Any Jungwoo Smau Recs???

★ ˙ ̟ ─── . “get you there”.

| summary | haechan fucking you until you see stars and pass out. | cw | smut, oral (f), unprotected sex, squirt, passing out 😔, pet names. | a/n | i did this as a way to redeem myself for my accidental clickbait, FORGIVE ME YALL 🥺

To be honest, you had no idea how long you'd been there, lost in it.

It started off silly. Just a casual comment about your now very inactive sex life, shared with your friend, Haechan.

A small get-together had happened at your place earlier that night, but somehow, Haechan ended up staying way longer than planned. The conversation had drifted into the late hours, soft voices under dim lights, both of you relaxed in that quiet, familiar way that only years of friendship could create.

You talked about past relationships, about the weird things people did in bed, the good, the bad, the awkward. The air between you was even more comfortable than usual. Maybe that’s why things slipped out so easily. Things you never thought you’d admit. Things like the fact that you’ve never actually had an orgasm.

That—that caught his attention.

He looked at you a little differently after that, a spark lighting in his eyes as he leaned in just a bit and said, “I can make you get there, if you let me.”

Stupid man with stupid words. And you were just as stupid, because you really said yes.

Which brings you to the present—legs spread wide, back arching, and Haechan’s mouth glued to your cunt, his tongue working your soaked hole with shameless dedication.

How long had you been like this? You weren’t sure anymore.

Your legs were starting to ache from the position, trembling from the strain and the overstimulation. You’d long lost count of how many times he’d made you cum, even though he’d told you to keep track.

Your fingers were buried in his messy hair, tugging hard, not sure if you wanted to pull him closer or push him away. But he wasn’t giving you a choice, his tongue was relentless, thrusting into you with obscene precision, his mouth noisy, wet, ravenous.

His arms were hooked beneath your thighs, hands gripping them tightly as he anchored you in place, pulling you down even harder against his mouth.

He was devouring you, absolutely shameless, his nose brushing against your sensitive little bundle of nerves with every eager thrust of his tongue.

The room was filled with the slick, lewd sounds of wet sucking, your broken moans spilling freely, mixing with the soft, desperate hums coming from his throat, he was enjoying this. And you could feel it.

Not just in the way he moaned into you, but in the subtle grind of his hips against the mattress beneath him, chasing relief he was clearly denying himself in favor of feasting on you.

That familiar pressure began to build in your core once again, your body wound so tight it barely took anything now. And before you could even brace for it, you were cumming. Again.

Haechan groaned into you, loud and guttural, as his tongue welcomed your release like he’d been starving for it. He drank every last drop, licking you clean with long, purposeful strokes, your soft mewls only making his smile grow against your soaked, trembling cunt.

Honestly, you could’ve come again just from the sight of it.

He slowly hovered over you, capturing your lips in a messy, fevered kiss, his tongue coated with the taste of you, of both of you. It made your head spin.

You were so dazed, so far gone, that you didn’t even register the sound of his pants being pushed down, or the way he settled smoothly between your legs, hands caressing your thighs like they were something sacred.

Not until you felt him.

His cock, heavy and flushed, dragging through your folds, the tip brushing against your clit with maddening precision.

You gasped, overwhelmed, your hands flying to his arms as if to keep yourself ground, or stop him.

“Hyuck,” you whimpered, breathless and spent. “Gimme a break… please.”

He dragged his tongue slowly along your neck, warm and wet, just as his cock slid up and down your slick folds teasingly. The tip circled your entrance, barely pushing in, just enough to make your walls flutter around nothing.

“A break?” he murmured against your skin, lips curving into a smirk as he nibbled at your pulse. “After everything I gave you?” He pulled back just enough to look you in the eye, his cock still resting right at your entrance, heat pulsing between you. “You’re so selfish, you know that?”

His hips rolled forward just enough for the head of his cock to catch on your entrance again, making you twitch. He didn’t push in, of course he didn’t. He just stayed there, smirking.

“All those pretty sounds you made,” he whispered, trailing his hand up your thigh, spreading you wider. “All those orgasms I handed to you…”

He nipped at your jaw, gentle but firm.

“And now you want to rest?” He chuckled, the sound vibrating through your skin. “After laying there, whining, taking everything like a needy little pillow princess?”

