#sub jaemin

sub!Jaemin x dom!Reader

warnings: a literal whole new meaning to phone sex, I have no idea what to put here holy shit

(don’t really like how this one turned out, but the loml specifically asked for this)

(update: I’m a fucking simp)

(c-c-c-c-chewing gum)

.

.

.

You were one kinky motherfucker. Always ready to try new things and Jaemin was always ready to indulge. Plus he was creative, which usually lead into interesting scenarios. This time, the interesting scenario being manhandled onto the bed while a continuously vibrating phone was pressed close to his clothed cock.

He should just shut up sometimes.

You were casually leaning against the pillows on your bed. His dark eyes watched every movement of yours carefully as you continued to send him the same message making his phone buzz. You were going at it for at least 10 minutes now, no sign of stopping as you were calmly tapping the screen, making direct eye contact with him. The vibrations were definitely not as strong as a vibrator and it made every passing minute torturous.

Jaemin was ready to cry and beg for you.

You smirked as you watched his facial expression change to a frown as he pressed his phone closer to his cock. His underwear was completely soaked at this point, his thighs trembled as he opened them wider.

“Can I move, please?”

His voice was meek and quiet, the previous confidence and ego filled smirk nowhere to be found. Which was endearing, really.

“Hm? I thought you told me you can finish just from the vibrations. No moving at all.”

His shoulders slumped as you suddenly stopped texting. You latched your hands around his ankles and pulled Jaemin closer to you. He fell back on the bed, his hair looked like a halo around his pretty face.

You traced your fingers around the outline of his cock. Jaemin mewled as your cold hand made contact with his overheated skin. His whole body was twitching as he released a whine and rolled his hips into your touch. His underwear was positively drenched by his precum, you could basically see his cock through the soaked white fabric.

You grabbed both of your phones and pressed his back to where it belongs. Jaemin whimpered, face flushed a deep shade of red as he held his legs open for you.

“What a good boy.”

You cooed as you dialed his phone this time. His voice hitched higher and higher as you moved his phone up and down his cock, eventually settling at his head, pressing down a little harder. You knew he wouldn’t last longer, not with you teasing his most sensitive spot.

And you were right.

Jaemin gasped out for air as he came, eyes squeezed shut, his cock was drooling, soiling the white fabric even more. He continued to roll his hips into your hands, even though the phone stopped ringing, driving himself to overstimulation.

He released a hiccup as you pulled your hand away. Sweeping his sweaty hair out of his face you smiled at him.

“Youmoved, baby. This is not what we agreed on.”

Seeing your sickeningly sweet smile, he gulped as he tried to move from under you.

Yes, Jaemin should just shut the fuck up the next time he has a wild idea.