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vii. jaemin x reader

Jaemin is whimpering beside you.

It must be a nightmare, you think because when you reach out to touch his skin, it's unbearably hot and he's covered in sweat. You can barely see through your hazy exhaustion, woken up by him during early hours with him shifting constantly beside you.

"Jae..." Whispering softly, you prop up on one arm as you shake him gently on the shoulder with the other. "Hey, wake up, it's okay." He groans, a hand latching around your wrist and his body tilts to you, hips grinding against yours.

"Oh... Oh, fuck." You hiss, feeling his erection through his shorts. Your face to face now, his hot breath panting onto your skin, his eyebrows furrowed in concentration. You feel heat swell in your lower gut and you force it down, concentrating instead on how irritated you feel by being woken up.

"Y/N..." He moans and you think your hearing must be failing you because he did not just mutter your name in the middle of whatever wet dream he's having.

"Jaemi–" Then a long drawn out groan escapes his throat, eyes squeezed shut as his whole body shivers against you. You watch in awe as his hips stutter, Jaemin's body curling into himself before his eyes flutter open.

He blinks, squinting in the dark as his eyes meet yours, frowning a little at the shock that's still plastered on your face. A groan comes from him when he tries to move, eyes falling down between his legs and he stays like that for a moment before he feels his cheeks flush.

Jaemin looks back up at you with his mouth slack and then he's frozen like that because his best friend just witnessed him cum in his sleep.

It's awkward, very awkward that you almost cough on the tension but you try to dispel it as quickly as possible.

"Jaemin..." And you can't help watching his throat bob when he swallows. "...I didn't think you felt that way for me." He rolls his eyes at your teasing tone, sitting up on the edge of the bed until his feet hit the floor and his back is turned to you. His face falls in his hand as he groans in embarrassment, shaking his head.

"I do not. I was dreaming about... someone else..." He mutters and you giggle, gazing at his moonlit figure, the glow from the window shining on him.

Liar.

"Oh yeah, who? Jeno?" He growls and picks up his pillow, narrowly missing your face when he throws it back at you. "Renjun... It can't be... Haechan!?" He throws another but he still misses, getting up from the bed.

"Shut up, I'm going to the bathroom." And you watch with a smug smile on your face when he quickly shuffles through the dark, cursing when his leg collides with something hard. "Do not tell anyone about this!" He yells before he disappears.

"Sure, I definitely won't." Then Jaemin curses because your words sound something far from a promise.

You don't tell him about whose name he muttered in his sleep and how he ground himself against you.

I'll save it for the next sleepover. You think, a devilish grin settling on your lips.