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luvyeni · 3 months
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ˏˋ°•*⁀➷ PUTTING THEM ON A SEX BAN — NCT DREAM ꒱
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— cw. mentions of sex
request: I really love your work! 💌 Can I request where skz or nct dream they get a text from their girlfriend putting them on a sex ban? hehehe tysm!!!
authors note. i hope you like it 💕!
MINORS DO NOT INTERACT
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peanutpinet · 6 months
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The Bat & Dove - Jeno Mafia (racer) x fem reader
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Synopsis: In the public’s eye, NCT was just like any other celebrity agency with some of the neos being actors, famous racers, athletes, and other public figures. Jeno was one of the racers of NCT in front of the public but behind all of the public’s eye and cameras was an introverted yet smart racer who could memorise every single track that he had been on and could calculate anything he targeted. But one thing that he couldn’t figure out was his feelings towards a certain modest girl.
Warnings: Floof before the storm, cursing, drug usage, kidnapping inflicting pain, illegal fight, racing, near rape themes, angst, torture
A/N: I swear Jeno has suddenly gotten me writing a long-ass fic for him and about mafia :)) I ain't complaining cause The Bat Video and Performance is just 🤌🏼 Also, if any of you have been here since my first few NCT fics, this is a slight spin-off of Taeyong x Medic Girl fic (my 3rd NCT fanfic). And now, your author shall go back and figure out another fic whilst attending SMtown on Saturday :]
Taeyong x Medic Girl: pt 1
Never did you think that in your whole life, you would be flying in a first-class seat heading towards Milan, Italy with your boyfriend of one year, Jeno Lee, the famous racer in South Korea. The one who would always win the race no matter the circumstances.
You and Jeno met almost 2 years ago when you were working part-time for your local cafe and had to cover for your friend who always does the night shift. It was your first night shift and everything was going well until you had to close up for the night.
You were taking out the trash when there were a gang of drunk college students who tried to touch you when you clearly had no energy to fight back. Luckily enough, Jeno and his friends were right around the corner when it happened and something about that night, Jeno who is typically a rather quiet, introverted member of NCT decided to fight back.
Jeno managed to stop the college students before they did anything further. Jeno looked over towards you and nudged you to go back inside of the cafe which you did without questioning him. Not long after, Jeno came into the cafe to check up on you.
Seeing his slightly bruised knuckles, you told Jeno to sit down and helped clean his injuries and wounds. After that incident, Jeno decided to watch you from afar whenever you had night shift and the rest was basically history.
You weren’t someone who came from an elite family at all. Instead, you came from a simple family that earns slightly more than enough to live. When you met Jeno, you were in your final semester of university and working part-time to earn some sort of whereas he was already a well-known racer in the country.
Shortly after you graduated, Jeno asked you to be his girlfriend and even managed to help you get a job that pays you well to help your parents. Even though you can earn on your own now, Jeno would still shower you with gifts that you had always wanted and more. Jeno would also often invite you to hang out with him and his friends, to get to know his group so that you would have some company whenever you attend his races.
But this time, it was an international race and Jeno insisted that you come because he had an extra ticket to watch his racing but also he wanted you to be able to explore other parts of the world with him. You were always there for him after a long day and would always take care of him without knowing much and he wants to return the favour. But also seeing you smile just brightens Jeno’s day.
Upon reaching the hotel, Jeno asked if you were alright to stay and sleep in the same room with him because he’s worried whenever you’re alone which you were alright but you nervously told him that you had never slept on the same bed with a guy before.
“Don’t worry, love. If you’re nervous, I can ask to change our room to two separate beds. I don’t want you to feel pressured. I just worry whenever you’re alone but I promise that I’ll give you all the privacy you need” Jeno mentioned, putting both your suitcases as you explore the huge room that you’re not used to at all
“Jen, there’s no need to. I trust you. I trust that you won’t cross my boundaries. Plus, this room is huge, there’s more than enough space to have some sort of privacy” you replied, looking out the view from the balcony of the room
“I’m glad that you trust me so much. I promise that I’ll make this trip unforgettable” Jeno mumbled, back hugging you as he kissed the side of your temple, nuzzling his face in the crook of your neck
Because you were staying for a full week, the first 2 days were just filled with you and Jeno exploring the city, occasionally getting lost together but stumbled upon some sort of local cafe or even park. By the 3rd day, Jeno had his race and had already been preparing since early in the morning, not forgetting to kiss your forehead and left a note before he left.
Waking up to a lighter bed, you found a box with a note attached to it. “I got it before I asked you to come with me because either way, you would eventually come. I hope that you’ve been enjoying your holiday because I know that I have. You have always been so caring and loving to me. I know that I’ve spoiled you here and there but just this one time, throughout our time in Milan, let me spoil you like a princess. Let me show you how much I care and adore you because I know that you’re the one for me. Go on, princess, put on your gown and come to be my good luck charm so that I can show you how much you mean to me” - your little puppy disguised as a wolf
Opening the box, you were shocked to see a gorgeous white buttoned dress matched with a simple handbag and shoes. Taking a picture of the box and note, you sent it to Jeno who almost replied immediately and texted you that he had hair & makeup on their way along with breakfast. Jeno also mentioned to Renjun, Yangyang, and Shotaro would be there to pick you up since Haechan and Jaemin were with him.
After you’ve gotten your hair & makeup done, you hear a knock on your door and when you open it, it was Renjun, Yangyang and Shotaro, just as Jeno mentioned. You thanked the hair & makeup team as they left your room as the 3 men waited for you to finish your breakfast which you offered to them.
“Don’t worry about us, we already had breakfast a while ago” Renjun mentioned
“Are you excited to see Jeno race in an international competition?” Yangyang asked and you shyly nod. “Jeno was right when he said that you were shy. But it’s alright. Just enjoy yourself during this trip. Come on, let’s go!! The race is gonna start soon” Yangyang exclaimed as you took your things and headed out with the 3 males.
Arriving at the racing track, you and the 3 males went to the designated seat which were in a nice middle spot to see the entire track and you could even see your boyfriend getting ready by the pit stop with his other friends, Jaemin and Haechan.
As the announcer mentioned that the race was about to start, all the racers went to their designated cars to get ready to race.
Jeno’s POV
“Remember, it’s that one over there, number 712. The copycat as I like to name them” Haechan mentioned, nudging towards the racer and car that was already by the track
“Hmm. I’ve been eyeing them since the moment they stepped foot in this place” I replied, putting on his glove and taking my helmet from Jaemin
“Don’t interact when unnecessary. We’re just here to make sure that they’re not going to pull anything today. But just in case, there’s an emergency box underneath your seat. Plus, Doyoung, Jaehyun, and Jungwoo hyung are in the area to watch over” Jaemin mentioned
“I know. I’m not worried about what’ll happen to us. I’m more worried about (y/n)” I mentioned, turning around to see (y/n) in the crowd with the others
“She’ll be alright. The 3 of them are with her. Yangyang is a skilful shooter, Shotaro is amazing in combat and Renjun is a doctor + hacker. Plus, as Jaemin mentioned, our three reliable hyungs are here. There’s nothing to worry about” Haechan mentioned, shrugging
“Keep an eye on their team, I’ll deal with the driver” I replied, putting on my helmet and driving towards the track
Before the race actually started, I kept a close eye on the target that Taeyong-hyung instructed.
Flashback
“I received news that our copycat gang will be racing in the Italian Grand Prix which you will also be attending along with the 00 liners” Taeyong mentioned, pushing the information towards me
“What do you need us to do? Kill them? Kidnap them? Take them down? Expose them?” I questioned, flipping through all the information that Taeyong gave
“They’re known as a fraud. They tend to pretend to be one of our gang because no one truly knows who is part of our main gang like you in Dream, WayV, 127, aside from me, Mark and Kun being the leaders since it would only just be the 3 of us whenever we go to meetings. Take them down. Expose them as the frauds they are. But don’t. kill. them.” Taeyong mentioned and I closed the information looking back at our leader
“Why would you think that I would kill them?” I asked, raising my eyebrow
“Because you’re going with your girlfriend. And I’m sure that whatever happens to her, you’re not going to sit tight. You’re probably going to see red everywhere and without thinking, you might actually kill one of them upon sight. I know my members, Jeno. You’re one of them that never misses a shot. You’re also quiet and reserved but you pay attention to every detail. That’s why nothing ever gets missed by you. Especially when it comes to your girlfriend” Taeyong explained, sipping on his coffee
“Nothing will happen to her. And how did you know that I was going to bring (y/n)?!” I asked
“Like I said, I know my members. But take it from someone who also has a significant other whilst being part of this, even though my girlfriend is part of our world, one thing for sure is that we will never be alright with them getting hurt. But the job is just as important, Jeno. I’m not saying that you neglect your girlfriend. I just want you to know that unless it’s just the two of you or it’s a completely cornered situation, don’t abandon or change your mission. I also have DoJaeJung to come with you since they’ll be attending their respective brands’ event” Taeyong mentioned. “So, I hope to not hear any killing. Not until you bring them back to me alive at least” Taeyong added on
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As I remembered my conversation with Taeyong hyung, the race finally started and I stepped on the gas, hard. Not only was my goal to win this race but I wasn’t going to let some frauds use our group’s name and get all the credit. No, I was going to make them look bad.
As I was halfway through my laps, I started to hear that other drivers and their cars were being hijacked and thus injuring the drivers. “Jen, that copycat of a group hijacked the other cars since they were the first to come. But Jaemin and I have already checked your car and removed everything that wasn’t supposed to be there. Yet, it looks like he knows that nothing is happening to your car so he’s catching up on you” I heard Haechan comment in my ear-in
“They don’t know that we’re actually part of NCT, right?” I asked, eyeing from my mirror and seeing the 712 guy catching up
“Nope. Just as Taeyong-hyung mentioned, they only know that you’re Lee Jeno the undefeatable racer from South Korea. They have no idea that you’re the Jeno Lee from NCT” Haechan replied
“Good. I’ll give them something to be worried about” I scoffed, stepping on the gas and seeing that 712 was still catching up through my left side and was leaning in until I saw the opportunity and put my car in reverse and went past their car as they hit the wall and I continued on and win the race
Going out of my car, I took off my helmet and was welcomed with a big hug from Haechan and Jaemin along with a wild roar from the crowd as the announcer announced that I was the winner. After taking a bow towards the crowd, I scanned through them and saw (y/n) who looked relieved to see me. Her smile was something that I noticed made me feel better throughout the past few days here and I would never want that genuine smile to ever turn to something else in a split second.
After the award ceremony was over, I shook hands with the other racers, thanking them for a good race up until Mr. 712 came and ruined the mood.
“Lee Jeno, is it?” 712 exclaimed, his team was trying to hold him back as Jaemin, Haechan and I just looked at them with a bored yet annoyed look that intimidated them
“Yes. And you are?” I questioned, raising my eyebrow
“The name is Brad. My team and I are part of NCT of the US branch” Brand proclaimed as Haechan scoffed
“Do you even know what NCT is? It’s South Korea’s mafia gang that managed to get the other mafia gang in the world at peace with how diverse the members are” Haechan explained as Jaemin slightly elbowed him
“Of course we know that. How do you think they were able to expand to the US? It was because of us. I just want to let you know that what you did back there was not cool and just you wait until the rest of our members here about this” Brand exclaimed
“Then why did you try to close in on me first? You were the one who started it, I was just merely getting myself away from any potential risks that could happen because of you. So don’t go around and blame me for what you started” I scoffed, slightly towering over the self-proclaimed NCT member
“Jeno!” I heard Renjun exclaim and as we all turned around, we saw Renjun, Yangyang, Shotaro and (y/n) coming towards us
“Is, is it a bad time?” I heard (y/n) mumbled but I softly grabbed her hand and rubbed her hand
“No, don’t worry. We were just done here” I replied, giving (y/n) my signature smile
“It was a good race, Brad. Hope that what happened today won’t happen ever again” I mentioned as I pull (y/n) to my side as all of us left the track
Back at the hotel, we all went to freshen up and had dinner together to celebrate my win and all but just being with (y/n) eases my clouded thoughts of Brad and the way that he looked at (y/n) when she came with the other members.
“Jen, eat up. You must be tired” (y/n) mentioned, nudging a spoon of mashed potatoes towards me which I smiled and ate the food she fed me
“Don’t worry babe, I was just driving, am not tired at all” I smiled at her as I fed her some pasta which she happily eat, showing off her little chipmunk cheeks
“Still, you woke up so early for the race. Eat up and then rest, okay?” (y/n) mentioned and I nodded
“Don’t talk about me when you haven’t eaten much at all young lady. I will not have you going back home without enjoying yourself. Now eat” I playfully threatened, feeding (y/n) some more food
“So this is your excuse for not helping me back there is because you got food for your girl?! No offense (y/n) but your man here is a selfish little ass because he clearly could’ve placed more food on the plate but noooo” Haechan dramatically complained, sitting next to (y/n) but I pulled her seat closer towards me
“You want food, Haechan? If I get you some and shove it down to your mouth, would you stop pestering my girlfriend?” I somewhat threatened and eyeing the playful boy but (y/n) held my hand to stop me. “Jen, stop. Haechan was just being playful” (y/n) warned me, her tone was scarier than usual that I instantly soften my looks
The rest of dinner went by quicker and by the end of it, we all drank a bit of alcohol which to (y/n) it was just another celebration but to the rest of us, it was to calm our nerves because after tonight, the real work actually begins.
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Once dinner was over, we all went back to our own rooms just as me and (y/n) held hands together to our room. In the comfort of our room, I let loose of my colder exterior and hugged (y/n) from behind as she was in the bathroom and was trying to remove her makeup.
“Jen, I need to remove my makeup, if you want to hug me, you better not move unless you want me to go blind as I remove my eye makeup” (y/n) reminded me and we stayed in the position for a while
“Can’t help it babe, you’re gorgeous. I knew that dress would accentuate your beauty. Plus, you look hot when you’re slightly angry” I mumbled, kissing the back of (y/n)’s neck, nuzzling behind her as I hear her let out a breathy sigh
“Jen” (y/n) called out to me, turning around to face me as her back was pressed against the bathroom counter. “You drank quite a lot, didn’t you?” (y/n) asked, cupping my face
“Nope. I didn’t” I replied because it was true. “I’m sober” I added on, holding one of her palm and kissing it
“What’s wrong jen? Tell me. You don’t normally drink like you did today. You would drink in sips not in shots” (y/n) asked. She truly do know me well
Sighing, I hugged her waist while she softly stroked my hair which helped calm me better than the alcohol. After a while, I pulled away and gently lifted her to place her on the countertop so it would be easier to talk.
“Just some things on my mind, angel. How I worry whenever you’re alone without me. Not in a possessive kind. How I worry that my job might get in between us” I stated, there was some truth to it
“Jen. You don’t have to worry about me. You know that I’m okay with being alone sometimes. Even though it feels more homey and comfy with you. And don’t worry about your job getting in between us. I know how hard you’re working so that I don’t have to but I know you let me work so I can have my own savings as well. And for that I really wanna thank you and appreciate you. How you would often send my parents some money as well. You know, my parents asked me if you’ve popped the question and I told them that we’re young and we want to enjoy and explore many things together first” (y/n) replied, making me smile
“I’m glad that your parents approve of me. In their own way of course. And I will pop the question one day because I really can’t see myself with anyone else. You never question me or push me to be someone else. You would always be there and wait until I was ready to talk which makes me more comfortable and want to talk to you more. How has Milan been, little dove?” I confessed
“Dove?” (y/n) asked and I just chuckled. “Yea. Because how soft and pure you are. How you’re basically my peace, love to explore and enjoy your freedom whilst also giving your love to me. So, how has Milan been?” I explained
“It’s incredible because you were the one that brought me here. You’re the one that insist that I come and I’m glad you convinced me to because this is just as magical and as romantic as people describe Paris” (y/n) mentioned, placing her hands on my neck, slightly massaging it
“Good. I’m glad that you’ve been enjoying yourself a lot because I have a little gift for you. Since you already planned our first year anniversary back home. I decided to plan my own but in Milan. Here” I mentioned, pulling out a little box that I got so early in the morning and opened it which has a dainty necklace with 3 rings that were linked together and was custom-made since the gold ring had a custom small nct logo embossing on it as Taeyong’s request for all of us when we have a significant other.
“Jen….that’s expensive!! My whole outfit is already expensive enough. I can’t..” (y/n) complained but I sushed her by softly kissing her forehead
“Nonsense, dove. Nothing is as expensive as you yourself. You’re priceless. I want to because I want something for you to always remember me and our moment here in Milan” I softly replied. “May I?” I asked if it was alright to put the necklace on her and she nodded
Helping her down, (y/n) turned around, and held her hair as I gently put the necklace around her and locking it which to me, it symbolizes that I’m locked on her and as a reminder that she was my significant other and under nct’s protection.
“It’s beautiful, Jen. You really didn’t have to” (y/n) mumbled, admiring the necklace as I put my hands around her waist, admiring her through the mirror
“You’re beautiful. Can I kiss you? I know that you’re still shy when it comes to physical things and I completely understand if…” I rambled as (y/n) let go of my hold and turned around, softly pecking my lips
“With you, I think I’ve slowly tried to let loose more and enjoy every moment” (y/n) smiled which made me smile and gently cupped her face and leaned to finally close the gap between us. Something that I never imagine we would do during the beginning of our relationship.
As time pass, our kiss grew from something soft like the small waves by the beach, I slowly grew needier and slowly deepen the kiss, one of my hand was by her waist and one of (y/n)’s hair was going through my hair.
Before it can go any further, I pulled away first and softly caressed (y/n)’s cheek, making sure that she was alright with it. “Are you okay? Sorry, I got carried away. We can stop here if you want. And we can just end the night by cuddling whilst watching your favorite Disney movies” I suggested but was shocked by (y/n)’s sudden eagerness as she pulled my neck and our foreheads were touching
“Jen. I’m okay. I trust you, Nono. You have my green light” (y/n) replied which excited me that I kissed her forehead, cheek and jawline. “Tell me whenever you’re uncomfortable at any point, tell me, okay?” I asked but all I got was a nod so I gently pinched (y/n)’s chin. “Use your words, dove. I won’t continue anything if you don’t use your words” I whispered by her ear, hearing her softly whimper for the first time.
“I will, Jen. I’ll tell you if I feel uncomfortable” (y/n) softly moaned as I nibbled her ear. “Just call me, Nono, okay? I want you to feel comfortable. You’ll let me treat you, won’t you?” I mumbled, kissing right below (y/n)’s ear. “Yes, Nono”
Taking one more glance at (y/n), I licked my lips before diving in and kissing her as if that it would be the only time I get to. Without warning, I lifted her and wrapped her legs around my waist without detaching our lips and brought us to the bed where I sat down and let (y/n) sit on my lap.
As the atmosphere was getting hotter, I started to take off my jacket and unbutton my shirt which didn’t go unnoticed by (y/n) who softly pulled away to allow me to take off my top with more space. “Go ahead, dove, take it off” I stated, pushing some of (y/n)’s hair back
Though (y/n) was hesitant at first, I softly grabbed her hands and guided them and took off my shirt, leaving my bare chest for her to see. Seeing her flustered self was adorable because she looked so pure yet curious that I guided her hand on my chest before cupping her cheek and kissing her, ending our night on a much softer yet romantic note.
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Sometime in the middle of the night, I woke up after a bad dream that something happened to (y/n). Looking beside me, I saw her figure sleeping soundly with my hoodie which made me feel relieved.
Unable to sleep, I decided to reply to some messages from Taeyong and the other members back in South Korea regarding the trip, any updates and progress. As I was replying to the other members and the group chat, Taeyong suddenly called me. Thankfully my phone was on do not disturb so I wouldn’t wake (y/n) up.
Answering the phone call, I went over towards the balcony so as to not disturb my girlfriend. “Hyung? Is everything alright?” I asked, closing the door to the balcony
“I should be the one asking you. Why are you up this early in the morning? Something happened?” Taeyong asked but I just chuckled
“No. Everything has been going great actually. I won the race, I spent my first year anniversary and gave (y/n) the necklace yet…” I rambled but Taeyong seemed to know more
“You’re worried that things will go to a wrong turn and you’ll end up hurting her and yourself. I know Jeno. I know how. you might feel. Why do you think I sent other members with you? 3 of them being your seniors” Taeyong replied
“Hyung…” I started but Taeyong didn’t let me continue. “I know how you might feel. I know that you want to enjoy your time with her and I’m sorry that you have to take part in this mission but that’s why I sent members with you. To keep you company, to support one another, and to help each other when things go for a wrong turn. She has the necklace with her so even in other countries, the mafia knows to not touch her. Plus, since we’re not the mafias’ enemies, they would help. Just so you know, the Italian mafia is going to be at the Ferragamo dinner tomorrow and I’ve already let them in on you being our representative. If anything were to happen to you or (y/n), they can help. Since they also are looking to take down that fraud of a group since one of them claims to be part of the Italian mafia” Taeyong explained
“Some cocky bastards they are” I scoffed, making Taeyong chuckled. “It’s going to be alright Jeno. And one day, when you do tell (y/n) everything, we’ll be there to help however we can. And remember…” Taeyong hyung mentioned. “Don’t kill them until I bring them back to you. Alive. I know. I won’t” I replied. “Good. Get some rest Jeno, I wish you all the best. If anything were to actually happen, I would know so you won’t have anything to worry about. I and the others would never abandon one another. Neo always got our back, okay? Good night, Jeno” Taeyong hyung replied, turning off the call
Smiling to myself, I quietly went back into the room but as I went back to the bed, my sudden weight must’ve shocked (y/n) that she woke up. “I’m so sorry, dove, did I accidentally wake you up?” I whispered, stroking her hair
“Nono? Are you okay? Why are you awake in the first place?” (y/n) asked as she slowly sat up on the bed but I pulled her close so her head was laying on my chest
“Had a bad dream and was replying to my work friends in South Korea” I replied as (y/n) hummed
“Dove. I want you to know that I love you so fucking much. That I would never abandon you and would never leave you completely alone” I started which confuses (y/n). “Jen, what are you talking about? Why are you talking as if something were to happen to you?” (y/n) asked, her face looking towards me with worry
“I just have a feeling, dove. Like I said, I worry that my job would get between us. With what I’m doing, there are actually other things that you haven’t known yet but I want to tell you one day which I hope you’ll understand why I haven’t been telling you. But let’s just say that I’m part of something bigger than just a racer. Though it might sound illegal, we really aren’t. But one thing is for sure, I would always prioritize your safety above all. Wherever you are, whatever you’re doing, whoever you’re with, no matter what, I will make sure that you’re alright. So please promise me that if anything were to happen and I wasn’t the one to help you, it’s not that I don’t love or care for you. But it’s really because I’m caught up. But please know that whoever is there to help you is someone that I trust to bring us back together” I rambled and expected (y/n) to question me further but instead, she kissed right by my jawline.
“Jen, I know that there might be something you’re keeping from me and while I have my guesses, I want you to be ready whenever you do tell me. Trust me when I say that whatever it is that you do, it doesn’t change my mind how I feel about you. Maybe I might get angry and upset but at the end of the day, you were there for me and the fact that you’re telling me this before anything shows me how much you really care about me and our relationship. Just promise that you’ll always come back to me?” (y/n) replied making me melt in her embrace
“Fuck. What did I do to deserve you?! I don’t even think that I myself would be able to distance myself from you, dove. You’ll always make it feel as if we just met” I admitted, softly lifting (y/n) up a bit so I could kiss her before we go back to our slumber.
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Waking up the next morning, I kissed (y/n)’s forehead as she snuggled closer to me, making me chuckle. “Dove, I’ll order us some breakfast, okay? Well, more so brunch since it’s 10 already. What do you want to eat?” I asked, stroking her hair as I took the hotel phone to call room service
“Anything is alright, Nono. I ate so much the other day so let’s not order too much” (y/n) yawned which made me laugh
Once room service came, I got notified that the stylist along with hair & makeup were on their way since our “dinner” was at 5 pm and it was basically lunchtime by the time our food came. After taking turns to shower and get ready, our food arrives along with the styling team.
Because I had simpler makeup, I finished first and went to the bathroom to change as (y/n) finished getting her hair and makeup done. I wore a black suit with the jacket being a long coat that basically covered the rest of my clothing and my hair was rather slicked but had bangs to frame my face.
