warnings: noncon
wc. 1053
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jeno wasnât expecting to see you, but when he saw you, standing at his front doorstep in that tiny miniskirt that left little to the imagination, it felt like christmas had come prematurely.
âno offense,â jeno said, glancing down at you with your hands locked timidly behind your back as he chatted with you in his kitchen for the past few minutes. âbut this couldnât have been a text message?â
your eyes widened a little, nervous. he knew it was the wrong thing to ask. not only was he well aware that he made you nervous, you were so fucking sensitive. you were twiddling with your fingers behind your frame. âoh, um, i just thought it would be nicer to thank you in person. i can leave, if you want.â
jeno resisted a snicker. this was a typical response. it was brutal, he knew, to have fun toying with your reactions, but he couldnât help but find it cute how easy it was to hurt your feelings and yet you continued to be so meek.
as an early christmas present, jeno had gifted you with a necklace a couple of days ago as a thanks for helping him with his finals. it was clinging to your neck now, silver stones twinkling under his kitchen lights. you hadnât been home when he came to drop it off, him having handed it off to your stepbrother to give to you, so you never got the chance to express your gratitude.
ânah, i want you to stay,â jeno said, coming a foot closer.Â
âoh, uh,â you stammered. âokay.â
god, you were everything. when he was there, it was practically impossible for you to keep yourself together. in spite of all these long years of knowing each other, of jeno being at your older stepbrotherâs side and coming over to your house so often your parents entrusted him with a spare key, he thought you wouldâve been a little more comfortable.
but you werenât. you liked jeno, that was obvious enough, but not in the way other girls did. to them, he was irresistible, a deity whose bones they were desperate to jump and worshiped. and to jeno, it was better that way. how typical of him to want the one girl that wasnât interested in knowing what he looked like with his pants off.
sometimes he still liked to hope that you did, that all your shifting and fidgeting as you sat at upstairs at your bedroom desk together, alone, swallowing the lump in your throat when you noticed how heavily his eyes were trained on you, was because of some newfound attraction you held, but he knew better.Â
it was something else. fear, maybe. though jeno couldnât imagine why, because he hadnât given you a reason to fear him yet. regardless of what it was that had you so uneasy around him, jeno liked it a little more than he thought he would. he liked your nerves, your wariness.Â
of course, you noticed him gradually approaching you, your heartbeat quickening with every step he took. it always did that when jeno got too close, for no apparent reason. your stepbrother liked to tease you, joking that you were head over heels for his best friend, but you knew that that couldnât be further from the truth.
jeno was handsome and he was kind, and funny, and everything in between, but he was also scary as all hell. you couldnât really explain why, you never could. even when you were little, though jeno had never been anything but a sweetheart to you, when you knew he was coming over, you lingered in your room the whole time and only came out to eat.
at least now you could handle being alone with him, but like all those years ago, there was something about his aura, his spirit, that was asphyxiating.
and then he started to be attracted to you, which couldnât have been any creepier.Â
you took a step back when you noticed jenoâs hands inch dangerously close to your hips. clearing your throat, you suggested, âmaybe i should go.â
jeno snickered, as if that was funny to him. âyouâre not going anywhere. you know that, though.â
thatâs the moment when jeno learned something else about you: for a girl as shy as you were, you sure as hell could put up a fight.Â
not too good of one, but it wasnât your fault that jeno was stronger than youâd ever be. it wasnât your fault that when he brought his palm squarely to your throat, squeezing just enough to threaten the integrity of your windpipe, you froze like a deer in headlights. it wasnât your fault that he threw you to the floor and tore your panties from under your tiny skirt, threatening to crush every bone in your body if you made a noise.
it occured to you then that you had every right to be terrified, that the bad energy you sensed from his mere presence wasnât a figment of your imagination, but your subconscious warning you of the threat it had always recognized him for.
you wanted to yelp when you heard his belt unbuckling, and you wanted to scream when he threw your legs open, but it snatched the sound right of the back of your throat when he pushed himself inside. you had no noise, only endless tears, making the ceiling fan blur as you stared at it.Â
you looked away. you didnât want to remember this happening, but the force of his thrusts alone told you that your body would, his hips jack-hammering your core and his fingertips tightening and loosening around your neck, taunting you.
âfuck, youâre just as i imagined,â jeno groaned, wanting to be buried as deeply inside of you as he could, and it felt like he was already there.
âjeno, please, stop. please, it hurts,â you whimpered, eyes pleading for mercy, for remorse. âiâll tell jaemin!â
âtell him,â jeno said, chuckling. his breath was heavy and thick, all you could hear in his voice. his eyes fell from your trembling lips to your rolled up shirt, your perfect breasts exposed to his bare eyes. you felt so hot and so cold at the same time. âtell him everything. iâll give you a story, alright?â
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pairing â enemy!jeno x (f) reader
genre .. warnings â smut, noncon, enemies au, unprotected sex, choking, smacking, degradation
summary â ever since the two of you could walk, you and lee jeno have had it out for each other. you think that there's a chance he's finally matured and gotten over his inexplicable loathing for you, but when you encounter him after a football game, you finally learn the truth about why jeno doesn't like you.
wc â 4.1k
a/n â part 4/5 of the college-capades series!
donât like it, donât read.
just like any other friday night, you were prepared to go home, take a hot shower, and wind down with a video essay while munching on whatever snack you were currently fixated on.
guess what didnât happen.Â
bitch, we should really go watch that football game tonight, your best friend said. itâll be fun, she said.
though you desperately wanted to change out of the jeans that had grown uncomfortable after twelve hours of sporting them, your best friend, persuasive as ever, manipulated your sympathy with claims of all her other friends being busy and the most shiny, pleading eyes.
