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[okjeno]

the only man that matters tbh

[okjeno]

Lee Jeno everyone

[okjeno]

yall…. i can legit feel my coochie throbbing Rn. HES SO FINE STOP

[okjeno]

୨ৎ 🧴 ،، ࡙ @onjejeno ♬ ♡︩

[okjeno]

can i request a nasty and messy jaemin drabble where reader is so cock drunk on jaemin and jaemins sooo pussy drunk so they just fuck each other like animals and both r just shaking from overstim and then jaemin wanna pull out so bad but he just cant stop fucking himself inside reader and then reader just weakly say dont stop and ruts on jaemins cock too even if shes sensitive HEHDJDJSHHWHDDHJD

w!: rough sex, overstimulation, cum play/eating (i’m sorry but if you say pussy drunk!jaemin i take it literally), oral sex (f), minor praises

a/n: i'm sorry to you too for writing this later than usual but this concept is soo good (if i say jaemin and haechan certified best pussy eaters what do you say? you agree) i didn't want to rush it. i hope you'll like it!!

You and Jaemin can’t take your hands off each other. It’s like an addiction. Probably it can even be considered fucked up in strangers’ eyes, but neither of you two care. 

“Jaem, fuck,” you moan, eyes squeezed close, burning cheek pressed against the bedsheets as he keeps fucking into you. You lost count of how long you have been going on or how many times he made you come. But the almost unbearable temperature in the room and the sounds coming from between your legs are good indicators that you two have been going at it for hours. 

“I just want to eat you out,” Jaemin pleaded, big brown eyes fluttering at you. It started like this, lips latched on your wet core, sucking and licking as if he was feeding off of you. You truly believed he was pussy drunk, but you couldn’t blame him when you felt the same for him. You were hoping to get a taste of his cock, too, but Jaemin had no intention of giving it to you, not like that, at least. So, the second orgasm came with his fingers, pumping into you, getting you wetter and weaker. 

And now you are pressed under him, ass up and face down, as his hips thrust deep and hard into you, overstimulating you to the point that you can feel tears at the corner of your eyes. 

“Fuck, you feel so fucking good,” Jaemin groans, his nails sinking in your skin, as he drives his cock into you, pushing your body down on the mattress more. 

You can’t even talk anymore, only moan and let him do whatever he wants with you. 

“C-close,” you whimper, squeezing more tears out of your eyes, vision going white as the nth orgasm rippled out of you. 

“You feel too good,” he groans as he comes, staring in awe as his eyes are stuck where your bodies meet, seeing — other than just feeling — how your pussy clenches around his cock. “Can’t get enough of you. I — fuck — I can’t.” 

“Don’t stop,” you beg, opening your eyes and turning your head back to look at his wrecked face. He already fucked you in any possible position, so you don’t know how he has the strength for more. You don’t know how you have the strength for more. But you want more. You need it. “Please, keep — keep fucking me.”  

Another loud groan escapes his lips before he flips you over, making you face him, and his cock ease into your swollen, dripping hole again. 

You know he’s just as sensitive as you now, cock throbbing and his moans are higher and whinier, typical of when he’s pushing himself over the limit. And yours are not much different, low, whiny whimpers and cries, as your hips buck for more, not caring that you’re so sensitive your body starts shaking, and your hands keep his body close to yours. 

It is too much. 

But none of you can get enough. 

Too drunk and lost in each other to stop. 

“Fuck, fuck,” you moan when you feel close to the edge again and his thrusts get sloppier, his arms almost not supporting him anymore as he slowly leans closer to you, forehead falling against your shoulder as you come at the same time. 

You stay like this for a while, taking deep breaths to come down from the high with your hands wrapped around his shoulders and him kissing your neck. 

“Wait, I’ll clean you up,” he huffs when he pulls away from you.  

“Jaemin, what —” The words stop in your brain when his lips are once again on your pussy. You’re so sensitive that you can’t help but whimper and cry because it’s too much, but it also feels too good and you don’t even know what you want. 

