little nail station, putting things back where they belong and throwing things that she no longer needed inside Haru’s mini trash can.

“Are you going to go to that party?” You hear Miwoo ask and you take no notice, thinking it was for either Haru or Renjun but when you lift your head, you realise the question is directed to you when you lock eyes. You point to yourself. “Yes, I was talking to you”

“Oh, uh, maybe? I don’t know… haven’t really thought about it” You scratch the back of your neck. “Why?”

“Because it’s at Sunwoo’s and wherever he is, Eric is” The way she says it so bluntly causes you to firmly press your lips together, an uncomfortable feeling trickling into your stomach at the mention of his name. Miwoo lets out a sigh. “You know, I’m so sick and tired of that pink haired fucker ruining things for you!! I want you to be able to have fun and do whatever you want without worrying if he’s going to be there!!”

“I do have fun” You reassure her, despite the doubt that lingers in your mind.

“Not as much as you did before Eri—” Miwoo’s words are immediately cut off by a pillow launching across the room and smacking her straight across the face. Both of your heads snap towards the culprit, seeing Renjun with his arm outstretched and Haru glaring, her attention completely taken away from her phone. Miwoo lobs the pillow back in Renjun’s direction as she hisses. “What was that for?!”

“For you opening your big mouth” Renjun grumbles, catching the pillow with ease and placing it back under his head as he lays back down. “Be careful with what you’re saying next time, Miwoo. Use your brain before you use your mouth”

Miwoo scoffs. “You’re such an ass, has anyone ever told you that?”

The second Miwoo and Renjun start to bicker back and forth, you quietly excuse yourself and leave the room, taking no notice in the way Haru’s sad eyes watch you walk out. You head for the kitchen, immediately busying yourself with something to do to try and take your mind off what had just happened but you couldn’t, her words continued to repeat themselves in your head.

You’re aware how much you’ve changed since breaking up with Eric, you’re aware that you were no longer the same girl you were three months ago all because of a boy who isn’t really worth your time of day, yet he’s all you ever worry about.

The thought of him makes you sad, seeing him in person reminds you of all the stuff that has happened and you struggle to push it aside and forget. But, truth be told, it's been working a little since starting a friends with benefits relationship with Jaemin who somehow helps take your mind off of Eric whenever you’re with him.

Yet, whenever Jaemin isn’t around to distract you from your thoughts or somebody brings the topic of Eric up, those memories and the feelings you try to forget come back to hit you in the face. You hated it.

“Are you okay?” Haru’s voice softly speaks from behind and you nod without even looking back, busying yourself with cleaning the kitchen. You hear her feet shuffle across the floor, nearing closer and the second she lays her hand on your shoulder, you stop your movements.

She tugs at your shirt to turn you around and you comply, facing her but refusing to make eye contact which she sighs at.

“Miwoo probably didn’t mean it, you know that right?” Haru says as her hand gently pats your shoulder, her touch giving you comfort. “She’s always been straightforward and doesn’t think before what she’s saying… they’re arguing back there but Renjun is giving her some words of advice which will hopefully stick this time”

You chuckle at her words, shaking your head slightly. “It’s fine. I’m just being sensitive, that’s all”

“It’s still a sensitive topic… what you’re feeling is completely normal and completely valid, may I add” Haru smiles at you and you feel your heart warm at her kindness. “Look, you’re not going to get over what happened straight away but we’re going to help you get over it, no matter how long it takes. Miwoo is right… you deserve to be happy and have fun without worrying about anything, especially him... but we’ll help you”

“Thank you” You murmur, allowing her to wrap her arms around your shoulders and pull you in for a hug. You smile, your own arms slithering around her waist and reciprocating the hug that spreads warmth throughout your body.

During the embrace, Miwoo and Renjun emerge from the hallway of Haru’s room, Renjun’s face impassive while Miwoo looks like she was about to get down on her knees and beg for forgiveness, but instead she rushes forward with her arms wide open and crashes into your side to squeeze in between you both.

“I’m sorry” She apologises, tightening her grip on your body. “I didn’t mean it. I need to learn to shut up sometimes”

“It’s okay” You tell her, moving your hand to pat the back of her head. “You were right, anyway…”

“I know” Miwoo sighs jokingly and you laugh, pushing her away from the hug and she stumbles back slightly before composing herself. “I am seriously sorry. Sometimes the words just come out before I even realise what I’m saying… It's a curse. I am cursed”

“Well, at least you’re honest” Haru teases, earning a shove from Miwoo who mutters that she was supposed to disagree with her. The former leaves the kitchen with her boyfriend trailing behind her with his hands on her hips, leaving you and Miwoo standing alone.