ultimately, you somehow agreed. your stubborn walls were broken when your best friend wanted something. you told her you would meet her there and hopped in your car, heaving a breath. curse you for being nice. to some people, anyways. sometimes you wished you hated her.
football games were just the last thing on your mind. three years of being a student at this university and youâd never come to a single game. it just wasnât something you were interested in, especially when the star player was no other than lee jeno, your lifelong enemy.
the disdain you felt for jeno was inexplicable. ever since the sandbox, you just never got along. your familyâs never understood the mutual reproach you had for each other and after a couple of dangerously unsuccessful attempts at a reconciliation throughout the years that almost ended with one or both of you in the hospital, they just accepted that you two didnât like each other.
over the years though, it started to feel more and more one-sided. jeno didnât go out of his way to get on your nerves anymore. but it makes sense, you thought. weâre grown. itâs a good thing heâs kind of mature. you didnât disturb him either, rather going out of your way to avoid him whenever you could.
so tonight was just one big slap in the face. almost like it was the universeâs way of telling you to go fuck yourself.
and afterwards, you were positive that you would never be seen at one of these events ever again. sure, your campus football team was everything to brag about if you were a hardcore sports fan that gave a damn, but it was definitely not worth the girls loud cheers that irked your ears when jeno scored the winning touchdown. it was not worth the hollering when his team hoisted him into the air in celebration. that, or you just did not like to see jeno happy at times when you felt borderline miserable.
so three hours later, plus the time it took for you and your friend to do some mandatory socializing with familiar faces, you bid her goodbye and tried to locate your car. given that you were definitely not the first to show up and your school was pretty popular, you didnât find an available park in the lot.
âhey, wait up,â came a way too familiar voice from behind you.Â
you barely turned your head, not really having to, but your brows furrowed. why on godâs green earth was lee jeno following you? and in a change of clothes too. jesus christ, iâve been here way too long.
ânot happening,â you hissed irritably. you just wanted to go home.Â
âfine, iâll just follow you then.â
you ignored him, not thinking he would genuinely follow you but when you still heard footsteps when you planted your feet in front of your car, you realized youâd definitely underestimated jenoâs weirdness.Â
still not turning around, you searched your purse for your keys and asked, âyou do realize how creepy this is, right?â
jeno shrugged, not that you could see. âwell, your idea of a good idea is walking alone in the middle of the night. anybody far more creepy than me could take advantage of an off-guard woman digging around in her purse.â
you scoffed, âi was only digging for a second.â
âthatâs all it takes.â
not wanting to admit that he was right, you spun on your heels and snapped, âwhat do you really want, jeno?â
jeno grinned. âto talk.â
âto talk?â
âyeah,â jeno said, stuffing his hands into his pockets. âi mean, first, i couldnât let you walk by yourself. just in case somebody got to you.â somebody other than me.
you droned, âoh, wow. i guess i should be so grateful a big, strong guy like lee jeno followed me to my car. should i say âthanks?ââ
âit wouldnât hurt.â
âgo fuck yourself,â you retorted.
jeno threw his hands up in defense. âlike i said, i just wanted to talk.â
you rolled your eyes. god, you couldnât believe you were entertaining this guyâs bullshit when you could be on the way home already. even better, you could run him over with your car. âjeno, i donât like you. we have nothing to discuss.â
ignoring your balking, jeno continued, âi couldnât help but notice your resting bitch face while watching the game.â
your voice was dripping with the bitter taste of irony, âwow, a stadium full of girls and you noticed me? i could almost faint.â
jeno snickered. âyouâre funny.â
something is definitely up, you couldnât help but assume. this was the longest conversation youâd had with jeno in⊠ever.
jeno crept closer, asking, âdid you like the game?â
âmy resting bitch face doesnât speak volumes?â
âoh, it certainly does,â jeno said with a chuckle. âbut i wanted to hear it from your mouth.â
you leaned against your car, folding your arms. âif you want approval so badly, go find one of your screaming fangirls that are just dying to meet you. iâm sure youâd get tons of attention. maybe even a blowjob or two.â
jeno cocked a brow, but that sly fucking grin never vanished from his lips. pretty as they were. âjealous much?â
you looked like you wanted to gag and dry-heave all over the place. âoh, honey, please. i just think itâs⊠dramatic. bleeding my ears out because lee jeno sweated a ton and got his pants dirty - woo hoo! what will he do next?â
âsports are an art form. you wouldnât get itâŠâ
you cut him off with a wince, âoh, god. you sound exactly like the type of guy i do not want to piss off at a bar.â
jeno took that in stride, changing the topic, âdo you have any plans for tonight?â
you spat, âwhy do you care?â
jeno shrugged his shoulders, almost like he was absolutely clueless. âjust curious.âÂ
âeven if i do,â you started, exasperated. you had plans with your bed, if the sleepy haze in your eyes said nothing. âthatâs none of your business because i hate you and you hate me. remember?â
âyou hate me,â jeno corrected, stepping so close he was now directly in front of you. âi let that go in high school.â
you were quick to retort, âright, after you found out what a vagina was.â
jeno finally started to break, nearly closing the gap between your bodies. âyouâre so mouthy, you know that?â
you swallowed, damping your throat. he towered over you a little. never in a million years did you want to show jeno any fear, though you werenât certain of what was going on. âjeno, what are you doing?â
jeno ignored you. again. âholding onto resentment from when we were fucking kids just because you want to be a stubborn little bitch. do you even know why you hate me?â
you blinked. you were beyond confused.
âi heard you fucked mark. and jaemin. oh, and haechan,â jeno snarled, extending a hand down to your ass. âall on the football team.â
âthatâs none of your goddamn business,â you hissed, trying to pry his hand away from you.
jeno snickered. that was bizarre the most hilarious thing youâd said tonight. âbabe, itâs the football team. itâs everybodyâs goddamn business. word gets passed around quick through us. clearly, so do you.â
you recoiled, affronted. though you tried to wrestle from jenoâs arms, he was infinitely stronger than you, and that seemed to please him because he wasnât finished.