But he doesn’t stop, he keeps licking you clean, humming against your skin as if he’s getting served Gods’ food. And you should hate how dirty it is, but you don’t, you don’t mind the lewd sounds he’s making, slurping loudly and sucking harshly, you don’t mind his moans, you don’t even mind that you can barely take the last orgasm when it hits harder than the ones before. 

“Good girl,” Jaemin praises, trailing your skin and reaching your lips. “Shh, shh, it’s fine,” he reassures you, caressing your shaking body as he kisses your lips again. “You did so well, baby.” 

You hum before all the emotions take over you, and you fall asleep in his hold. 

Knowing that once you woke up, you two would’ve started again. 

[okjeno]

JAEHYUN for Elle Korea (August 2022)

[okjeno]

› ★ 𝗶𝗺 𝗮 𝗺𝗲𝘀𝘀 𝗳𝗼𝗿 𝘆𝗼𝘂𝗿 𝗹𝗼𝘃𝗲, 𝗶𝘁 𝗮𝗶𝗻𝘁 𝗻𝗲𝘄

[okjeno]

[12:32]

"and then i told her, like yeah, i know you may not have meant for me to hear what you said about me, but word spreads, and it still got to me eventually," you ramble on, heaving a dramatic sigh to take a pause. you look up at jeno, to check if he's still listening. you expect to be greeted with a heavy-lidded, probably already half asleep jeno, but instead, he's just staring at you straight in the eyes.

you avert your gaze immediately, hoping that the heat that's rushing to your face hasn't made your shyness obvious to the boy in front of you. clearing your throat, you continue with your rant.

"it's just so frustrating, you know?" you lower your head as you begin twisting the top off the tube of body lotion. "i knew she had something against me all along, but i always tried to keep things neutral. we're all just trying to graduate here," you sigh again, squeezing a blob of lotion onto your palm.

"and i'm like, dude, stop going around saying these things, it's only going to give people more reasons to dislike you."

you pull your right knee towards your chest, giving your crusty leg some hydration. in motion with your posture, your hair falls forward, gathering at the sides of your face, and the loose shirt you have on tickles at the surface of your right thigh. you try to ignore the annoyance you feel at your irritating, dancing hair, but your hands are filled with moisturiser, so there's no way you can get your hair out of your face without getting it all oily.

"at this point, i think she's just dying for attention. it doesn't even matter if it's negative attention, all she wants is for everyone in the roo-"

you stop mid-sentence, taking in a sharp breath. your body reacts with a series of rapid blinks of the eye, your shoulders tensing up, your hands pausing mid-moisturise.

the world just pauses for an entire moment.

jeno, who has been listening attentively to your (probably) 30-minute long rant, has reached a hand out. he takes a lock of your hair, gently tucking it neatly behind your ear. as though he doesn't even notice how you've stopped talking, he reaches his other hand out, tucking another lock of hair behind your other ear, effectively getting all your hair out of your face.

"what?" he finally says, realising how you're just staring at him wordlessly now.

you try to say something, but you can't seem to get your mouth muscles working again.

he tilts his head to the side nonchalantly, "you don't like it when your hair gets in the way," he states, as though him remembering that little detail about you doesn't almost make your heart combust.

and if that wasn't enough, he had to add an extra tablespoon of sweetness as he shows just how intently he was listening to your rant by urging, "so all she wants is the attention of everyone in the room, right? so have you decided how you're going to deal with her?"

you finally tear your eyes away from him, swallowing hard. "i'm going to wash this off first," you mumble, almost tripping over your own foot as you fumble out of the room.

[okjeno]

[21:25]

you shift your weight between your feet, hands clasped together awkwardly as you wait for jeno to get off the call that had rudely interrupted your conversation. from the creasing of his forehead, you can only guess it must be pretty serious.

he finally hangs up, making his way back to you.

"it's chenle," he immediately says, shoving his phone into his back pocket. he grabs his stuff in haste, continuing with, "don't ask me how, but his t-shirt is clogging up the toilet," coupled with a small exasperated sigh, and a very discrete roll of the eyes. "i'm sorry," he says, frowning and contorting his features to form his puppy dog expression.

you smile, nodding your head in understanding.