Miwoo turns to look over her shoulder at you, teeth gnawing on her bottom lip to stop the words that she so desperately wants to say from flying out of her mouth, no longer wanting to hurt you or offend you in any way. She cares for you, without a doubt, and she definitely wants what’s best for you but she struggles to word it in a way that doesn’t come across as harsh.

Similar to the others, Miwoo hates Eric for what he has done and frankly, she wants to hurt him, (even though she has threatened to do it multiple times). She started to notice that you rarely talk about what happened, that you refuse to bring light to the topic and keep all of your emotions bottled up.

Miwoo hates that you do that. She wants to see you crack, she wants to see you let out all those pent up emotions and take it all out on the one that deserves it the most… maybe Jaemin can be the one that’ll help you break.

“What are you doing?” Your brows pull together in question as you realise that Miwoo’s gone too quiet while looking straight at you. “Why are you staring at me like that?”

Miwoo blinks herself back to reality, her eyes meeting yours. A tight lipped smile spreads across her face as she shakes her head. “It’s nothing… wanna watch a movie?”

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Jaemin makes himself at home easily when he presses in the code and enters your empty apartment, kicking off his shoes at the door and shuffling down the hallway in a direct beeline towards your bedroom.

Being at your place has become second nature for Jaemin, having visited a handful of times whenever you’re home or if he’s sat waiting for you to finish your classes, like today. Lucky for him, he had an early finish and unlucky for you, your classes don’t finish until late and when you gave him a quick text to let him know, Jaemin was more than happy to wait for you at the apartment.

Haru and Miwoo are also finishing their classes late so Jaemin had the place all to himself for a bit, deciding to put his backpack down at the bottom of your unmade bed before he climbs into it, pulling his phone out of his pockets and mindlessly scrolls through his instagram feed as he awaits for your arrival, hearting the pictures that appealed to him the most and a few pictures that his friends posted.

He stops on one that was recently uploaded by Miwoo. The picture is of her, Haru and you sitting in class, holding up finger guns to your temples and pulling different facial expressions. Jaemin’s eyes stick on you, the corner of his lips twitching into a grin as his finger traces your features which accidentally causes him to swipe up and onto the next photo that someone else uploaded, the smile immediately wiping off of his face as he sees the girl and the username.

Eunbin.Kwon, the username reads, and the picture of her in a art studio with paint smeared across her cheeks and a cheesy grin on her face almost makes Jaemin want to squeeze his phone and shatter it to pieces, but instead, his heart aches and his throat makes it hard to swallow.

He shuts off his phone, leaving it laying on his chest as he stares up at the ceiling, the picture replaying in his mind but the second he shuts his eyes to concentrate on his erratic heartbeat, the picture fades, and then it’s blank.

His fingers grip your bedsheets, instantly reminding him of where he is and his mind is filled with you. God, he can’t wait for you to get back. The thought of you makes his body buzz in excitement and he reaches for his phone in a flash to bring up your contact, pressing the message icon.

jaemin: when do u get here

you: in ten you: why

jaemin: bored jaemin: i cant wait to see u

you: :) you: i think we have the place to ourselves btw you: haru got work & miwoo is going over urs to see jeno

jaemin: :)

An incoming facetime call flashes across his screen and an exciting smile spreads across his lips thinking it was coming from you but it falters as he reads Jeno’s name. He sighs softly, laying back comfortable against your pillows and holding his phone above his face as he answers the call.

Jeno’s face appears on the screen, a neon green toothbrush hanging out of his mouth with toothpaste bubbling at the corners. He grins once seeing Jaemin, trying to prop his phone on the bathroom counter.

“Where are you?” Jeno speaks through a mouthful of toothpaste, hastily scrubbing his teeth with one hand while trying to prop the phone with the other.

“Y/N’s” He answers, stretching out his arm to show his surroundings to prove that he was in your bedroom. Jaemin brings the phone back to his face. “What are you doing? Why are you brushing your teeth again?”