His fingers found your clit again, drawing slow, torturous circles, just light enough to make your whole body jolt, overstimulated and aching.

“You should say thank you, pretty,” he murmured, brushing his lips over yours. “And let me take care of you, hm?”

You whimpered, eyes fluttering shut as your hips gave a weak jerk toward his fingers, your body betraying any protest your lips might’ve formed. You were exhausted, wrecked, even, but the way he touched you, spoke to you, looked at you… there was no way you could say no.

Your fingers curled tightly around his biceps, bracing yourself. “T… Thank you,” you whispered, the words barely audible, thick with embarrassment.

He chuckled, a low, condescending sound that sent a fresh wave of heat through you. “I didn’t know you were obedient like that,” he teased, voice dripping with mockery.

And before you could even fire back, before you could think, he drove into you with a sharp, hard thrust. Your breath caught in your throat, a startled gasp slipping out as your body clenched around him instantly, your walls molding to every inch, the sudden stretch stealing whatever witty comeback you had.

His moan was downright pornographic and it had you clenching around him nonstop. The way he throbbed inside you, thick and heavy, made it obvious he was in heaven, or at least somewhere damn close.

He started to move, slow at first, rolling his hips in a steady rhythm that let you feel every single inch of him. And fuck, he was savoring it. Savoring the way your slick, gummy walls pulled him in greedily, clenching and fluttering like your body didn’t want to let him go.

But his slow, gentle thrusts didn’t last long, his hands clamped down on your hips, fingers digging in with an almost bruising grip as he picked up the pace. His thrusts turned rough, relentless, his hips slamming into yours with enough force to rock your body up the bed with each movement, as he pounded your already sensitive, abused pussy.

Slick, wet slaps echoed through the room, the sound of your cunt squelching obscene as he drove in deeper, harder, hitting that perfect spot again and again like he knew it by heart.

“Fuck,” he moaned, voice ragged, breath catching as you clenched down on him tight. “Gimme one—fuck, baby, gimme one more.”

It wasn’t like he even needed to ask. At this point, you had no control over your body, especially not with the way he was pounding into you while his fingers pinched your clit, only to soothe it with a teasing, gentle rub right after.

Your entire body responded to him like a live wire, tension building faster than you could process. Then, without warning, a gush of wetness burst from you, soaking his lower abdomen and the sheets below as your body trembled violently, nerves on fire from the overwhelming pleasure.

“Fuck—look at that,” he moaned, eyes wide in surprise, a slightly disbelieving smile curling on his lips. “So messy for me. So fucking good.”

You spasmed beneath him, body jerking as every muscle finally gave out, going limp all at once. He was so turned on by how completely he’d unraveled you, it took him a few seconds to even register it, until he stilled inside you, balls deep, as he spilled hot ropes of cum into your waiting cunt.

“Shit,” he hissed, breath ragged, brushing damp hair from your face and noticing how your eyes fluttered, your body still twitching softly. “You passed out?” he asked with a soft laugh as he leaned down to kiss your forehead. “Yeah… I’ll take that as a thank you.”

↝ taglist: @nebularsung, @spacejip, @peterm4rker, @sinisxtea.

- game on! a park jisung smau -

a story in which y/n finds herself meeting her roblox bestie in real life. turns out he’s not exactly everything she hoped for… who would’ve thought her nemesis park jisung would be user plumblossomer

astronomy-major!jisung x astronomy-major!reader

genre : humour, crack, strangers to enemies to lovers, college au, slow burn, y/n prefers dying over admitting her feelings, jisung is lowkey mean at times..