When I came out, I saw (y/n) just about finished with her hair and makeup and she absolutely looked breathtaking. I stood behind her as her hair & makeup team moved out of the way. “You look stunning, dove” I whispered, admiring her from the mirror, seeing her turning into the same shade as her blush
“Look who’s talking, Mr Ferragamo’s Brand Ambassador” (y/n) teased as I wrapped my arms around her shoulder, kissing the side of her temple
“Let me change, Jen. The stylist is gonna get angry” (y/n) mentioned, getting up and releasing my grip around her
“If they scold you, I’ll scold them back. No one scolds my girl when I’m around” I replied back as (y/n) went into the bathroom to get change
Not long after, she came out with a gorgeous white shirt and black vest with a flowy black skirt to match my black and white attire along with black boots and a small white and gold handbag. I held (y/n)’s free hand which she linked our fingers together and I let her do a little twirl as the photographer photographed our little moment together.
We took several more photos and then I took a commercial video for Ferragamo and afterwards we both thank all the staff for helping us get ready as we both headed out for dinner with Ferragamo.
Because I was the only one invited, I brought (y/n) as my plus one whereas the other members were on a lookout for the fraud group. Linking our hands together, we were on our way to the restaurant that Ferragamo had booked.
Arriving at the restaurant, I mentioned my name and the staff immediately directed us towards a more secluded yet decorative area. I felt (y/n)’s hand held mine a bit tighter which I know is because of her nervousness and social anxiety. Before going in, I took her hand and kissed her forearm, calming her down. “I’m here, dove. I’m not leaving you. I would never leave you knowing that you’re willing to come with me. Or, if you’re really nervous, we can ditch this fancy dinner and just grab some McDonalds?” I suggested but (y/n) just chuckled
“I’m okay. A. bit nervous but am alright now. The brand might be pissed if they know their global brand ambassador is out eating McDonalds instead of this dinner that was dedicated towards him” (y/n) reminded me, making me smile
Inside the room, I was immediately greeted by the Ferragamo staff and creative director of Ferragamo. Along with the basic greetings, I introduced (y/n) to them who all complimented about her beauty, making me smile with pride.
The both of us were then directed to the center of the long table right beside the creative director of Ferragamo and right as we were seated, the door opened to someone who I did not expect to see at all. Brad from that fraud group.
That fake smile of his as he introduced himself to everyone made my blood boil, my whole body tensed up that (y/n) had to calm me by rubbing my hand in her small ones. I know something was off because I don’t remember seeing Brad at any other events of Ferragamo that I have been to before.
“Jen, you alright? You look like you might kill someone” (y/n) asked as she placed her hand on mine
“I’m okay, dove” I reassured her, looking at her worried face. “Can you do me a favour?” I asked and she nodded. “I know it might be confusing but whatever happens, don’t interact with him. Don’t talk to him, don’t get close to him” I mentioned, looking over at Brad while (y/n) followed my gaze
“Please. Just this one time. Don’t question me, alright? That’s all I ask you just this one time” I mentioned and (y/n) just looked at me softly. “I won’t. I trust you. If you’re already using this tone and saying no then I know that you mean well. I won’t interact with him” (y/n) replied, making me sigh in relief and kissed her temple
Throughout dinner, I kept on eyeing Brad who sat further down the table but he just looked at me with this creepy smile that I wanted to punch so badly but I had to remember my mission especially since the Italian mafia were also here which I had to find because Taeyong-hyung only gave me some descriptions of the man and not an actual clear image of him.
Skimming through the room as we ate, I think I finally found the man that I was looking for. But because I was unsure of leaving (y/n) alone I waited for her but it seemed that she noticed about my eagerness to go somewhere.
“Jen, I’m not going to go anywhere. I don’t know anyone except for you. If you want to go see someone which I think you do, just go. I’ll be here, okay? Or even if I do go, I’d probably go to the bathroom” (y/n) mentioned, stopping her eating session
“Are you sure? I’m completely alright with waiting for you, dove” I replied but she shook her head. “I’m fine. Go, jen. Before you miss them” (y/n) ushered me which made me smile and kiss her head. “I’ll be right back, okay? Enjoy your dinner. I’ll have someone send over some dessert for you, alright?” I replied, kissing her head again and left to see if my intuition was correct about the Italian mafia.
Going up towards a tall older Korean male who was also wearing a custom Ferragamo suit but with a custom embroidery of the Italian mafia family by the cuffs. “Mr Cassano?” I asked as the man in the suit turned around and I finally noticed some of the other “guests” looking at us
“And you are?” the man asked, surprisingly in Korean
“Jeno. Lee Jeno. You are Mr. Cassano of the Cassano family, right?” I half-whispered so that not everyone can hear me
“Your leader told me that you were a smart and keen person. Looks like you are smarter than you look because I actually expected someone older but you have my respect” Mr Cassano replied, extending his hand and I took it to shake
The two of us then continued our conversation while I would look at (y/n) every now and then who was talking with the creative director. As our conversation got more serious, Mr. Cassano instructed me to follow him somewhere more private but I took a look at (y/n) who was still sitting so I decided to text her.
Me: “I’m going to talk with someone for a bit, are you still alright dove?”
(y/n): “Yeap, am alright. Just had a little sip of rose. I don’t like it though. I’m going to go to the toilet for a bit”
Me: “Alright, let me know if you need anything. And yea, looks like you still don’t like alcohol. I’ll have someone bring you some orange juice instead”
(y/n): “Thank you, Nono. I’ll be okay. I’ll be right back. If I’m not back in 5 minutes then I might be puking the alcohol out”
Me: “Don’t make me worry, Dove. I’ll come back and find you in 5 minutes”
Mr Cassano and I then went to a more private area of the restaurant to talk a bit more and just as I was about to mention Brad being here, there was a sudden power fuse making everyone in a panic state that I excused myself from Mr Cassano to check up on (y/n) in the bathroom yet I could sense someone coming to attack both me and Mr Cassano.
Grunting, I turned back and helped take down the mediocre group that was probably from Brad’s group yet didn’t kill them and even prevent any of Mr Cassano’s men from killing them.
“Why don’t you put them out permanently?” Mr Cassano questions as his men gathered the group
“Because my leader wants them alive and I very much would like to be present when they’re being questioned and perhaps even tortured for being a fraud and using our group’s name for their personal pleasure” I mentioned as Mr Cassano nodded in understanding
“Thank you for helping me. If you need any help, contact me” Mr Cassano mentioned, handing me his phone number
“If it’s alright, please send them over to South Korea to my leader first. I’ll deal with the ring leader” I asked and Mr Cassano nodded. “Done. Go find your girlfriend, kid” Mr Cassano mentioned and I bowed back out of respect before rushing to the bathroom to find (y/n).
Before going into the bathroom, I contacted my members to standby, help with the power fuse and guide everyone out of the restaurant.
“Jen, we’re already on our way and Renjun is working on the power fuse, what’s the situation?” Jaemin asked
“I took down some of Brad’s minions but I don’t see him or the 2 others that were with him during the race. I’m going to the bathroom to look for (y/n)” I replied
“Jen, wait for us, we’re almost there” Haechan exclaimed but I couldn’t care because I need to make sure that (y/n) was alright
Barging into the bathroom, I prepared my gun just in case anyone tried anything and at the slightest sound, I immediately pointed my gun towards it until I heard a shuffling sound. “(y/n)? Dove? Talk to me, love” I called out but there was no sound from her which made me grow worry
As I was about to check each of the stalls, I noticed a shadow from the mirror and instantly turned to fight against whoever it was that tried to sneak up on me. Noticing that the man held a syringe, I grabbed his wrists and made sure that he dropped the syringe before I kicked his legs from behind and pointed a gun towards his temple.
“Where is she?! Where did Brad go? Tell me or I’ll take my time to torture you” I growled but when the man didn’t say anything, I shot his kneecaps just enough so that he would feel the pain
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“Talk. Now. While I still have the patience with you” I demanded
“H-he drugged her. He’s, he’s taking her back to his hotel. W-we were supposed to drug you as well because he was salty that you won” the man finally talked and I hit him towards the wall to knock him out right as Haechan came in
“Jen…woaaaaa, d-did you?” Haechan asked. “No. Taeyong would punish me if I killed anyone tonight. He said that Brad took (y/n) to his hotel” I growled, putting my gun back in my pocket, making my way out to see that everyone had already left the restaurant
“Renjun…” I mentioned. “Heard you the first time you confronted him. Yangyang, Jaemin and Shotaro are on their way along with Jungwoo-hyung” Renjun replied
“Send me the address, my job isn’t done until I get Brad so I’m technically going to kill two birds with one stone. Well, without the killing at least” I mentioned and Renjun sent me the address
“You sure it’s a good idea? It could be an ambush” Haechan replied and I checked my phone for (y/n)’s location because her necklace had a tracker on it
“I’m getting my girlfriend and putting that no good of a fraud down. They’re still on their way. Which means I can catch up to them” I stated, taking off my coat as both me and Haechan head towards the back alley where Renjun is
“We’ll tail you from behind. Doyoung and Jaehyun-hyung are handling the Italian mafia to ensure everyone is out of the restaurant and create some sort of story about this incident. Taeyong-hyung also mentioned that the Italian mafia already has someone on their way to clean up the mess” Renjun stated as I changed into the nct mission gear
“I’ll be after Brad since Jaemin and the others are waiting at the hotel, I’m sure that Brad would take a detour and I don’t intend to lose my girlfriend or him” I stated as I put on my helmet and took some things before leaving the van and headed to one of our rented cars
Turning on the maps with the tracker, I placed my phone right on the stand and raced to where (y/n)’s tracker said it was. “Hang on, dove. I’m coming” I muttered, putting in the gears and racing off
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It didn’t take me long to get to where the tracker said it was because of the quiet street at night and because the police gave permission to let me pass due to my car’s plate number. I knew that Brad would be taking a detour because Jaemin mentioned that he and the others took care of the rest of his little minions. Stopping right in front of their moving car, they finally took a sharp turn to stop.
Getting out of my car, I shot every single one of the wheels to make sure that they couldn’t escape through their car before I could get through their door, the back door opened and it was Brad along with 2 of his friends who were holding an unconscious (y/n).
Seeing her unconscious figure made my blood boil so I pointed my gun towards Brad. “Let her go or I’ll shoot you myself” I mentioned
“Jeno, jeno, are you sure about that?” Brad chuckled, snapping his fingers and one of his men held a pocket knife right by (y/n)’s throat making my whole body tense but I analysed this situation multiple times before that I knew that I just needed to hold out long enough until my team came
“You’re a fucking coward you know that? Using an innocent girl to get to me? Man up and fight me without using a hostage. But that’s right, you can’t even man up and try to win the race on your own. You had to sabotage the other racers with illegal weapons that you got through abusing the NCT name which you clearly are not in” I ranted, not lowering my weapon one bit even when Brad had a tantrum
“Oh, so you think you’re part of that group? Look at you! Telling people that they can’t do shit but where the hell did you get those weapons and that car anyways? Maybe you’re also using the NCT name like me. Perhaps we are alike than you think” Brad scoffed, coming closer. “I mean, you and I have the same taste in women anyway. Sad that your girl is asleep, it would be more interesting when she’s awake, don’t you agree?” Brad tormented and I gave in because the next second, I punched that smirk off his face with my gun, beginning a long fistfight between the two of us.
Unlike Brad, I had proper combat training so I managed to dodge all of his attacks and landed quite a hard blow on his weak spots; his stomach, the back of his knee, his ankles and his chest (right below his lungs). It wasn’t long until his 2 minions abandoned (y/n) and came to help their little leader which didn’t turn out great for them either.
If Brad was the so-called leader of his group, then his minions were nothing to me. I was clearly on the winning streak with the amount of blows I managed to land on all three of them but when (y/n) slowly regained her consciousness is when I started to get a bit distracted; especially when she called out my name in a weak tone.
“Jeno…” I heard (y/n) uttered which made me stop and rushed towards her half-unconscious figure
“Dove?? Are you okay? What happened? Never mind that, let’s get you out of here, hmm?” I cooed, slowly trying to lift (y/n) and failed to notice a sneaky ambush behind me until I felt a sharp pain on my neck did I turned and elbowed one of Brad’s minions
“Jen….” (y/n) muttered, probably out of worry because she saw me holding onto my neck and taking out the syringe
“Just a minute, dove. I’m okay” I managed to utter, standing back up and actually knocking all three of them unconscious before whatever drug was injected into me actually took effect
Thankfully, my team arrived just in time right as I started to feel hot and my mind was a bit foggy with the only thought being getting (y/n) and leaving this place immediately.
“Jeno!!!” I heard Jungwoo-hyung exclaimed and helped support me
“(y/n), get her out of here and to our room” I uttered and Jungwoo-hyung asked Shotaro to help (y/n) as Yangyang made sure that the backup men get Brad and his minions into the car to be detained first.
After what felt to be the longest night I’ve ever had, we finally reached back to our hotel and I took (y/n) from Shotaro and brought her to our room as Jungwoo-hyung told me to rest as he get the sample of both mine and (y/n)’s blood from Renjun to find out what drug was in our system.
⚠️Trigger Warning! Skip if you're uncomfortable
Once I closed the door to our room, I laid (y/n) down on the bed as she was still practically unconscious while I felt that my body got hotter with every second passing, especially when I saw (y/n). All I could practically think was how I wanted to kiss her so badly and how I wanted to make the both of us feel better. But most importantly, how I wanted to rip all of our clothing and take her then and there which sounded more animalistic than my usual composed self.
Trying to snap myself out of this thought, I tried to go to the bathroom and shower to cool down but instead, it only made me feel even hotter than I already was. Grunting, I put my clothes on and hoped to just sleep off whatever this drug made me feel.
But as soon as I went over to the bed, all I could think was ruining (y/n). My mind and actions contradict each other and in the end, lust won over me and before I knew it, I was already hovering on top of (y/n) right as she slowly regained consciousness.
“J-jen?!” (y/n) exclaimed, her tone was scared which I didn’t like but my body took control over me and one of my hands took her hands, pinning them above her head as my other hand slowly pulled her vest off of her
“I’m sorry, I don’t know what’s gotten into me” I cried, trying to close my eyes but my whole body betrayed me right when I took off her vest and slowly unbuttoned her shirt while my lips made their way to her jawline down to her neck and on her collarbone as I heard (y/n) whimpered underneath me, making my shaft harder than it already is.
“Jennn….s-stoppp, please” (y/n) started to cry but for some reason it turned me on even more and right as I nearly unbuttoned her shirt, the door to our room was unlocked and I was pulled away by a strong grip around my neck
“Jeno, sorry about this” I heard Jaehyun-hyung mention and I saw Jaemin wrapping (y/n) with a blanket around her to cover her up before I passed out
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The next time I was awake, I was in a different room and was practically chained to the bed as I remembered the incident of the previous day, immediately trashing around, trying to figure out where the hell I was until I heard a familiar voice.
“Are you back to your normal self or are you horny like an animal going into heat?” Jaehyun-hyung asked and I grunted, hitting my head back on the pillow
“I’m okay, physically now. But I’m not mentally or emotionally okay until I see (y/n)” I grunted
“Not until I know that you’re actually not in the wrong state because you have to know that you hurt her and I don’t think that you want to hurt her anymore” Jaehyun-hyung stated
“How long was I out? Did Renjun manage to get me medicine or an antidote?” I asked, mentally cursing myself for hurting (y/n) in one of the worst ways possible
“You’ve been out for almost 12 hours, had to give you anesthesia ****to make sure that you wouldn’t wake up until Renjun had the proper medicine. Don’t worry about the fraud group, we already have them all. We’ll also be leaving back to South Korea tomorrow. Also, we’ve already injected you with the antidote. I was asking just to make sure that there isn’t any leftover effect” Jaehyun-hyung stated, opening all of the chains
“Where is she? Who’s with her? She’s not alone, right?!” I asked, eager to get out and find (y/n) to apologise for what I did
“Go shower first and regain your composure. You’re going to need it” Jaehyun-hyung suggested, handing me some clothing to shower
After showering and changing everything, Jaehyun-hyung finally allowed me to go back to my room and to see (y/n) which he said that the 00 liners are with her whereas Doyoung and Jungwoo-hyung were dealing with sending the fraud group back to South Korea.
“I’m not the best at giving advices like Taeyong does and I don’t want to come off as the cold senior but do know that we all would always look out for each other and help each other whenever the other messes up. But know that it wasn’t your fault. Yes, you hurt her but you didn’t really have a choice. Your drug made you wild and animalistic. You had no control over the lust that was controlling your body. (y/n) knows it too and I doubt she’d blame you for what happened. Don’t hurt yourself over what already happened. That’s all I can advise” Jaehyun-hyung rambled, opening the door to our room as the others looked at me and bid their farewell to (y/n) who was sitting on the bed
“She’s not angry. She’s just overwhelmed” Jaemin whispered, patting my shoulder as everyone left me with (y/n)
I slowly walked towards (y/n) who was calling out to me but I kept my head hung low because I felt that I didn’t deserve to see her after what I had done. Instead, my legs gave up and I was kneeling in front of her feet by the bed which confused her but I didn’t let her say anything until I let out everything that I was feeling.
“I’m sorry, dove. I’m so fucking sorry. I ruined everything. I hurt you. I did something without your consent. I traumatised you in every way possible. I got you into a mess and instead of being the knight and shining armour, I was worse than the villain. You might forgive me or not it’s fine because I would never forgive myself for what I did. Getting you into the mess was one thing. Getting you drugged, kidnapped and nearly raped you is something that will forever haunt me and I don’t deserve to face you after what I did” I cried out, my bangs covering my blurry sight from her
“Jen….please look at me. I, I’m not angry, Jen. I, I was scared if anything. Not scared of what you might do to me but scared of what happened to the Jeno that I’ve known and fallen for. I was scared that my Jeno would be gone. I’m scared that my Jeno would just leave instead of fighting because I know that you didn’t mean what happened. You didn’t go too far, Jen. I know you were resisting. Please, just don’t leave me. I don’t want my Nono to leave” (y/n) cried out, her hands cupped my face as I felt my body tense
Not being able to look away from her for too long, I eventually looked up to see (y/n) who was crying as well. Her wrists were still red from what I did along with her neck that I accidentally marked. Slowly, I stood back up and cupped her face in mine.
“How, how can you want me back after what I did? Whether I was under the drug influence or not, I still hurt you. I nearly did something so animalistic without your consent. I’ve tainted you and I’m giving you a chance to leave me to find someone better. I failed to protect you” I uttered, my hands were shaking
“No one could ever replace you, Jen. You resisted, I know you did” (y/n) replied. “I tried to resist but clearly I failed. What if my friend didn’t come and pulled me back? What if I went too far? Would you still want me?” I asked, my eyes were on her mark as if it was a mockery towards what kind of person I became
“It wasn’t you. You’re not to blame, Jeno. You still protected me, remember? You promised that if you weren’t there to protect me, you would send someone you know and trust to do so, even if it is against you. Even when you couldn’t, you still did, Jeno. Why can’t you see that? Why can’t you see how much I trust and love you? If I leave you, you won’t be okay and neither will I knowing that you keep beating yourself up. You’ve taken care of me, let me return the favour” (y/n) rambled, standing up and bringing me closer to her
“If I ever, somewhere down the line, ever hurt you like this again. Be it physically, mentally or emotionally. Whether I’m conscious or under influence. Kill me. I’d rather die in your arms knowing that at least the woman I love is finally free of me and I would never love anyone else even in my next life than live my life knowing that I’m the sole reason for all those bad memories and scars. Promise me you’d do that and continue to live your life” I half-whispered, shakily holding her hands that were on my face
“It won’t ever come to that. I know that you will always have a backup plan. And I doubt your friends/members would allow you to go that far after today. Now can we please enjoy our last day while we can?” (y/n) half-joked, making both of us chuckle and I nodded, allowing her to take the lead and kiss me this time. A kiss to our new year as a couple and a reminder to remember and learn of our past to live our life in the present and better ourselves for the future.
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Seoul, South Korea - 1:27 am
The sound of loud heavy boots echoed throughout the hallway up until the room where NCT would keep those who have wronged them and many other innocent people. A room that is meant for those to remember of their past, atone for themselves in the present and perhaps get another chance for the future.
“I swear, they’re just pretending to be asleep at this point. It’s been 16 hours since they landed and I know for a fact that Jeno didn’t kill them” Haechan grunted. “I mean look, they’re breathing completely fine”
“We can’t act rashly, remember that time Zennie noona was captured by a mole and opposing gang? Taeyong-hyung was ready to kill anyone if he didn’t get the chance to be satisfied first” Hendery reminded the younger one
“Plus, wouldn’t Jeno would want to do it himself even if they’re not awake yet?” Yuta questioned
“Well, we’re only going to be splashing some ice-cold water on their face or maybe just nail their hands onto the chair. We’re not actually going to kill them. Just to make sure they’re awake for what’s actually coming” Haechan suggested
“Then do it, Haechan” Taeyong stated, the sound of his boots along with Mark, Kun, Ten, Johnny and Chenle’s followed right behind him
“H-hyung…I, I was just joking about the nailing part” Haechan chuckled dryly as his leader walked towards the entire group of frauds
“Well, I’m not. Wake them up by whatever means necessary. Just avoid any of their vital parts. Safe that for Jeno” Taeyong instructed, slowly backing away to allow the playful member to do what he does best
“Welp, you heard the leader” Haechan shrugged, slightly grazing the nail over Brad’s arm which made the tied man scream
“WAITTT!! STOPPP!! WE’RE AWAKE. WE’RE AWAKE” Brad screamed but his voice only echoed within the room
“Ahh, looks like the clown is finally awake now” Haechan chuckled, a sinister smirk forming on his face as Brad and his members nervously took in at the situation they were in
“W-WE CAN TALK ABOUT THIS? RIGHT?! WE DIDN’T ACTUALLY HURT ANYONE. ISN’T IT ILLEGAL TO HURT SOMEONE WHO ISN’T FULLY GUILTY?” Brad tried to reason as Taeyong sat on his chair in front of all the weapons laid out and his members were surrounding Brand and his members
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“Illegal? You really want to talk about what’s legal and not? With me?” Taeyong scoffed
“I, I mean, isn’t, isn’t NCT as a whole basically illegal? My parents wouldn’t sit tight knowing their son, the only heir to their company is gone missing” Brad rambled as all the NCT members laughed and giggled but stopped at Taeyong’s hand command
“Ahh, your parents. Right. Your dad is also a fraud who fakes his business by killing his rival whereas your mom, is another fraud who sells fake luxury items to people while she gets to live the luxury? Don’t worry, mommy and daddy will reunite with you soon. Since clearly the entire family seems to be rotten to the core” Taeyong stated, making Brad quiver in fear
“Not technically guilty, huh? You misused our name just because no one knows who the actual members are except for me, Mark of DREAM and Kun of WayV. Not only did you misuse our name for your personal pleasure, you tried to cheat at an international grand prix, you sabotaged other racer’s cars, nearly made one of my core members get into an accident which you became salty when he won and proceeded to drug his girlfriend and himself yet you still want to talk about not being actually guilty? To my face?!” Taeyong growled, pushing himself off his seat and made his way in front of Brad
“I-it was a mistake. I know that now. Taeyong. I mean Sir? Please don’t kill me” Brad begged
“Does living really mean something to you?” Taeyong questioned, raising his eyebrow
“Y-yes. I promise I will atone for what I did. I’ll go to jail and reflect on what I’ve done” Brad pleaded
“What are you pleading for?” Taeyong asked again, this time he went behind Brad and patted his shoulders. “I’m not going to let you die. I’m not that heartless to let you and your little gang here die” Taeyong chuckled as Brad and his members also chuckled. “But I didn’t say anything about letting him have his way with you” Taeyong added right as the door opened and Jeno, Jaemin and Yangyang came into the scene making Brad and his members whimper in fear
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“Killing you is far too easy and frankly, I don’t have the mercy to do that. You’ll all pay for what you did. To my members, to my group’s name, to me, to my girlfriend. And especially what you made me do to her. I’ll make you regret what you did. How about we start by drugging you with the same thing you drug me and not letting you cum in anyway possible while I take my sweet time in making sure you remember about your sins here” Jeno growled, putting on his glove
A/N: well, this took a lot out of me :)) 11k words. My longest fanfic so far but I hope that everyone enjoyed reading it T^T I've missed writing these kind of fics because I become so into and invested into the storytelling but I hope that it was just as enjoyable as I wrote it. Stay safe and healthy and hopefully I'll be back for another fic (preferably a Jaemin one cause man is getting buffed to quick) xoxo Vinet
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daegall · 5 months
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☆ late night company.