“Miwoo’s coming over. I want her to sit on my face until she suffocates me” Jaemin snorts at that, running his fingers through his hair. Jeno spits out the toothpaste and wipes his mouth with a towel, his eyes flickering to Jaemin. “So, it seems like you and Y/N will be having the apartment to yourselves?”

“How did you know that?”

“Well, Miwoo is coming over here to be with me and Renjun said that he’s going to help Haru out with work because that kid still has a broken toe” Jeno states, throwing the towel to the side before picking up a bottle of moisturiser and squirting the contents on his hands before rubbing his face. “So, in conclusion, you and Y/N will have the apartment to yourselves… unless Yangyang cockblocks and decides to come over unannounced”

“He’s finishing up his music stuff with Donghyuck today, I spoke to him before I came here” Jaemin says, fiddling with the ring on his middle finger. “I think Shotaro is with them too. Looks like you and Miwoo will have the place to yourselves too”

“Thank god. I’ve been dying to have sex with her for days… If any of you fuckers come home early while I’m trying to dick her down, I will slaughter you all”

Jaemin laughs at Jeno’s threat, throwing his head back against the pillows with a wide smile. He briefly remembers Jeno and Miwoo having some alone time in their room when Donghyuck and Yangyang decided to burst through the front doors unexpectedly, only to scream in fright when Jeno came running naked down the stairs chasing them with Miwoo’s high heel shoe.

“You know, I can’t believe you haven’t had sex with Y/N yet” Jeno tuts as he finishes applying the moisturiser, shaking his head as he grabs his phone and walks out of the bathroom. “You’ve made out and fingered her, like, four times and you still haven’t got any action? I mean, good on you for holding back for so long but bro… couldn’t be me”

“I’ve came in my pants like a fifteen year old every time it happens so I’m not complaining” Jaemin tells him with a chuckle, his tongue licking at his lips as images of his fingers deep inside your pussy and his soiled boxers come to mind. His eyes meet Jeno’s through the screen. “I don’t want to pressure her into doing anything”

“It won’t hurt to ask” Jeno shrugs his shoulders. “And if she says no, it’s a no. Simple”

Jaemin scoffs. “I know that. I just don’t want to make her uncomfortable”

“You won't” Jeno gives him a look and Jaemin gives back an innocent smile. “Right, I’m gonna go and make Miwoo some food for when she gets here… Stay safe, bro. Wrap it up before you—”

“Okay, bye Jeno”

Jaemin is quick to end the call, pressing his thumb against the end button and throwing his phone to the side just in time to hear the code to the front door being pushed in. Jaemin immediately sits up, listening to the sounds of footsteps nearing closer and closer to his destination and his attention turns to the doorway of your bedroom, eyeing the shadow that appears.

A smile instantly spreads across Jaemin’s face as you appear around the corner and enter your room, tiredly throwing down your bag before dropping beside him on the bed, shoving your face into the pillows with a groan. Jaemin’s hand touches your back, fingers kneading into the bottom of your spine before sliding upwards to your shoulder blades.

“That feels nice” You sigh softly, melting into the touch. This makes Jaemin grin, continuing his ministrations on your shoulders as you turn your head to the side to look at him. “Thank you”

Jaemin leans down, gently pecking your lips while he whispers. “You’re welcome, baby”

“Baby?” You repeat with a hum, raising your eyebrow as a small smile threatens to slip onto your face. “You really like that nickname, don’t you?”

Jaemin shrugs his shoulders, the grin still remaining on his features as he watches you flip around onto your back, his hands sliding off of your body and onto the mattress beside you. He watches you for a while, taking in your appearance which weirdly makes his heart warm. Your hair is messily splayed across your pillows, dishevelled from the wind outside and your eyes look drained, your classes and assessments clearly taking a toll on you.

But you still look really pretty, Jaemin thinks.

“What do you want to do today?” You finally ask after a few minutes of silence, not even noticing the way Jaemin has been watching you during that time. “We can watch that new series Shotaro was talking about yesterday? I’ll even cook food this time considering you did it last… or we could literally skip to the part where we make out all night—”

“I want you” Jaemin interrupts and you gape at him, still not used to his boldness as you choke on your spit in surprise. The shock on your face is evident and it almost cracks another smile out of Jaemin but he easily conceals it as he turns to you completely. “I want you. I want to fuck you… if you’ll let me”

I want to fuck you if you’ll let me. His words repeatedly ring through your ears and you struggle to catch your breath.

