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v. bf!jeno x reader x fwb!jaemin

Jaemin leans against the wall on the other end of the room, surrounded by people who vie almost pitifully for his attention. It's dark, the only sources of light coming from the street through the windows and the yellow glow of the kitchen. The heat of bodies grinding together and the smell of alcohol taints the air, music blasting from the speakers as people dance around where you're seated on the couch. Despite the people who are desperate - available - for a night with Na Jaemin, his stare is on you and it cuts the space through with tension, grounding you heavily onto the lap of another.

Jeno moans against your shoulder with the slow grind of your hips on his. His hands squeeze tighter at your waist before travelling lower to stroke at your thighs and they're warm on your bare skin, lingering closer to the places you want him. "Pay attention to me," Your boyfriend murmurs, kissing up your shoulder to your neck, nipping gently on the skin. You let out a soft moan when he pulls you down harder against him, your legs that straddle his lap stretch farther apart, his growing bulge sliding through layers of clothing against your aching heat. "Jaemin can wait." And your eyes can't help seeking the said boy once again, your body shivering at the darkness that peers right back when you lock eyes with him.

You let the delicious spread of heat his stare instils into your gut spread like wildfire before you look down to meet Jeno's softer ones, eager with need. "So patient waiting for me," You coo, your hands sliding up his arms, smoothing over the curves of his muscles until you're cupping his cheeks. Your lips feather lightly against the surface of his, feeling them part, letting out a shaky sigh. "Always such a good boy." You whisper before dragging him closer, pulling him into a deep kiss that makes him groan, his arms wrapping instinctively around you. Your fingers tangle into his hair and he hisses at the sharp sting when you tug his head to the side, wanting to mark up his neck.

"Having fun without me?" The deep voice startles you, flinching on Jeno's lap as you're faced with Jaemin's coy smile from behind Jeno's head. He's leaning against the back of the sofa like a Cheshire cat, his playful grin taking in the sight of Jeno looking a little winded under you.

"You looked a bit busy for someone who wants to play." And you regret the bite in your tone, Jeno tensing briefly underneath you.

"Oh?" Jaemin stands back up to his full height, towering over your seated frame with a cocked eyebrow. "What a filthy mouth you have." You were sure what you said wasn't that bad but you knew better too, Jaemin disliking even a little backtalk. You swallow hard and you feel Jeno's pensive stare on you, his thumb soothing on your waist and you wonder if that's the last tender touch you'll get tonight - the thought sends a shock of arousal into your gut.

Jaemin rests his index finger beneath your chin, tilting your head up to look at him and you feel him thumb the edge of your lips. "Open." And you're suddenly conscious of the people around you.

Sure, it's dark and they're busy having their own fun, but it isn't enough to hide your face. A lot of people in this room are from campus and you're one hundred percent sure they know your only boyfriend is Lee‌‌ Jeno. Jaemin waits, his thumb hovering close and his patience at this moment has you questioning if he's doing this to humiliate you or see how far you're willing to show everyone who you kneel for at midnight.

Jeno gives you an encouraging squeeze and that's enough for you to wrap your lips around Jaemin's thumb, taking him willingly into your mouth. "That's what I thought." But Jaemin's voice is hoarse enough to tell you that he was unsure if you'd do it, your tongue swirling around his digit before licking a line up the pad of his thumb. He groans, finger sliding out of your mouth and he pats your cheek in praise. You think he's about to lean over to kiss you, stopping himself just before.

"Baby," It's a whine you and Jaemin are both familiar with, Jeno shifting under you from his place seated on the couch. "I‌ want Jaemin in my mouth too." And he looks up at Jaemin with those soft eyes your fond of, making the other boy groan.