➷ in which the Gods give you a shit day, and Aphrodite makes up for it.
pairing: son of poseidon!jeno x daughter of ares!reader
genre: hurt comfort, fluff, slight angst, bff2l!AU
warnings: anxiety, injuries, reader is implied to be female!!
word count: 4k words
a/n: sorry if any opla readers get this i just suddenly got the urge to write for mr lee jeno bc <3 jeno tee hee !! also wtf this work has been sitting in my drafts for a whole 8 days i wanted to post it SO bad but i went out of country and didnt have my laptop </33
anw!!! bros the sunflower of 3 years is now jeno biased,,,, sorry hyuck i still love you
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You feel your heart continuously spiraling in your chest. It's growing wild, crashing heartbeats uneven and quick. With every breath you breathe, you feel a dark, nervous pit in your stomach grow. 
Anxiety. 
One place you never fail to find yourself at when you're feeling especially weak, is none other than by the river. Oftentimes you spend your time skipping rocks or staring at the water, the tranquility bringing some kind of peace to you. 
However, none of those things seem to help tonight. 
You sit on the dock, playing and fiddling nervously with your fingers as your mind runs too fast for your liking. 
"You're on my property,"
A sudden voice to your right startles you, more than you'd like, yelping in surprise. 
And at your reaction, the person next to you instantly knows something is wrong.
It's Lee Jeno, son of Poseidon, heartthrob of all of Camp Half Blood. 
Someone who's stolen your heart.
Jeno stands there with a boyish smile on his face, a glint in his eyes shows no harm, though shines with charm. His hair is messy, which is normal for this late hour, but he seems as awake as ever. 
He's a big reason why you're in this state, and it seems to get worse and better at the same time as you observe his expressions. His eyebrows crease, in worry, lips that were previously smiling quickly transforming into a worried frown.
"Sorry," You mumble, frantically standing up. "I didn't realize,"
How did it even slip your mind? You're by the lake, he's the son of the God of the Seas, of course you're in his area. 
Before you can take a step forward, Jeno halts you, "No!" he reaches out with a hurry laced in his voice. "No, please stay,"
He could never forgive himself if he were to leave you alone in such a state. It's clear you're vulnerable. And for you to be just the slightest bit disturbed is a bad sign.
You've always been calm, composed, even in the heat of a battle, you were always so sure of yourself. Seeing you here, so oblivious about everything, your mind drifted somewhere far? Jeno can't help but worry.
"O-oh, okay," You nod, before awkwardly retracting your foot, taking it back right next to your other one. 
It's silent a moment after, with neither of you knowing what to say. All that can be heard is the quiet waves rippling through the lake, and the soft bristling of the trees brushing against each other. 
God, Jeno looks really cute tonight. 
It's rare to find him outside of his armor, paired with his sword, gifted from his father, and shield, looking fit for the title of a demi-god, and yet tonight you see him so human. He sports a bomber jacket, a random band t-shirt underneath, and a pair of basketball shorts. 
To put it simply, Lee Jeno looks very boyfriend material right now. 
To him as well, you look different from what you're usually looking like on a daily basis. Just like him, you look human. But in a different way. Once again, you look vulnerable. There's an obvious nervous glint in your eyes, unfocused and darting everywhere, and your form shrinks with every moment that passes, arms hugging to yourself. 
"Are you okay?" 
Jeno's voice is comforting, gentle, and yet it still manages to startle you. 
Why are you so uneasy tonight?
You don't respond. Your mouth opens, but nothing comes out. A moment passes, then another, but you can't seem to find your words. 
"No," You breathe out. In an instant, you feel your body relax when the truth finally comes out, relaxing further when Jeno seems to be unbothered by the fact, reaching out to you. 
You accept his offer, stepping closer to him, your fast heartbeat finally slowing when his hands gently search for comfort in yours, his thumbs rubbing gently at your skin. 
"I'm not okay,"
"I know,"
And when Jeno looks into your eyes, he doesn't think anything could hurt him more than this. He's been in countless battles, earned multiple injuries and scars, but there's a different kind of hurt when he sees the tears forming at your waterline. 
"Can you explain?" You find solace in his warm touch, following as he tugs at your arm. A silent invitation to his cabin. You don't pull away. Jeno glances at you for an answer, smiling softly when you nod simply. 
You can't explain it, but there's a feeling you have whenever you're around Lee Jeno. It's comforting, gentle, and you feel that you can be genuinely vulnerable around him. 
You think it's love. 
You date it back to last summer, when you had defeated him in a small spar together. Despite you winning, he was the one smiling brighter. It confused you at first. You thought maybe he was making fun of you, maybe he let you win, but a moment later, you realized it was admiration. 
The way his smile caused your own had your heart lifting, filling your head with thoughts you never thought you'd have for anyone.
When you went to Jaemin, son of Aphrodite, he thought you were dumb at first. How could you not see it? Lee Jeno had been harboring feelings for you for weeks, and finally, you felt the same. 
And just 2 weeks ago—13 days and 12 hours ago, to be exact, Jeno confessed his feelings. 
Feeling terrified and confused about what to do, you asked for time, time in which he gave you generously. 
You don't know why he's still nice to you, when you've been taking so damn long to answer him. 
You suppose he really does love you, you conclude it when he's taken you to sit with him on a couch. 
The cabin is quiet, so very quiet, it's a nice change from your cabin, full of life and busy people running left and right, with crafting tables in every corner, you like how quiet it is. 
Jeno sits patiently next to you, his hands still in yours. "How are you feeling now?"
You peer up at him, attempting to blink your tears away. "Better," You sigh, smiling lightly. It's natural, and unlike your usual bold smile, but Jeno feels absolutely lucky to be able to see it. 
"Will you tell me what's wrong?"
He means no harm, simply wanting to help you, but it still confuses you. How could he be so caring towards you?
You answer him, despite your mixed emotions, quietly mumbling, "I've just had a really shit day." Your head turns away from him, almost embarrassingly, pursing your lips.  
Jeno's hand releases from yours, and although you instantly miss its warmth, his fingers find itself caressing at your jaw lovingly, before he turns your head back to him. He looks at you with care, so lovingly that it almost overwhelms you, as he speaks, "Tell me about it,"
Something about Lee Jeno just makes you want to melt, to depend fully on him and be loved, to love him. It scares the shit out of you. 
"I lost a sparring," You mumble. Jeno can't help but chuckle a little. To others, losing a practice battle is routine, everyday, but it means so much to you it makes him feel proud of how passionate you are. 
However, there's something you're not telling him. He can feel it. 
"And then?"
"And then my siblings were constantly at my neck because of it."
Truth be told, it's not just today's battle. You've been off for 2 whole weeks, and for good reason. 
But feeling this way... it feels so foreign to you. You hate that Jeno has such a hold on you, such an effect on you, plaguing your mind and constantly being reminded of him from the smallest things, it's new. 
But another part of you longs for more, for more change, to explore this new thing, to be happy with Jeno. 
"I feel weak," You tell him. You feel even weaker when he hums in understanding, feeling the warmth of his fingers caress your skin. His hand is still on your jaw, now wiping away the stray tears you didn't even realize you had let slip, oh so gently and carefully. 
"I'm supposed to be strong, like my siblings, like my father. But I can barely control my emotions and actions and sometimes I just feel so... useless? I'm Ares’ daughter, for fucks sake. The God of war. I-I should be able to fight with no problem, win every fight. Isn't that what I was made for?" 
You can sense Jeno's growing concern, you can feel it with each hush he lets out when you cry a little harder, you can feel it now that he's let both of your hands go to cup dearly at your cheeks, and you hate that you yearn for more. 
Why must you appear so weak in front of Lee Jeno? 
"I know it's just my emotions and whatnot, but... god, I don't want to disappoint people anymore,"
Jeno shakes his head, squeezing gently at your cheeks. "Don't say that. You don't disappoint anyone,"
"I disappoint my father—I disappoint myself." You say instantly, and it's clear it's a thought you've had for a long time. "I disappoint you..."
Jeno's eyes desperately search for yours, his face leaning in close to yours. "Hey, hey, look at me,"
His voice lulls you to a calmer state, as he shakes his head lightly, and despite all that you've said, how much of a burden you've been to him, he smiles at you. How can he smile at you? When you've been nothing but so frustrating tonight? 
"You could never disappoint anyone," Jeno mumbles firmly, stroking at your cheek. "not me, at least,"
For months on end, Jeno has watched you beat yourself up for the smallest things you do wrong. A small mistake during a spar, tactics failing in a game of capture the flag, even when you get the date wrong you never cease to criticize yourself.
You've got high expectations. Expectations even you yourself can't reach. 
"Don't you see? I'm disappointing you right now," You breathe out. It's full of anguish, distress, as if to prove a point. A point that Jeno can never see. "I'm being such a burden, you shouldn't even have to take care of me—"
"—I want to take care of you." Jeno interjects immediately. "I need to know you're safe. I don't care if you think you're a burden, because I know you will never be one."
Through your sniffling, and wobbly lips, a smile is somehow curling on your lips, as your hands creep up to circle around Jeno's wrists. 
"There's that smile," He whispers, with the brightest grin you might ever see, a smile even Apollo, the God of sun and light could never beat. 
Jeno leans in close, before he presses his lips gently to your cheek, cleaning you of your tears. Each kiss he leaves on your skin spreads warmth within you, like a fire growing bigger and bigger, until it consumes your whole soul.
This time, you welcome the fire, finally feeling secure within Jeno's arms. 
What have you been so worried about? Lee Jeno may be oblivious at times, but he's not dumb. He's genuine, he's caring and loving and he's the same person who confessed his love for you 13 days ago, the same heart, the same mind, the same Jeno. 
So, you fall into him. You don't care if it's terrifying, or if you have a few bumps on the way, because Jeno is your safetynet. He always has been, and will always continue to be your safetynet. 
You just hope Jeno feels the same for you. 
You're brought back to reality when Jeno pecks lightly at your nose, his laugh resonating through the room right after he sees your shocked face. 
"You know I like you, right?"
You've known for 13 days and 12 hours. Even with all that time to process his confession, it's like he's saying it for the first time, as he holds your face dearly, as he stares into your eyes with so much emotion, it almost overwhelms you. He says it as if he means it. 
And he does. 
"I know," You know with all your heart. You melt when he smiles sweetly down at you, your throat burning with the urge to tell him that you like him too, hell you might even love him. Your fingers tingle, yearning for his touch, your heart burning for him. But he doesn't deserve it. Not after how long you made him wait for a response. 
You don’t understand how Jeno could ever look at you the way he is right now, his eyes shining with such a dear look in them, his lips curling lightly. You know you look like a mess, with your puffy eyes and wet cheeks, how could anyone see the worst side of you and still love you?
You suppose it’s the pressure you get from all your tough siblings, standards way too high for you to reach, but you know you would feel the same if Jeno was crying in your arms as well. 
“Good.” He mumbles. “It won’t change.”
A sensation hits you. Your heart jumps and you feel all of a sudden breathless. No amount of tears could take this much air from your lungs, and it’s not anxiety filling them. This time… it’s a warm feeling, it swirls and spreads all through you as Jeno continues. 
“I know what you’re thinking, Y/N, that I would stop liking you just because you didn’t answer me. But that’s not true,” He shakes his head, stroking at your cheeks as he scoots closer to you. His voice grows softer, but with the distance between you two, he’s never been clearer before. “I’ll wait for you. Forever, if I have to.”
Lee Jeno has you hypnotized, and you wonder if this is what sirens are like, because he’s all that you want suddenly, you feel so dizzy and hazed with… love. You love him, goddamn it, and he loves you too. 
“Just… take your time, okay? I want your answer to come from you, your heart. Not from your siblings, or father, or even me. I want your truth,”
And your truth is him. It stupid to think, but you truly do think that you were made to be with Lee Jeno. 
When he pulls away, and finally gives you some (very unwanted) space, you decide to tell him. 
“Jeno,” You breathe out. You’re sure the sounds of waves outside his window can easily beat your volume, but you’re more sure Jeno hears you, as his eyebrows shoot up instantly, and he hums, leaning in close. He’s always so tentative to you, you’ve always loved this trait about him. 
“It’s been two weeks–”
“–I said you don’t need to–”
“–I want to,”
This time, it’s him who goes speechless, and you can almost see the pink in his cheeks growing under the dark light of his cabin. “Go on,” He finally says. 
“Thank you,” You reply. “As I was saying, it’s been two weeks, and I’m ready to give you my answer.”
Jeno’s shocked when you reach over, fingers brushing over his, as you take his hands in yours. “I’ve… always been held under some sort of expectation, always being watched, waiting for some victory, and I hated it. I still do,”
Jeno’s heart softens, as does his eyes as he listens, knowing very well what you are talking about. You’ve isolated yourself countless times when you are unable to reach the expectations, afraid to show anyone emotion. 
“and god, did I want to give up. I’m sick of my siblings always picking at my every flaw, judging every step I take. I felt trapped. But you… you’re the opposite. I feel so free around you, it scares the shit out of me. I think about you constantly, day and night, when I’m training or just reading a book, every tiny thing reminds me of you and it’s honestly scary. And you have no expectations for me, it was confusing at first, but I understand now. I don’t have any for you, either. I love how competitive you are, and how you’re still so humble despite being a child of one of the big three’s, and how you take care of everyone, even people you don’t know, and hell–I find your lame jokes funny. I never minded when you’d watch over me, if anything, I loved it. And I was confused what it was at first,”
You suck in a deep breath, shutting your eyes, Your heart beats loud in all your senses, you feel it rising at your throat, tingling at your fingers that Jeno caresses, but it’s okay. It’s Jeno, he could never hurt you.
“But I know now.” Your eyes flutter open, and in a second, your nerves fly away. Jeno’s looking at you with so much love, patiently waiting for you to finish, so you do. 
“I like you, Jeno. I might even love you,”
You both grow silent after that. 
Once again, you grow anxious. 
Holy shit, did he lose feelings in the span of your 2 minutes spent ranting to him?
And when you’re about to lose all hope of an acceptance, Jeno’s fingers tighten around yours the moment they attempt to slip away. 
Alarmed, your eyes slowly trail back up to his face, unable to read his expressions. 
Jeno sighs. “Say it again?”
“The… the whole thing? I mean, I could,” You mumble. You’re serious. You could recite the whole thing if he wanted word-by-word, you’d do anything for Lee Jeno right now. 
When he doesn’t say a word, you suspect it’s what he’s genuinely asking for, clearing your throat to start over once again. “right, okay, uh… how did I start?”
Suddenly, you realize that you are not capable of reciting the whole thing word-by-word. It had all come out with its own flow, you had absolutely no control of your mind, nor did you even think you’d have to say the whole thing again. 
Despite that, you still try. “Um–I was always told I had expectations… is that what I said? I don’t know, I don’t really remember. Just something about um, feeling trapped, or something… and feeling free around you? Is that… I think that’s what I said.”
Stupidly, you keep going, knowing fully well that you can’t repeat the deep and touching moment. Jeno finds it so very endearing that you try, however, unable to find it in himself to actually stop you, when you look so cute holding onto his hands and trying to remember your words. 
“Whatever, it doesn’t matter, but after that I said something about, uh, you being a child of Poseidon? God, I can barely remember. Anyway, you’re cool, Jeno, you really are–”
Suddenly, your mouth clamps shut. A warmth envelops your chin, lips, to your cheeks, before you realize Lee Jeno has his hand covering your mouth, shutting you up. You’re surprised to see a grin on his lips, even more so when he starts chuckling, taking his hand off to ruffle it gently on the top of your head. “Not that part,” He finally says. 
“Then… which part?” The way you look at him, Jeno almost thinks you’re doing it all on purpose. Your eyes shining just for him, your confused scrunch on your eyebrows, how could he ever fall more in love with you?
“You love me?”
Oh. That part. 
“...yeah,” You breathe out, growing shy. It takes you a moment, before you remember his words. 
Say it again.
“I think I’m in love with you, Jeno,”
At your words, he seems to grow tense, but it’s different from all the sparring matches you’ve had with him. He has a huge smile on his face, his eyes creasing into little moons, moons in which you love, the smile that you long to see everyday. How did it take you so long to decide you love him?
“I think I’m in love with you too, Y/N.”
“Okay, cool,” You nod, attempting to act cool. The Gods know how you really feel, your heart beating as fast as ever, shit eating grin growing on your face as his hands slip in yours once more, as you lean into him. “that’s super cool,”
“mhm, yeah, really epic,” Jeno mirrors your attitude, you can tell he’s growing shy. You know from the way his voice dies down a little, growing small with mumbles, you know from the way he curls his body slightly, but he’s still as confident as ever, bumping his forehead with yours. 
You chuckle at the action, shutting your eyes to savor the moment. 
At that moment, you both silently thank Aphrodite, for guiding the both of you here, right now. 
Your eyes open once again, and you find Jeno already staring at you. You offer him a smile, one that he welcomes, and returns with his own bright grin. His mouth opens slightly for a moment, but nothing comes out. Jeno blinks, thinking hard to himself. 
You wonder what he could be thinking about, but before you could wonder more, or even ask what’s on his mind, he speaks. 
“Can I… kiss you?”
You chuckle lightly at his words, bringing your forehead away from his as your head throws back in soft laughter. Albeit confused, Jeno still watches, his heart burning with every laugh you let out. 
“You know you don’t have to ask, right?” You finally say as you stop laughing. “Go ahead,”
Jeno smiles, and his face is so close to yours that he could smile against your own. Your noses brush, eyes slowly shutting, and his warm lips envelop yours. It feels tender, soft, gentle, and loving, his hands wrapping slowly around your waist. Kissing Jeno is different from what you’ve always thought kissing him would be like. It’s comforting, not rushed. It’s welcoming, it feels like home, where you’ve always belonged. 
Jeno feels the exact same thing, his lips curling and shifting between yours as your hands hold dearly at his jaw, caressing at his skin. 
When you pull away, all that resonates through the Poseidon cabin is your shallow breathing, and sounds of the soft waves hitting shore, and it couldn’t be more perfect. In Jeno’s arms, worrying about nothing, thinking about nothing but him. 
“Stay the night?”
“What?”
Jeno’s eyes widen as he realizes his abrupt words, his mouth gaping. “N-no! Not like that!”
You both know it’s not like that. You find it cute that he still says it, anyway. 
“I-I mean, your siblings upset you, right? You don’t want to go back to your cabin–unless you want to! Of course, it’s your choice, completely,”
And they say chivalry is dead. 
All you can do is continue to stare at him as he goes on and on, admiring the way his cheeks grow red, and his rushed words, you wonder if this is how Jeno felt when you ranted before. 
“I, personally, don’t want you going somewhere you don’t feel safe in, you know? With people who have hurt you. We could just hang out, talk, or something. I can show you a bunch of stuff my dad left for m–”
This time, Jeno’s shocked, blinking at you as your hand envelops his lips to halt his ranting.
“I’d love to stay over,” You mumble, dropping your hand from his face. “you’re the only one I feel safe with right now,” 
Jeno finally grins, feeling love resonate through his body, reaching out to place his palm on your cheek. The love spreads and multiplies as you lean into his palm, like a disease, but you know if that was the case you would have been infected for a long time already. 
“...so can I check out Poseidon’s trident?”
“Oh, for sure. That thing’s huge.”
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mwahaechz · 5 months
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warnings : suggestive, no actual smut but implications.., band!jeno, cocky!jeno, big ego!jeno, HANDS, hand kink, breeding kink, reader has a thing for jeno’s hands (so do i TT), slight praise kink, slight size difference kink, jeno wears a chain 🫣, sub!reader, dom!jeno, petnames; reader; baby, princess, pretty, my love,; jeno; puppy
P . JENO X FEM!READER
i hope u guys like this its very different from the usual fluffy stuff i write but i js wanna test the waters before i post my actual jeno oneshot TT
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one thing about jeno was that he loved the way you would mindlessly play with his large and veiny hands, trailing your pretty and delicate fingers up and down his fingers. another thing he loved to see was you moaning and whimpering as those same fingers pleasured you so perfectly.
“j-jeno..” you would mewl out softly as he whispered all those dirty words into your ears, telling you how he would love to fill you up over and over again as he makes you unravel all in the palm of his hand. your pretty, glossy eyes staring up at him, a silent plea for him to keep going.
“baby…” he leaned down to kiss you as his white gold chain dangled and made contact with your warm skin, making you shiver and have goosebumps at the foreign temperature. “look at you.. so pretty… all dumb on my fingers, hm?”
you nod dumbly, staring up at him with your pretty doe eyes once more. he coos and curls his fingers, pressing right against your g-spot as you let your mouth fall open into a silent moan.
“words, pretty,” he mumbles, pressing open mouthed kisses to your neck and the conjunction between your neck and collarbone.
“mngh… mhm… dumb on your fingers..” you mumble, one of your hands holding jeno’s free hand as the other one continues to rub and ram against your clit and g-spot.
he smirks and speeds up his actions, mumbling even more dirty words into your ears. “god, princess,” he curses as he ruts against the bed pathetically, wishing he was inside you instead. “cant wait to cum inside you.. fill you up and keep you all nice and warm.. gonna fucking breed you..”
you whimper loudly at his dirty words, feeling that familiar knot in your stomach start to tighten the more he toys with your velvety walls. you start to go cross eyed the more he continues to toy with you, thighs squeezing around him, yet all he does is speed up his ministrations even more and glue his forehead onto yours.
“there we go, my love.. c’mon.. cum for me..” he whispers against your skin as you clench around his fingers tightly, eyes shut and hips lifting off the large bed as he praises you for being such a good girl. he slowly takes out his fingers as you whimper at the sudden feeling of emptiness after having his fingers in you for most of the day, whether it be just to keep you full or play with you.
“you did so good for me, baby..” he kisses you sweetly before lapping at his fingers and moaning in delight at the sweet taste of your liquids on his tongue.
you whine loudly at his actions and jut your lower lip into a pout, eyes glossy. “puppy..”
he giggles before humming and kissing you. “now i think its time for my fun, pretty..”
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jishyucks · 2 months
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Desk Deliveries — ljn
‣ pairing: lee jeno x reader
‣ genre: fluff, implied f2l/coworkers-to-lovers, secret admirer au, office!au
‣ wc: 5.6k
‣ summary: When gifts start appearing on your work desk on December 1st, you have no choice but to hunt down the man who’s been planting them. And with only 7 men on the floor, this shouldn’t be difficult… Right?
‣ warnings: nothing really?, cliche-ish ending, a lot of dialogue (I gotta get this story goingggg)
‣ an: jeno’s wooooo, honestly easier to write than I thought but it’s wayyyy longer than I wanted it to be (I keep underestimating? myself), I just hope it’s up to my own standards lmaooo, but hopefully u guys enjoy!
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DECEMBER 1
Desk Delivery!
Starting today, consider your desk a treasure trove of surprises.
‘Tis the season of giving, after all, and your radiant presence in the office deserves to be celebrated.
Each gift is carefully chosen, a small reflection of the little things I love about you. I hope they bring a smile to your face and add a sprinkle of magic to your December days.
Stay curious, 
Your Secret Admirer (or would Secret Santa fit the season?)
You almost laugh out loud, blinking at the note sitting on your desk. This must be a joke, right? 
“What is that?” Karina digs her chin into your shoulder, reading the note from behind you.
“Some joke,” you reply, letting her pluck the card from your fingertips. 
She pouts, “But it’s cute!”
“I didn’t say it wasn’t,” you counter, taking the card back.
“I just don’t believe it’s real.”
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DECEMBER 3
Today, you arrive at the office greeted with a small, neatly wrapped cube on your desk and you’re beginning to think that the message you were given on the 1st wasn’t a joke and that, whoever it was, was being serious.
You glance around the office to see if any of your coworkers were present, but you seemed to be the first one there. Your brows furrow, carefully sliding the box toward you before ripping the wrapping paper. 
You use your office scissors to slice the tape open, and then once you are sure you can open the box to see what was in it, you take a deep breath in. You push the box away from you so it’s at arm’s length, afraid that something was going to pop out when you lift the flaps open. Counting to three in your head, you ready your fingers to lift the covers after the third count.
Fully expecting there to be fake snakes of some sort, you were met with nothing (thankfully). You pull the box back and peek in to find a mug and a card. Your brows furrow, pulling the card out first. 
I know how much you love that mug of yours, Y/N…
But it’s time to retire that broken one.
Got you a new one. Hope you like it! 
Your Secret Admirer 
You can’t help but giggle at the tone of the writer, placing the card down before going for the mug. You’ve been teased maybe once or twice for using a mug with no handle, mostly because you’ve been complaining about how the edges of the glass edges left behind by the absent handles had been poking at your palm.