You’re not sure why you’ve held off having sex with Jaemin for so long, knowing that once you jump into a friend with benefits situation with someone, they’ll immediately fuck to ‘seal the deal’. But neither of you were in a rush or bothered to bring it up or even initiate it, opting to just makeout or even shove your hands down each other's pants to relieve the tension. Was now the time? Were you both finally going to give in?

“Okay” You respond.

“Okay what?” He presses, making sure that you will verbally give him the go ahead, not wanting to make you feel uncomfortable.

“Okay, I’ll let you fuck me”

Jaemin immediately straddles your waist as he crawls on top of you once you give him your consent, staring down at you with excitement in his eyes. A hand grips your chin, his thumb smooths over your skin before he leans down to mould his lips with yours in a deep but slow kiss.

Your body feels warm and a little stuffy, the clothes you’re wearing are starting to become uncomfortable to bare and you’re desperate to rip them off to finally let yourself breathe but you didn’t want to rush, you wanted to bask in the moment of having Jaemin on top of you.

Jaemin pulls away from your lips to lean back against his heels, bunching up his shirt in his hands before he pulls it over his head, throwing it carelessly to the side.

You take this moment to admire him. His messy black hair hangs just above his darkened eyes, lips swollen and wet. You almost start salivating at the mouth as you move your eyes south. His body is slim and toned, something he must be proud of considering you were told previously that Jaemin used to work out like crazy after an injury you weren’t too sure of.

You wanted to run your hands over his chest and his abs, to grip the necklace that dangles from his neck and pull him closer towards you but you fail to do so as his hands grasp at the shirt you’re wearing and pulls it over your head, leaving you in your bra and shorts.

Jaemin kisses you again, his hot tongue playing against yours and a low noise rumbles from the back of his throat as your hands come up to twist in his hair. His kisses move from your mouth, to your cheek, to your jaw and finds a place at your neck.

You let out a small moan when he sucks at a sensitive spot, eyelids becoming heavy. His bottom half gyrates against yours, letting you feel his cock through his sweatpants.

“I’m so hard right now” Jaemin pants against your skin, his breath hot which sends shivers down your spine. You bite down on your lip as you push him away from your body, tugging at the waistband of his sweatpants, eager to tear them off of his body.

Jaemin smiles down at you as he lets you awkwardly pull down his sweatpants, kicking them off of his legs and throwing them to the side carelessly.

You can’t help but eye the bulge in his boxers, mouth salivating at the size and the cocky smirk that crawls on his lips make you roll your eyes.

Noticing he’s the only one in just his underwear, he’s quick to reach for your shorts, keeping his eyes on yours as he tugs the material down your legs, craning his neck to press open mouthed kisses to the skin that he reveals.

Your shorts are carelessly thrown over his shoulder and the hands that caress your legs are moving upwards to your clothed heat, the material uncomfortably clinging to your wet core and you gasp as he grounds his hand against you. It wasn’t enough to give your clit the attention it so desperately needed, but it still makes your back arch in pleasure.

His hand slithers up your body, running up your stomach and over your chest, squeezing your tits over your red lacy bra which you mentally applauded yourself for picking today. His fingers wound in your hair and pull you upwards in a sitting position, your forehead almost pressed against his collar bones but the hand in your hair tugs your head back to bring your eyes up to his.

“You’re so fucking pretty” The way his husky voice compliments you sends shivers down your spine and your pussy throbbing, his hazy gaze making your head spin and you crane your neck to messily kiss his lips.

He lets you do as you please as he unclips your bra and pulls at your underwear, struggling to get the material down your thighs but you lift your hips to help him. Your teeth nibble at his bottom lip and Jaemin grunts as he feels your hand brush against his confined cock.

“Fuck—don’t” He breaths out, ripping his lips away from yours and you pull your hand away as quick as you possible could as if you’ve been scolded, eyes wide in worry that you’ve done something wrong. Jaemin laughs at your expression, pecking your cheek in reassurance. “I’m gonna cum fast if you touch me, baby… your hands will be the death of me”

You nod your head as you fall back into your pillows when Jaemin pushes you down, reaching behind him to retrieve his backpack from the ground, unzipping it fast and dipping his hand inside only to pull out a small silver packet.

