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viii. jaemin x reader

Jaemin's grip on your thigh is what wakes you up.

You groan, eyes blinking away the sleep as his fingers clench tighter, hissing softly at the ache. "Jaem..." Your eyes slowly begin to adjust to the darkness, just enough for you to make out the clear distress on his face.

There's something familiar about this scene and it doesn't hit you until he groans softly, the sound more than welcomed than sleep. Biting your lip, you wait until he makes that sound again and he does, and it's deeper and needy, body jolting towards you.

"Please..." He whimpers in his sleep and a breathless sigh leaves you, scooting closer to Jaemin on the bed. You reach for your phone just behind him on the bedside table, body pressing up against his. His arm slings around your waist, keeping you close, face pressed snugly against your chest.

Another moan leaves him, followed quickly with a jerk of his hips against yours and you stifle a whimper. Fuck, he's already so hard.

You're wondering what he's dreaming about as you lean back, fiddling with your phone, hitting the record button. You place it near Jaemin's pillow, making sure it isn't too far from him. He must be dreaming about something good, another strained moan leaving his lips.

"What's wrong, Jaem?" You murmur, your hand brushing gently against his stomach. Hot breaths fan your face as his body reacts, his arm holding you in place as he thrusts against you with a groan.

"Please... Y/N..." He drags you closer until your face is buried into his chest, a leg hooking over yours, hips beginning to rhythmically hump into you. "Please..." Jaemin mumbles again and you moan into his shirt, pleasure thrumming in your gut at the friction.

You can't help your hips from driving forward, meeting halfway and a long moan leaves him, mouth falling open with a shaky breath. His pace speeds up, now rutting into you with abandon, getting lost in the feeling, jolts of pleasure shooting up your bodies.

You bite his chest through his shirt and a choked whine strangles in his throat as he cums, body shivering against you as he thrusts again and again until he's spent. You exhale slowly, feeling pleasure simmering low in your gut.

His arm finally goes slack around you, leg retreating as he turns onto his back, eyebrows still furrowed. The tingling in your stomach lingers and you resist the urge to touch yourself when Jaemin begins to stir.

Blinking, you flinch back when he suddenly sits up and you giggle when his eyes fall to the space between his legs. "Are you kidding?" Jaemin sobs, cupping his face in shame when you laugh again, sitting up as well with a shit-eating grin on your face.

"Sweet dreams?" You tease and he shuts you up with a pillow and this time it hits you square on the face. Huffing, you throw it back, effectively hitting him when he slowly gets up.

"What's this?" Jaemin leans over, reaching for your phone and you quickly snatch it, tapping the end record button, the distinct sound not going unheard.

"Were you... recording?" Confusion distorts his face and you freeze, eyes wide until you figure this is the best time to use it.

You lay comfortably back down on your side, showing him your screen with a grin. "Curious?" He's about to retort but you hit play, silence enveloping the room for a moment.

Soft groans begin to stream through, Jaemin being unsure of what he's hearing. Your voice is clear when you ask him what's wrong and then you watch with gratifying smugness when sheer horror overtakes his features.

The groans come louder and he reaches over to try and turn it off. "Y/N, no!‌ Stop it!" And you hold it away from his reach with a pout.

"But we're just about to get to the good parts." He collapses on the bed when he loses his balance, curling into himself to stop the embarrassment from plaguing him. That is until he hears what he says next.

"Please, Y/N..."

His whimper through the phone burns something sweet and hot in your gut and you lick your lips, waiting for his reaction as you pause the audio. Jaemin is frozen for a second until he's slowly getting up and you feel yourself swallow, wondering if he could possibly be mad.

But the soft blush on his cheeks tell you otherwise, eyes downcast and you wonder if his heart is beating fast as suddenly as yours.

"Caught you." The words come out softly, almost a whisper as you feel some form of tension growing between you. "I guess you weren't dreaming of Hae-"

Your words are cut off by something smooth and unpracticed, moulding against your lips and you have half the mind to realise Jaemin is kissing you.

He's kissing you.

You drop your phone and it lands with a 'thud' on the carpeted floor, hands finding his back and tangling itself in his hair.

Jaemin groans but it's different from when he's asleep. It's deeper, like gravel and it sounds like hunger and appreciation all at once. You move your hips up, grinding against the wet patch of his boxers before you finally part for air.

Both of you are panting, Jaemin's eyes dilating in the moonlight as he stares at you with a mix of disbelief and awe. Though, it's quickly replaced with something darker. He leans in until his lips brush up against the sensitive surface of yours.

"I guess this means I don't have to hide it anymore." This kiss is slow and brief. "Did you know back then too?"

Your fingers run down from his hair to his cheek, Jaemin leaning into the touch, eyes fluttering half-closed. "Yes."

"Fuck." He buries his head into your neck and you laugh at how his cheeks grow hotter against you. "Why didn't you tell me?" He drags a surprised gasp from your lungs with a wet kiss against your neck, his bed-hair tickling your chin.

"We could have fucked much more sooner." Your eyes fall closed at his words, Jaemin now grinding down on you, sucking the junction of your neck until you're sure there'll be a bruise tomorrow.

Something coils in your stomach, heat blooming in your abdomen with each sure thrust, more precise than when he was blindly humping you amidst his dreams. His growing bulge feeling long and thick between your thighs, earning him delicate whimpers.

"Jaemin, fuck."‌ Your back arches off the bed, your pussy clenching at how good his cock feels through the thin material of your shorts and panties. Jaemin groans back at the sound of his name.

"Say my name again just like that, baby." You comply, moaning his name over and over again with each shallow thrust and he curses, leaning back to quickly discard of his underwear. You follow suit, slipping your bottom clothing off.

Jaemin rakes his eyes down your body, taking every inch of exposed skin in and you flush, suddenly aware of how naked you feel, the night cold prickling your skin.

"You look way better than in my dreams." He kisses you again, hand guiding his length through your folds, eliciting sweet whines from your lips. "Fuck, and so much wetter." Your nails dig into his shoulders as he slowly inches himself into you, the delicious stretch of his cock making you tremble. You hear Jaemin curse under his breath at how tight you are.

"We've wasted so much time. I'm going to show you what I've been dreaming about, angel."