Carefully, you fish the cup out of the box, making sure you won’t drop and shatter the present before you can even use it, and you use your other hand to pull the box off. And when you finally get a good look at the mug, you laugh out loud, bringing it up to eye level to get a good look at it. 
It was the exact same mug you already have been using, the only difference was that this one actually had a handle.
You were so caught up in your present that you didn't notice Karina approaching you, “Morning, smiley face.”
“Huh?” you blink at her, confused.
“I would take a picture of you right now, but I’m too lazy,” she huffs, “But you’re smiling like a child on Christmas Day.” Karina blatantly points at your face, “Who’s got you smiling like that?”
You shrug but gesture to the card and the mug, “I don’t think that first one was a joke…”
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DECEMBER 4
“Hey! Hey, Y/N!” 
You hear someone call your name, but you don’t actually hear it. It was sort of like background noise to your thoughts, entering one ear and leaving the other. 
“Y/N! Hey!” 
Then, you feel something rough hit the side of your face and you realize that Karina was peeking over the wall of her cubicle and into yours.
“What the fuck do you want!” you whisper. You pick up the balled-up scrap paper she had thrown before throwing it back to her, “I’m trying to work!” 
She dodges the ball with ease, head briefly disappearing then reappearing, “Do you have any candidates for who your secret admirer could be?” 
Karina was speaking a little bit too loud for your liking, so you gestured for her to come closer. She doesn’t hesitate to leave her workspace to enter yours, sitting down on an empty spot on your desk, “So? Candidates?”
You shake your head, “Barely. I was only able to pick out that the writing is a guy’s writing because the girls have neat writing… Other than that, I have nothing.” 
The two letters sitting on your desk were your only explicit clues. Then, you had the thing with the mug, but everyone knew of your broken mug. So really, it was just the handwriting that you had as insight. 
“Okay, so it’s a guy…” Karina hums. She stretches her neck to glance around the office, “And there’s only like… seven? It wouldn’t be difficult to eliminate some of them.” She picks up your two cards to examine the cards. You can see her eyes move back and forth between the letters, pressing her lips into a thin line. “It’s not Renjun.” 
“Huh? How do you know that?” 
“He handwrites,” Karina states, “Like straight-up longhand writing. So it’s not him.” 
“How do you know he’s not just changing up his writing so it’s not obvious?” you narrow your eyes. 
Karina laughs, “Okay, you have a point, but let’s just say that he’s out temporarily, to make it easier on us. In the case that everyone else is out, then it’s Renjun.” 
You don’t notice the way your face scrunches up, your facial features pushing in toward your nose. 
“Hey, what’s with the face?” Karina’s head tilts to the side. It takes a beat and a half before she realizes, “Wait, you don’t want it to be Renjun, do you?” 
You don’t answer, mostly because you didn’t want to outright say that you didn’t want Renjun to be your admirer—no offense to him. Renjun was a great guy, but he wasn’t someone who you saw yourself being with. And if you were to actually build a relationship with this person, you didn’t want it to be Renjun. 
An all-knowing smirk appears on Karina’s face, “Then who do you want it to be?” 
You want to throw a punch at Karina’s knee, but you remember you are still in the workplace and you need to keep it (at least a little bit) professional. “Fuck you, you already know the answer to that.” 
Jeno, Karina thinks.
“Of course you want it to be him,” Karina puts the cards back down, “I should have known. You’re down bad for that man.” 
Karina wasn’t wrong. You and Jeno go way back to your internship days, and your (hopeless) crush on him has been there since then. 
“Down bad for who?” 
From seemingly out of nowhere, Chenle appears at the corner of your cubicle, leaning against it as he takes a sip of his coffee. And of course, wherever Chenle was, Jisung followed, standing right next to the former. 
“Uh, that-that one actor!” you lie in a panic, “From that one show!”
“You suck at lying,” Chenle snorts, “You could have at least named someone. It could have been Nam Joohyuk for all I care.” 
“It’s not you guys if that’s what you’re thinking,” Karina snickers, “Sorry, boys.” 
Jisung and Chenle burst out laughing, almost comically in sync. They even threw in a high-five, though it was out of habit. “No offense, Y/N, but I don’t see you in that light.” Chenle is practically in tears. 
“No offense, Chenle, but I don’t either,” you reply, “Now can you guys please leave my space or I’m reporting you guys to Taeyong.” And that sends them away because it wasn’t the first time they’ve been reported.
“Okay so we can scratch those two off the list,” Karina concludes. 
And you nod. 
So far, so good. This should be easy.
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DECEMBER 8
Okay, it wasn’t as easy as you thought. 
All your interactions with the other guys were normal. None of them seemed suspicious enough for you to star, nor did any of them do anything that ruled themselves off your list, and you had to admit, it was frustrating. 
Of all the boys, the most suspicious was Jaemin, who snickered every time he passed your desk. But when you mentioned this to Karina, Karina pointed out that Jaemin was like that in general, always up to his own shenanigans like Donghyuck was. 
“That or he knows something,” Karina thinks, “We should ask him.” 
It was nearing the end of the day and you and Karina were sitting at one of the open tables by the floor’s wall of windows, mugs in hand while you carefully eyed the boys of the department. 
Karina’s about to walk up to Jaemin when you stop her, pinching her blouse to keep her from leaving, “I don’t think Jaemin’s stupid enough to spill anything if we ask. We have to make it subtle.” 
“Subtle, how?” 
You shrug, “Just subtle.”
“Subtle, how?” Karina repeats. 
You want to bonk her in the head, “I guess pretend like you don’t really care, maybe say you think it’s Renjun or something and see what he says.”
Let’s say Jaemin really did know who your admirer was. If Karina were to think it was someone else, she could note the way Jaemin would react to her guesses and you both can go from there. 
You shoo her away and let her do her thing, staying back to pretend you were watching cars drive past down below. 
In 8 days, the only clues you were able to gather included the fact that he was a boy, he worked on this floor (the mug thing), he liked to end his J’s in loop de loops, and there was always some type of water or coffee stain on the cards. 
The last clue was something you and Karina had just recently discovered, simply because the first few cards were wrinkled in the slightest with water, while the most recent one, today's, had been stained with a drop of coffee. 
You’re not sure if these were purposeful or accidental, but nonetheless, you and Karina took any details as clues, hoping that it would lead to a conclusion.
“You haven’t blinked for a while.” 
“Shit, I didn’t hear you come,” you greet Jeno with an awkward smile, shifting your weight from one leg to the other, “I was just deep in thought.” 
Jeno’s eyes disappear when he smiles and your stomach does that thing it does when he does so. It’s so stupid how you’re feeling like a giddy high schooler around this man, but you’ll defend yourself any day and blame him for everything. 
“Is it about your secret admirer?” Jeno questions. He’s facing the window and you’re facing him. You can see him peeking at you through the corner of his eye and he’s smiling teasingly.
Your eyes widen, “Wait, how do you know about that?” You haven’t told anyone but Karina, Chenle, and Jisung, the last two only earning the information for being the most persistent duo on the planet. 
“Word gets around,” he shrugs, “And I pass your desk to and from the elevator.” 
You’re guessing the two younger boys had let it slip out but you disregard them for now, “Oh… right…”
“So, what about him?” Jeno questions. 
“Just… I don’t know who it is….” 
Jeno turns to you and you’re taken aback by how tired he looks. Sure, everyone in this damn office repped the good ‘ol panda eyes, but Jeno’s hair was a bit dishevelled, eyes half closed from fatigue. You choose not to point it out. 
Jeno’s words register in your head and your brows furrow, “Wait… how do you know they’re a he? I didn’t say anything about him unless…” You don’t quite notice the way Jeno freezes up only because he wasn’t moving much beforehand. “Unless you know who he is!”
Jeno shakes his head, “Jisung told me!”
“I didn’t tell Jisung anything.” “You probably told Karina who told Chenle who told Jisung!” At this point, Jeno’s heart is beating at an erratically fast pace and he’s about to panic until Karina returns. She’s pouting, a tinge of disappointment evident on her face and Jeno takes this as his chance to escape.
“What did Jaemin say?” Your attention is easily pulled away from your friend, “Did he say anything?”
“No,” Karina grumbles, “I accidentally let it slip out that this was about your admirer and all he said was, 'Secret admirer, huh? Wouldn't you like to know.'” Karina mocks Jaemin’s voice, rolling her eyes. “But I guess that just proves that he knows something… it’ll just be harder to get it out of him.” 
“Jeno’s being suspicious now, too,” you nod your head to the boy. 
Sure it could be implied that your admirer was one of the guys, but the way the man had handled your questions was definitely something to take note of. 
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DECEMBER 10
“Please tell me you’ll be leaving after you finish this?” Another one of your coworkers, Minjeong, was standing at the edge of your cubicle, leaning against the divider. You can tell she’s ready to leave, hands stuffed deep into her pockets, “Everyone’s left besides Mr. Jo.” 
Mr. Jo was the custodian.
“I will, I promise.” You don’t even look up from your screen, waving your hand in her direction as if it would make her scurry away, “I’m almost done. Have a good night, Jeongie!” 
She returns your farewell and leaves, knowing that you won’t budge until you finish your task. 
You genuinely were near completion. You just had a few more points in the report to finish before you reached your goal for tonight and you’ll go home. 
Your fingers are flying across your keyboard, fatigued eyes blinking at the words you were producing in hopes that they were coherent. Your brain had shut down an hour ago and now you were on autopilot.
Who cares if it’s coherent if I’m going to edit it anyway? You think. And now you were carelessly typing, making typos left and right. 
When you finally finish the draft, you grab your mug from your coaster to put in the office’s sink. Your eyes finally catch a break from staring at the screen for so long, practically feeling your ocular muscles relax. Closing your eyes, you blindly make your way down the pathway, which honestly was easy after the amount of times you’ve made your way down it.
But when your feet hit something that was obviously not as hard as a cubicle wall you freeze. 
Shit. 
Your eyes fly open and quickly look at what you have unintentionally kicked. 
“Jeno?” You blink your eyes a couple times to make sure you aren’t just seeing things.
Sprawled out on his desk was Jeno, fast asleep. There was a small pond of drool underneath his cheek, mouth hanging open. You couldn’t help but laugh. 
“Jeno.” You feel the need to whisper now, leaning over to shake his shoulder. “Jeno!” 
He begins to stir, “Huh? Wha?” 
“What are you still doing here?” you ask. 
One eye stuck closed, he glances around the empty office. The side that he had been lying on was flat as if he had been in that position for a while. Jeno yawns and stretches, his back popping a little as he sits up. 
"I was waiting for you to finish," he mumbles, rubbing his eyes with the back of his hands.
You glance at the clock on his computer screen, realizing it's much later than you thought. "Jeno, it's getting late. You didn’t need to wait for me."
He shrugs, a sleepy smile on his face. "I didn't want you to go home alone in the dark. Plus, I figured you might need some company." 
You hit him on the shoulder, “You dumbass!”
Jeno winces even though you didn’t even hit him too hard. “Ow!” 
“I didn’t even know you were here! Dumbass!” You throw another thwack at his shoulder blade, “You’re lucky I tripped over your foot!” Jeno ignores you and starts getting up, pulling out his packed bag underneath his desk, “You should’ve told me you were gonna wait for me.”
“Yeah, but then you would’ve pushed me onto the elevator so that I could leave,” Jeno replies. "Ready to head home?"
Although you and Jeno don’t live anywhere near each other, your place was on the way to his. Usually, you’d walk home and go sightseeing as you walked past the small shops on the way, but because the weather could freeze your arteries shut, you’re forced to transit home. 
"Sure, let's go." You pack up your things quickly, and the two of you head towards the elevator.
As you wait for the elevator doors to open, you glance at Jeno. His eyes are still a bit heavy with sleep, but there's a warmth in them that makes your heart flutter. When he notices you looking, he tightens his lips to give you a tired grin that reaches his eyes. The office is quiet now, only the hum of the elevator breaking the silence.
Once inside, Jeno presses the button for the ground floor, and the elevator starts its descent. The dim lighting casts a soft glow on both of you, and you can't help but appreciate the peaceful moment.
"Long day, huh?" Jeno breaks the silence, his tone sympathetic. “Your secret admirer mystery still bothering you?"
You chuckle and nod, "Yes. But it just makes me more determined to figure it out."
"Any progress?" Jeno raises an eyebrow, curious.
You shake your head, "Not really. It's driving me crazy." 
"Maybe it's someone you least expect," Jeno suggests with a playful smile.
"Maybe," you reply, unsure. The elevator doors open, and you both step out and into the nearly empty office lobby. Then you think out loud, eyes narrowing as you look at Jeno through your lashes, “Maybe it’s you.” 
The cold wind hits you as you exit the building, making you shiver. You pull your coat tighter around you, and Jeno does the same. 
“Why? Do you want it to be me?” Jeno smirks playfully. 
“I don’t know,” you lie, “I’m just asking because there’s a possibility it’s you. Besides Chenle and Jisung, you’re the only one willingly asking about him.” That really couldn’t even mean anything, but it’s suspicious. You’re starting to think this was a joke set up by all the guys, and you’re the target.
“Nope, it’s not me,” Jeno stares ahead of you both, and you miss the way he swallows his spit when he says it, “And I don’t know who it is either. That’s why I’m asking.”
You look at him to detect if Jeno was lying—maybe a nose twitch, multiple blinks, or a dishonest glance to the side—nothing. 
You feel your heart skip a beat, and not in the way you liked. Because, sure, you didn’t care about who this person was, but for the past week and a half, you’ve been raising your hopes that it was Jeno who had been leaving these presents for you. 
You realize that that was a mistake. 
A weak laugh shoots out your mouth, almost sounding like a huff and you force a smile on your face, “Well… that’s a relief.”
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DECEMBER 15
Losing a bit of interest in your admirer just because it wasn’t the person you wanted it to be wasn’t fair to your actual admirer. Especially when they were still putting the effort into dropping off those presents and writing those letters.
The day after, you had told Karina that Jeno made it clear that your admirer wasn’t him and she refused to believe it, delusion taking over for your sake. She said something along the lines of ‘can’t say it’s not Jeno until there’s solid proof’. 
This morning you decided to switch up your strategy and arrive at work early. For the past 2 weeks, these little deliveries had appeared on your desk either after you left or before you arrived, and since you had kept track of who left the office yesterday evening, you were sure that he was going to be coming in early this morning to leave his present. 
You greet the security guard in the lobby, leaving your mouth more as a yawn than an actual sentence before you hop onto the elevator and cross your fingers for luck. 
The office is quiet and dimly lit as you enter, the only sound being the gears of the elevators turning as the doors slide open. Once you step out, you’re quick to scan the room before ultimately settling your gaze on your desk. 
The universe couldn’t have timed this any better.
Standing at your desk, you see a figure, gently placing a wrapped box on your desk. You hold back a gasp, clamping your mouth shut with your palm, not wanting to bring attention to yourself. The man appeared oblivious to the elevator letting someone off, his back still turned to you.
You catch the sound of his satisfied hum, and just before he pivots, you quickly move to a concealed hallway, keeping yourself out of sight. A lingering fear holds you back from confronting whoever this person is, but you so badly want to know who it is. You figured it would make the confronting part easier. 
Footsteps grow closer before they stop, and you can easily guess he’s standing in front of the elevators. With curiosity getting the best of you, you risk being seen and lean your head around the corner, just enough so that one of your eyes can see who the boy was. 
Another gasp attempts to leave your mouth when you finally recognize who it was. 
Jaemin?
The elevator arrives at your floor before you can even process that it was truly him you just saw, almost as if you’ve seen his ghost and he was gone before you knew it. 
So your secret admirer was Na Jaemin? 
In a way it made sense. You and Karina had ruled him as one of the more suspicious ones. He and Jeno were close, so Jeno being curious about your progress added up. Now you have solid proof that Jaemin actually was your secret admirer.
How were you going to let him down easily?
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DECEMBER 19
Despite having the weekend and Karina's assistance to strategize how to break the news to Jaemin, you found yourself at work on Monday without a clear plan. Today, you mentally braced yourself for another gift, feeling a pang of guilt as you realized your friend and coworker had been investing so much effort, only for his feelings to not be returned.
Today’s box was slim and rectangular, wrapped in the paper you’ve grown familiar with. At first glance, it looked like a wine box, but you quickly deemed it too short to be a wine bottle. 
With a bit of hesitation, you carefully pick at the paper, ripping it open before you slice the tape that was keeping the box closed. Then you pry the box open, flipping the flaps over so that you can see the item from a bird’s eye view.
Huh?
You pull it out—an umbrella in your favourite colour. On the handle, your initials are engraved into the plastic. The umbrella looked beautiful, but considering the other presents, this was… random. 
Your eyes catch sight of a card at the bottom of the box and you stick your arm in to fish it out. 
I bet you’re curious as to who I am, right?
I think I kept you waiting far too long for a hint.
A hint?
Your heart picks up its pace and your eyes scramble to keep reading.
Today’s gift? An umbrella.
Bought one for myself and one for you because we need to be prepared next time.
I don’t know about you, but I didn’t enjoy being drenched in rain at work. 
Your Secret Admirer
A hint.
Hell, it was more than a hint.
Your eyes grow wide as you reread the note over and over, your heartbeat fluttering. It flutters because you know exactly what your admirer was talking about. 
Back during the rainy season, the morning you were getting ready for work, you completely disregarded the weather forecast and left your house without an umbrella or an appropriate coat. And much to your stupidity, you told yourself that it wasn’t going to rain that hard when you heeded the darker clouds in the sky. 
You realized your mistakes on the walk to work when rain started pouring down from the sky, like someone dumping a bucket of rainwater all over you. You were sprinting, sight impaired by the rain pelting your face, flying past other individuals who had been smart enough to pack heavy-duty umbrellas with them. 
Luckily, you finally arrived at your building before you were wet to the bone. When you noticed the elevator was still open, you called out for it, fast-walking through the lobby just so you could catch it. 
“Thanks,” you had sighed out, huffing in relief. 
The man who had held the elevator open for you laughed and spoke up, “I take it you forgot an umbrella too?” 
You laugh at the memory, remembering being thankful that you weren’t the only dumbass who didn’t bring an umbrella—that you weren’t going to be the only one on the floor who would be showing up soaked and dripping wet.
Because Jeno was that other dumbass. 
Even with this realization, with this hard evidence that your admirer could actually be Jeno, you still recount your almost-encounter with Jaemin and the fact that Jeno had denied your accusations. 
You find yourself caught in a web of conflicting emotions. On one hand, the thoughtful gesture of the umbrella brings back memories of that rainy morning with Jeno. On the other hand, the recent revelation and Jeno's denial cast a shadow of doubt on the identity of your secret admirer.
As you stand there, staring at the umbrella, your brain cells are desperately trying to think up a good explanation for all of this. The evidence seems to point to Jeno, yet you can't ignore the possibility that this might be an elaborate misdirection. Or maybe Jaemin was the misdirection?
Your thoughts are interrupted by the familiar voice of Karina, who has just gotten off the elevator. She notices the umbrella in your hands and grins, "Mr. Admirer? An umbrella?"
You manage a half-smile, the weight of the situation pressing on you. "It’s a hint. There’s a memory tied to it.”
Karina arches an eyebrow, intrigued. "Memory?"
You decide to share the story of that rainy morning with Jeno, how both of you got caught in the downpour without umbrellas. As you recount the details, Karina listens attentively, connecting the dots between the past and the present. 
"So, you think Jeno might be your secret admirer because of this shared memory?" she asks, thoughtful. The way her expression brightens at the thought of your admirer actually being Jeno and not Jaemin—just like you wanted.
You shrug, uncertain. "It makes sense, right? But then there's the whole denial part. He flat-out said it's not him."
Karina leans against the reception desk, crossing her arms. "He probably just didn’t want you to find out like that. Maybe he's trying to surprise you later. Who knows?"
You sigh, feeling a mix of frustration and curiosity. "I just want to know. I’m this close to banging my head against the corner of my desk." 
Karina snorts and nudges you playfully. "Confront him again but this time, give him no choice but to confess."
You consider Karina's suggestion, realizing that confronting Jeno might be the only way to unravel this mystery. Gathering your resolve, you decide to have a direct conversation with him, determined to get to the bottom of your secret admirer's identity.
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DECEMBER 20
Who would’ve thought that confronting your secret admirer would be nerve-wracking? Cause what if it really wasn’t Jeno and you were making a fool out of yourself?
It’s your break and you’re sitting at one of the lounge tables with Karina and Minjeong, playing with the edge of your instant ramen cup. 
You’re replaying how you want the situation to go down in your head. You want to go up to him, make small talk, he small talks back, you confront him, and he admits it—easier said than done. But your goal was to do it by the end of the day, mostly because you know that if you kept this going for any longer, you’d actually go crazy.
Minjeong and Karina are talking about something, you’re not quite sure what it was when Ningning joins in, “Did Giselle pass by?” 
Karina shakes her head, “Haven’t seen her.” 
Ningning pouts, “I was going to ask her someth—”
And again, you tune them out—not on purpose.
The voice in your head is screaming Jeno repeatedly and it’s driving you insane. You want it to stop, but the only way you can do so is by confronting him.
Then the door opens again and in comes Jeno and Jaemin, laughing about something Donghyuck and Mark related. Karina notices the way your eyes divert toward their direction and she tries to catch your attention, jerking her head in their direction. Eyes widening, you shake your head as if you were saying not now.
“Shit, I got coffee on my shirt,” you hear Jeno huff. 
From where you were sitting, you could see Jeno turning to show Jaemin the coffee stain on his white shirt, pouting. Jaemin laughs, “That’s what you get for using a broken bottle. Just buy a new one.” 
Jeno pouts, “You buy one for me, then.” 
At first, you don’t pay attention to their conversation, passing it off as the usual banter between the two, but then it clicks. Your mouth speaks before you can even process everything, “It’s you!” 
The room grows silent but, frankly, you don’t care because now you’re sure it was Jeno. 
Other than the umbrella and the memory, the only other hint other than handwriting were the water and coffee stains that the cards were always covered in (and you and Karina were still unsure whether that was on purpose or not). 
Jeno’s bottle was broken. 
You rise abruptly, the chair screeching against the floor. Rounding the tables, you navigate toward to get to Jeno, heart beating against your rib cage. Once he is within your reach, you snatch him by the wrist and drag him out of the lounge room and into the hallway. 
“Dumbass!” you smack his shoulder, “It was you! Liar!” You weren’t angry, in fact, you were laughing, disbelief etched on your face.
Jeno looks off to the side, “I… don’t know what you’re talking about…” He’s horribly holding a smile back, cheekbones growing prominent from his attempt. 
“Don’t play dumb,” you say, “The umbrella hint was enough for me to know it was you!” 
Jeno unleashes his smile, physically shrinking and lowering his head as his cheeks grow hot from your statement. “I didn’t think you’d remember it that easily…”
"You've been driving me insane, you know that?" You shake your head, still processing the revelation. "I even thought it was Jaemin for a bit. All this time, it was you!"
“Did you… want it to be Jaemin?” 
You shake your head, “Honestly, I was relieved it was you… no offense to Jaemin. Why didn’t you admit to it when I asked you?”
“Probably a similar reason for why you said ‘that’s a relief’ when I said it wasn’t me,” Jeno counters, slowly regaining his confidence. 
You chuckle, realizing the playful banter unfolding between you and Jeno. "Good point."
He grins, "Plus, watching you try to figure it out was entertaining." There’s a mischievous glint in Jeno’s eyes as he's holding back a smile.
You cross your arms, glaring up at him, "So you enjoyed torturing me?" 
Jeno panics slightly, shaking his head, "No! It’s not like I was torturing you! It was just something fun! I liked seeing your reactions!"
You playfully roll your eyes. "You're lucky I like you."
Jeno freezes, “Wait, you like me like me?” 
You look at Jeno as if he just said the dumbest shit that’s ever come out of someone’s mouth. “Lee Jeno, I literally told you I was relieved it was you and you think I don’t have feelings for you?” You want to smack him again.
“Yes?”
Smack.
“Ow!” Jeno rubs his arm and frowns. 
“Of course I like you!” You’re looking up at Jeno, “I was working my ass off trying to figure out who my admirer was because I had hopes that it was you!”
Jeno's eyes widen with surprise, and then a broad grin stretches across his face. "You... really?" he stammers, almost disbelieving, “So would… this be the right time to ask you on a date?” 