warnings : death/sex jokes, curses a lot, im not an astronomy major so this is bound to be funny

status : ongoing (i haven’t decided how regularly i’ll update 😋)

notes : im doing ittttt im litchrally saur excited to start this i missed doing a smau

profiles : 00 - 00

masterlist:

freaks 😈

kys

face reveal

no tutoring

i love penises

blocked

growth

freaky/n

desperation

no fucking way

tanghulu

making out

grubby hands

babe

the world is healed

weird

uncomfortable

trial run

short king

sleepover

park jisung . drinks . outer space

jisung was not one to get drunk often. when he was out with friends he’d only have one or two, conscious that you were the one that had to take care of him after. but tonight was different, his friends had invited him out telling him to bring his girlfriend so that he wouldn’t have to worry about you home alone. and that’s how jisung ended up in this position, 7 beers and 2 margaritas later, he was cuddled up into your neck, hot breath warming your skin. “baby it’s so so hot in here can you open a window?” your very drunk boyfriend was mumbling into your neck over and over how hot the room was. you grabbed his face having to force him away from you neck, “hey look at me ji, stop putting your face in my neck, you’re just making yourself hot okay?” he slowly nodded as you blew some air into his face, breath making his bangs move around. “but i’m so tired i wanna, wanna go home, and sleep with you” you heard haechan and mark laugh, making some comment about how he was just a big baby, giggling, you deciding that it was time you take your big baby home. as you said your goodbyes (jisung took his time to hug each individual person who attended) jeno gave you a hand carrying him onto a bench outside so you could both wait for your uber. jisung held onto your hand, squeezing it tightly every time a gust of wind would pass by you. “baby look at all the stars, there’s so many, i think that one, that one looks like that thing, you know, the dipper one!” you smiled at your completely clueless boyfriend, “jisung those are street lights” he frowned slightly as a soft “oh” escaped his lips. you kissed his forehead pulling him towards you, worried he would start to get cold, "we should go to space baby, like big space, with a space house, and i'd have alien friends, i don't think i could wear a oxygen tank all the time though, baby you know, like a moon mansion," as your boyfriend rambled on about your nonexistent space house, your uber pulled up in front of you giving you a little honk to signal his arrival. you swung jisung's arm around your shoulders grunting a little at the added weight from the liquor in his system, your boyfriend not helping at all as he slouched on top of you, "okay ji, our spaceship is here to take us home, lets go, come one." as you both sat in the car, jisung's head in your lap you heard him mumbling into the skin of your thigh, "after we get to our space home we should, we should fly to pluto, and then to jupiter's moons, all 600 of them!" you patted his head softly, smiling at his plans to travel space with you. jisung had no idea that you'd travel through the whole galaxy with him if he asked.

Jealous Of Holly ~ Min Yoongi

Your smile was weak as you watched Yoongi walk into the bedroom, watching Holly follow his every footstep into the room. You were hoping for one night, just one, where you could cuddle up to Yoongi without having any interruptions.

“Are we falling asleep as three tonight?” You questioned, watching Yoongi shut the door whilst pointing to the bed for Holly to jump on. As soon as he did, he made his way to Yoongi’s pillow, almost completely ignoring you.

“You don’t mind, do you?” Yoongi smiled in reply, “I think someone’s feeling a little bit needy.”

“When isn’t that certain someone feeling a little needy?”

Your comment caused Yoongi’s eyes to narrow as he kept his eyes on you whilst making his way across to his wardrobe. You paid no attention to him though, staring down into your lap, keeping the corner of your eye on what Holly was doing beside you.

“You don’t mind Holly falling asleep up here with us, do you?” Yoongi asked as he pulled his pyjamas out.

“I guess not,” you frowned, trying your best not to hurt Yoongi’s feelings with your own frustrations. “Holly’s a part of the family, of course, he should stay with us too.”

Yoongi’s head shook, pulling out his clothes before taking a seat at the bottom of the bed, “are you sure that you’re really alright about this Y/N, you seem a little…annoyed?”

You didn’t want to seem annoyed or irritated by Holly, most of the time you loved having him around, but during the evenings, you just wished for a little bit of space. Holly’s habit of cuddling as closely to Yoongi as possible left you feeling left out, with distance between the two of you every single night.

To begin with you’d hoped it would just be a phase, that he’d get bored and find a new spot to lay in, but after three weeks, you were beginning to tire of falling asleep by yourself, almost as if you should be in a completely different room and giving the two of them their own space.

Despite how irritated you were though, you knew that having Holly around didn’t bother Yoongi, he loved having you and Holly in the room. The one thing that he failed to see, which you always hoped he would see was how far away he slept from you every night, barely even able to find the room to hold onto his hand.

“Are we going to play this game tonight?” Yoongi challenged, “I’ll break you down until you tell me what it is that’s on your mind.”