“Do you carry those around with you?” You teasingly question and Jaemin sends you a grin as he finally disposes of his boxers, dick standing tall against his toned stomach.

“Just for you” He winks and you snort, wanting to make a comment but your words get trapped at the back of your throat as you watch Jaemin between your legs, your heart pounding wildly against your chest as he tears open the packet with his teeth, throwing it on your bedside table before rolling the condom on his length.

His brows scrunch in concentration as he stares down at himself, fingers working against his cock to adjust the rubber, making sure it was on securely. You find the sight in front of you exotic, the way Jaemin touches himself and how his cock twitches at the contact causes you to clench your thighs together, knees knocking at his stomach.

“What are you doing?” He asks with a chuckle, placing his hands on the top of your knees to pry your legs apart, lowering himself down between your legs and you gasp as his cock nudges against your centre.

Your body buzzes with nerves and excitement when you see his lust filled look, eyes half lidded as he stares back at you with a smile and you return the soft gesture, hands reaching up to cup his face and bring him down for a kiss.

Jaemin’s lips mould with yours as he pushes his cock head inside your pussy, breaking the kiss for a brief moment when your walls instinctively close around him before finding your lips again.

You find it difficult to continue the kiss, a shuddering breath escaping past your lips as you feel burn of his cock stretching you out, hands gripping the bed sheets for some sort of support which Jaemin spots and he grabs your wrists, flinging your arms around his shoulders so you could cling to him as he leans over you.

You both let out a shared gasp as he completely sinks into you, bottoming out and your fingernails dig into the skin of his shoulder blades.

“Fuck—jesus chri—you’re so fucking big—shit!!!” You babble, unable to form a correct sentence and Jaemin grins at that, not wanting to move yet to allow you to get used to his size.

“Breathe, baby” Jaemin coos, his hand affectionately caressing your hair while trying to calm his own breathing as he feels your walls clamp around his cock. You cry out as you feel Jaemin move slightly, his tip prodding against your sweetest spot and your legs uncontrollably twitch.

You weren’t sure if it was because you haven’t had sex in three months or if it was the size of Jaemin’s cock but your core burns at the continuous stretch, even the slightest of movements Jaemin makes sends you over the edge.

Jaemin presses chaste kisses to your face, his hips making the tiniest of movements to get comfy and you whine, your arms tighten around his shoulders as the burning feeling spreads throughout your thighs.

“Are you okay?” He asks with genuine concern, his hands still caressing your hair while smothering your face with soft, delicate kisses. “Can you take me?”

The question would’ve usually made you roll your eyes and send a slap to his bicep, but it didn’t come across as cocky or teasing, he was asking a genuine and real question and all you can do is nod.

Jaemin’s hand moves between your body, his thumb rubbing circles at your clit in hopes to help you relax and calm down your nerves while slowly beginning to rock his hips back and forth. It wasn’t a drastic movement, his dick hardly budged from inside your pussy but the feeling of him rubbing against your walls makes you let out a high pitched moan.

The sound of Jaemin breathing so heavily into your ear makes your head swirl and clench around him, light moans slipping through his lips at the hold you have on him. Fuck, you needed to hear that again.

“Jae…” You breathe out his name and he raises his head to meet your eyes. “More”

“More?” He repeats, licking at his lips. “I can give you more, baby”

He moves back, leaving just the tip buried inside your heat before pushing his hips forward, skin slapping against skin quietly. Your nails scratch at his shoulder blades as he repeats his movement, his thrusts slow but hard as he pounds you open, noises uncontrollably spilling from his mouth as your walls close around him.

“Fuck, you’re so wet” Jaemin mumbles under his breath, looking down to where your bodies are connected, panting heavily as your pussy swallows him to the base. “Look at that, you’re taking me so well”

“It feels—” You choke on a gasp. “It feels so good. You’re making me feel so good”

You feel like you could cry from the pleasure that ripples through your body, his cock rubbing against every inch of your walls and prodding repeatedly against your sweet spot. The desperation in his thrusts is enough to send you over the edge, your mouth falling open as a cry of his name leaves your lips, legs trembling around his hips with your walls convulsing around him.

Your eyes roll to the back of your head as you allow the euphoric feeling take over your body, your body twitching in his tight hold and he coos softly in your ear, whispering nothing but affections and praises as his thrusts grow sloppier, the grip of your heat around his cock bringing him closer to his own end.