You stuck out your bottom lip and shrug, half-joking, “I mean… it’s the least you can do after putting me through all that.” 
“You’re right,” Jeno laughs. He takes a step closer, looking down at you with the world’s prettiest smile, “So will you?”
“Will I, what?” you tease, staring back up at him.
“Will you go out with me?”
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taglist: @tytrackfebreze @lovesuhng @hoonieji @niinjo @dinonuguaegi @reignessance
an: the answer is yes 👀,,, Felix's is up next and it's gonna be cute
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lavender haze | l. jn.
➼summary: your subscribers anonymously agree that they could see the progress of you and jeno's relationship in your videos. / or in which jeno appears in your youtube videos.
➼tags: lee jeno x youtuber!reader; (kind of) domestic!jeno; fluff
➼warnings: grammar and tenses inconsistencies and intentional lowercase. unedited. no content warnings.
➼word count: 3,415
➼note: can't believe what started as a self indulgence ended up buried in my drafts for months lol. this fic is completely random and i had no idea why i even started writing this. but seeing this after finally coming back to my tumblr drafts just made me want to publish it. also i still suck at giving titles lmaoooo but i feel like the lyrics of lavender haze kinda fits them
iv. building new ikea furnitures for my new apartment (and giving up failing)
"hello everyone, welcome back to the channel! how are you guys? i hope all of you are doing well. so today i am going to build a cabinet which i am going to put under my tv! as you guys know if you watched my previous video, i recently moved to a new place and i am slowly but surely starting to make this place home."
you clapped your hands, "let's start, shall we?"
you opened the box and started getting all of the pieces out, lining it up on the floor near you. you were doing a pretty good job on your own until you started facing hurdles after hurdles. with a little bit more time, patience and effort, you managed to screw in the right screws and placing the pieces the correct way. but as you were near finishing the furniture, your concentration and patience were wearing thin. not to mention you haven't eaten yet.
"oh my god, is this stuck?" you grunted as you try to push in a piece to its place.
the piece didn't budge even a smidge. you sighed as you felt the strength leaving your arms. you lay down and stare at the ceiling hopelessly before turning your head to the camera.
"and here i thought assembling an ikea furniture was easy."
the door creaked open and you lift your head off the floor. you must've saw a familiar face as your face because you forced yourself to sit cross-legged again.
"you doing okay?" someone said behind the camera.
"this one got stuck and i don't have the strength to push it to its place or pull it out again," you pointed to the troublesome piece.
"you want some help?"
"will you help me? oh that would be amazing!"
there was some shuffling and the next second, there was your helper with his back to the camera.
"say hi to my subscribers!" your helper waved his hand but refused to turn around.
you throw your arms around his neck and pull him in for a hug, "this is my friend and my savior who kindly agreed to help me move my stuff here! he's a little shy, so we're gonna blur out his face for privacy."
"what are you having troubles with?" he asked.
you pointed to the troublesome piece and started explaining how you tried your best but couldn't move the said piece. you even showed him the instructions and told him how you followed the instructions exactly, but the piece still got stuck.
"okay, calm down. let's start with this one," he said and shoved the piece down to its place in a blink of an eye.
your jaw dropped as you stared at your helper, then your camera, "i should've asked for his help from the very start."
your helper chuckled and made himself comfortable on the floor, still keeping his back to the camera as he reached for the instructions.
"you just need a little more strength, y/n."
the video continued with a timelapse of you and your helper finishing the furniture; with you helping with the instructions and carrying the pieces and your helper trying his best in assembling it. the timelapse ended as the two of you finished. your helper got up to his feet and with your help, the two of you pushed the cabinet to stand properly.
"hey, i think we did a pretty good job!" you said to the camera.
xii. trying archery (ft. archery gold medalist!)
"hello everyone, welcome back to the channel! how are you guys? i hope all of you are doing well. so today i am here," you gestured towards the background, "at an archery range. and as you seen on the title, i am gonna be trying archery today! and i happen to have a friend that does or at least know how to do archery."
you gestured towards someone behind the camera to come closer. a moment later, a guy walked into the frame and stand beside you.
"introduce yourself!"
the guy bowed and simply introduced himself, "hi, everyone. i'm jeno."
"if you guys remembered the video where i tried building a tv cabinet, this is the friend that helped me build the cabinet!"
jeno kept quiet beside you, nodding along to your words as you start to explain your itinerary for the day. he only chimed in when he heard you saying how he was a archery gold medalist.
"no, wait a minute," he cut your monologue, "i'm not a gold medalist."
"yes, you are!" you protested.
"i'm not! it was only sports week at school, silly."
"mhm, and what about the neighborhood sports competition?" you crossed your arms.
"that doesn't count! my opponents were all old uncles!"
you gasped, as if what he said was scandalous. jeno rolled his eyes at your antics. "old uncles?"
"alright that's enough. now put your gear on," he turned you around and started pushing you to the counter where the staff had your gear ready.
you sped up the parts of the two of you getting ready. and finally the video started going on a normal pace when you and jeno were standing right behind the line.
"fear not, people, for i am katniss everdeen!" you said in a mighty voice, your chest puffed up.
"okay, katniss everdeen. now start practicing before you poke someone's eye off." jeno guided you to take up your posture, "now shoot by yourself first."
your first shot was awful as predicted. but so was your second and third. it was then jeno started correcting your posture again and the angle of your arm.
"now put your hand right on the corner of your mouth here as you pull the bow," he said as he took a place right behind you. "take a breath, hold it, and exhale as you release your bow."
you did as you were told and the camera moved to the target to capture your score. your arrow landed on the border of the second and third circle from the middle.
you jumped and shouted excitedly, "a nine! i got a nine!"
jeno smiled at your antics, his eyes curving to the shape of little crescent moons. he stood his ground even when you took his hand into yours and started jumping. but the small smie never left his face.
"let's do it again!" you said, "and we're not gonna go home until i get at least two bullseye!"
xix. meet my new friend!
"hello everyone, welcome back to the channel! how are you guys? i hope all of you are doing well. we're not starting the video like the usual, as you guys noticed, and that's because i have a surprise for you guys! anyway, before we start the video..."
you started doing your usual thing, talking about one thing and anything that happened since your last video. but in the middle of your talk, the sound of a door opening was heard. your eyes focused on something behind the camera, where the door was supposedly. your eyes twinkled and your lips were pulled into a smile.
"and as you can see from the title, i want to introduce you guys to my new friend." you scoot aside, "okay, now come here, jeno."
you looked at the camera and held out a hand, "jeno's not the one i'm introducing you guys to. i think you guys know him already."
jeno came into the frame, holding a white puppy against his chest. he greeted your subscribers with a small hello and a smile, and then he raised the puppy's leg and waved it, "hi guys!"
you let them do their greetings, looking at them with such warmth in your eyes. it was obvious how much you adore the puppy, and maybe even jeno. (your subscribers definitely went out of their minds when they saw the way you look at jeno and the puppy; some of them were so sure you were looking at jeno and some others believed you were looking at the new puppy).
you caress the puppy's head, seeing as it was just quietly snuggling against jeno. you cooed when the puppy yawned. jeno smiled warmly at you as you obsessed over your new pup.
"so, mind telling them how we got this little guy?" you asked jeno as you kept giving the puppy rubs on its head.
"me? i thought you want to tell the story," jeno scrunched his eyebrows. you gave him a look that made him sigh.
"so, it was thursday- friday night? it was raining outside when i got a call from y/n. to be honest, i couldn't really hear much because of the rain. she had to practically shout so i can hear her," jeno started rubbing the little pup with his thumb. "the only thing i could hear was that she couldn't let him get rained on before she hung up on me."
"it was raining and i had to move fast, okay?" you protested.
"mhm, sure. anyway, she came home sopping wet with this little guy clutched to her chest." jeno glanced at the pup before looking at you, "and she started crying about not being able to leave him alone in the rain."
"and that's how we got this little guy!" you cut him.
"mhm, said miss emotional," he teased.
"hey, i was really sad, okay? this little guy didn't deserve to be left alone in the rain!" you protested.
jeno stared blankly at the camera, "and now i have two babies to take care of."
"hey!"
(your subscribers didn't miss how jeno said you 'came home', leading them to assume that the two of you were really living together.)
xxviii. back home for christmas
"hello everyone, welcome back to the channel! how are you guys? i hope all of you are doing well. so today we are," the camera captures you on the passenger seat of a car, "on our way back home for christmas! oh, say hi to mr. driver!"
you moved the camera to capture the guy beside you; jeno, the driver.
"hi guys. merry christmas!" he said, taking his eyes off the road to focus on the camera for a second.
"well, technically, it's a couple days before christmas. but this video would probably be out after christmas anyways, so merry christmas!" you rambled.
"anyway, i'm gonna show you guys what i got everyone for christmas. and i'll probably gonna show you what i got for christmas too! so, stay tuned!"
"woof!"
the camera panned to where your white samoyed was currently sticking his head out. "hey, gureumi!"
the white dog looked at the camera in your hands and tilted his head in confusion. he shifted his attention to your best friend instead, nudging his nose to jeno's elbow that was resting on the console, asking for rubs.
"do you see this, guys? gureumi has betrayed me!" you complained dramatically.
you lay your head on top of gureumi's and snuggle the best you can, muttering, "gureumi, do you not love me anymore? i'm so sad."
the cheeky thing he was, gureumi ignored you and snuggled his face to jeno's arm instead. you whined against his white fur, "noooo!!!"
jeno's voice came from outside the frame, "alright, alright," he rubbed gureumi's face as best as he could before addressing you, "y/n, you know he loves you more than me so please seat properly."
you boo-ed but complied nonetheless, "buzzkill," and turned to the camera again, "well, we still have some ways to go so.... see you guys in a bit!"
(your subscribers kept commenting how you and jeno must be in a serious relationship because you're taking him home for christmas; meaning you're also taking him to meet your family and spend your time together. some commented how they're seeing jeno a lot more in your videos now.)
xlii. cooking my mom's recipes for thanksgiving
"hello everyone, welcome back to the channel! how are you guys? i hope all of you are doing well. so today we are going to try and cook my favorites of my mom's thanksgiving recipes!"
the camera captured you on your kitchen. you were leaning against the counter, focused solely on the camera in front of you.
"the reason i am cooking this year is because my family's gonna be the one coming here for thanksgiving!" you clapped your hands once, "and jeno's too! so, we... have a lot of things to do hence why i am definitely gonna rope jeno into this too."
the video cuts to a view of white tile floors the next second, a pair of black shoes sits at the edge of the frame. the camera tilted, almost falling, before a hand caught it in time.
"whew, that was close!" the camera caught jeno's eyesmile as he shot his face. "i'm gonna get into so much trouble if it fell."
jeno's face couldn't be seen clearly on camera. he wore a black hat and half his face was covered by a black mask. "oh wow, i look like i'm about to do something illegal."
he flashed the camera a cute eyesmile, "which i will- am never going to do," and flipped the camera to face what he was seeing- an empty shopping cart.
"y/n will be doing most of the cooking, so i figured the least i could do is help with the groceries. let's see what we need here."
jeno managed to go through the list fairly quick. the camera shot his face again, "okay, since we are done with the list. i think i deserve to get something for me, right? some snacks won't hurt anybody."
saying the shopping cart was full was an understatement. the list you gave him was only for a few recipes as your mother and his, respectively, insisted on bringing at least one dish for the dinner. but the snacks he was piling on the cart really had nothing to do with the dinner, and it was starting to cover everything else.
oh, he was in for a scolding when he got home.
(your subscribers couldn't help but to notice how jeno also tossed in a lot of your favorite snacks, and some even caught on his quiet mumbles about how 'this is y/n's favorite!')
lix. so... we got married?
"hello everyone, welcome back to the channel! how are you guys? i hope all of you are doing well. so..." you paused and chuckled nervously, "i got married?"
you put a clapping sound effect on the video, hoping it would soothe the somewhat awkward atmosphere. you smooth out invisible crickles in your shirt, clearly nervous for what you're about to reveal on the video.
"this video is probably a bit different than my usual ones because i think you guys are probably confused by the title. this may come as a shock to all, or at least some, of you..." you smiled, "but it's true, I am married."
"okay, i think i have to apologize for the sudden news. i know you guys probably have a lot of questions about it and since i am finally settled down from all the wedding and honeymoon festives, i can finally explain it.
"a lot of you guys have been questioning if i was dating someone since a few years back. i've also seen your questions in the comments about dating a certain someone. i realised i never even cleared it up, but yes, i was dating jeno long before he started to show up on my videos. neither jeno or me ever confirmed it whenever any of you asked because, well... with so much of my life -and in extension, his also- known to the public, i like to keep our relationship private. although i know some of you were really sure we were dating," you laughed.
"so a few months ago he proposed. out of the blue, really. i really didn't expect him to propose that day. and i know," you emphasized with your hand, "that a lot of you are probably dying to know how did he propose to me."
a smile started to bloom on your face as you remember his proposal. "it wasn't a grand romantic thing, actually. it really just was another day. we just finished our date and i just got in to the car. i remember that i was particularly stressed out on the last couple of weeks before that day and jeno took me out on a date because he could see how much the stress was affecting me."
"we were just talking in the car after our date. i don't even remember what we talked about," you laughed, "i just remember talking a lot and he was just staring at me. when i asked him a question, he just blurted out THE question."
"i really thought he was out of my mind! i told him 'you are joking, right?' but he looked really serious. and then i remember panicking because i thought i said the wrong thing. but then he just repeated the question again. i think i even asked him why but i don't think he's comfortable with me sharing all of the details he said during his proposal."
your cheeks were starting to hurt from all the smiling, but the smile was still there. the door behind you opened a little bit and someone peeked in, although the gap between the door and the walls were too small for your viewers to identify the person.
"though, one thing i could guarantee: what he said was really sweet and, dare i say, romantic. i think i cried a little bit-"
"no, you were full on sobbing by then." jeno's head popped in from behind the door.
"i was not!" you gasped as you swivled to his direction.
jeno grinned and came inside the room, heading straight to you with his arms out. he cradled your face and started making baby noises, "uuu, is y/n gonna cry again just from remembering what i said?"
you punched his stomach in return, laughing lightheartedly, "shut up, doofus. i was not sobbing!"
"mhm, whatever helps you sleep at night, baby."
"hey!"
jeno flashed out his eyesmile and pecked your lips. he leaned his head against yours despite the awkward angle, with him just slightly crouching down and you sitting on your usual filming chair. he stared at the camera and mouthed, 'she definitely cried.'
you elbowed his sides and tried to shove him off you. you whined when he stayed adamant, pasted to your side.
"go away!"
jeno shook his head, messing your hair, "nooooo, you're stuck with me!"
"go away! unless," you paused to look at him, "you want to tell the whole story yourself?"
"no thanks!" jeno laughed. he gave you one last kiss on your temple before exiting the room.
you rolled your eyes at his antics, but the smile never left your face. you put your attention on your camera again and continued where you left off, letting know your viewers how your family reacted when they knew about the proposal and how jeno actually had bought a ring for you about a year prior. how he brought the ring with him every where because he didn't want you to find out yet. how you went to south korea for your two and a half week long honeymoon, and visiting jeno's family there while you're at it.
"so... yeah. i got married and i am really happy. that's all i have to say for this particular video. i'm not sure if i'm gonna upload my wedding video or not because to be completely honest, the party was fun. but super chaotic, in a good way! i may scrounge up some footage from our honeymoon and upload them one day though. one day! i'm not promising anything." you laughed, "i actually like having some things just for ourselves. but i'll ask jeno how he feels about it."
"well, that's all i have for this video. thank you so much for watching and i'll see you guys elsewhere! bye!"
(your comment section blew up with a lot of 'i kNEW it! I KNEW THEY WERE DATING!!!' and congratulatory comments. but on the brief moment jeno appeared on the video, your subscribers could see how much you love each other, but more importantly how much he loves you. they obsess over how they could practically see honey dripping from his eyes when he looked at you, how he calls you baby, how he still teases you good-naturedly like in your earlier videos, and how he seems to like clinging to your side. in a cute way.)
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Captain Jeno x Reader, university!au Word count: 6106 Genre: smut, kinda crack, fluff if you squeeze it. Warning: Mentions of hickeys and explicit sex, oral sex (fem receiving) and fingering, reader likes spicy things and slept with Sungchan, second hand embarrassment.  MINORS DON’T INTERACT this is a +18 story! Author: Maari Note: Inspired by the lyrics of dirty love by cher lloyd. I thought it would be a good idea to combine these two requests and I must say I don't know what is happening to me when I write smut lol  Requests: Can i request for fuckboy jeno and fuckgirl yn who have nvr slept w eo and finally do + can i request for uni ice hockey captain jeno x reader fluff and maybe abit of smut
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Y/N had just closed the door in complete silence while holding her bag and jacket in one hand, she was trying hard not to make any noise. A single noise would make Sungchan wake up and that would make her give explanations, everything she wanted to avoid in the morning.
The night before had been good, so why complicate it with the morning after?
She was about to turn the aisle when someone passed her and something hard hit her thigh bare by her short dress.
"Ouch!" she complained a little loudly and that made the person stop, revealing himself to be the captain of the hockey team carrying his heavy training bag.
Y/N knew that the entire structure of the team's uniform should be heavy but she didn't know it was that much.
She looked at the boy, his blue hair was darker because it was wet and falling in his eyes. He wore baggy clothes, a red sweatshirt and a white jacket over it, jeans and boots.
There was definitely no other university that had an ice hockey team full of handsome athletes like theirs. And no other team captain was like Jeno.
"I'm sorry." he said, moving the bag away from Y/N who was caressing her own skin to try to ease the pain, she looked away so it wouldn't seem so obvious that she was staring at the boy for too long. "I didn’t see you."
Yeah, clearly.
“Alright, Lee. I didn't see you either." she stood up straight again and noticed that Jeno was looking at her legs. “That uniform of yours is heavy, huh?”
Jeno laughed, scratching the back of his head and looking up to Y/N's face, his eyes practically disappeared.
“Actually, it's not mine. It’s from Sungchan.” he nodded towards his roommate's door and Y/N raised her eyebrows in understanding. "Is he awake yet?"
She understood what was behind the question, Jeno wasn't stupid, he had seen her carry her things silently so as not to wake up his colleague so he subtly questioned if she had spoken to Sungchan before leaving.
Which hadn't been the case. It was just one night, it wasn't going to happen again, she wasn't going back to the athlete’s fraternity, at least not to spend the night with one of the defenders.
"No." she shrugged. "I have to go, you know, I have an assignment to do."
It was a lie, all the tasks had already been handed over to the teachers. She just didn't want to sound so cold and heartless.
Jeno smiled slightly and Y/N returned it, staring at the boy for a while longer. She didn't want to hit on Sungchan's roommate in front of his bedroom door, but Jeno was so irresistible…
She shook her head to clear any and all thoughts that might start to appear about Jeno and started to retrace her initial path.
“See you, 23.” she said goodbye, smirking, already with her back to him and lost the way Jeno stared at her.
"See ya!"
[...]
“Sungchan can't stop looking this way.” Y/N's friend hummed, making her take her eyes off her phone screen and face the team that was training a little further ahead.
Noticing that what her friend said was true, but the tall boy looked away at once.
"I hope he's not thinking I came to watch him training." Y/N replied, looking back at her phone.
“And you didn’t?” the friend questioned and Y/N looked at her again, this time seriously.
"You know how it works for me."
Anyone at the university knew. She wasn't one to repeat the night.
"I know I know. Not involving feelings.” the friend rolled her eyes. "But I think you're wrong!" she tapped Y/N’s leg, which quickly retracted.
"Ouch!" she complained, earning a strange look from her friend. “It hurts.”
The friend then looked at Y/N's bare thigh, who was wearing black shorts that didn't cover the bruise that was on her skin, right where Jeno's bag had hit her hard.
"Where did you get that?" her friend's raised eyebrow made Y/N look at the team again, her gaze hovering over Jeno who was practically flying across the ice at a speed that was hard to keep up with, "What? Jeno?"
Y/N looked at her friend and saw that the shock was because the interpretation had been the complete opposite of reality, so she decided to explain herself.
“That's not exactly what you're thinking, okay? I bumped into him 2 days ago when I was leaving Sungchan's room and he ended up hitting the training bag with the uniform on my thigh."
Anyone who knew Y/N would know how absurd that story would be to justify a bruise on her body, which is why her friend looked at her suspiciously.
Hickeys, marks… all of these were normal for Y/N's love life, or lack thereof.
"What? I didn't sleep with Jeno.” Y/N admitted in disbelief.
Although it wasn't such a bad idea.
The friend looked at her more firmly, as if she wanted to read beyond what she said.
"But you want!"
"What?" Y/N shook her head, looking confused at her friend. "That’s not the point."
“You didn't immediately deny it. Any guy you don't even consider the possibility of sleeping together, you immediately deny it.”
Y/N blinked a few times trying to find the words but being caught off guard, her mouth just opened and closed as she turned back to face Jeno, who was now talking to Mark.
Okay, was Jeno hot? Hell yeah.
No single girl on campus would say no to him unless she was crazy. But there was just a problem.
"He's too nice for me." Y/N replied, watching him bend down to fix something on Mark's skates. “I only meet nice, predictable guys with practically a halo on their heads.” she complained. "I want more than that."
"What? Are you kidding me?" the friend laughed, catching Y/N's attention who turned to face her. “Jeno has slept with half the students in the medical building.”
"Him and the whole hockey team." Y/N rolled her eyes and her friend crossed her arms. "Well, except Winwin, but he's your boyfriend so he's not on the list."
“You think Jeno is too nice, really?” Y/N nodded.
"He's always so polite, so kind." she complained.
"I didn't know you were looking for Tarzan, Miss Jane." the friend mocked and the two heard that the training was over.
“Maybe I am!” Y/N shrugged and got up along with her friend who was now seeing her boyfriend approaching.
"You still haven't denied it." the friend remembered and Y/N didn't have time to retort as the team left the ice rink right where they were sitting.
Winwin left first, taking off his skates after taking off his gloves to kiss his girlfriend next, Y/N stood still looking for anywhere else to look beyond the romantic scene in front of her and ended up meeting Jeno's eyes as he was behind Winwin.
Jeno smiled at her as he took off his gloves and Y/N looked him up and down, no one matched the orange and blue uniform more than he did, but then she remembered how heavy the structure was and how hard it must have been to play with that squeezing you.
Well, she knew Jeno was strong but all her sinful mind could imagine was his wide hands squeezing her waist as he devoured her lips.
The rink had the lowest temperature because of the ice, even though the glasses were inhibited it was much milder than the temperature outside since it was in the middle of summer, but the ice wasn’t enough to stop the fire that up her legs and Y/N thought it best to stop imagining what Jeno would be like if he was rough.
However, as she came out of her daydreams, noticed that Jeno was staring at the bruise on her leg with a serious face.
Haechan yelled something in the middle of the ring and Jeno blinked a few times, looking up to meet Y/N's, she felt a shiver to see that his eyes weren't as kind as before.
It had something about them and she understood what it was, lust. Pure and simple.
[...]
Y/N cursed herself internally as she was dragged by some friends down the hallway of the sports building.
She promised herself that she would never drink again or bet with her peers.
Not that it would make any difference now, the headache from the binge she'd had last night was still there along with the massive remorse for having accepted something so stupid.
“You know if I get caught, I could get kicked out of the university, right?” she tried to reason with her colleagues but they just laughed.
"You're the one who said if you lost at strip poker, you'd be in the men's locker room for 5 minutes." Jaehyun remembered.
"I was drunk!" she said and he just laughed once more, stopping in front of the door.
“Just like everyone else here.” he pointed at his friends behind and she twisted her mouth. Out of arguments.
"You should have stopped me, like the good friend you are."
"I wanted to see if you had the courage." Jaehyun raised his eyebrow and Y/N slowly turned around to face him. “But if you want to give up-”
She looked at him with narrowed eyes, offended.
"No! You can mark it on your watch.” she took out her bag and handed it to Jaehyun who took it. “Let me know when the 5 minutes are up.”
Y/N took a deep breath before entering, it was the end of the day so most of the practices were over, hockey being the last one. The locker room was silent and she was grateful for that, the five minutes would pass quickly and she would be out of there soon.
But the dark and quiet place started to bother her, she made the commitment to herself that was serious when promised that she wouldn't drink anymore, couldn't go through any other embarrassing situation anymore, that had been enough.
She sat on the benches in the center of the huge locker room and surveyed the place without much enthusiasm.