“It’s no big deal,” you lied in response, looking away from Holly and out of the window in an attempt to calm yourself down.

As he followed your gaze, Yoongi soon picked up on what the problem was. His eyes landed on Holly who was busy washing at the bottom of Yoongi’s pillow, shuffling slowly across to your side of the bed to start innocently placing a wedge between the two of you.

“Do you want me to put him downstairs in his bed?” Yoongi suddenly spoke up.

“No,” you whispered, knowing without even looking what he was on about, “this is just as much Holly’s house as it is mine, it’s probably Holly’s even more.”

“But this isn’t Holly’s bed like it is yours.”

Your shoulders shrugged as Yoongi stood up and moved around to be in your eyeline again. “I shouldn’t be getting jealous over a dog; this is stupid anyway.”

“No,” Yoongi frowned, leaning down beside your end of the bed, “he has been a little bit clingy recently, I’ll admit, and maybe that has meant that I’ve not been able to be around you.”

“I can look after myself, I’m human, but Holly’s a dog, he needs you.”

Yoongi’s head shook back at you, refusing to let you play down your feelings. He got it, even if he hadn’t always made you feel that way, as he thought, he knew that the distance had been growing, he had just hoped that it would be something that would pass.

“Why don’t I go downstairs and bring his dog bed up, see if he’ll sleep in it up here knowing that we’re still around?” Yoongi offered, “it might get him off the bed.”

“Don’t you think he’ll just jump back up,” you sighed in reply, glancing momentarily across to the dog who was slowly pressing behind you, “it’s you that he wants.”

As far as Yoongi was concerned, it was worth a shot anyway as he made his way downstairs. The two of you needed your space still, no matter how big of a part of the family Holly was, his time had to be shared more equally.

The moment Yoongi arrived back in the room, Holly was looking up, noticing something familiar in his arms. Yoongi placed the bed down beside his side of the bed, tapping it gently to try and encourage Holly to give it a look.

“It’s just your bed, remember how fluffy and soft it is?”

After a few moments of encouragement, Holly jumped down into the bed, positioning himself right by Yoongi’s hand. You rolled across to be able to take a look at what was going on, noticing Holly beginning to settle on top of the material.

“There we go,” Yoongi whispered, slowly lifting his hand out, hoping that it wouldn’t encourage Holly to move. “How about you try and sleep down here tonight?”

“He still doesn’t look completely convinced by the idea.”

Once he was changed and into his pyjamas, Yoongi slowly slid across into the bed, keeping nice and quiet as he turned the light off in the hope that Holly wouldn’t notice him, not even looking in his direction to risk making eye contact.

He knew that Holly was still comfortable, even if he wasn’t going to be pressed against his chest for the night. But most of all, Yoongi could tell that you were a little more settled not having something separate you both again.

“How’s this?” Yoongi whispered, reaching underneath the duvet to take a hold of your hand, “I forgot how comfy it could be just the two of us.”

“I still kind of feel bad,” you admitted with a chuckle, “I didn’t want to force Holly to sleep down there, I just wish that he wouldn’t sleep right between the two of us. Can’t you put his bed at the bottom of the bed or something?”

“He’ll be alright,” Yoongi assured you, “he’s slept in worse places, remember the makeshift bed that we had for him at the studio once, that was horrendous.”

Your head nodded in reply to the memory, “sometimes I think he’s still bitter towards you for making him sleep in Jungkook’s stinky jumper.”

Despite your hurt at being pushed aside at night, Yoongi knew that you still had a soft spot inside you for Holly. You were the first one up to take him for walks or filling up his food dish when it was mealtime. But Yoongi knew too that space was needed for you both, even if Holly didn’t always agree with that.

“I reckon he’ll be bitter towards you now,” Yoongi teased, squeezing your hand, “I’ll make sure he knows who put him on the floor.”

“You were the one that got his bed,” you reminded Yoongi, “if anyone here is to blame, it’s you, you’ve got a habit now of this.”

“Maybe he’ll just end up hating both of us.”