âdo you plan on sleeping with the entire team - is that it?â jeno pressed. âjohnnyâs gonna make it big one day. are you going to get him to get you pregnant? live off an nfl playerâs child support checks?â
you shoved at his chest, but he wouldnât budge. âare you actually this mad that i donât want to sleep with you?â
âget in the car,â jeno hissed.Â
you couldnât believe what you were hearing. âwhat?â
irritated, jeno opened your car door and forced you into the backseat none too gently. you whimpered in pain, having hit your head on the roof, and jeno clambered in the back with you, shutting the door behind himself. you didnât even get the chance to sit back up before he unceremoniously threw your purse somewhere in the front.
now, you were officially beginning to panic. you never thought he would go this far. fear seeped into your bloodstream as your self-preservation instincts kicked in, and you swung your legs, successfully kicking jeno in the groin.
you tried to open the door on your end while he grimaced in pain, but you were too slow, jeno dragging you back towards him by your legs and holding tightly onto them. he went to unbutton them, grumbling, âgod, i canât fucking stand you.â
âjeno, stop. i said stop!â you exclaimed, eyes widening. âiâll tell your parents!â
âdonât tell me you really think my parents will believe you over me,â jeno scoffed at how ridiculous that statement sounded, just before mocking, âi hate you and you hate me. remember?â
âthen, iâll tell mine,â you snapped.Â
âso like you to run and tattle to mommy and daddy,â he sighed, now reaching for your panties. âall that will do is start a family vendetta. now, is that really what you want, babe?â
you frowned. it was like he planned this.Â
jeno wholeheartedly intended to show you who was the boss, barking, âanswer me, bitch.â
âfuck you.â
obviously, jeno didnât like that, grabbing your keys and smacking you across the nose with them. you groaned, wincing your eyes closed.
âi said, answer me,â jeno growled.Â
you stood your ground. âand i said âfuck you.ââ
he slapped your keys against your nose again. your hands flew to your face, a hiss slipping out of your mouth when you touched your nose. though it felt broken, you knew that it was most likely just bruised. you fought the oncoming threat of tears, never letting them reveal themself as anything more than a shimmer in your eyes.
âyou might want to reconsider. or else youâll probably have to ask daddy to buy you a new nose,â jeno warned. ânow, like i said, is that what you want?â
you shook your head.Â
âwith your mouth. iâm not afraid to bruise that lip, either.â
âno,â you cried out, fire in your tone.
jeno smirked. âthere you go. was that so hard, babe?â
âyes,â you muttered.Â
jeno laughed, tickled. almost like something was funny. your panties were now thrown aside and you sucked in vicious breath when his finger landed on your pussy, trying to remain strong. you knew that he wanted to see you fall apart. that was just something he always wanted.
but this was something more than that. it was darker than pushing you to the dirt at a playground or bumping into you too harshly in a hallway. this was brutal tenfold.
âi would never tell them anything,â jeno said, referring to his team, you assumed. he pushed his fingers up your cunt, much to your dismay. ânobody deserves to know. youâre all for me. just for me.â
knowing that his teammates obviously kissed and told made it harder for you to resist the tears you desperately wanted to let fall, because you felt so violated in so many different ways, but you didnât succumb to the sting. you could take it. you would have to.
âiâm not yours. i never, ever, will be yours,â you said with an alarming amount of vitriol.
jeno pinched the inside of your thigh, making you jolt. âyes, you are. i fucking own you right now. youâre going to do whatever i want. my fucking toy.â
before you could even get any spiteful words out of your mouth, jeno slipped a hand up your shirt and pinched his fingers around your nipples, making you holler a sharp cry. you didnât understand why he was acting so mean all of the sudden, though you guessed heâd just gotten better at repressing his reproach for you and stifling the need to inflict torment on you.
never in your life had you ever felt so helpless before. jeno was trying to break your resolve and you couldnât let him, but with every blow to your willpower, he was getting closer and closer to winning. for a second, it occurred to you that that was all this ever was, and all he ever cared about. being able to say that you lost and he won.
and he really had you convinced for a second that maybe he wasnât so terrible of a guy anymore.
jeno tugged at his pants and you started to fret, trying to crawl away, but to no avail. you should have never came here. you should have stood your ground and went home like you wanted, because you didnât want this.
âcalm down. youâve had dick in you before,â jeno chided, removing his underwear next.
this was the first time in your life youâd ever been truly scared of jeno. any other day, no matter the situation, youâd faced him bravely. but this was beyond your expertise. âjeno, please. please donât do this. iâm begging you!â
jeno snorted in amusement. he almost couldnât believe that you were begging him for mercy. you, of all people. he knew there was more vulnerability where that came from and he was hell-bent on breaking it out of you.Â
the tears were finally trickling down, hot and thick as they dampened your cheeks. âplease,â you whimpered, hating how desperate you sounded. âif you let me go, i wonât tell anyone, i promise.â
âthatâs cute,â jeno chirped. ânot really tempting, but cute.â
you slumped in defeat. there was no getting to him. he was dead-set on sweet revenge for whatever perceived wrongdoings of yours that had wounded his poor, fragile ego.
all jeno could think about was how hard he was, watching your bottom lip tremble and your figure paralyze with fear. heâd seen you cry a few times in his lifetime, mainly because of him and when you were younger, but this was the first time heâd seen genuine fear glimmer in those eyes of yours. and he was addicted to it already. you always tried to convince the universe that you were tougher than you really were, and heâd always been determined to uncover the weak, fragile girl you truly were. to show you that he was infinitely stronger than you.
it happened in a blink. jeno pounced on you, lining his dick up at your cunt, whispering in your ear that he was going to fucking destroy you. you sobbed harder when he finally pushed inside, deep. the burn of the stretch was agonizing and you were inclined to scream, but you in no way wanted to give jeno that pleasure.