“What are we doing here?” Y/N widened her eyes when heard Jaehyun's voice and got up from the benches feeling her heart go to her mouth and her blood running cold. “Actually, we are already on our way out. And you?"
"We were training a little more, we're going to take a shower" she recognized Haechan's voice and panicked.
Take a shower now???
Y/N looked at the showers and when the locker room light came on, she ran to the last block, ducking into the back so no one would see her.
Seriously, it wasn't possible!
“Gee, I'm exhausted. I don't know why you invented this training between forwards at the last minute. And only with me.” Haechan complained and Y/N blinked several times, trying to understand what he had said.
Forwards?
That meant…
"Because I'm the team captain."
Jeno was there too?!
Y/N brought her hand to her mouth to prevent any sound of frustration or anything like that from coming out of her mouth.
“Show-off!”
Y/N kept silent, although she thought the fact that her heart beat so fast could be heard by the athletes, she just paid attention to the sounds.
When she heard the shower, she wanted a hole to suck her in at that moment. This wasn’t happening to her!
She overheard the two of them talking about the party Yangyang was having at the fraternity in a few days and Jeno complained about how even at the beginning of the tournament they wouldn't have a break from unnecessary parties, but it was time for the shower to turn off.
A few more conversations and noises made Y/N realize that Haechan had already finished, she almost sighed in relief but saw a shadow approaching the block where she was, getting back on alert.
"Make sure you don't come back late." Haechan spoke a little louder, the voice a little farther from the room and Y/N saw Jeno's hand approach the pressure gauge and turn on the shower.
She cringed even more, trying to escape the water, in vain.
"Okay, mom." Jeno replied wryly.
Y/N widened her eyes as she saw Jeno's shadow take off the clothes he was still wearing, she practically merged with the wall and was now soaking wet.
She no longer knew what to think or what she could do to make the situation less awkward, so all she did when saw Jeno approaching was close her eyes and wait for the boy to scream.
But that didn’t happen.
"Y/N? What are you doing here?" hearing his laugh, Y/N instantly opened her eyes and turned her head to face him.
Well, in that short moment she'd forgotten about the small detail that he was undressed about to take a shower. Right in front of her.
Y/N was willing to look at his face but something else caught her attention and not even her hand that was holding her mouth could contain her shock, the hand moved away from her face almost of its own accord and she was speechless while watched Jeno's body.
The mouth she opened and closed without making a single sound was all she could manage.
She knew he was defined, he was an athlete after all, she just didn't expect him to be…big. In all senses.
Her wet hair started to cover her vision and she pushed it back still unblinking and looking at Jeno.
She couldn't turn her attention to anything else even though she was completely hot inside from sheer shame.
"Y/N!"
She shook her head and with much effort lifted her gaze to Jeno's face, he had a sly smile.
"Huh?"
"Am I disturbing?" he put his hands on his hips and the movement made Y/N look back at the region.
She didn't want to look perverted but God, what a man he was.
"N-No!" she replied loudly, all nervousness being exposed and she stood up, feeling her legs ache.
"Are you going to tell me why you're in the men's locker room playing hide and seek?"
Oh sure, the bet. She had forgotten.
"It's just…" why the hell couldn't she take her eyes off his hips??? "Ask Jaehyun."
She closed her eyes for a minute, biting her lip, feeling really stupid and when she opened her eyes again, Jeno's smile made her shy.
She, shy, was being too much for her to handle.
"Ok." Jeno shook his head and then shrugged. "Are you going to take a shower too?"
Y/N swallowed hard and shook her head nonstop.
"No! I'm leaving." she spoke desperately and got out of there as quickly as possible. "Sorry!"
"Not for this."
Y/N turned to face Jeno one last time but all she saw was the boy taking her place, her eyes dropped from his shoulders to his ass and she bit her lip again as thoughts not at all pure took over of your mind.
But the shame she felt was much greater than the sudden desire for Jeno so all she did was run away, still hearing the boy laugh behind her.
Y/N stopped outside the locker room, leaning against the wall as she tried to catch her breath. At least the hallway was empty.
She was completely wet, and it wasn't just from the water.
[...]
“I love you, but honestly, did you have to bring me to this party?” Y/N complained as walked through the athlete's fraternity door.
It was Yangyang's party and the place was full, nothing new since the defender was extremely popular and mixed in all the groups on campus, but for Y/N to go there after seeing Jeno naked was embarrassing to say the least.
She hoped she could hide away somewhere until her friend was too busy with Winwin to remember her existence and run away.
"What? You're ashamed?" the friend laughed amusedly and pinched Y/N's cheek, who tried to get away.
"It's not funny!"
“Oh sorry, Y/N, but it is!” the friend continued to laugh as they walked through the fraternity.
Several people were already drinking even though the party had just started but Y/N ignored all the glasses and bottles, wouldn't put a sip of alcohol in her mouth. From now on, she'd be sober, so maybe she'd have control over the shit she was doing.
"Well, I didn't think he would react like that." she replied the friend and the two stopped near the stairs, the friend looking for Winwin.
"I tried to warn you that Jeno wasn't as nice as you thought."
Y/N bit the inside of her cheek, she couldn't argue with her friend. She was right.
The fact that her friend was laughing the way Y/N arrived at the dorm, wet and with her mouth so open, became irrelevant when she told Y/N some things Jeno had done that she didn't know until then.
Scandals like him getting caught under the gym bleachers having sex with a law school senior, Winwin seeing him fingering a newbie between the psychology book session at the library.
Things Y/N didn't even imagine Jeno was capable of doing because she was too busy with who she slept with.
However, hearing from her friend that some colleagues commented on how rough Jeno was in bed had awakened the side of her imagination that she had been trying to put to sleep since the day she saw Jeno staring at the bruise he had accidentally caused.
She couldn't connect that image with what she saw of him, the polite smile, the flushed cheeks when someone complimented him. He looked so…innocent.
Well, of course the fact that she wasn't up to catch on university gossip had helped create this version of Jeno, the super nice version.
“Oh, hi Jeno.” Y/N's friend spoke loudly and waved her hand behind Y/N, who widened her eyes and felt her heart suddenly speed up, she didn't think to do anything but run away without looking back.
She went quickly to the kitchen as felt a heat rise from her neck to her entire face. The kitchen wasn’t as crowded as the living room and she leaned against the fridge, placing her hand on her chest to calm her heart and she closed her eyes, feeling wobbly legs.
With her breath recovered, she opened her eyes and kept leaning against the fridge, the feeling of being safe filling her.
“Hi Y/N.” she screamed when heard Jeno's voice so close and looked to the side, seeing the boy holding a beer jump back at her scream.
He was confused and she was even more so.
"You weren't..." she pointed to the door, trying to understand how suddenly he was there beside her, blinking a few times until she remembered her friend.
Oh of course!
It felt like the entire universe was making fun of her.
"I didn't mean to scare you." Jeno admitted and she laughed, perplexed.
"It wasn’t your fault." technically, it was.
Mainly because he was irresistible. If Jeno were ugly it would be a lot easier to control her hormones.
Y/N looked ahead, disbelieving herself. She wasn't that impulsive or overly thoughtful, she didn't tend to get attached to things that shouldn't be big.
Like, if she was in her normal self, she wouldn't feel shy about being around Jeno after what happened in the locker room but she was.
She could feel the tension between her fingers, she even wanted to say something to end that awkward atmosphere but she didn't know what to say.
That his ass was really pretty? No, out of the question.
"No need to be embarrassed around me." Jeno spoke first and she looked at him instantly, his face was calm and she could look better since his hair didn't cover his forehead like the other times. "I'd say we're almost even."
"What?"
“You saw me naked that day and I heard you moan that night with Sungchan.”
Y/N's eyes widened and Jeno drank the rest of his beer in one gulp, putting the bottle on top of the fridge, looking back at her.
"You heard?" she stuttered and wanted to beat herself up for it.
"His bedroom wall is next to mine sooo." Jeno shrugged and she wanted a hole to open up in the floor, suck her in until she was 70.
Y/N scratched her head, not knowing what to say and looked away.
All of her femme fatale image that she'd created over the last year had dissolved and it was all Jeno's fault.
“I just thought it was a waste.” Lost in thought, Y/N didn't notice that Jeno moved a little closer to her, his chest almost touching her shoulder.
She only noticed when turned to face him, his face was serious and his eyes fixed on her.
"A waste?"
"Someone with a mouth like yours" Jeno brought his fingers to Y/N's chin and lifted her face, bringing his own closer. She could feel his breath against hers. “can moan much louder.”
Y/N swallowed, feeling her legs tremble and she realized that Jeno would do damage with words alone, but she raised an eyebrow defiantly.
She wouldn't let herself be beaten by so little.
"Why? Are you going to call me to see the trophies in your room?” She questioned, bringing her face even closer to Jeno and their lips were inches away.
"I'll show you the biggest one." he replied with conviction and Y/N ran her tongue over her dry lips, making Jeno watch the movement carefully.
Keeping her eyes fixed on his, she smiled knowingly and nodded.
Jeno reciprocated and took her hand, leading her out of the kitchen with him in justifiable haste. Y/N didn't care, in fact she kept pace with him up the stairs because she was just as anxious as he, she almost pulled him by the white sweatshirt he wore for a warm kiss in the middle of the hallway.
Jeno pulled her into the room and released her hand to lock the door, she smiled mischievously taking a few steps back.
“Why are you going to lock it?” she put her hands in the back pockets of the dark jeans she was wearing and Jeno turned to face her.
Jeno questioned with a look and all Y/N replied was a raised eyebrow, he got the message and left the door the way it was, approaching with long and slow steps, this only made Y/N watch him from bottom to top.
He wore white sneakers, neon orange baggy pants, the white sweatshirt and some necklaces. But it was Jeno's face that Y/N spent the most time analyzing, the blue hair was now a little faded and pulled back. She had a wide view of the eyes that stared at her deeply.
When Jeno was close enough to her, Y/N's eyes fell on Jeno's full pink lips, there was no denying that she was mesmerized but he didn't look too different from her.
It was time for Y/N to take a deep breath, feeling butterflies in her stomach, and Jeno advanced on her, pulling her by the back of her neck until their lips met for the first time that night. It was a strong and shocking impact, like lightning cutting through the sky, she grabbed Jeno's sweatshirt to keep her balance as her legs were weak as his lips moved against hers in a thirsty way. The two were in a hurry and the first kiss they would share that night wouldn't be the least bit slow, no, the desire they felt for each other didn't allow the moment to become sweet, it was almost animal.
When their tongues met, Y/N sighed and pulled Jeno's body against hers feeling like his pants were actually thin fabric and all that kept her from feeling the texture of his skin was that idiot piece of clothing.
A little desperate, she started to walk backwards and Jeno's other hand grabbed her waist and led her to the bed, Y/N's knees bumped against the material and she let her body fall back against the mattress breaking the kiss. Jeno lay down on top of her and Y/N took her hands to quickly remove his necklaces, throwing them across the bedroom floor.
"This will have to get out of the way." she informed him, making him chuckle lightly.
Jeno ran his tongue over her red lips and nodded before starting to kiss her neck, Y/N just closed her eyes and took her hand to his hair, tangling the strands between her fingers and pulling them when his tongue found her skin.
She didn't want to moan so soon but it was hard to contain the sound as Jeno dragged his teeth against her neck, so she just tilted her head to the side and gave him full access so he could continue to devour her skin.
“I hear you like marks.” he speaks softly next to her ear, which shivers. "Let's see how many you can handle tonight."
When she thought to speak, Jeno sucked the skin of her neck and her legs shook, the breath failed and another moan escaped, she only had the strength to grab his hair once more.
She didn't want to open her eyes, just feel what he was providing, but when she felt him pull away, she did so suddenly. To meet Jeno's eyes covered in lust and his fingers went to the hem of the blouse she was wearing, his cold fingers touched the skin of her belly lightly and he began to remove her blouse in incomprehensible calm.
Jeno moved, lowering his head to kiss every inch of skin he exposed as he took off her blouse and Y/N helped him completely, he held both sides of her waist and distributed kisses all over the region while she, already without strength, threw her blouse in some corner anyway.
Her fingers found Jeno's hair again and she continued gripping the strands as he seemed to delight in her skin. Every time his tongue found her red-hot skin, every suck and bite was having an immediate reaction in Y/N's below the belly, which was starting to get wet.
She was surprised at her own body but the devotion with which Jeno enjoyed every inch of her exposed skin was making all the arousal she felt speed up.
But she didn't want to be left behind, so opened her eyes and brought her fingers to his shoulders, gripping the sweatshirt tightly and pulling it up, indicating to Jeno what she wanted to do.
He lifted the torso, stopping the kisses, and let Y/N take off, she did it with some haste and the white shirt he was wearing underneath came out with it. She saw him smile widely when the torso was exposed.
Y/N threw the clothes away and brought her fingers to caress Jeno's skin, now she could worship every bit of his chest and noticed what hockey did to Jeno's body that was always covered in baggy clothes, she hadn't had the opportunity to analyze the boy's defined abs, because on the day of the bet her attention was on something else.
But now she not only could, she would.
Jeno wasn't overly muscular, but his broad shoulders stirred up Y/N in a way she'd never felt before. She ran her fingers over his collarbone and met his stiff shoulders, squeezing the spot and he grunted.
Wasting no more time, Jeno approached to initiate a new, more coveted kiss and she took the opportunity to wrap her legs around his waist, bringing him much closer. The thin fabric of Jeno's pants made Y/N feel in the heat of her desire that he was just as excited as she was, it made her bite his bottom lip and pull it to her as he growled once more.
“How long are you going to be teasing?” she asked as they moved away and heard Jeno laugh.
"Until I make you scream." he replied and moved his hips against hers, making her take a deep breath as she felt his arousal.
Jeno brought his hand up to Y/N's shin and pulled her leg away, ready to complain Jeno shut her up as he brought his fingers to the button on her pants, making her take off the sneakers she was wearing awkwardly. Y/N smirked as he lowered the zipper, his finger was so close to where she needed it, just a little down…
Jeno took off her pants in one movement and placed his hands on each of her thighs, spreading them apart so he had a full view, especially her wet panties.
"You will undo that little smile very soon." he warned and Y/N felt every muscle in her thigh quiver as Jeno lowered his head, predicting that he would pay attention to her wet spot, he antagonized her and brought his lips to her right thigh.
Y/N already felt like she was close to seeing stars and he hadn't even touched her the way she craved, Jeno's wet lips took care of her skin once more and so close to her panties, but he didn't give in to the temptation.
He bit and sucked and kissed her thigh until he was satisfied, then turned his attention to her other thigh. Jeno immediately went to the spot that had the bruise he had accidentally left on her skin and from what Y/N was feeling, because she didn't have the strength to keep her eyes open, he was bent on leaving another bruise there. Only this time, very well aware of it.
The weak legs, the heavy breathing and the fact that Jeno was with his tongue so close to where she wanted the most, made her moan louder, only in complaint.
She needed him, urgently.
"Jeno." She pleaded, opening her eyes slowly and without force. "Please."
She saw him lift his head, an expression of false innocence that made her panties even wetter.
"Please what?" he placed a kiss near her panties and Y/N felt her stomach squeak.
"Don't torture me anymore."
He stared at her a little longer and smirked.
"Hmm I don't think so."
"I'm serious, can you just-" Jeno interrupted her, bringing his finger down to Y/N's soaked panties and she groaned. "My God."
She didn't have the strength to keep her eyes open, but the sight of Jeno staring at the way his finger touched her was just too pleasurable.
Feeling wetter and wetter and her heart pounding against the ribs, he pushed her panties to the side and his finger found the place where she needed him most, pulsing for him.
She bit her lip to hold back the moans but Jeno was willing to make her lose all the super self control she had, so he took two fingers to get inside her and that's where Y/N got lost.
Closing her eyes, she began to moan more and more as he touched her deliciously. She felt her insides squeezing his finger and it made her even wetter, the famous sensation formed in her belly and she was already wriggling her toes ready to surrender to the pleasure when Jeno stopped.
When she felt him take his finger off her, Y/N opened her eyes in shock and confusion.
But she was almost there...
"What…?"
She couldn't even ask properly and saw Jeno bring his fingers to his mouth and suck.
If she hadn't been so weak, she would have pulled him into her right away.
Jeno kicked off his shoes anyway and his pants too, then took off Y/N's panties and she just felt anxiety take over her body before he brought his mouth down to her pulsing flesh.
The frustration she'd felt at having almost reached her climax had been replaced by more desire, she just gave herself to Jeno and grabbed his hair once more as he devoured her like a hungry animal.
This was what she wanted, no manners or finesse. She wanted a caveman who would make her feel drunk with pleasure, who would not only make her see the stars but take her to paradise.
A dirty love, she didn't want to be treated like a lady. Because the way he ate her and made her moan, said just that.
When she was about to reach her climax, Jeno didn't stop and her vision started to blur and she couldn't contain the scream that came from the back of her throat as gave her all to him.
Y/N took a breath and felt her lungs hurt but she was smiling drunk, still not opening her eyes and weak, Jeno moved away and she only heard a few noises until she recognized one of a package being opened.
When she had the strength to open her eyes, Jeno had already put on the condom and approached her again, she called him with her finger and he smiled full of lust. Y/N rested her hands on his shoulders as Jeno adjusted to enter her as she wanted so badly. He took a hand up to her thigh and brought it up to his waist, making her hug his hip with her leg as he stared at her intensely and Y/N was lost in Jeno's dark iris, he went deep in one go. Y/N cried because she was sensitive and because he filled her in such a delicious way, feeling her insides tighten Jeno, it was his turn to moan and she leaned their foreheads together, closing her eyes as he started to move.
The first few thrusts were light and Y/N searched for his lower lip with her teeth, biting and making him squeak.
"No, I want everything from you." she spoke softly, opening her eyes and saw Jeno frowning, it was clear he was holding back but that wasn't what she wanted. “Look at me, Jeno.” he obeyed and Y/N felt her whole body tingle. “Be rough to me, I'm not a china doll. Don't be nice, don’t hold back.”
Y/N saw a different glint in Jeno's eyes and he didn't say anything, he nodded, thrusting deep and hard into her.
Y/N groaned while smiling and encouraged him to continue the way she wanted, he did. Each thrust, each movement deeper in a wild rhythm. She asked for more and he delivered.
She moaned and he squeezed the fingers that held her waist.
She would squeeze him from the inside and he would say dirty things close to her ear.
Y/N scratched Jeno's back feeling the apex close by and he groaned softly, his fingers left her waist to grip the headboard and he continued thrusting until she screamed once more under him and called his name nonstop while she fell apart.
Jeno didn't take long to reach his apex and soon his body weight fell on Y/N's, he took a deep breath before getting out of her and out of the bed to discard the condom in the bedroom trash.
Y/N lay there trying to catch her breath, lying on the bed admiring him, feeling completely addicted to Jeno and when he got back into bed, lying next to her, Y/N turned to him, her eyes tired with a big smile.
Jeno also looked at her with a smile, a little more restrained, and unable to control himself he brought his hand to her cheek and approached her to give her a soft kiss on the lips, catching her off guard.
She reciprocated, feeling her stomach turn even with such a simple kiss.
When they pulled away, Jeno caressed her cheek.
"Was I a caveman enough for you?"
She laughed in agreement.
"But I haven't had enough of you." she admitted and Jeno smiled.
“We can change that, then.”
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hykwrld · 1 year
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𝟏𝟏:𝟓𝟑 𝐩𝐦
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jeno x gn!reader (afab anatomy). 474 words. 
contains : dom and sub dynamics, cunnilingus, praise, overstimulation, mentions of crying, pussy drunk jeno <3, slight mention of dumbification
a/n: my first drabble!! i hope you guys enjoyed reading it and i would love to hear your thoughts 🫶🏼 dedicated to my fellow jeno lover @okjeno <333
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“that’s it, baby, always so good for me,” jeno praises before he goes back to licking up your release, chin nearly dripping with it. you’re practically crying from the overstimulation, losing count of how many times he’s made you cum like this. he hasn’t given you a single break, just fucking you with his tongue over and over until you’re nearly seeing stars.
jeno’s had you like this for what feels like hours, tongue buried in your cunt, lapping feverishly as if he was starving. it started with you riding his face, hips rolling down to meet the pace of his tongue. his nose brushes your clit, arms hooked around your thighs to pull you even closer, absolutely losing himself in your pussy. he doesn’t stop after the first, second, third orgasm he gives you, only changing positions when you whimpered that you were too tired. he lays you down, barely giving you any rest before his large palms are forcing your thighs open, going back to his previous actions.
you feel another orgasm building quickly, nearly writhing away from his tongue. he tuts, pulling you back again, starting to rub little circles on your clit with his thumb and quickly, the pain fades, replaced by an overwhelming pleasure. you whimper, tears rolling down your cheeks as your hips buck, sensitivity at an all time high.
“j-jeno, can’t,” is all you can muster between whines and moans, breathing already growing laboured and shaky as you feel your orgasm growing rapidly.
he doesn’t slow his pace, if anything, he speeds up, spreading your thighs further. he’s so drunk on the taste of you, on the way you whimper when his tongue dips inside of you, how your body trembles when he brings you over the edge. you listen to him so well, giving him one more every time he pleads, letting him bury his face in your pretty cunt for as long as he wants to keep him happy. whenever he touches you, his end goal is to fuck you dumb, make his name the only thing you can remember, but in the process, he lets himself be consumed by his greed for you, how badly he wants to taste you. he wants to stay between your thighs, making you cum over and over so he can taste your sweetness; he wants to be absolutely drunk on your pussy. this time is no different.
“just one more, baby, one more. give me one more,” he whispers, speeding up to try and push you over the edge. and just like every other time, he laps your juices up quickly, not stopping, even when your hands tug on his hair, writhing from the stimulation.
“you taste so sweet, love, think you can give me one more?”
and if it’s jeno asking, how could you ever say no?
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neopuppy · 2 years
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Koi No Yokan (M)
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Preview: “Gross Dad, why are you staring at my teacher like that?” Moon mimics a gagging sound of disgust. Latching onto the end of her fathers leather sleeve with a forceful tug. Having to distribute her weight around to make a small budge at the thick jacket. Inching down only a centimeter on her dads broad shoulders.
The Alpha sporting a languorous smile blinks sheepishly. Patting the top of her tangled hair to steer attention off his favorite piece of clothing. His fingers caught up in the results from an intense game of tag at lunch. “What do you mean by that pup?”
“You’re looking at her exactly like you used to stare at mom.” Moon broadcasts, swatting his hand away from her tender scalp.
“Moon!”
“Dad!”
Pairing: dilf alpha Jeno x female omega reader
Word Count: 8k+
Genre: modern a/b/o AU, single dad Jeno, pwp, fluff, some crack, M/F, good boy bad boy Jeno, one shot
Smut Warning: oral(F receiving), fingering, mild corruption kink, blind folding, slick, squirting, knotting, crying
a/n: Jeno day💘🥳
Snacktime carries the scent of crisp citrus today. Orchestrated with eruptions of giggles and the telltale ‘yucky!’ as tangerine juices create a mess of the children’s snack area. Each pup knew better than to eat with hands full of paint by now.
All except for one.
Moon Lee’s cheeks were smeared with black watercolors in less than a minute's time. Reactivated by the sticky fruit juice forming stains all over her chin and cheeks. She chomped away mindlessly, filling her mouth up with the delicious treat. A disastrous vision explaining why non-toxic paints were more of a need than preference.
“Moon, why do we have hand washing stations short enough for student’s to reach if you won’t utilize them?” You can’t help but smile. Attempting to wipe away the mess from her cheeks with a dampened cloth. Earning a grimace from your student continuously chewing on her afternoon snack.
“My dad says it’s a waste of time since we just get dirty again after eating!” Moon announces with pride.
Well that is just terrible advice.
“Let’s get you cleaned up so the other kids can begin their duties alright?” You direct her to follow you over to the washing area. Crawling on your knees to stay by her side. Thank Goddess for foam mats spread across the floors to avoid any injuries.
“What’s your assigned role today Moon?” You ask, pumping some antibacterial soap in her held out hands. Checking the temperature of the water before her small bubbled fingers glide through.
“Art class.” she grumbles, throwing a stare across the room where one of the tables is covered in different supplies of paper, markers, and paint.
“Ah well, I suppose you will need to wash your hands again after that.”
Moon’s eyes widen, clearly struck with a thought. She smiles proudly showing off a top row of missing teeth. “I doubt it!”
Without drying off her hands, she shakes them off before hopping away. Leaving you with a confused expression.