“Wanna see you cum” You slur your words, your fingers scratching at his back before running up through his hair, tugging at his roots as you start to beg. “Pleasssse… wanna see you cum”

The look in his eyes is unrecognisable but he follows your words, teeth biting down on his bottom lip while his hips piston into yours, gripping the flesh of your thighs with his hands. A choked gasp of your name flies out of his lips when you tighten around him, helping him near his orgasm and you smile as his movements fasten, his need to cum taking over. You tug at his hair again, sharp thrusts jostle your body and you ignore the throb of your pussy, loving the way Jaemin moans out your name.

“Baby…” Jaemin grunts, his body stills and lips mushing against yours as he fills up his condom with quick spurts of cum. He struggles to keep up with the messy kiss, panting against your lips as he empties himself inside of the condom, his body tensing above you while his arms shake, struggling to hold himself above your body but you tug him down, allowing him to put his entire weight on top of you.

His tongue lazily plays with yours as you bask in each other’s embrace, your fingers still tangled in his sweaty locks and he only pulls away when your walls accidentally clench around him, breaking the kiss to wince at the sensitivity on his cock head.

You smile apologetically and Jaemin chuckles, pecking your lips before slowly pulling himself out of you. You feel empty, clenching around nothing but air and you watch with a slight pout on your lips as he carefully removes the condom from his length, making sure not to spill anything over your carpet as he disposes it in a small waste bin beside your bed.

The silence takes over you both and you’re unsure of what you’re supposed to do now. Usually after having sex with Eric, you cuddle, but you have no idea if you’re supposed to do that in a situation like this and the thought makes you instantly close your legs, already feeling shy despite Jaemin touching and exploring your body a mere few seconds ago.

You wonder if Jaemin was having the same inner thoughts as you, and even if he was, he didn’t show it. Instead, he stands up from the bed and slips out of the room. Your brows scrunch in confusion until you hear the water running from the bathroom and Jaemin appears back inside your bedroom, offering his hand out for you to take.

“Let’s go get cleaned up” He tells you as you remain laying down, unmoving from your position on the bed.

Jaemin doesn’t give you enough time to consider his words as he’s already gripping your ankles and tugging you down the bed, a loud laugh erupting from your chest as he somehow scoops you up easily over his shoulder, carrying you to the bathroom with his hands securely holding your thighs.

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You twirl your fork around your pasta, shoving the creamy goodness into your mouth with a hum of delight, finally being able to feed your hungry self after the bath you and Jaemin had. You spent a good hour inside the bathroom, helping each other wash up and even relax a while with a few shared kisses and lingering touches.

Jaemin even helped wash your hair, applying the right amount of shampoo and conditioner, and massaging your scalp with his fingers. The act alone had felt a bit too intimate and you took it upon yourself to finish the rest, leaving the bath as quickly as you possibly could before Jaemin followed behind.

He didn’t question the rush, despite it weighing heavy on his mind, and he continued on as normal. He helped you cook pasta for dinner and even added his own little twist of extra spices and sauces.

You’re sitting together on the sofa, the TV playing whatever nonsense in the background while you dig into your food, occasionally meeting each other's eyes whenever you glance up to see what the other is doing. You immediately avert your eyes first whenever you’re caught staring, face hot with embarrassment and Jaemin chuckles every time.

“How are you feeling?”

You look from your pasta bowl to peek over at Jaemin, his eyes already looking back at you. You swallow. “How are you feeling?”

“I asked first” He retorts with a smirk but he answers you anyway, placing his empty bowl and fork on the coffee table in front of him with a clang. “I’m good”

“Cool” You nod awkwardly. “I’m good too”

“Cool” He repeats your words, his body fully facing towards you and you start to feel intimidated by his attention, averting your eyes down to your pasta bowl which was becoming empty. Damn it. Where the fuck are you supposed to look now? “Was it good?”

“Was what good?”

