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ix. jaemin x reader

Your hands find his unnatural pink hair, the strands coarse under your fingertips, roughly grasping them as you pull him closer, swallowing the groans he's offering you. Your hands roam down his chest, stepping forward and twisting until he's the one pressed against the wall.

You slide your leg up and he takes one step forward, letting you hook it around his waist, his hands finding your hips and pulling you closer. The bulge pressed against your hips is making it harder to think and you barely strangle a moan in your throat.

Your hand finally finds the hard curve of your boot, fingers closing around the familiar object and you slide it out, your own blade now pressed to his neck, leg dropping and pushing him back against the wall.

Always be prepared to defend yourself from your soulmate.

"Ah, ah, ah..." Is all he tuts in response and all it does is emphasise how deep his voice is (a little hoarse from making out), neck craning to the side. His mouth is open with swollen, bruised lips and the thought of kissing him again is making your lips ache.

You can't recall his name or if he told you but it must sound nice to pair with such a pretty face.

"No manners," He frowns in a way where he scrunches his lips up in mock disappointment. "Not even a goodbye fuck?" You scoff, the hand holding the knife expertly, keeps steady as your eyes glaze down his body and your soulmate bond is growing impatient. It curls in your stomach and beckons you into his arms, jumping at the idea of feeling all of him close... connected to you.

"Tempting." You pretend to take another moment to think, loving the attention he's laying on your every action, feeling his eyes unable to rip themselves away.

The knife begins to slide down past the edge of his shirt, the sound of tearing fabric following every move, all the way down his chest then slicing quickly down his stomach.

A sharp hiss cuts through the dark and hands shoot up to still you by your wrist and your hip, the grip borderline painful. His shirt shifts until it slides down his shoulders, a straight cut down the front of it now evident and it's stuck falling halfway down his arms.

You drop your own weapon like he hand and he let's go of you.

Both of you watch blood slowly bleed onto the surface of his firm stomach and you're surprised to see abs in place of the flat belly you thought his figure would have. "Ouch, doll. Where's my apology..." His words fainter at the end as you bend your knees to lower yourself in front of him.

A shaky moan leaves his throat when he feels your hot tongue flatten beside the long cut, licking up the grooves of him before you're slowly standing straight up again, kissing up his chest and teeth sinking hard into his shoulder.

"Fuck, baby." His voice his heavy and you feel yourself growing drunk on it, the high his voice sends straight to your head on a completely different level to the pleasure you've had from passing flings and one night stands - nothing ever really permanent knowing their not your fated.

But this...

"Chasing me across Korea..." Your lips mutter the words into his neck, right below his ear and his eyes fall closed feeling your fingers ghost near the dip of his body. "To kill the only person who wants nothing to do with you..." He's about to retort at that comment but your hand slips passed the front of his pants and your fingers are wrapping around his hardened erection, giving one smooth stroke up his length, prominently shutting him up with his own drawn-out moan.

"You've given me such a hard time, beloved." His sounds are a mix of a chuckle and soft groans, pulling you closer to him by the small of your back. Your eyes meet again and just by how hungry his eyes look for you makes you want to moan but you hold it in, feeling hazy with desire in this dingy alleyway.

"Then you shouldn't have run from me." He says simply and your thumb swipes over the tip of his cock, causing him to yell, hips jutting up and into your touch, head falling back. You stroke him again and again until constant groans leave him, hips rolling forward and into your grip.

"Lover, I love it more when you shut up." Lacking the strength to reply, he only screws his eyes shut, swallowing hard before his mouth falls open, hands latching onto your shoulders. You can tell he's getting close by the way his thrusts are getting faster and sloppier, moans growing louder and echoing into the silence. His cock swelling and pulsing in your hand as his legs begin to tremble.

"Fuck, I'm close, baby, fuck, I'm going to cum, shit, I'm going to–" Smirking at how pliant and noisy he's become, your hand stills around him and his eyes fly open when you suddenly slip it out of his pants.

You all but pull away from him entirely with a haughtiness he hates to see now.

You feel his half-lidded eyes watching you as you bend down to pick up your knife, slotting it back into its place and you take another moment to take in his dishevelled appearance.

He's breathing so hard you can hear the rough inhale and exhale from his lungs, mouth left open to greedily suck in breaths as the aftermath of you edging him is hitting and fading away. Shades of pink hair ruffled and tangled, shirt cut open and hanging off his frame, pants pulled down around the beginning of his thighs and face flushed under the starlit sky.

An absolute vision.

He steps forward.

"You're not planning to end it here, are you my little minx?" His voice is expectant and eager and wrecked, legs slightly shaky and you bask in the boost of ego that shoots through you.

You take a step back.

You take several and you wink at his disappointed face. "At least your na–"

"I'll catch you later, Jaemin." You finish, throwing his ID card at him that you slipped out of his back pocket. He catches it and he hums, a frown etched on his handsome features as he watches you disappear back into the night, falling back against the wall with a defeated moan.