“Days almost over.” Taeyong enters your classroom. Extending an arm out to help you stand up. The two of you make way to the front as your class follows their duty to begin cleaning before heading home.
Your spine cracks, stretching after chasing groups of toddlers around. Groaning with the realization that it’s only Tuesday.
“Yet I feel as if the day has just begun.” You whine. Leaning into Taeyong’s arm. “These kids can be more than a handful sometimes.”
“That one in particular is a rambunctious little one isn’t she.” Your coworker Taeyong rests against the podium at the front of your class. Nudging you off his dainty frame to do the same. Chin perched in hand watching as Moon directs 3 boys to clean up the art supplies she’d been assigned to organize today. “Has the scent of future Alpha all over her.”
“I’ve skimmed through her files, I mean, I had to after that incident when she pantsed Sunwoo right before I turned the lights back on at the end of naptime.” You recall, having stressed about the situation to Taeyong at the time. Moon had been too clever for her young age, she acted innocent as ever even after her classmate was adamant to accuse her. There was no way to prove her to be the culprit with the lights dimmed after all.
“Sunwoo’s the one she’s hovering behind right now right?” Taeyong notes, tipping his frames lower on the bridge of his nose. “Omega energy that boy has.”
“I think she may have a little tiny crush on him.” You settle closer to whisper. “He’s sort of become her lacky since that day. Moon never completes her daily tasks alone anymore. She’s a bit too cunning and witty already.”
“Why do you think that is? How can a five year old with an iphone already know how to outsmart an adult?” Taeyong wonders. Observing the way Moon cracks her metaphorical whip to order the boys around.
“Well, she is raised in a single-parent household.” You make sure to whisper, tapping the tip of your pen on the wooden podium. “She’s actually a year older than the rest of her schoolmates. Her Alpha father started her late, I couldn’t find the reason.”
“Raised by a single Alpha?” Taeyong repeats. Smirking as Moon stomps her foot angrily over construction paper stacked in a choppy manner. Her small finger directs two boys, scoffing a ‘Do I have to do everything myself?’.
“Yeah, that explains it.”
“Should I intervene?“ you ask. Calming when Sunwoo returns to straighten out the construction paper cubby, hiding a dimpled smile from Moon’s eyesight.
“No one stops principal Jung from ordering me around to pick up his coffee. I’m a first grade teacher and a food delivery driver.” Taeyong mutters sarcastically. “Life’s tough, she’s just preparing Sunwoo for the future.”
Moon was sure about one thing. Completely unscathed by any of the mess, her hands remained clean.
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“Teacher, my dad’s not here!” Moon tugs at your wrist gazing up with big worried eyes. Drawing you to lower yourself closer to her short stature.
“If he doesn’t show up within the next five minutes, I’ll call him up. How about that?” You reassure. Fixing the stray baby hairs that have been blown onto her cheeks from standing outside for too long.
Moon sulks, tapping the iphone screen clutched in her much too small hand. Noticing she has an even newer version than you, as well as no cracks on the screen.
“If dad’s running late, he always texts me!” She glowers. “He knows I have drum practice today!”
“Why don’t you call him up. I’ll wait here wi—“
A rumbling much too loud engine disrupts your speech. The sleek black motorcycle it comes from rips through the courtyard. Speeding past the playground closer to the entrance where you wait.
“Oh my goodness, Moon!” Panicking, you drop down to your knees, ready to shield the child with your body.
“Dad!!” Moon bounces free from your arms without hesitation. Having to grab a hold onto the concrete ground to not lose your balance and faceplant.
“Moon be careful!” You stand up quickly to chase after her, dusting your hands off on your thighs. The small girl skips up to the motorcycle, long hair lively around her head as she does with each step.
“Dad!” Moon shouts again to be heard over the loud engine. Folding her arms over her chest sternly. The man above her locking the bike in place. Shutting off the motorcycle, silence returning for the time being.
“Why are you late!” Moon scolds. The man above her steps over the bike. Helmet hiding his face with a dark shield you’d have to be close up to see into.
“Dad?” You murmur to yourself. From the leather scuffed boots leading up to skintight black jeans. A belt hung too low on his hips for any purpose other than show, there was no way this could be anyone’s father..
A deep sighed breath emits once his mouth is free of the helmet. Pulling the rest off, dark blue black hair shakes free. A fresh undercut hidden under the hairstyle messily ruined beneath the helmet. Lines shaved horizontally across both sides for an edgier impact.
You have to control the gasp ready to erupt from your lungs. Catching sight of the beauty mark just below the corner of his eye. Irises disappearing behind a smile, lost in the fan of thick dark eyelashes.
This was not just any man. This was cry baby Jeno Lee.
The Alpha that grew up on the wrong side of town. Known for causing chaos up and down Incheon with his group of punk friends that followed his every step.
“Ah Moon, I’m sorry.” Jeno’s voice is raspy, deeper than you recall. Hanging his helmet on the handle by its strap, he squats down to match Moon’s level much like you had. Palms covering the majority of her shoulders as he pouts. “Haircut appointment ran longer than I expected, forgive me?”
“Hmmph!” Moon stomps, slinging back an even poutier pout. Losing none of her assertiveness with her posture. “I can’t forgive you so easily dad! What are you going to buy me?”
The Alpha clicks his tongue with a smirk, shaking his head. “Taught you too well haven’t I?”
“You owe me dad!” Moon pokes her father’s chest with demand. “You had my teacher worried sick!”
Moon turns half body to gesture toward where you stand nearby foolishly eavesdropping in on the confrontation. The Alphas smile falters, meeting your gaze, moving to stand up abruptly and smooth out the much ill-fitted sleeves of his leather jacket. Appearing more painted on his body with each flex of his biceps rippling through the material.
“I’m so sorry. My apologies, I didn’t see you standing there.” He clears his throat. Voice coming out much smoother now, with a small hint of gravel.
“That’s alright!” You chirp. Reminding yourself to blink and not ogle one of your students’ fathers. No matter how much his pronounced bare chest peaking between his collar insisted on acquiring your attention. “It happens!”
“I’m normally early.” The Alpha steps forward. Moon clings to his leg with her two small feet pinched together on his boot. That explains the scuff marks. “I feel so embarrassed now, Moon speaks so highly of you whenever I pick her up.”
“Ah..” you can feel a heat rise up your nape, threatening to invade your cheeks and give away how shy you feel. “It’s nothing to be embarrassed of Mr. Lee. Moon is always a joy to be around.”
“Jeno.”
“Yes?”
“Call me Jeno.” He nods, leaving you breathless with a smile reaching his eyes.
“Of course.” With a tight smile, you wave toward Moon. “I believe someone has drum practice to get to! I won’t keep you any longer. A pleasure to meet you!”
Waving, you turn away sucking down a deep breath of air. Mentally reciting a prayer to not trip and fall on the way back inside to the school. Jeno’s intense gaze boils down your back, not helping your attempt to act graceful.
“Gross Dad, why are you staring at my teacher like that?” Moon mimics a gagging sound of disgust. Latching onto the end of her fathers leather sleeve with a forceful tug. Having to distribute her weight around to make a small budge at the thick jacket. Inching down only a centimeter on her dads broad shoulders.
The Alpha sporting a languorous smile blinks sheepishly. Patting the top of her tangled hair to steer attention off his favorite piece of clothing. His fingers caught up in the results from an intense game of tag at lunch. “What do you mean by that pup?”
“You’re looking at her exactly like you used to stare at mom.” Moon broadcasts, swatting his hand away from her tender scalp.
“Moon!”
“Dad!”
“Don’t..” Jeno makes to squat down again with a sigh. Taking a hold of his daughter’s arms with a serious expression. “Don’t repeat that okay?”
“Dad noooo..” Moon grimaces. Squeezing her fathers cheeks together until his eyebrows twist with confusion. “She’s my favorite teacher!”
“Moon, you’re only in the First grade.” Jeno shrugs. Kissing the inside of her palms as he moves her off. Standing back up to grab the child size helmet locked to one of his bike’s handles. “You’re going to have so many more teachers after this.”
A loud whine sounds, his daughter pummeling the sides of his thighs with slaps. Jeno laughs, hoisting her to sit on the bike. Thinking over to himself- you might be his favorite teacher as well.
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“Moon, what’s wrong?” Squatting down to match your student’s eye level, you notice her frustrated pout.
“My dad didn’t pack my lunch today!” She exclaims. Cheeks puffed out annoyed, tapping her phone's screen to light up with 0 new notifications. “He never forgets! and he isn’t answering me.”
“You’ve messaged him already?” You ask, recalling that Moon has never been a student to require any of the extra snacks stored for those whose parents had neglected to send them off to school properly. She always had bento boxes, stacks of snacks and juice boxes. A well balanced meal of protein, vegetables, and fruit. It had to be the first time you’d seen her without one of her fancy lunch boxes that many other student’s fawned over.
She nods, puffing her cheeks out in irritation. “We weren’t even rushing today, he even made my favorite breakfast smoothie.”
“I’m here!!” A deep voice bounces through the room. The leather jacket clad Alpha steps in carrying a lunch bag in hand. Arms outstretched, raising the tight leather up on his torso. Deep V defines his hips on full display to make you choke on your spit. Nothing but smooth milky flesh leading to what lies beneath jeans that seemed painted on his thighs.
“Dad!” Moon shouts, jumping up from her seat. Throttling her small body into the Alphas free arm hard enough to knock his breath away. “You forgot my lunch! I’m starving!”
“Ahh, the dramatics.” He laughs raspily. Squishing her beneath a large bicep flexing out. Eyelashes fan his cheekbones, falling shut in embrace with his daughter. Blinking up catching your stare suddenly. “Probably had your teacher worried sick again.”
“Is that why you didn’t pack my lunch?” Moon hisses, taking a step back with her hands clutched to her father’s shoulders. She kicks his shin, causing the Alpha’s eyes to widen, trying to bite back an embarrassing sound of pain.
“Moon!”
“Dad!” She rolls her eyes. Snatching her lunch away from him to join the other kids already halfway done with their packed meals.
The Alpha stands, straightening out his jacket pretending to ignore the dull throb his shin gives.
“Sorry about this.” He approaches you, shrugging. “I’m never this forgetful, honestly.”
“Should I call you if this ever happens again Mr. Lee?”
“Jeno.” He repeats himself from the day prior. “I told you, call me Jeno.”
“Jeno..yes, I remember.”
“If you don’t mind..” he glances at an expensive silver wrist watch. Hand flexed tight protruding veins up to his knuckles. “I’m running short on time before I have to head back to work. I’m going to eat with Moon for a bit.”
“Oh, of course by all means.” You point toward where the children eat, motioning for him to use the floor. “Space is minimal.”
“I’ll figure it out.” He winks unabashedly, tongue poking between his lips in a flirtatious manner. Striding to sit where Moon has begun separating the different snacks and packages set up for her.
The Alphas jeans are even more drool worthy from the back. Practically stuck to his skin, swearing you hear the fabric squeak as he walks if you listen close enough.
“Holy poop.” Taeyong begins to blubber upon entering your classroom. Nearly spilling the tray of coffee for two in his hands. He comes to stand at your side, gawking at the Alpha that’s sat at a table much too small for his size. In a plastic chair only able to carry half of his bottom. Moon in his lap being spoon fed her neatly packed soup.
“Who the hell is that?” Taeyong questions much too loudly.
You sigh motioning him to quiet down. Trying to not sound as lost in a daze as you feel. Quietly thanking Taeyong for providing you with coffee as you settle. “That would be Moon Lee’s father.”
Taeyong spatters, blowing too hard at the mug in hand. Causing some to trickle out and spill down his hand with a hiss. “You mean the single father??”
“That is exactly who I mean.” You state.
“Oh my Goddess, how are you not leaking slick everywhere?” Taeyong whispers. Covering his mouth as he speaks. The Alpha not sitting by close enough to catch any of your conversation, thankfully.
“By a pitiful prayer to the moon Goddess herself.” You clutch at your drink. Legs squeezed miserably shut after Jeno’s removed his leather jacket. Sporting a much too snug fitted black turtleneck. Abdominal muscles rippling beneath the material as he sat down. “May she not let me commit heinous sins.”
“I think the Goddess would have to agree with me.” Taeyong fans himself jokingly. “Some sins need to be committed.”
“You know what the worst part is?” You lean in closer to him. Licking your dry lower lip. Salivating at the mere memories of the Alpha that have taken over your mind since yesterday. Taeyong nods for you to continue, placing an open hand by his ear for you to speak into.
“Remember that one time after work, when you convinced me to spill my secrets?”
“You mean when you got hammered and confessed some undying teenage obsession with some bad boy Alpha back home?” Taeyong corrects in a sassy manor, cocking his hip. Rolling your eyes you place a finger on your lips to shush him, again.
“Yeah. That.” You shrivel, hunched over the podium, nudging your chin in Moon’s fathers direction. “That right there is my wet dream bad boy Alpha.”
Taeyong gasps, earning a few looks from the students. Returning them with a large toothy smile and wave to continue eating.
“Goddess, what are the chances one of your favorite students’ father— single father, is the same dude you lusted over and thought about when your dorky boyfriend couldn’t find your clit?”
“How is it I was the only one inebriated that night?” You grunt, shoving an elbow into your friend's side. “You remember way too many details about that story.”
“I can’t let you live down fantasizing about some Alpha with a nickname like Cry Baby.” Taeyong smirks, shifty eyed and wiggling his brows. “Can only imagine I’d be the one crying like a baby after he’s through with me.”
“Same.” You cringe admitting. “Guess I have to let that fantasy go now. Can’t possibly try to hookup with one of my students' parents.”
“And why not?” Taeyong appeals, huffing as he goes on. “There is no rule anywhere in the guidelines about that, and if there is, well I’m screwed.”
“You didn’t.” Now it’s your turn to splutter. Fixing your coworker with a look of shock.
“Oh I did, biggest Alpha I’ve ever taken too. Spring break, last year, we had an impromptu parent teacher conference. Let me tell you— I was the one begging for daddy that day.” He chides, finishing with a wink.
“How principal Jung hasn’t terminated you yet— especially after you crashed his tail light and my headlight all at once..”
“Hey! That’s unfair! My heat suppressants were wearing off.” Taeyong pouts, standing straight with a stomp as if he’s one of your students. “and Alpha Jaehyun smelled far too delicious.”
“You mean principal Jung..” you begin to correct Taeyong’s lack of formality. A palm raises to your face, halting you.
“He’s Alpha Jaehyun when slick leaks through my trousers at the mere sight of him.” Taeyong boasts.
“Get out of my classroom.”
“Fine, fine.” Taeyong scoffs, gathering his now gone cold coffee. “But I’ll tell you something, it’s strange that Moon’s father didn’t just leave her lunch in the main office. That’s what all my kids parents’ do.”
“I’m sure it’s just a mistake. He’s never done it before.”
Of course, it seemed like a common mistake.
Until it happened again, and again, and again.
The Alpha had inserted himself to be one of your students at this point. Infiltrating on Moon’s lunch time, leaving her frustrated with arms crossed over her chest that she couldn’t freely bother Sunwoo with her father around.
“Mr. Lee.. I mean, Jeno, I don’t know how appropriate it is for you to have lunch in our classroom everyday.” You bring up, following him out into the hallway before the last bell ending lunchtime rings.
“Ah, I’m not like this usually.” He blushes, rubbing at his nape. “I really never forget to pack Moon’s lunch.”
“Well I think five times in a row is a bit excessive.”
Jeno nods, snapping his fingers. “I think I know what it is.”
Here it comes, you brace yourself. Holding onto the doorknob behind your back. The Alpha smiling wide before you, sending your heart into a frenzy of flutters.
“I can’t get you off of my mind.” He taps his chin playfully. “I feel like..I feel like I’ve met you before?”
“Cry baby..” you say abruptly. Clenching your jaw tightly to not splutter in embarrassment. The Alpha’s eyes snap open, emitting a cute ‘ohh?’.
“Wow, no one calls me that anymore..” Jeno grins, waving his hand out. “Not since high school? Did w—“
“We didn’t go to school together..” you interrupt. “I went to the private all girl’s school up the street. Sister Mary Catherines.”
“The girlssssss school.” He snaps, waving his index finger as he remembers. “Plaid skirts. Yeah, I hung out in front of those guarded gates many days.”
“Yes. You had a motorcycle back then too.”
Jeno’s eyes sparkle, biting on his lower lip. Head tilting up unveiling more of his thick neck. “Did we ever?..”
“No!” You spew, covering your mouth in surprise. “I had a boyfriend!”
“Ah, that’s a shame.” The Alpha grins, stepping back to give you a look up and down. Walking backwards through the hall toward the exit. “What was I thinking? There’s no way I’d forget you.”
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It seems like a perfect setup when Jeno parks his bike right in front of your car. He’s squatted down, toying with the loose wire visible inside your shattered headlight.
“I’ve been meaning to get that fixed.” You shamefully admit. The Alpha standing up, fisting into the pocket of his notorious leather jacket.
“You can get pulled over for this, you know?” His head shakes, flicking out a business card.
“A car shop?”
“My car shop.” Jeno announces pridefully. He taps the card between your fingers. “There’s no way I can allow for my daughter's favorite teacher to drive around like this.”
“Ah, that’s sweet. I just don’t have much time.” You mumble off to change the topic. “Lee’s body shop? Surprised you didn’t go for Cry Baby’s car repair.”
“Ah, I told you, no one calls me that anymore.” Jeno says, bashfully playing with the hair at his nape. Maybe even blushing.
“How did you get that nickname anyway?” You wonder. Vividly reminiscing about your high school classmates sharing tales of hickeys Cry Baby Lee gave them after school.
Jeno’s mouth tweaks to the side in thought. A smirk playing on his lips. “You’ll find out.”
“What’s that supposed to mean??”
Jeno shrugs less than innocently, nodding to the card. “Stop by anytime. I’ll keep the shop open late for you.”
That’s how you find yourself, mouth watering, wiping away the drool ready to humiliate you from your lower lip. Stood in front of the opened up garage.
Jeno kept to his word and returned to the shop after dropping Moon off at drum practice. Standing alone in the garage of his business in nothing but a half worn uniform and sweat soaked wife beater. Nipples peeking through the now sheer material, stained at the front with fingerprints of dirt and oil.
Messy. Gives bad advice and is messy. Somehow none of this registered as a red flag. Left awestruck at the visual of black tattoos hiding the majority of one of the Alphas arms.
Of course he has tattoos, of course. A full sleeve of tattoos. A crescent moon at the top cascading down to various shaped stars and clouds, leading to a wolf facing up, ending at the start of his wrist. Mouth and snout howling up Jeno’s forearm to the painted sky.
“The moon calls to me every night,” Jeno breaks your thoughts. Following the intricate artwork up to his bicep. “and I protect her.”
“That’s…that’s really beautiful.” You stutter, covering your mouth to swallow. “How much do I owe you for this?” You ask urgently, beginning to open up your wallet. Terrified by the floodgates of slick ready to destroy your underwear.
The Alpha towels at his oily hands. Cleaning off residue of dirt from pressing his palms to the concrete floor. Nose scrunching as he shakes his head with a ‘no’.
“Don’t be silly, I offered to do this for you.”
“I have to pay you somehow.” You insist. The Alphas tongues prods at his cheek. Pushed out as he pretends to think over options.
“There is something I can accept as payment.” He shrugs. “Think of it more as balancing things out.”
“I’m scared to ask what that could be.”
“Nothing much.” Jeno whips out his phone, tapping the screen to unlock. “I’m free Saturday night, Moon will be sleeping over at her cousins after they go to Lotte World.”
“Are you suggesting we..” you start, anxiously mumbling. The Alpha hands his phone over to you with a blank text on display.
“There’s this new cafe..” Jeno nods to the phone. “Put in your number, I’ll pick you up after I close the shop and get cleaned up.”
“This isn’t a good idea..” you caution. Tapping in your number and shooting yourself a text even so.
“Good ideas are overrated.” Jeno declares. Eyebrows bouncing eagerly, taking a step closer to you. He dangles your keys by your face, teasing you to reach for them.
“W-what does that even mean?” You gulp, glancing down to stare at your feet. Jeno’s big black leather boots trumping your clean ergonomically equipped work shoes for the purpose of standing around all day as a glorified babysitter.
With a finger placed under your chin, the Alpha fixes your gaze on his confident face again. Expression softening upon catching your pupils shaking.
“Don’t you ever get tired of being good?” He wonders, thumb smoothing across the jut of your chin. “It’s boring, worrying about social constructs and moral obligations. Being good is overrated.”
“Being good is all I know..” you shyly confess.
Jeno’s hands find your forearm. Thumbs pressing down the center as he swoops lower toward your wrist. Shutting your fingers around the keys placed in your palm. “You have a lot to learn, teacher.”
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Being good is overrated, and Jeno’s determined to make that clear.
“I can’t get on that.” You shift foot to foot apprehensively. The Alpha continues to hold out a helmet for you despite the last 5 minutes spent trying to convince you to not worry.
“I’ve been riding bikes for years. I’m a pro, I promise!” Jeno exclaims.
He holds out his arms in response to the unimpressed look you give. “You’re telling me a six year old can ride on this everyday but you can’t?”
“I don’t approve of that either, I’ll have you know.” You complain. Snatching the helmet from the Alpha. Bottom lip jutting out rethinking how long you spent on your hair.
“Your hair looks beautiful by the way.” Jeno compliments, noticing the frustration that twists between your brows. “But it’s either wearing this helmet or risking your skull's chances.”
Sneering, you tug on the helmet. “That makes me feel so much better, Alpha.”
“I’m Alpha now?” Jeno chuckles, clicking the strap on your helmet to close. Engine revving to life when he feels your weight adjust into the space behind him. “Hold onto me.”
Silently, you rope his waist for dear life. Thankful for the helmet shield hiding your flush. It’s not as if you could differentiate calling for your Alpha anymore between restless nights with vivid images of tight jeans and a painted on crisp leather jacket. Only a matter of time before it slipped from your spit slick lips. Scandalously drooling from behind your podium for some semblance.
Your face buries between Jeno’s shoulder blades, desperate to whimper from the heat ripping between your bodies. The Alpha drives smoothly, somehow managing to miss every crack and bump along the streets. Opting to avoid the freeway to not freak you out further.
The ride to the cafe takes no longer than ten minutes. Jeno had reassured you repeatedly it would be no Daytona 500 race. ‘A simple bike ride. Live a little.’
Needless to say your hair fell completely flattened, short ride or not. Jeno continues to compliment you, noting that your pretty dress matches the theme of the cafe.
“Must be destiny.” He smiles cheesily. Holding open the door that sounds a bell chime upon entering. “Have a feeling this is going to be some of the best cake I’ve ever tasted.”
“Do you now, Alpha?” You inquire, standing in line. “Consider yourself a connoisseur of cakes perhaps?”
Jeno cocks a brow, lips pursed coyly. Smiling more with his eyes than his mouth.
“You like red velvet?” The Alpha asks brushing off the implication in your question. Tapping the glass case displaying many beautifully decorated sweets. More distracted by how pristine even his fingers looked in comparison. Filed and shaped, shining as if he’d rubbed in cuticle oil.
“Sounds yummy.”
“Good, we can share.” Jeno pays. Completely ignoring your attempt to shove your card to pay before he can. Even including a tip for the teenage boy behind the register with a cool ‘keep the change’.
The Alpha nods to an empty table hidden in a corner, dimly lit and spread too far away from the others around. Setting down your tray of fruit teas and cake, Jeno is quick to slide out the seat for you and scoot his chair closer to your side.
Everything moves along swimmingly. Jeno stringing the conversation along easily knowing the in’s and out’s of your classroom by now.
“I was worried at first about sending Moon to kindergarten.” Jeno begins to confess, playing with the last bits of crumbs on your shared plate. “Last year was really hard for us.”
“Why so?” You ask, working on the last spoonful of cake he insisted you eat.
“Moon’s mom.. it’s kind of long story.” Jeno trails off with a sigh, visibly gulping. “But I must say, she’s really fond of you. Everyday I hear about her lovely teacher.”
“Moon’s such a great kid honestly. You’re doing a great job raising her.” You let him know. Licking the last pieces of cake clean off your fork. Choosing to not push to hear more about Jeno’s last relationship. Snooping around Moon’s files made it explicitly clear as day, Jeno’s a single dad. That’s all that really matters.
“Thanks.” The Alpha smiles, motioning to your lower lip. “You got a little..”