His face goes blank. “My dick inside your—”

“OH!” You splutter, choking on your food. Jaemin’s hand is quick to pat you on the back as you uncontrollably cough, struggling to find your breath and you put down the bowl to rub at your sore throat. Jaemin smiles, finding your reaction amusing as he rubs your back in circular motions. You clear your throat to regain yourself. “It was… okay”

“Just okay?” Jaemin raises a brow. “You left scratch marks on my shoulders and—”

“Oh my god. Shut up!” You screech, hiding your face in pure and utter embarrassment and all Jaemin could do was laugh. You keep your hands attached to your face as you mumble another answer. “It was good, really good…”

“Thank you, baby” Jaemin cheekily grins, pushing himself across the sofa to sit beside you. His arms wrap around your middle, hands creeping under your shirt and pressing against your skin for comfort, resting his head on your chest. Your own hands slip from your face slowly, eyes wide at his sudden affection and you reciprocate the hug by carefully sliding your arms around his shoulders, fingers playing with his damp hair.

Was this okay? Were we allowed to do this? You chew your bottom lip anxiously. Friends hug. Friends with benefits can do this sort of thing… It's normal. Your internal panic was cut short by Jaemin raising his head from your chest to peer at you, a slight pout on his lips.

“What’s going on in that pretty little head of yours?” Jaemin asks, rubbing patterns into the skin of your side to grab your attention. You meet his gaze, your heart warming at the gentle smile he gives you as he caresses your cheek. “What’s wrong?”

You shrug your shoulders. “Just thinking”

“About… ?”

“It’s nothing” You shake your head, looking away. “It’s stupid”

“Hey, look at me” Jaemin urges and you fix your eyes back to his face. “It’s not stupid… One of the rules we made was to be honest with each other, right? So, tell me… talk to me”

“I haven’t had anything like this for three months” You begin, a wave of nerves washing over you and hitting you in the pit of your stomach. “I haven’t kissed anyone in three months, I haven’t slept with someone in three months… I haven’t been like this with anyone for three months. It’s weird for me and my mind just goes overboard with so much shit, and I have no idea how to control it”

“Do you—”

“Eric and I were together for a little over a year” Jaemin sits up in shock, not expecting you to open up about your ex so soon but he’s intrigued, his hands still on your body in hopes to comfort you while you explain. “He was my first exclusive boyfriend and our relationship was fun. We did everything together… I mean, he was not only my boyfriend but he was my best friend too… I think that’s what made it so hard after he told me that he wanted to break up, to see other people. He said he loved me still, but he wanted to be single. He didn’t want to be tied down”

Jaemin’s heart clenches at the sad look on your face, the way your eyes turn glassy and you refuse to meet his gaze.

“Right after we broke up, Miwoo dragged me and Haru to this party which I didn’t realise was hosted by Eric. I saw him making out with some girl in a corner of a room… he turned to me and he smiled at me as if nothing happened the day before. He came over and kissed me to greet me as if it was the most normal thing to do”

“Y/N—”

“How could you claim to still love someone if you want to break up and see other people? How could he kiss me after breaking my heart?” The way your voice shakes and cracks makes Jaemin feel a mixture of emotions, seeing the girl in front of him slowly breaking down at the thought of another man's doings.

He softly whispers your name as he brings you forwards, allowing you to melt into his chest as he cocoons you in his arms, resting his head on top of yours. You couldn’t cry, despite feeling the absolute need to. You couldn’t scream and you couldn’t shout at the top of your lungs to let out all the emotions you wanted to let out. It was stuck and you had no idea how to let it go.

Instead, you allow yourself to relax in the arms of someone who understands your pain and can comfort you in a way that will help you forget about your problems, your fingers grasping the front of his shirt and pulling him closer even though he was already flush against your body.

Jaemin leans back from the embrace to cup your cheeks in his hands, his thumb smoothing over the skin as his eyes look into yours. “Do you want us to fight him”

The corner of your lips twitch amusingly. “What?”

“Do you want us to fight him? Because we will. Jeno can throw a few good punches, Shotaro’s quick on his feet so he can jab him a few times. Renjun’s harsh with his words so he could definitely make him cry… Donghyuck’s a little psycho so he would probably shave off his hair or cut up his clothes or something, Yangyang would probably join in”

“Oh yeah?” You giggle at his little rant, tilting your head to the side as you look up at him. “And what are you going to do?”

Jaemin ponders for a moment, lips pursing in deep thought as he glances around the room for some inspiration but a wide smirk spreads across his face as he slowly turns his attention back to you. You gulp at the familiar look in his eyes, a glint of something you were sure you had seen a few hours ago.

“I would fuck you right in front of him” His words sends something shooting straight down to your core. “I would force him to watch me make you cum more times than he ever could… I want him to hear you scream my name over and over again”

“You could do that?”