âfuck. you shouldâve never been such a goddamn cunt,â jeno hissed, sinking his fingers into your hips, fueled by the noises of anguish that parted your lips. ânow iâve gotta put you in your place.â
âasshole,â you said through gritted teeth.Â
jeno grabbed your hair roughly, swallowing the little whine that escaped you, and stared into your glistening eyes. he could see the hatred smoldering in them, but most importantly of all, he could see how weak he thought you were and thought it was nothing short of pathetic. âbaby, you donât even know how pitiful you look. iâd shut my mouth if i were you.â
you didnât want to know. you could feel your mascara running down your face, already realizing that your makeup was ruined, but that was the last thing on your mind when jeno was forcing himself into you.
your pussy was so warm and tight around his cock, he couldnât help but want to shove himself deeper and deeper. the fact that he was a making a mess out of you only turned him on even more, he wanted to engrave the image into his memory indefinitely, and he considered taking pictures just to save it but that wouldâve been too incriminating.
he thought many despicable things about you, but you werenât worth his future. matter of fact, you werenât worth anything to jeno. not a dime or a spare nickel and the way he fucked you said that loud and clear.
jeno ranted, âthis is all your fault, you know. youâre just so damn delicate and breakable.â
âyou will never break me,â you barked, though your voice was weighed down by your grief.
jeno burst into laughter and the sound was physically sickening. âhate to break it to you, babe, but i already have.â
you couldnât bare to look into his eyes anymore, casting your gaze anywhere else.Â
âwasnât that hard,â jeno continued nonchalantly. âshouldâve done it sooner. i mean, you might have got away if you werenât such a mouthy little slut that needs to have the last word all the time. hiding your weakness under all those - fuck - witty remarks, but iâve always seen who you really are. fragile.â
you shook your head. his words were ripping you open and you hated it with every fiber of your being. you didnât want to cave. âno, iâm not!â
âyes, you are,â he snapped. âyouâre a fragile little whore that talks a big game but canât take what she deserves. admit it.â
âno,â you exclaimed.
jeno wrapped a hand around your throat, firm and strong and everything in between, and your eyes went wide when he impaired your ability to exhale. your hands went to his, trying to pry him off of your throat, but you would never be stronger than him. never be strong enough to fight back. âadmit it, if you want to breathe.â
the room started to reel. maybe it was all the hits youâd taken, all of his aggression that youâd accidentally elicited, that made it even more unbearable than the lack of oxygen causing the lightheadness, but there was a fleeting second where you couldnât feel, where it felt unreal and dream-like, and you detached yourself from the moment so jarringly that the pain dissipated. and then that second was over, and reality seemed to hit you tenfold.
his hands felt tighter around your throat. his body felt weightier on top of yours. his breath was louder than it seemed before, and the flickering heat of loathing torched by his irises burned hard enough that you couldnât even cry if you wanted to. it was just a silent agony. a cry of distress with parted lips, but no sound.
and when the lights felt like they were flickering, even though in reality there were almost none at all, just a distant street light stationed some feet away from your car, you accepted that you lacked the arsenal and power to win this battle, croaking with the last of your strength, âi⊠admit it.â
jenoâs grip on your throat slackened, though he didnât let go. âyou admit what?â
âiâm weak,â you confessed in a whisper, throat sore from his brutal touch. you wondered to yourself if he had crushed something or if the pain just felt more intensified in the moment. âi canât hack it.â
âyou never could,â jeno added, finally releasing your throat.Â
finally, you could breathe again, but your next breath was the most painful of your entire life.
when jeno spread your legs apart a little more, uncomfortably so, you whined, but you noticeably lacked the backbone to fight it. you just took what he had to spare, lying against the leather seat as the metal seat belt marked your skin and jenoâs body rocked you back against it from his movements. it was the least hurtful thing you were feeling.
mustering one last breath of fight, you whispered with all the venom you could summon, âi hate your guts.â
âiâm kind of loving yours right now,â jeno quipped, slapping your cunt as if to emphasize that statement.
every second started to bleed into each other, no more or less excruciating than the last. you gave up on fighting. no matter how hard you tried, it only resulted in jeno taking advantage of your weakness, smacking you across the face or dragging his nails across your skin. you knew your body was covered in marks, you could feel the ache, prickling everywhere.Â
âfuck, iâm gonna cum,â jeno hissed, running his hands up your shirt.Â
that much was obvious. his movements, though they had never not been careless, grew more erratic and rhythmless. quicker, shallower, even, but harder.
you set your fingers at his biceps, begging, âjeno, please donât cum inside me.â
jeno scoffed. âof course not. you donât deserve that much of me.â
all that you could do was sigh. as if you wanted to be pregnant with his baby anyways. you physically recoiled at the thought.
jeno pulled out of your cunt, and you were relieved for a second, until he rotated you until your face was towards his cock and instructed, âopen.â
parting your lips, you sucked his cock into your mouth, knowing you would regret it if you didnât. you already felt broken enough. if you werenât careful, he mightâve fucked around and killed you. hell, he almost did.