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Masterlist

JAEHYUN ʚїɞ fly away with me

reading up on a certain Roman emperor

Definition of hate (j.s) (masterlist)

Johnny Suh is insufferable. He’s rich, arrogant, and anything but funny. You refuse to believe he is worth anything more than walking away from– over and over again– because you keep showing up for his friends, and his friend’s keep forcing you to talk to him.

ao3  |  main m.list  | minors do not interact.

TOTAL WORDCOUNT  ―  88k 

PAIRING ― johnny x afab reader

CONTENT  ―  enemies to lovers, soft top johnny, female reader, extreme slow burn, pining, anxiety, arguments, jealousy, college setting, talk of home life troubles, partying, and drinking.

other tags are provided before each chapter. 

SIDE CHARACTERS ― mark lee as the platonic soulmate, haechan as the guy who can’t keep a job, taeyong as the story teller, jaehyun as the guy who exists when he feels like it, unnamed best friend, made up ex girlfriend of johnny for drama purposes

WARNING!! though I have already revised this fic, i have missed some things. there are still a few indications of the reader turning “red” during certain scenes. I will go through and edit it out as soon as I have time. I apologize for missing those errors. This was written back before I recognized the harm it caused, and have since removed it from my writing and no longer use these terms when describing reader. So, just be aware of that until I can edit it out. 

!! CHAPTERS !! 

one ―14.8k two ― 17.2k three ―13.1k four ―  15.4k five ― 11.5k finale ―16.2k

if you think you’ve read this fic before, it’s because you have. l*cas was a side character and i have since went through and replaced him. i have also edited the entire fic and changed the title.

LOWKEY. | N.JM

— Prologue: “I like what we have.”

— Summary: You and Jaemin are best friends but behind the close doors you have a lowkey relationship that no one knows about.

— Genre: Fwb smut. Best friends to secret fwbs. Suggestive and soft sex. Lazy sex. Pussy eating. Jaemin loves Y/n’s thighs so much.

— Notes: Lazy sex honestly hits differently.

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One word to describe you and Jaemin? Lowkey.

You’re best friends everyone knows that. People can mutually agree that you and Jaemin are close friends nothing else but what you know is the opposite. Behind the close doors you’re the one spread wide open for your best friend letting him have a taste as much as he wants.

Behind those close doors lies a secret that no one else knows except you and Jaemin.

And it excites you because you love what you have with him. It’s a secret only you and him have. Nothing else matters when you’re alone together by yourself with your true, true selves. You don’t have to pretend you guys don’t want one another when you equally want each other.

Jaemin doesn’t have to bullshit his way out to say you’re only a friend when in reality he knows how your lips tastes. He knows the chapstick flavour you use. He knows you like to mismatch your underwear and he thinks it’s wonderful you do.

Or the fact that you have a these mood swings when you wake up and he isn’t in bed with you. He knows that you love to cuddle someone or something to fall asleep otherwise you want go to sleep.

He knows things ‘friends’ wouldn’t usually know.

Right now you’re lazing with Jaemin on the bed. Your arms are wrapped around him and he has the same arms wrapped around your body together, you guys are in the most comfortable position you don’t even need to move to get comfortable because Jaemin’s chest was the perfect pillow substitute. And you were a cute little baby wrapped in between the forearms as he looks down at you cuddling you even closer because being close to you simply wasn’t close enough for him. You’re staying over at Jaemin’s house today. He told you to come over because he missed you and who were you to say no to that?

You ran out the door the moment you read the ‘I miss you’ text and then arrived at his doorstep the next second.

You’re keeping this so lowkey your parents don’t even know or your mutual friends aren’t suspecting anything which is fine. Because when you’re alone with Jaemin you feel like you don’t need anyone else.

You see your best friend looking down at you and he gives you a little kiss on your forehead at the centre as your bangs were in the way of your eyes he slowly wipes them upwards with his thumb. He takes his gently time to swipe them back so he can look at your face without having your hairs in the way. You enjoy seeing how soft he can actually be. You’re just lazily laying there trapped between his tight embrace as if he was never going to ever let you go.

You let a small smile, watching the sinewy beautiful boy in front of you. “Jaemin you might suffocate me if you keep squeezing me and kissing me right here.” He wore a white tee shirt short sleeves and the black hair very loose and soft. It looks like a bunch of cotton candy to you or at least that’s how his hair feels like to you. It’s very soft. You’ve never touched anything soft as this. Jaemin’s bare face was also, extremely handsome you wonder if you’re gazing into a real life prince.