"it's fine," you assure, shouldering your bag. "go," you tell him, shooing him away with your hand gestures. he gives you one last look, before turning to take his leave. you watch as he pulls out of his phone again, tapping away with his thumbs.

you're just about to leave too, but you stop when you see jeno turn back around. he looks at you, and you swear you see him whisper something to himself, before he seemingly musters up the courage to walk back towards you.

you raise your brows, giving him a questioning look.

"i forgot something," he almost-mumbles, eyes shifting anywhere else except meeting yours. before you're even able to question him, in one swift motion, he grabs your wrist, leaning his head in and pressing your lips together in a soft and quick peck.

you freeze, lips parting slightly when he pulls away, your heart beat speeding up to a million beats per minute, and you swear you might have to learn how to breathe again if your body doesn't start functioning properly any minute now.

your first kiss.

did it actually just happen?

jeno finally forces himself to look you in the eyes, and you can tell he feels the flutters too, with the way the pink is blooming so apparently in his cheeks.

"um," he manages when you don't say anything. realising he still has your wrist in his grip, he lets go awkwardly, officially-mumbling, "okay, well, bye."

he takes a step forward in the opposite direction, and on instinct, you quickly reach out to pinch the sleeve of his shirt. he looks down at your fingers, not turning around fully in fear that his feelings will be written all over his face. he doesn't realise that you've already read him like a book.

"chenle can wait," you say, pulling him in for a proper kiss this time.

[okjeno]

the way i screamed

ldh. 12:39am

pairing: haechan x fem!reader

genre: borderline smut, fluff? i think ?, established relationship

warnings: mentions of alcohol. again, borderline smut minors pls go to the top right corner and hit that exit button👍🏻; smut warnings: petnames (princess), dacryphilia mention, dom!haechan, begging. no smut actually happens though i-

a/n: casually dressed haechan makes me casually a wh— also this is as close to smut as i’ve ever got pls be kind to me (still not edited though oop) and again, inspired by ‘fill it up’

♡‧₊˚ ↴

haechan had no right to look that good. light brown cargo pants and a too-big 127 shirt could never look that good on anyone else.

it was the way he sat with his legs spread on the couch across the table from you. the way he leaned back on the armrest and looked down at you from your place on the floor. a cushion was placed under you for comfort, but honestly you’d rather have used the pink haired boy as a cushion.

the watch on his wrist had an effect on you too. all clunky; making the delicacy of his hands and fingers stand out.

he wasn’t saying much, but everything he did say was like honey. if the other 8 boys hadn’t been there you would have jumped his bones long ago.

“haechan,” taeil called, “are you gonna drink?”

“uhh i’ll have some soju, yeah,” he responded.

“joining the competition?” taeyong asked, raising his eyebrows teasingly.

haechan made a sound as if to say ‘of course’ but he looked over at you. your eyes were dark and not only from the low lighting of the room. he knew that look and if he drank he knew he’d never get to see what caused it. drunk haechan was sleepy haechan.

“i’m good actually,” he said, looking back to taeyong, “i have schedules tomorrow.”

“scared?” taeyong quipped, making the whole group, including you, burst out laughing.

haechan laughed along and didn’t say anything back to taeyong, letting the moment slide passed. he knew he could out drink everyone there. except maybe johnny. so he didn’t feel the need to defend himself.

as everyone began to sag into their tipsiness, you got up got a soda from the fridge behind the group. both to keep your hands busy and to have an excuse to go sit near (or on) your boyfriend. yuta was half asleep, his body slung back on the couch so it wasn’t awkward when you sat in haechan’s lap despite their close proximity on the sofa.

haechan’s arm slid around your waist and his face found its way into your neck.

“are you sleepy?” he asked lowly, still gently rubbing your skin with the tip of his nose and his plump lips.

“mm-mm,” you hummed in the negative.

over the next half hour each of the others went off to sleep. first mark, then taeyong once he’d got over his talkative drunk phase. the others followed suit soon after, leaving yuta on the sofa. it was impossible to wake him up and move him when he was out like that.

“come, baby,” haechan whispered to you, patting your side to get you to stand up.

the two of you migrated to your room in the house. your skin began to tingle as haechan closed and then locked the door to the room.

he walked over to sit on the bed and pulled you to stand between his legs. you went further than he had intended, though, and crawled into his lap, straddling him.

