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iii. jaemin ft. jeno x reader

Jaemin bites his bottom lip until it's numb, head falling back in ecstasy.

Maybe there should be shame burning through his body but if there is, it's quickly overcome by prickling heat. It isn't his fault you and Jeno were fucking like rabbits next door, your moans streaming in through the thin walls like you wanted him to hear.

And it is definitely not his fault that he ended up turned on by the sound of his roommate's girlfriend crying out for more or by the small grunts Jeno is making. It's not his fault that he's so god damn hard and that the only way to relieve it is by touching himself.

Jaemin's whole body shivers as his hand slides down his length in a tight grip, too focused on listening to control himself.

He hears your soft, constant groaning and he closes his eyes, imagining you sinking onto his throbbing cock. Your face is contorted in pleasure, head lolling backwards at the pleasure of him filling you up just right. He imagines you whimpering and clenching, all hot and wet with strained sounds spilling from your sweet lips like the ones that you're making next door.

Fuck, you'd look so pretty like that.

You suddenly swear loudly, whatever Jeno is doing to you making you yell out as the headboard bangs hard against the wall. Jaemin can't contain his moan that comes out as half a yell, startled by the sound and he swears softly.

That was too loud of him and it's suddenly silent on the other side.

A beat passes and then there's shuffling - murmuring - and panic begins to settle in his chest, thinking he's been caught masturbating to his two friends fucking each other.

Then a sigh of relief leaves him when he hears you both start up again, louder this time and the headboard doesn't stop banging into the joint wall. Jaemin groans, your moaning now needier and higher, Jeno's grunts growing frequent, and he speeds up the pace of his hand around himself at the same pace as the headboard.

"Fuck, please, harder baby." And he imagines you're talking to him instead, mumbling a shit, yes into his empty room, his hips desperately thrusting up into his grip. He feels himself break into a sweat, his other hand coming up to pinch at his nipples, tug at his own hair as you would do. "Shit, you feel so good, fuck, fuck!" Jeno's loud growl has Jaemin's cock twitching, right at the edge of his climax.

"Oh fuck, Jaemin!"‌ You scream at the same time his thumb rubs over his tip and it has him cumming with a surprised gasp.

"Shit." He hisses, cum squirting onto his hips and shirt, eyes squeezing shut when he slowly realises what you've said. Giggles bounce through the walls as he stands, slipping his boxers and shorts back on, rummaging quickly across his floor for a clean shirt.

"Enjoyed that?" Jeno's voice sounds clearer and his head snaps to the newly open door, the other male smirking smugly at him, arms folded with his chest bare. "You can join us next time if you get lonely." It sounds half teasing but Jaemin hears something close to genuine in it too.

He opts to look away with a scowl but Jeno doesn't miss the red flushing onto his cheeks.

"Fuck off."

"Please?" Jaemin's gaze darts behind Jeno's figure, your naked one partially hidden behind the other and it makes him swallow, feeling blood rush down his body. He quickly turns around before they catch sight of him hardening again, cursing lowly as it begins to become a painful erection.

"Just call me again before you do it." A cold hand snakes around his torso, fingers delicately brushing against his hot skin, slipping beneath his stained shirt. It makes him hiss, head falling back like it's done before as your hand palms around his clothed bulge.

"Why wait?" Your breath tickles his neck and he feels his hair stand up. "Why not now?" And he thinks you're joking because you can't possibly be up for a second round already, having cummed just moments before in the other room.

"Now?" He repeats, his voice is more breathless than anticipated. It earns a chuckle from Jeno, one that comes from beside him before he settles on the edge of his bed in front of him.

You kiss his shoulder, then the nape of his neck and Jaemin keens when he feels the older male's hands on his hips. "Yes, now... unless you want to wait?" Your lips part from Jaemin's skin and an involuntary whine leaves his lips. He has no time to reply as Jeno jolts him forward by the waist, body curving over Jeno's when he feels the dizzying scrape of his teeth against his stomach.

"I'm sure it's a yes, isn't that right, pretty boy?