Your best friend playfully frowns and kissed your forehead again. “Hmm one more?” He asked you and you feel your eyebrows raise up. “Okay, one more.” Jaemin went for another kiss but then he just goes and pampers your entire face with kisses; he attacks your forehead with his lips, your cheeks, your eyelids that are closed, your chin and jawline. He even kissed your ears and the sides of your neck now. You feel so overwhelmed by how fast he kissed you in all those different places. At the same time they were soft and sweet too.

Jaemin’s very much affectionate when he’s alone with you like this and he feels so safe with you.

You let out a soft laugh. “You said one more, that was at least like seven times.” He heard you say this and he smirks softly leaning up and staring at your eyes a little bit.

Jaemin shifts on top of you hovering above as he stares down at your beautiful face and he’s practically taunting your lips wanting to kiss them. No. He needs to kiss them.

Jaemin’s silvery and husky voices has you hyperventilating at times because it’s so deep and soft with love and adoration for you. “I wasn’t counting, to me that felt like one kiss.” Jaemin retorts back to you running his fingers through your hair that feels so warm.

You want to tell him that he was in fact counting he just didn’t want to say he wasn’t. You know at times Jaemin can be very smug.

When the time closes the both you found yourselves in a lazy makeout. It starts of slow and low on energy. There’s no extra movements, no extra efforts put into the kiss. It’s just lazy kisses that can make your skin crawl and your heart run wild.

The lazy makeouts while he’s on top of your softly brushing his thumb across your inner cheek makes you melt like a puddle in middle of the Highway.

You didn’t even realise that you’re making out with him with slight more I resistant intensity now. The lazy makes-out went from zero to a whopping hundred when Jaemin began to brush his tongue within the seconds of the kiss growing more and more frisky between the two of you.

Your bodies get even closer. You sat up on the bed as Jaemin did the same. He sat up to pull you closer by your waist and the kiss not once broke off between the both of your faces. He caressed you and your body feels warmer in response to how good this all feels. It feels like you’re going to explode into something that will have you squealing with excitement and joy for him.

Your heart picks up a rate when Jaemin slips his hands around your shirt and slowly takes it off, your eyes were closed in that moment as you’re focusing in giving everything you have in the kiss you’re sharing with your best friend.

Jaemin didn’t waste a minute to pull you back down and lay you in the same position as previously you were in. He breaks it off as he looks into your eyes longingly.

He needs you, so bad.

“I don’t want to move, but I need you so bad.” Jaemin whispers brushing your hair and tucks it behind your ears.

You look at him understanding what he meant. He was feeling like lazing around with you and being in bed with him was such a good comfort thing to do. You don’t feel like moving too much either so instead you just kiss his lips a little and the sides of his neck.

“We can keep it lowkey.” You whisper. “I like what we have.” You’re reassuring him because you want him to know you feel the same as he does.

He doesn’t need to put too much effort. Jaemin smiles liking your answer and he found it appealing to him because you just know the right words to say everytime he needs you.

His hands tug on your sweatpants, which are his but you’re wearing them at times now. Whenever you come over you tend to take his clothes with you. Jaemin slips them down to your ankles and he reconnects his hands around your thighs. Jaemin kissed your knee and then your thighs he loves so much. They’re just the perfect size and if anything he sometimes wished you’d suffocate him around them. They’re so warm too, probably the warmest place around your body if you don’t count your breasts.

Jaemin won’t do anything too much effort but he will do enough to pleasure you and him at the same time. He doesn’t even need to get any pleasure to stimulate him because him pleasuring you was a way of giving him a better pleasure anyways.

He always finds your pleasure to be the most thrilling. It turns him on. It makes him satisfied.

Your hands prickle at his hair when Jaemin lowers the head down picking at your panties he slips them off and then, he takes an admiring look between your legs at your regional central. Jaemin saw how much your pussy looks to be begging to him at this point you’re anticipating it hard.

The moment you feel your best friends mouth open and touch at your clit giving it a little kitten lick you feel your eyes clench. Jaemin works his eyes down at your pussy not even bothering to look at your face right now because he’s too focused on giving you the best but low effort pleasure yet. Your body was very loose and relaxed because of all the cuddling you did with him earlier.