“what got you so worked up, huh?” he asked, looking into your eyes. they were still as dark as before, likely moreso.

“what do you mean?” you feigned innocence, knowing it got him riled up in the perfect way.

“you know,” he pulled your torso closer to his, “you were staring at me, my hands, my legs, my lips…”

“i’m not allowed to look at you?” you moved your hands from their position on his biceps and placed your arms around his neck.

“not like that,” haechan leaned in, placing his lips on yours roughly. the kiss contrasted with the way you’d both been going about this. it was hot, heavy, sloppy. not smooth and cautious as your flirting and hinting had been.

he pulled your hips directly onto his making you grind yourself on him. you hummed into his mouth at finally getting some friction after so long.

the two of you made out for a while, letting the tension rise more and more with each action. he pushed his hands up and down your thighs, squeezing every once in a while. you pushed your hands under his shirt, feeling his stomach and gliding your hands up to his shoulders, pulling his shirt up in the process.

“take it off please,” you whined between kisses.

“i’d be able to if you stopped kissing me,” he shot back, smiling into your mouth before pulling away and pulling his shirt off.

“these too,” you stuck two of your fingers past the waistband of his pants and pulled lightly.

haechan pulled you closer again, into another kiss. you nearly forgot your request as he moved his kisses down to your jawline, then your neck. all while his hands heightened the buzzing need in your body by rubbing your sides through your clothes.

“i wanna taste you first, princess.”

you whined, “i’m wet enough already. please, hyuckie.”

“exactly, baby. that’s why i wanna taste.”

before the words could properly sink into your lust dulled mind, you were on your back. haechan pulled your jeans and underwear off your legs and began kissing your thighs.

“please hyuckie,” you said again, whining getting louder, “do something.”

“ask one more time,” he said cockily, pausing all ministrations to listen to your request.

“please, hyuck. make me feel good.”

“one more,” a smirk grew on his face.

“please!” you were sure you could be heard on the other side of the door. “i’ll cry if you don’t do something.”

haechan’s smirk grew wider.

“and you’ll cry if i do.”

♡‧₊˚

[okjeno]

[13:06]

you groan as jeno forces his way into the practically non-existent spot next to you, under the play structure that you've already been hogging as your hiding place.

"get your own hiding place you freak," you spit, giving him a fake-annoyed shove of the elbow, followed by an over exaggerated roll of the eyes for emphasis. he scoffs, hugging his knees to his chest, mirroring your body language, closing the door that has concealed you so well. "this'll be the last place jaemin looks because he's too lazy to actually put in some effort in this game," he comments, using his fingers to brush his fringe away from curtaining his eyes.

"i hate to agree with you, but my legs are numb already," you say, looking down at your almost colourless kneecaps. you've been in this position for what you swear to be 30 whole minutes (you do have an extreme problem with exaggerating), and you would've switched your hiding position if you could still feel your legs like, 20 minutes ago.

"here," jeno leans his back against the wall, opening up some space between the upper half of his body and his thighs. he reaches over, placing your arms to the sides of your body. "what the hell are you doing?" you question, furrowing your brows as he grabs both your ankles, pulling them over his body. he rests your legs in the small resting spot he has turned his stomach into.

although you're not able to stretch your legs out fully, you can feel the blood pumping into your legs again already. although, you're too distracted by the accelerated pumping of another part of your body to notice, one that you've been finding harder and harder to control whenever you're around jeno.

but, it's in your dynamic with the boy to be curt and snarky.

"foot fetish much?" you say, a little too weakly, because you're aware of how lame this hit is. refusing to give him a chance to call you out on it, you quickly divert the topic, "at this point, i think jaemin's doing it on purpose."

"doing what?" he asks, turning to look at you, his hands respectfully at the sides of his body, though you very much wish they'd be resting on your shins or something.

"acting like he's actually seeking for us when he's probably just overdosing on coffee somewhere," you reply, averting your gaze to the lint on your shirt, because you know you'd be staring at his face for too long otherwise, and it'd make things obvious.