âyouâre so much prettier when youâre being a good girl instead of running that useless mouth,â jeno commented.
grabbing a fistful of your hair, jeno controlled your movements, using your mouth until he came in your mouth, grunting, âswallow.â
you tried your best, you really did, but you didnât think he would cum so much, and so hard. there was an unsparing smack of his hips against your face as he fucked your throat until, at last, he came with a ravenous growl. you couldnât help what slipped out of your mouth and drizzled down your chin, onto the leather seat. your leather seat.
still, jeno didnât let go, roughly lowering your head to the seat. âeat my fucking cum.â
there was no way in hell that you wanted to, your stomach churned at the mere thought of doing such a despicable thing although you had practically swallowed most of his cum already, but it felt physically degrading to lick his cum off the seat of your own fucking car. his hold didnât slacken until every spot was gone, and you slumped backwards onto the chair, facing the roof.
there was a kind of emptiness scraping your chest that was like nothing you had ever felt before. it was despair, yes, but to such an extent that it felt like nothing. and then it was so much of nothing that it throbbed and ached right there in your heart, and mind. probably your soul too. your entire being felt frozen, rigid. so cold that it burned.
this is what it meant to be broken, you wouldâve thought, if you could think. though since you could not, all you really did was lie there, a misty haze in your soulless eyes as your hands were slumped at your sides. had not your chest been heaving like raging waters, jeno wouldâve thought you werenât even alive.
and really, truly, you guessed that was what he wanted. he didnât want you dead, not literally, maybe. but to make you feel so deprived of everything that gave you dignity that life itself was lifeless.
âi think iâll take these,â jeno said, holding up your panties to the air like they were a flag of some kind. âyou know, as my reward.â for breaking you.
you said nothing. after everything else he had just taken from you, ripped from your very hands like it was nothing, you couldnât be bothered to care about something so replaceable. you wanted your pride back. you wanted your dignity back. but he stripped you bare of everything, all of your strength and will, all of the fire inside your body that kept you alive.
he would never know what that felt like. in the time that he spent making a point, youâd lost your sense of self and direction.
and jeno just slipped back on his clothes like nothing ever happened, sneaking away like a thief in the night, without a goodbye as he left you there to fend for yourself in the chaos that heâd created.Â
and he did it all with a satisfied smile on his face.
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sorry :/
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Is u a freak?
ENOUGH
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Im a virgin I just need to know what it is like to have dick inside you. (I need full details) sorry if this is important.
with my boyfriend it always feels like something warm and big. it feels like youâre being filled, itâs such a warm and tight fit it just kinda makes your whole body feel euphoric and complete yk. iâm getting really soft about it cus what me and my boyfriend do is making love, like sex isnât just fucking for us most of the time it goes a lot deeper (no pun intended) so like i overlook any pain or discomfort i may feel because him being inside of me just beats any feeling đ«¶đ«¶
it kinda feels like youâre one. especially when weâre so close to each others bodies like this đ« and my legs are around his shoulders or waist and fuck yeah. even in doggy or whatever position. if the cock is big then it will feel like youâre pussy is suffocating and choking (in the best way possible) like when his cock is in my mouth i choke. i gag on it lmao and i quite literally have to have my head down the side of the bed to get most of it down my throat cus thatâs the only way
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WHY R U A LOSER WHY DID U ANSWER SO FAST
ur so fucking fat
The only thing fat is my bank
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pairing â enemy!jeno x (f) reader
genre .. warnings â smut, noncon, enemies au, unprotected sex, choking, smacking, degradation
summary â ever since the two of you could walk, you and lee jeno have had it out for each other. you think that there's a chance he's finally matured and gotten over his inexplicable loathing for you, but when you encounter him after a football game, you finally learn the truth about why jeno doesn't like you.
wc â 4.1k
a/n â part 4/5 of the college-capades series!
donât like it, donât read.
just like any other friday night, you were prepared to go home, take a hot shower, and wind down with a video essay while munching on whatever snack you were currently fixated on.
guess what didnât happen.Â
bitch, we should really go watch that football game tonight, your best friend said. itâll be fun, she said.
though you desperately wanted to change out of the jeans that had grown uncomfortable after twelve hours of sporting them, your best friend, persuasive as ever, manipulated your sympathy with claims of all her other friends being busy and the most shiny, pleading eyes.
ultimately, you somehow agreed. your stubborn walls were broken when your best friend wanted something. you told her you would meet her there and hopped in your car, heaving a breath. curse you for being nice. to some people, anyways. sometimes you wished you hated her.
football games were just the last thing on your mind. three years of being a student at this university and youâd never come to a single game. it just wasnât something you were interested in, especially when the star player was no other than lee jeno, your lifelong enemy.
the disdain you felt for jeno was inexplicable. ever since the sandbox, you just never got along. your familyâs never understood the mutual reproach you had for each other and after a couple of dangerously unsuccessful attempts at a reconciliation throughout the years that almost ended with one or both of you in the hospital, they just accepted that you two didnât like each other.
over the years though, it started to feel more and more one-sided. jeno didnât go out of his way to get on your nerves anymore. but it makes sense, you thought. weâre grown. itâs a good thing heâs kind of mature. you didnât disturb him either, rather going out of your way to avoid him whenever you could.
so tonight was just one big slap in the face. almost like it was the universeâs way of telling you to go fuck yourself.
and afterwards, you were positive that you would never be seen at one of these events ever again. sure, your campus football team was everything to brag about if you were a hardcore sports fan that gave a damn, but it was definitely not worth the girls loud cheers that irked your ears when jeno scored the winning touchdown. it was not worth the hollering when his team hoisted him into the air in celebration. that, or you just did not like to see jeno happy at times when you felt borderline miserable.
so three hours later, plus the time it took for you and your friend to do some mandatory socializing with familiar faces, you bid her goodbye and tried to locate your car. given that you were definitely not the first to show up and your school was pretty popular, you didnât find an available park in the lot.
âhey, wait up,â came a way too familiar voice from behind you.Â
you barely turned your head, not really having to, but your brows furrowed. why on godâs green earth was lee jeno following you? and in a change of clothes too. jesus christ, iâve been here way too long.