“Oh, baby” Jaemin tuts, connecting your lips for a brief moment before he whispers. “You know I can make you do that”

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“So? How was it?” Miwoo asks you at breakfast the next morning, shoving spoonfuls of cereal in her mouth as she eyes you up. Jaemin left way before Haru and Miwoo came home last night, giving you one last mind blowing orgasm with just his fingers alone before leaving with a smug smile on his face.

The girls came in just as you got ready for bed, disappearing behind closed doors and throwing yourself in bed while giggling like a little girl who has done something so daring and new, even if it wasn’t daring or new.

You take a sip of your coffee as you raise your eyes to Miwoo. “How was what?”

Miwoo scoffs at your response. “The sex, obviously”

You slowly place your cup down on the table as you stare at Miwoo, brows furrowed with eyes wide. “How the fuck did you—”

“Oh please, I know sex like the back of my hand. Plus, you have this—” She pauses, waving her hand around your body. “—glow to you, which I know comes from having good sex. So, come on, spill everything. Tell us all the dirty little details”

“I’m actually intrigued too” Haru admits as she leans her chin on her hand.

“You guys are unbelievable” You mutter under your breath, shaking your head as you lean back comfortably in your seat. You lick your lips, keeping silent for a few seconds longer before a smile breaks out on your face. “It was really good”

“I knew it!!!” Miwoo squeals excitingly, clapping her hands together. “Is his dick big? Did he know how to use it well? Did he make you cum first? Did he—”

“Yes, yes and yes. Everything that you’re going to ask is a yes” Miwoo screeches as she kicks her feet, thrashing around in her chair and Haru keeps her composure even though the smile on her face widens every second that passes. “He even run me a bath and helped clean me up, it was crazy”

“That’s kinda romantic” Miwoo points out, eyeing you suspiciously. Your face drops at that, panic begins to rise as you start to wonder were the actions too romantic and heading towards more of a couple relationship instead of a friends with benefits one.

“It’s not romantic” Haru reassures you with a gentle smile as she notices the shift in your demeanor. “It’s just him giving you aftercare, it’s normal”

“Sounds quite suspicious to me” Miwoo hums to herself, lips pursed as she eyes you one last time before grinning widely again. “Is he into dirty talk? Did he talk dirty to you?”

“Not really, he said a few words but it seemed like he was holding back on a lot of it” You take a sip of your coffee to let Miwoo squeal before you start talking again. “I, uh, I actually brought up the whole Eric situation to him… I told him everything”

Haru sits up straight. “You did? Are you okay?”

“Yeah, it just… sorta came out? I felt comfortable telling him and Jaemin just sat quietly and listened to everything I had to say” You heart warms as you recall what happened, the way Jaemin watched you in concern and kept a comforting hand on your body while you opened up about your past made you thankful.

“What did Jaemin say?” Miwoo presses. “Does he want to kill Eric too?”

“He said that he’d get the guys to beat him up” You tell them, averting your eyes away from them shyly as you remember what else he said. “And that he would fuck me in front of Eric”

Haru pulls a face. “That’s so—”

“Hot” Miwoo cuts her off with a gasp, fanning herself with her hand as she shakes her head. “That’s so fucking ho—why can’t Jeno be like that?!?!”

“Um, Jeno is like that” Haru points out, crossing her arms over her chest. “He literally wanted to fuck you in front of that guy that was flirting with you two weeks ago”

Miwoo blinks. “Yeah, but, that’s not the same thing… I want him to fuck me in front of an ex-boyfriend”

“You don’t have an ex-boyfriend”

Miwoo throws her arms in the air dramatically. “Why are you bullying me?! This feels like a personal attack right now, Jeon Haru”

“Because you make no sense!!” Haru laughs loudly. You sigh, bringing the cup to your lips as their bickering gets louder. “How can you say you want Jeno to be like that when you don’t even have a ex-boyfrie—”

“It was just a figure of spee—hey! Stop bringing up the fact that I haven’t got an ex-boyfriend!!! Do you have a death wish?!?!” Miwoo sucks at her teeth as she looks Haru up and down with a disgusted look on her face. She abruptly turns her head, startling the both of you. “I don’t even want to look at you”

“Good” Haru shoves a spoonful of cereal in her mouth. “You nearly made me lose my appetite”

“Fuck you!!!”