"or maybe we all just tricked you into thinking we're playing hide and seek just so i can get this alone time with you," jeno says, causing you to immediately look up at him again. "and why would you do that?" you manage out, a little too meek for your liking.

you notice how he's picking at the non-existent dirt on his socks.

"i don't know, y/n," he lilts, "why would i come see you every weekend? why would i deliver porridge when you're sick? why would i leave the house early every thursday just so i can catch a glimpse of you at the bus stop? why would i carry around a jacket all the time when i never use it, and it always ends up draped over your shoulders? why?" he puts a finger to his chin, tapping gently, "why?" he repeats.

you shift your gaze down to your fingers, picking at the dead skin gathering at the sides of your nails. to be honest, you never knew. yes, he did all these sweet things for you, but he always dumped cups of sarcasm and banter in between, which now that you're actually seriously thinking about, you realised you've been focusing on too much just because you were trying to conceal your feelings for him. maybe he was doing the same, too.

and because you know no other reaction that's appropriate for this situation, you try to retract your legs, with, "i think i'm going to go look for jaemin."

jeno grabs your legs in place, constraining you.

"i like you."

three words. just three simple words, but they give you the same amount of adrenaline, and the same feeling of excitement in your heart a bungee jump or a rollercoaster ride would give you.

the three words that you weren't exactly waiting for, and you didn't think you needed.

but the same three words that have just thrown a blanket of reassurance, causing the warm and fuzzy feeling you've only heard about, to spread in your body.

"that's great," you say, the only thing that your mouth muscles are willing to form.

"just tell him you like him already so that we can go get food!" chenle shouts from outside.

you feel the heat rushing to your cheeks.

"what he said," you mumble, scrambling out of the confined space before jeno's able to say anything more.

[okjeno]

[ 𝟎𝟏:𝟎𝟎 𝐏𝐌 ] 𝐥𝐞𝐞 𝐣𝐞𝐧𝐨, 𝐌𝐃𝐍𝐈

jeno didn't mean to hit send.

he doesn't really know what he was thinking or planning to do, but he definitely did not mean to send it to you.

and as he now looks at the tiny little word right underneath his unintentionally sent voicemail, he has absolutely no idea what to do.

all he wanted was to look at those cute selfies you had sent him a few weeks prior, the ones he had saved in the chat to look at when he felt like it. but the longer he looked at them, the prettier you became and the more blood found its way right into his cock.

there was just something so...good about your innocent little selfies. your cute smile and your pretty eyes, your nose and those little details in your features which never fail to have his head spinning like crazy.

jeno absolutely hates how his body basically turns every sweet and innocent one of his thoughts into images of him doing unspeakable things to you — basically driving him crazy.

and yet...he always wonders, if those reactions are so bad, then why does it always feel so good when he fucks his fist to the thought of them? why does he always cum so hard and fast whenever he's staring at those sweet little selfies of yours?

he's had the biggest crush on your for so long and everything was going well, not to the point where he felt ready to ask you out yet, especially knowing about your quite recent break up, but the two of you were going somewhere.

which is why jeno is trying his very best not to throw his phone against the wall the longer he thinks about the voicemail you were currently listening to.

a voicemail of hos moans and whimpers, grunts and soft growls, the lewd sound of his desperate strokes and the shaking breaths right before he came with nothing but your name falling past his lips.

a voiemal you just weren't supposed to hear.

and just when he's about to just turn his phone off and act like it never happened, he watches the way you shamelessly save said forbidden voicemail in the chat, only to send him one back with something he would have never expect.

the sound of your cute moans as you cum for and because of him and him only.

[okjeno]

can u explain the itaewon cock destroyers please

they went out during covid restrictions and knetz were dragging them 😭 they released handwritten apologies and everything

[okjeno]

shut it down.

[okjeno]

[okjeno]

the visual

[okjeno]

soft dom jeno it’s just so :(( i want him to praise me and tell me how good i am just for him

soft dom jeno is gentle yet firm, degrading and praising you in the same sentence, same breath ffs, and smiling down at you when you nuzzle up to him, eyes shiny with pleasurable tears.