ânot happening,â you hissed irritably. you just wanted to go home.Â
âfine, iâll just follow you then.â
you ignored him, not thinking he would genuinely follow you but when you still heard footsteps when you planted your feet in front of your car, you realized youâd definitely underestimated jenoâs weirdness.Â
still not turning around, you searched your purse for your keys and asked, âyou do realize how creepy this is, right?â
jeno shrugged, not that you could see. âwell, your idea of a good idea is walking alone in the middle of the night. anybody far more creepy than me could take advantage of an off-guard woman digging around in her purse.â
you scoffed, âi was only digging for a second.â
âthatâs all it takes.â
not wanting to admit that he was right, you spun on your heels and snapped, âwhat do you really want, jeno?â
jeno grinned. âto talk.â
âto talk?â
âyeah,â jeno said, stuffing his hands into his pockets. âi mean, first, i couldnât let you walk by yourself. just in case somebody got to you.â somebody other than me.
you droned, âoh, wow. i guess i should be so grateful a big, strong guy like lee jeno followed me to my car. should i say âthanks?ââ
âit wouldnât hurt.â
âgo fuck yourself,â you retorted.
jeno threw his hands up in defense. âlike i said, i just wanted to talk.â
you rolled your eyes. god, you couldnât believe you were entertaining this guyâs bullshit when you could be on the way home already. even better, you could run him over with your car. âjeno, i donât like you. we have nothing to discuss.â
ignoring your balking, jeno continued, âi couldnât help but notice your resting bitch face while watching the game.â
your voice was dripping with the bitter taste of irony, âwow, a stadium full of girls and you noticed me? i could almost faint.â
jeno snickered. âyouâre funny.â
something is definitely up, you couldnât help but assume. this was the longest conversation youâd had with jeno in⊠ever.
jeno crept closer, asking, âdid you like the game?â
âmy resting bitch face doesnât speak volumes?â
âoh, it certainly does,â jeno said with a chuckle. âbut i wanted to hear it from your mouth.â
you leaned against your car, folding your arms. âif you want approval so badly, go find one of your screaming fangirls that are just dying to meet you. iâm sure youâd get tons of attention. maybe even a blowjob or two.â
jeno cocked a brow, but that sly fucking grin never vanished from his lips. pretty as they were. âjealous much?â
you looked like you wanted to gag and dry-heave all over the place. âoh, honey, please. i just think itâs⊠dramatic. bleeding my ears out because lee jeno sweated a ton and got his pants dirty - woo hoo! what will he do next?â
âsports are an art form. you wouldnât get itâŠâ
you cut him off with a wince, âoh, god. you sound exactly like the type of guy i do not want to piss off at a bar.â
jeno took that in stride, changing the topic, âdo you have any plans for tonight?â
you spat, âwhy do you care?â
jeno shrugged his shoulders, almost like he was absolutely clueless. âjust curious.âÂ
âeven if i do,â you started, exasperated. you had plans with your bed, if the sleepy haze in your eyes said nothing. âthatâs none of your business because i hate you and you hate me. remember?â
âyou hate me,â jeno corrected, stepping so close he was now directly in front of you. âi let that go in high school.â
you were quick to retort, âright, after you found out what a vagina was.â
jeno finally started to break, nearly closing the gap between your bodies. âyouâre so mouthy, you know that?â
you swallowed, damping your throat. he towered over you a little. never in a million years did you want to show jeno any fear, though you werenât certain of what was going on. âjeno, what are you doing?â
jeno ignored you. again. âholding onto resentment from when we were fucking kids just because you want to be a stubborn little bitch. do you even know why you hate me?â
you blinked. you were beyond confused.
âi heard you fucked mark. and jaemin. oh, and haechan,â jeno snarled, extending a hand down to your ass. âall on the football team.â
âthatâs none of your goddamn business,â you hissed, trying to pry his hand away from you.
jeno snickered. that was bizarre the most hilarious thing youâd said tonight. âbabe, itâs the football team. itâs everybodyâs goddamn business. word gets passed around quick through us. clearly, so do you.â
you recoiled, affronted. though you tried to wrestle from jenoâs arms, he was infinitely stronger than you, and that seemed to please him because he wasnât finished.
âdo you plan on sleeping with the entire team - is that it?â jeno pressed. âjohnnyâs gonna make it big one day. are you going to get him to get you pregnant? live off an nfl playerâs child support checks?â
you shoved at his chest, but he wouldnât budge. âare you actually this mad that i donât want to sleep with you?â
âget in the car,â jeno hissed.Â
you couldnât believe what you were hearing. âwhat?â
irritated, jeno opened your car door and forced you into the backseat none too gently. you whimpered in pain, having hit your head on the roof, and jeno clambered in the back with you, shutting the door behind himself. you didnât even get the chance to sit back up before he unceremoniously threw your purse somewhere in the front.
now, you were officially beginning to panic. you never thought he would go this far. fear seeped into your bloodstream as your self-preservation instincts kicked in, and you swung your legs, successfully kicking jeno in the groin.
you tried to open the door on your end while he grimaced in pain, but you were too slow, jeno dragging you back towards him by your legs and holding tightly onto them. he went to unbutton them, grumbling, âgod, i canât fucking stand you.â
âjeno, stop. i said stop!â you exclaimed, eyes widening. âiâll tell your parents!â
âdonât tell me you really think my parents will believe you over me,â jeno scoffed at how ridiculous that statement sounded, just before mocking, âi hate you and you hate me. remember?â
âthen, iâll tell mine,â you snapped.Â
âso like you to run and tattle to mommy and daddy,â he sighed, now reaching for your panties. âall that will do is start a family vendetta. now, is that really what you want, babe?â
you frowned. it was like he planned this.Â
jeno wholeheartedly intended to show you who was the boss, barking, âanswer me, bitch.â
âfuck you.â
obviously, jeno didnât like that, grabbing your keys and smacking you across the nose with them. you groaned, wincing your eyes closed.