When his tongue laps around your two folds perking up at the erecting pleasure you feel his hands gently knead and fold around your inner thighs, he squeezes them at every lick he does at your cunt or when he wants to give you a little more of a harder time he shifts and sucks longer at your clit by using his teeth light to graze over, like a canon shooting out balls of pleasure at your body.

Sure, you don’t have a label with Jaemin. You say you’re best friends but you’re clearly more than that. But at the same time you wouldn’t say you’re boyfriend and girlfriend. It’s like you don’t have a label but you’re so comfortable being like this with him you don’t mind it.

At the end of the day labels don’t matter right? As long as you have Jaemin and he has you, that’s all that matters to the both of you.

And none of you would swap it for the world.

Your face cannot hide the pleasures that the boy down below was giving you and giving only you. It was something you cannot control because your eyebrows flutter like a pair of blooming Iris’ whenever he tastes you even more like he’s been imprisoned for decades or centuries.

The seeping tongue coursing through your insides and your clit makes your body skyrocket and sluggish with more this continues and Jaemin drags his mouth like a landmark on a map.

He traced his tongue down even further as his fingers made little progress between your smooth skin caressing your beautiful inner thighs and upwards up the pelvis, and right above your hips he gave a tight living squeeze as Jaemin’s breath began to pour against your cunt.

The room was filled with your sigh’s or your own running thoughts you spoke when the pleasure got too much.

You were allowed to say whatever you wanted because this was yours and Jaemin’s safe place. No one can see your relationship behind the closed doors because this was lowkey.

He wasn’t doing much effort yet he made you tremble by the lewd pulsing indulges the mouth was gaping at your watering hole, with the whole world behind the door not knowing a single thing that your best friend was eating you out like no tomorrow, and you love it, you love it so much you don’t want it to ever stop.

It was so mollifyingly beautiful, to see you look so spread out for him and taking everything Jaemin gave you because you’re such an amazing girl who listens to what he’s willing to do for you.

It’s times like these he’s the most grateful for you. You let him relax and be himself. He doesn’t have to do much to please you and you’re appreciative.

Jaemin of course does so much for you. He goes the extra length for you in anything.

The pleasure enhanced by the second, your eyes open now and you staring at the ceiling as your mouth escapes out your begs — oh how sweet your begs make Jaemin so weak and drunk on your sweet sweet darling cunt.

“J-Jaemin… I’m… so close, I don’t think I can last, Jaemin…” you repeat his name, in such short threats you feel him diving even more into your sating pretty pearl that he rubs his tongue on your perky lips down below contouring your pleasure.

Your nub was so abused by the boy below hungrily burning his mouth on the space between your spread legs.

One quick thrust from his mouth all at once had your orgasm reaching a certain high level of speed rushing out of your lips.

Jaemin saw you rasping at the bedsheets as your legs sent miniature spams and he saw your thighs jig around between the intensifying orgasm running wild at your stomach you sucked in.

The boy held your thighs down pushing your body against the bed when your body went to arch forward off the bedsheets. He made sure to force you back down as Jaemin didn’t move backwards, no, he stayed and pushed his tongue further more inside until he had all the taste of you.

“Ah.. ahhh fuck…”

Your hips buckle forward doing a little dry hump against your best friend’s mouth as he was making you cry from how good this feels.

Jaemin hums against your sex with tiny purrs leaving his beautiful plum lips looking so kissable. Moving away from your cunt he looks up at you seeing how well you took all his mouth provided, and you’re not left slightly breathing abnormally as it leaves your oxygen levels decreasing.

The blood rushing to your head and your cheeks was a visible sign that you were feeling better, now that you came on his mouth and Jaemin loves the taste of you too.

“Hmm… you taste so good, so fucking good.” He whispers as he leaves his face away from your sex and slowly looks at you with lambing eyes at your flushed face.

The cloying nature of the situation catches up to the both of you and it didn’t take long until he laid down next to you and you wrap your arms around his chest as you lay next to one another.

None of you said anything else but your eyes spoke words to each other that your lips could never achieve to rejuvenate.

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