âi said, answer me,â jeno growled.Â
you stood your ground. âand i said âfuck you.ââ
he slapped your keys against your nose again. your hands flew to your face, a hiss slipping out of your mouth when you touched your nose. though it felt broken, you knew that it was most likely just bruised. you fought the oncoming threat of tears, never letting them reveal themself as anything more than a shimmer in your eyes.
âyou might want to reconsider. or else youâll probably have to ask daddy to buy you a new nose,â jeno warned. ânow, like i said, is that what you want?â
you shook your head.Â
âwith your mouth. iâm not afraid to bruise that lip, either.â
âno,â you cried out, fire in your tone.
jeno smirked. âthere you go. was that so hard, babe?â
âyes,â you muttered.Â
jeno laughed, tickled. almost like something was funny. your panties were now thrown aside and you sucked in vicious breath when his finger landed on your pussy, trying to remain strong. you knew that he wanted to see you fall apart. that was just something he always wanted.
but this was something more than that. it was darker than pushing you to the dirt at a playground or bumping into you too harshly in a hallway. this was brutal tenfold.
âi would never tell them anything,â jeno said, referring to his team, you assumed. he pushed his fingers up your cunt, much to your dismay. ânobody deserves to know. youâre all for me. just for me.â
knowing that his teammates obviously kissed and told made it harder for you to resist the tears you desperately wanted to let fall, because you felt so violated in so many different ways, but you didnât succumb to the sting. you could take it. you would have to.
âiâm not yours. i never, ever, will be yours,â you said with an alarming amount of vitriol.
jeno pinched the inside of your thigh, making you jolt. âyes, you are. i fucking own you right now. youâre going to do whatever i want. my fucking toy.â
before you could even get any spiteful words out of your mouth, jeno slipped a hand up your shirt and pinched his fingers around your nipples, making you holler a sharp cry. you didnât understand why he was acting so mean all of the sudden, though you guessed heâd just gotten better at repressing his reproach for you and stifling the need to inflict torment on you.
never in your life had you ever felt so helpless before. jeno was trying to break your resolve and you couldnât let him, but with every blow to your willpower, he was getting closer and closer to winning. for a second, it occurred to you that that was all this ever was, and all he ever cared about. being able to say that you lost and he won.
and he really had you convinced for a second that maybe he wasnât so terrible of a guy anymore.
jeno tugged at his pants and you started to fret, trying to crawl away, but to no avail. you should have never came here. you should have stood your ground and went home like you wanted, because you didnât want this.
âcalm down. youâve had dick in you before,â jeno chided, removing his underwear next.
this was the first time in your life youâd ever been truly scared of jeno. any other day, no matter the situation, youâd faced him bravely. but this was beyond your expertise. âjeno, please. please donât do this. iâm begging you!â
jeno snorted in amusement. he almost couldnât believe that you were begging him for mercy. you, of all people. he knew there was more vulnerability where that came from and he was hell-bent on breaking it out of you.Â
the tears were finally trickling down, hot and thick as they dampened your cheeks. âplease,â you whimpered, hating how desperate you sounded. âif you let me go, i wonât tell anyone, i promise.â
âthatâs cute,â jeno chirped. ânot really tempting, but cute.â
you slumped in defeat. there was no getting to him. he was dead-set on sweet revenge for whatever perceived wrongdoings of yours that had wounded his poor, fragile ego.
all jeno could think about was how hard he was, watching your bottom lip tremble and your figure paralyze with fear. heâd seen you cry a few times in his lifetime, mainly because of him and when you were younger, but this was the first time heâd seen genuine fear glimmer in those eyes of yours. and he was addicted to it already. you always tried to convince the universe that you were tougher than you really were, and heâd always been determined to uncover the weak, fragile girl you truly were. to show you that he was infinitely stronger than you.
it happened in a blink. jeno pounced on you, lining his dick up at your cunt, whispering in your ear that he was going to fucking destroy you. you sobbed harder when he finally pushed inside, deep. the burn of the stretch was agonizing and you were inclined to scream, but you in no way wanted to give jeno that pleasure.
âfuck. you shouldâve never been such a goddamn cunt,â jeno hissed, sinking his fingers into your hips, fueled by the noises of anguish that parted your lips. ânow iâve gotta put you in your place.â
âasshole,â you said through gritted teeth.Â
jeno grabbed your hair roughly, swallowing the little whine that escaped you, and stared into your glistening eyes. he could see the hatred smoldering in them, but most importantly of all, he could see how weak he thought you were and thought it was nothing short of pathetic. âbaby, you donât even know how pitiful you look. iâd shut my mouth if i were you.â
you didnât want to know. you could feel your mascara running down your face, already realizing that your makeup was ruined, but that was the last thing on your mind when jeno was forcing himself into you.
your pussy was so warm and tight around his cock, he couldnât help but want to shove himself deeper and deeper. the fact that he was a making a mess out of you only turned him on even more, he wanted to engrave the image into his memory indefinitely, and he considered taking pictures just to save it but that wouldâve been too incriminating.
he thought many despicable things about you, but you werenât worth his future. matter of fact, you werenât worth anything to jeno. not a dime or a spare nickel and the way he fucked you said that loud and clear.
jeno ranted, âthis is all your fault, you know. youâre just so damn delicate and breakable.â
âyou will never break me,â you barked, though your voice was weighed down by your grief.
jeno burst into laughter and the sound was physically sickening. âhate to break it to you, babe, but i already have.â
you couldnât bare to look into his eyes anymore, casting your gaze anywhere else.Â
âwasnât that hard,â jeno continued nonchalantly. âshouldâve done it sooner. i mean, you might have got away if you werenât such a mouthy little slut that needs to have the last word all the time. hiding your weakness under all those - fuck - witty remarks, but iâve always seen who you really are. fragile.â
you shook your head. his words were ripping you open and you hated it with every fiber of your being. you didnât want to cave. âno, iâm not!â
âyes, you are,â he snapped. âyouâre a fragile little whore that talks a big game but canât take what she deserves. admit it.â
âno,â you exclaimed.
jeno wrapped a hand around your throat, firm and strong and everything in between, and your eyes went wide when he impaired your ability to exhale. your hands went to his, trying to pry him off of your throat, but you would never be stronger than him. never be strong enough to fight back. âadmit it, if you want to breathe.â
the room started to reel. maybe it was all the hits youâd taken, all of his aggression that youâd accidentally elicited, that made it even more unbearable than the lack of oxygen causing the lightheadness, but there was a fleeting second where you couldnât feel, where it felt unreal and dream-like, and you detached yourself from the moment so jarringly that the pain dissipated. and then that second was over, and reality seemed to hit you tenfold.
his hands felt tighter around your throat. his body felt weightier on top of yours. his breath was louder than it seemed before, and the flickering heat of loathing torched by his irises burned hard enough that you couldnât even cry if you wanted to. it was just a silent agony. a cry of distress with parted lips, but no sound.
and when the lights felt like they were flickering, even though in reality there were almost none at all, just a distant street light stationed some feet away from your car, you accepted that you lacked the arsenal and power to win this battle, croaking with the last of your strength, âi⊠admit it.â
jenoâs grip on your throat slackened, though he didnât let go. âyou admit what?â
âiâm weak,â you confessed in a whisper, throat sore from his brutal touch. you wondered to yourself if he had crushed something or if the pain just felt more intensified in the moment. âi canât hack it.â
âyou never could,â jeno added, finally releasing your throat.Â
finally, you could breathe again, but your next breath was the most painful of your entire life.
when jeno spread your legs apart a little more, uncomfortably so, you whined, but you noticeably lacked the backbone to fight it. you just took what he had to spare, lying against the leather seat as the metal seat belt marked your skin and jenoâs body rocked you back against it from his movements. it was the least hurtful thing you were feeling.
mustering one last breath of fight, you whispered with all the venom you could summon, âi hate your guts.â
âiâm kind of loving yours right now,â jeno quipped, slapping your cunt as if to emphasize that statement.
every second started to bleed into each other, no more or less excruciating than the last. you gave up on fighting. no matter how hard you tried, it only resulted in jeno taking advantage of your weakness, smacking you across the face or dragging his nails across your skin. you knew your body was covered in marks, you could feel the ache, prickling everywhere.Â
âfuck, iâm gonna cum,â jeno hissed, running his hands up your shirt.Â
that much was obvious. his movements, though they had never not been careless, grew more erratic and rhythmless. quicker, shallower, even, but harder.
you set your fingers at his biceps, begging, âjeno, please donât cum inside me.â
jeno scoffed. âof course not. you donât deserve that much of me.â
all that you could do was sigh. as if you wanted to be pregnant with his baby anyways. you physically recoiled at the thought.
jeno pulled out of your cunt, and you were relieved for a second, until he rotated you until your face was towards his cock and instructed, âopen.â
parting your lips, you sucked his cock into your mouth, knowing you would regret it if you didnât. you already felt broken enough. if you werenât careful, he mightâve fucked around and killed you. hell, he almost did.
âyouâre so much prettier when youâre being a good girl instead of running that useless mouth,â jeno commented.
grabbing a fistful of your hair, jeno controlled your movements, using your mouth until he came in your mouth, grunting, âswallow.â
you tried your best, you really did, but you didnât think he would cum so much, and so hard. there was an unsparing smack of his hips against your face as he fucked your throat until, at last, he came with a ravenous growl. you couldnât help what slipped out of your mouth and drizzled down your chin, onto the leather seat. your leather seat.
still, jeno didnât let go, roughly lowering your head to the seat. âeat my fucking cum.â
there was no way in hell that you wanted to, your stomach churned at the mere thought of doing such a despicable thing although you had practically swallowed most of his cum already, but it felt physically degrading to lick his cum off the seat of your own fucking car. his hold didnât slacken until every spot was gone, and you slumped backwards onto the chair, facing the roof.
there was a kind of emptiness scraping your chest that was like nothing you had ever felt before. it was despair, yes, but to such an extent that it felt like nothing. and then it was so much of nothing that it throbbed and ached right there in your heart, and mind. probably your soul too. your entire being felt frozen, rigid. so cold that it burned.
this is what it meant to be broken, you wouldâve thought, if you could think. though since you could not, all you really did was lie there, a misty haze in your soulless eyes as your hands were slumped at your sides. had not your chest been heaving like raging waters, jeno wouldâve thought you werenât even alive.
and really, truly, you guessed that was what he wanted. he didnât want you dead, not literally, maybe. but to make you feel so deprived of everything that gave you dignity that life itself was lifeless.
âi think iâll take these,â jeno said, holding up your panties to the air like they were a flag of some kind. âyou know, as my reward.â for breaking you.
you said nothing. after everything else he had just taken from you, ripped from your very hands like it was nothing, you couldnât be bothered to care about something so replaceable. you wanted your pride back. you wanted your dignity back. but he stripped you bare of everything, all of your strength and will, all of the fire inside your body that kept you alive.
he would never know what that felt like. in the time that he spent making a point, youâd lost your sense of self and direction.
and jeno just slipped back on his clothes like nothing ever happened, sneaking away like a thief in the night, without a goodbye as he left you there to fend for yourself in the chaos that heâd created.Â
and he did it all with a satisfied smile on his face.
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sassy anton
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you dont even have your likes or following hidden, you're clearly from twitter. we dont want your kind here
did u jus tell me to go back to mexico
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you know i love a fat ass
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