Reaching toward your lip, Jeno swipes a clump of frosting that’s gathered at the corner of your mouth. Leaving you agape in surprise, opened up releasing a gasp. Tar black irises laze taking in your innocent expression. More wanton in his eyes than meant to be. Stroking the pad of his fingertip deeper in until he meets the tip of your tongue.
Licking at his lips, Jeno swallows the dryness that’s infiltrated his throat. Leaning in closer as his finger makes a pathway through, following the line down the center of your tongue. “A.. little.. frosting..”
The Alpha mumbles deliriously, widened eyes blink his way mindlessly. Strumming a heat down to the muscle between his thighs. Chubbing up thick and fat, skirting a look across the table to quickly imagine throwing you down. Taking you for all to see.
Weeks of cumulation and saddened attempts of poor flirting leading up to this. Holding back the crazed desire to ravage you, destroy the purity exuding around you everyday.
Lips shut around his finger cautiously, a small suck tugs at his nail. Sucking air between his teeth as you give it another try. Experimentally moving your head just enough to get his finger coated in a wad of spit. Up and down, lightly sucking at his digit with each gentle pull back. Dizzied in a trance watching your lips form a heart shaped pout around his finger.
Jeno curses under his breath, glancing around to ensure no one gets a free show. Against his will, he slides free from your lips. Dragging down to your chin, pressing in to catch your stuck out bottom lip between his. Suckling and nibbling as his spit drenched finger glides between your breasts. Snaking beneath the unbuttoned top of your dress to press down on your now hardened nipple.
“Told you it would be some of the best cake I’ve ever had.” Jeno murmurs against your mouth. Tongue flicking out to catch the tip of yours. Shoving forward, trapped between his teeth. The tip of his finger rolls on your pointed breast. Swallowing and pulling your tongue further out between your lips until you moan.
“Alpha..”
“That’s it, Alpha.” Jeno hisses inside your mouth. Hand drawing free to find refuge between your thighs. Met with slick splattered skin on skin. No doubt leaked onto the chair beneath you. He has to swallow down the growl trying to rip free, slapping your inner thigh with a splash. “Such a good girl aren’t you? Already dripping wet for Alpha.”
All you can do is nod. Chest scattered with heat and prickles of goosebumps as Jeno collects your soaked underwear. Choked tightly in a fist as he rips them off to the side. Palming your cunt with a muttered ‘fuck’.
“How are you this wet already? Haven’t even fucked you yet, is that how badly you want it?” The Alpha rasps. Cleaning up the abundance of slick leaking out of your folds. Enough to wring out your underwear and form a puddle. A reminder of every wet dream inspired by Jeno.
“I’m gonna eat your pussy.” He states flatly. Fingers pressing around your clit teasingly. Smirking wolfishly, showing off perfectly aligned white teeth.
“Not here..not here.” You plead. Receiving a pinching hold around your folds. Labia clenched tightly between Jeno’s strong fingers. Clit engorged and poked out, begging to be rubbed good enough to get you off.
“Don’t want Alpha to fuck you right here? Let everyone know who this pussy belongs to now?” Jeno says, full of confidence. Digits lowering between the mortifying amount of slick flowing from your entrance. A mess, an absolute mess. “Let everyone see how good Alpha eats your pussy? Don’t you want that?”
“N-no…Alpha. H-here, no-not here.”
“Gonna let me take you home? Show you how my good Omega deserves to be fucked?” Jeno’s breath fans hot across your mouth. Pulsing around three fingers seething their way inside. He thrusts fast, forearm flexed in a quick jerk. Thumb smashing down on your clit with a mean rub. “Show me how pretty my Omega’s pussy looks after I fucking ruin it?”
“Y-yes, yes, yes!” You choke. Palm flattening on the table, tugging the cloth between fingers to reign your sanity. Climax hitting hard with Jeno’s thumb working magically. Rubbing your hardened clit into a frenzy of numbed stimulation. Spiraling out like electric waves of shock.
Strings of slick stick Jeno’s fingers together. Drawn out slowly, lapping up the sloppy aftermath from between his digits with a dark gaze locked on you. “We’re leaving.”
The ride home moves faster than the one before. Jeno wasting no time to race down the streets with your arms clutched around his trim waist. The first to jump from his bike once the brakes in place. Manhandling you off with ease, prepared to fall to his knees and start where you left off.
“Alpha, not here, please. I can’t.” You squirm, ass pushed to sit against the seat of Jeno’s bike. With a condescending ‘shh shh shh’ he taps your lips, head slowly shaking side to side.
“Good girls always can.” The Alpha quips. Smirk reaching one side of his mouth. “Are you my good girl?”
“Yes Alpha..”
“Then keep your eyes on me,” Jeno directs, jeans rustling beneath his knees as he bends to sit on them. The bottom of your dress folded up to show off the panties he’s destroyed. “and sit on my face.”
Jeno’s large palms spread on your ass, grip sinking in torturously. Gaze stuck on you as his mouth parts, jaw locking at the pull. Focused on the torn expression of unabiding arousal defeating your moral instinct. Growling with each lap and pointed roll of his tongue delivered to your clit.
Mouth hung open guzzling down the globs of wetness that won’t stop, Jeno growls ferociously. Nails dig into your fleshy bottom, bouncing you in his grasp. Licking and sucking you to the point of oversensitivity, having to hold onto the back of his brawny neck to stay grounded.
“Tastes like my pussy already.” Jeno mumbles, eliciting a rumble of tremors up your torso. Tingling with the vibrations of his muffled words. The possession ingrained in each syllable is enough to have you on your toes.
“A-alph—…s-stop!” You whine, contorting to bend forward and ride the last bits of high against his tongue. Jeno’s eyes are fiery, full of brazen desire to mark, claim. Eat you alive. “H-hurts! Ah!”
A dull throb hits, squirting out an explosion of slick. Enough to leave Jeno’s chin bathed in wetness like he got caught in a rainstorm. Left hiccuping through another orgasm cracking like lightning throughout your body. The Alpha could care less, unrelenting with the drag of his tongue. Vacuuming your release with a lewd suck, cleaning your pussy until it looks brand new. Ready to be used again and again.
It’s easy to maneuver you inside. Jeno kicking through the doors with arms full of your slackened figure. Feet dragging as you’re carried to his bedroom. Whimpering with your legs shutting on instinct where you lay.
“Still so shy, even with your pussy juices dripping down my throat.” Jeno licks his lips. Leather jacket coming off, thumbing the fitted black v-neck off in one quick motion. Tattoos blending in with the darkness filling his bedroom. More like shadows dancing across his skin under moonlight rivering its way past opened windows.
“I think this will help you relax.” Jeno reassures you, slipping a sash over your eyes. For the most part everything turns dark, the figure in front of you mostly obscured by the thin sheer material. It eases your racing heart, swallowing shallow breaths at a regulated pace.
“Do you want me to keep going?” Jeno asks with a gentle kiss placed at the center of your chest. He waits for the slight nod your chin gives, throat lodged tight with anticipation. Lips press against your pounding heart timing his breath with the speed your chest rises and falls at. Jeno’s scent has consumed yours, taken over by desire for the Alpha to take over.
Entering Jeno’s bedroom already had your knees weak. Wall to wall drenched in his natural aroma that carries traces of earth. While the Alpha had smelled of motor oil and musk the last time you were this close, his natural aroma was much more fresh. Masculine and sharp, cutting through the garden of your floral scent. Dress removed with a few loosened buttons as he leads you to the bed.
Everything about Jeno reflected strength, pure blood Alpha demanding everyone’s attention with his presence alone. His scent a reminder of the power an Alpha can hold over you.
His secret would surprise you in more than one way.
“Don’t hide from me.” Jeno pushes your thighs apart. Palms splayed flat, inhaling the assault of sex ridden slick permeating. Squelching heady and filthy, ready for the taking. “Pretty pussy all mine now.”
The button on his jeans nearly rips. Jeno kicks off his bottoms with practiced speed. The veins trailing up and down his cock pumping blood at a high rate. Filling his dick to full mass. Leaving you with gaped mouth as he shifts on his knees. Cock standing hard, weeping out at the tip miserably.
The Alphas hips rock down against yours, cock slotting between your swollen folds. Heartbeat beating around his length where he glides, gathering up the slick that’s made an insanely wet mess on his bed. Jeno pins your shoulders down, lips crashing against yours, catching all the breathless swallows you take. Choking from the suction he gives your tongue. Coughing spit out around his forceful mouth taking reign.
“Tell me what you want, good girls know how to ask.” Jeno explicitly states. Words burn a way up your gut, boiling to the top until you writhe beneath him just enough for the tip of his cock to snag at your entrance.
“Ah! Alpha! Please.. need it. Need to feel it!”
“Feel what?” Jeno spits, butt clenched to resist fucking his way inside in one go. Cock head shaking where it stays rubber banded in your unrelenting grip.
“Please..Alpha, knot me.” You whimper, neck arching back with scream. Convulsing up to meet Jeno’s hips rushing forward. Cock shaping a way deep inside your cunt with one expert thrust.
“Just had to ask.” Jeno says, wrapping his palm around your nape for leverage. Using the hold to keep your upper back lifted. He thrusts in and out easily. Met with obstruction with two last inches trying to shove their way through. He grunts, hips circling, folds sucking around his cock menacingly. “So fucking tight. So warm. Wet, so fucking wet.”
Jeno, refusing to give up, reaches between your torsos, pinching your clit between two fingers. Hitting every nerve until a gush of slick spills out covering his balls dripping like honey.
“Look so good taking all of me. So good, the best Omega pussy.” Jeno’s near incoherent. Groaning as he fills you to the hilt. Cock head kissing your cervix finally, sending a jolt of renewed vigor up his spine. Gliding back enough to catch sight of pre-cum oozing from his slit, Jeno fucks with determination. Hitting harder and faster, madly plunging in and out. Lost to the clap and squish emitting between your sweating figures.
“Yes, ugh! Al-alpha!” Words get lost between your moans. Screaming out with a high arch in your spine. Jeno grabs onto your hips pulling you down on his length to match the pace of his thrusts. Fucking up hard enough for his balls to smack against the dip between your ass. Threads of creamy slick connecting your lower halves disgustingly. Sticky and wet everywhere.
“Yes! Keep going! Pussy wrapped so tight around me.” Jeno slams forward, lifting your lower back from the bed. Pistoning his hips to a drilling pace, bouncing up the bed under his powerful merciless thrusts. “Gonna make me cum. Cum so fucking deep inside you, fill you up over and over again.”
Jeno’s talking to himself at this point. Nothing but your wails and whimpers coming out. Nodding and crying dumbly out of your mind. Lost in a dark mental haze of Jeno’s dark eyes blending in with the night.
“Please Alpha! K-knot.. inside inside!”
Jeno lets out something similar to a high pitched squeal. Wrinkled eyelids gripped in a tight squeeze the harder you clutch around his length. Milking his size with each pull out of his hips to cum. Cum until your stomach extends painfully, have you finding traces of the Alpha trickling from your cunt for days.
It's awkward to hear his vocals crack, worried he’d turn you off. Still unaware of just how fucked out from orgasm after orgasm you really are. Rasps grow louder like gravel under fierce tires on a silent road, ready to shout at the first expanding movement of his knot. Crooning as your bottom speeds to a slapping pressure against his hips and thighs. In disbelief by the amount of slick endlessly fountaining from where your bodies connect.
Jeno sits up enough to watch your pussy spasm up and down his length. Mesmerized by the way your hips jump, grinding down taking every inch of the Alpha in spite of the initial pain. Slick pools from his chest, down past the defined carved out muscles on his stomach, thighs drenched in the same way you’d left his neck and collar earlier.
Jeno thinks he’s falling in love. Hunched over gasping for air through his nose. Fearful he’ll spill words in his lustful haze of floral aroma floating around his mind. His teeth grit, upper lip snarling and trembling. Lower half jolting when you let out a scream between your raw bitten lips.
“Fuck, just like that. Good Omega, good girl riding my cock like you own it.” Jeno grits. Eyes rolling up lost to the deafening tune of your thighs clapping down, pummeling his pelvic bone hard enough to leave marks on the both of you.
Jeno’s knot inflates, slowing both of your movements. Stretching you past a normal capacity to accommodate his size pulling at your raw fucked out hole. It’s too much for the both of you. The push and pull, the way you sleeve around his cock like it belongs to you. Gripped between your walls with no way to move.
Cumming with your knees digging into Jeno’s waist sends his body to stiffen up. Chest caving down the center with a deep inhale. Cock in a pussy chokehold throwing all of Jeno’s self control to the wind. Collapsing down, Jeno’s lower back is met with the heels of your feets kicking. Reeling from the intense orgasm emptying your body. Trembling erratically under the Alphas weight, crushing you as last bits of sanity evade him.
Between muted curses and tears filling the Alphas eyes, he finally releases. Spurting out shots of his seed for what feels like an eternity. Breathing shallowly beneath him until Jeno understands you need air. Shifting to your sides with a pained hiss. Sniffling as he does so.
The Alpha’s sounds of anguish stir you awake. Half fallen asleep as the last loads of cum clog up your insides. Jeno stilled, lodged deep inside. Knot at full capacity after minutes keeping you stretched upon his mass size.
“Alpha?” Your voice comes out groggy, soundless to your ears stuffed with post-orgasmic heat. Reaching to tug off the makeshift blind fold, you’re met with the sight of Jeno’s tear streaked cheeks. Ruddy from excursion, high and tight on the bone. The hollow just beneath, pushing his bitten over lips out to pout more. “Are you crying? What’s wrong?”
Jeno smiles, irises disappearing beneath the swell caused by tears streaming freely.
“You wanted to know why I got the nickname.” He sighs, nose dropping to your chin. Dragging up to trace across your jaw. His mouth meets your ear, softly speaking. “Now you know.”
Cry Baby Jeno Lee.
“Is it..” you ask curiously, hips swiveling down to a gentle grind on the Alphas knot. Jeno hisses, squeezing out a few more tears.
“Always happens when I knot.” Jeno explains. Grabbing your waist to keep you in place. “I told you that you’d find out.”
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“Ah, Moon forgot her lunch, again.” Jeno smiles leaned against the doorframe to your classroom. Lifting up an adorable vintage Lisa Frank lunchbox he most likely dropped too much money on. Whatever Moon Lee wants, Moon Lee gets. Something her father lives by as well.
“Again huh?” You step out into the hallway, prepared for where this conversation could head. Nothing you wish for your students to witness and interrogate you over later. “Moon’s in there chowing down on a peanut butter and jelly sandwich. I believe that’s what I saw smeared on her chin.”
Jeno rubs his chin, tongue clicking against the backs of his teeth. “You know what, that’s right! I didn’t forget.”
“Did you ever actually forget Alpha?”
Jeno blinks away his nerves, brushing your question off. Opening up the lunch box to reveal the same dessert you shared on your date. Less shared, more ate off his fingers.
“You really seemed to enjoy this cake,” Jeno’s tongue prods at the corner of his mouth. Inching closer to you. Free hand stroking from your shoulders, to your waist, ending at your hip with a squeeze. “I had to go back for more.”
“You mean, you had to come back for more,” You correct, sharing a breath at close proximity. “Of me?”
“You’re too pretty for your own good I think..” he mumbles under his breath. A light touch of his fingertips grazes your hip, shifting back on his heels.
“Maybe so,” You reply, a bit snarky. Following him further into the hall to at least conceal yourself from the class. Hiding most of your body with the door frame, glancing over your shoulder to make sure everyone’s occupied with their worksheets. “But maybe you made a good point.”
“Did I?” Jeno takes his chance to melt into your space. Having set down the lunchbox near your feet. Arm lifting up, pressed to the wall to allow his hips to meet yours. He rubs at your pelvic bone gently, erupting goosebumps across your chest. Reminded of the blooming signs of bruises you noticed this morning after taking a shower. Shaped to match a certain Alpha’s gripping hold.
Leaning in to brush against Jeno’s upper lip, you’re quick to steal a kiss. Footsteps of familiar leather toed loafers the principal typically wears resound making their way through the hall. Adding the smallest hint of danger to your daytime escapade.
“Maybe being good is overrated.”
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luvyeni · 5 months
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❛MY DOG ROOMMATE❜ ( l.jeno )
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p. hybrid!jeno x fem!reader w. 1.9k
warnings? unprotected sex, breeding kink, squirting, big cock jeno
— 𖦹 ( jeno can’t spend another heat with his mate ) !
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jeno first figured out you were his mate the day you moved in – it wasn’t common for hybrids and humans to roommate , but you both were strapped for cash and needed help paying bills. the day you came through the doors , boxes in his hand he felt it , his need for you.
not wanting to scare you off , he decided to push it aside , but as time went on and you got closer , it was so hard for the hybrid to deny it , especially with his heats becoming stronger , you knew about his heats , but he’d often just lock himself in his room for a week , you weren’t aware that he’d be in there , wrapped up in pool of clothes he’d stolen from you , fucking his fist , wishing it was you , cumming over all your clothes with a whimper , his cock still hard and twitching against his stomach.
even though you didn’t know about the mate thing , you didn’t really help either – your constant touching , the scratches behind his ear randomly which sent him into overdrive , you were also extremely caring , buying him things , making his food , packing him lunch for work , make sure he had his protein shakes after working out – you were practically his acting as his mate already.
“good morning jeno.” he was met with your beautiful smile. “good morning.” he sat down , immediately being bombarded with your sent , it was much stronger – way stronger than ever before. “did you go to the gym today?” he questioned , your eyes widened , it always shocked you when he would guess. “i just got back , i heard you moving around in your room , so i got your breakfast and protein shake ready before my shower , i know you normally eat all this after the gym , but i’ll be out with a friend when you get back so i wanted to make sure you’d have it.” you said.
there it is again , the pulling at his heart – it was even more painful than before , he hissed grabbing his chest. “you okay jen?” you questioned. “just some chest pains , i’m okay.” you ignored his answer , walking over to him , your scent even stronger. “fuck.” he whispered , something was definitely wrong , this was a different type of pain. “jeno , hey.” you snapped him out of his thoughts. “huh?”
you put your hand up to his head , his body immediately calming down due to your touch. “you’re a bit warm , maybe you shouldn’t go to the gym , i’ll call my friends and tell them i can’t make it.” he stopped you , grabbing your hand. “no , it’s fine.” he said. “told you just a bit of chest pain , i’m fine now , go have fun with your friend.” you nodded. “well take it easy at the gym , don’t over do it.” you warned. “okay mom.” you chuckled. “good boy , i’ll go shower now.” you reached up , scratching behind his ears , before walking back to your room , he bit his fist to cover up the painful moan that left his lips
he couldn’t focus on his workout , the pain in his chest getting worse and worse – to the point where he’d almost dropped a weight on his foot. he ended up coming back to a empty house , you must’ve left out already , the food sitting covered on the stove , his protein shake sitting in the fridge with a cute little note that made him smile.
he decided to shower , not having anything else planned , he made his way to his bathroom , opening the door , your soap still lingering in the air – it wasn’t uncommon for you to use his shower , your hot water never working. the pain coming back in his chest , he groaned , leaning over the sink. “fuck.” he picked up his phone , dialing jaemin , his friend who was another hybrids number. “yo wassup jeno.” the boy shouted into the phone , jeno hissed in pain , his scenes heightening , the boys voice ringing through his head. “bro , you okay?”
“no , i’m in so much fucking pain right now.” he growled. “what kind of pain?” jaemin asked. “a pain in my -fuck- in my chest.” he said. “it hurts so fucking bad , it feels like i’m dying.” he slammed his hands on the sink. “bro , you’re going into a early rut.” jaemin said. “what , that can’t happen.” he said , jeno was growing frustrated. “it can when you have a mate , but it’s not a good thing.”
“why?” he said , jaemin explained to him , “because combined with the chest pains , that means you mating bond is being rejected , if you don’t do something , you’re slowly gonna descend into madness , and that won’t be safe for you or your roommate.” he hung up on jaemin , making his way back to his bed , throwing his body on to the bed , his thumb hovering over your number.
you could barely focus on the guy in front of you , your mind was stuck on jeno , he did not look so well before you left , you should’ve made him some soup before you left. “everyone okay?” soobin , the sweet boy in front of you asked. “yeah i’m-.” you were cut off my your phone ringing. “just a second , i’m sorry.” you read the number , it was jeno , he never called when you were out. “you have to answer that?”
you smiled apologetic , before answering the call. “jen?” it was silent. “are you okay , what’s wrong?” you heard a groan , a painful one at that. “i-i c-can’t.” you stood up worried. “hey , i’m coming home now.” you turned to soobin. “something is wrong , i have to go.” he nodded , understandingly, you grabbed your things , giving the boy a quick hug and another apology before almost running out the restaurant. “i’m coming now , just holding on.”
the ride home was torturous , worry filling your body as you asked the taxi driver to speed up – getting on the elevator , making your way to your floor. you opened the door , making your way to jeno’s room. “jeno.” you knocked on his door , his groans made you push the door open , where he laid against his headboard shirtless. “oh my god.” you ran over to his bed , sitting down.
he was sickly pain , skin all sweaty like he had just been working out. “my god jeno.” your hand came up to feel his forehead. “you’re burning up.” you gasped , he wrapped his hand around your wrist , pulling you close to his body , sniffing. “j-jeno.” you stuttered. “why do you smell like that?” his voice deep. “why do you smell like a guy?” you furrowed your eye brows. “jeno that’s not import- why do you smell like a fucking guy (y/n)?”
“i told you i was going out with a friend.” you said , holding yourself back hand on his chest. “that’s why it’s rejecting , you were out with another guy.” you were confused. “rejecting? jeno what are you talking about , you aren’t well.” you said. “because of you , i’m not well because of you , i’m at home in pain while my mate it out with another guy.” he scoffed.
mate? you’d done research on hybrids and mates and stuff when jeno moved in , just to be prepared , but you only thought hybrids mate with other hybrids. “jeno , how was i supposed to know , you didn’t tell me anything.” your hand came up to scratch behind his ear , he grabbed your wrist , pulling you down , flipping your body over , hovering over you. “mine.”
he pressed his lips against yours , grinding his hard cock against yours. “his scent is all over you.” he groaned against your neck. “he touched what was mine.” his sharp teeth scrapping against your neck. “je-jeno.” you moaned. “gonna mark your pretty skin , let everyone know you’re fucking mine.” you yelped as he sunk his teeth into you. “fu-fuck!”
he sat back on his knees , yanking the front of your dress down , your tits spilling out , jeno was salivating , taking one of your boobs into his mouth sucking while squeezing the other one , rocking his cock against your heat. “sh-shit jeno.” you moaned. “jeno i’m gonna cum.” he bucked his hips against you , the fabric of his gym shorts rubbing against his cock , his tail wagging side to side in excitement as dry humped you. “jeno!”
you came , your panties sticking to you. “fuck i’m gonna cum , gonna fucking cum in my shorts , ngh fuck!” he groaned , his cock twitching as he came , messing up his underwear. this didn’t nothing his cock was still hard , he needed more. “need to fuck you , stuff your cunt full of my cock.”
you moaned at his lewd words , whining. “pl-please fuck me.” he practically ripped your panties off , pulling his cock out from his shorts , he was above average , and really thick – his tip red , cum still dripping from his hole. “y-you’re so big.” your eyes widened. “might not fit.” he spread your cunt , rubbing his cock against your clenching hole. “fuck , then i’ll make it fit.”he pushed it thick tip in. “sh-shit.” he pushed his cock in. “tiny fucking pussy , my cock can barely fit.”
you screamed in pain and pleasure as he slowly bullied his cock into you. “w-wait jeno.” you moaned , your legs shaking as you came for a second time. “f-fuck.” he finally pushed himself fully inside you. “you came just from taking my cock.” he groaned , thrusting.
“shit , such a warm fucking cunt.” he grunted. “had to spend all these ruts alone.” held your waist , fucking into you. “fucking my fist to your scent , while you were only feet away , could’ve filled this pussy with my pups a long time ago.” you couldn’t speak , your brain completely shut off , only thing on your mind was jeno. “pl-please.” you moaned.
“is that what you want?” he wrapped his hands around your throat. “fuck you full of my pups , fill your tiny pussy until your stomach is bulging from my cum.” he pressed down on your stomach , you screamed. “that’s my cock , gonna fill your womb with my cum , make you take my knot.” he grunted , his thrust becoming sloppy. “je-jeno i’m gonna cum again!”
he slapped your cunt , you yelped. “go ahead cum.” your back arched off the bed , cumming – coating his abdomen with your juices. “that’s it , squirt for me , gonna fuck you full of my kids.” he stilled himself inside you. “shit.” he groaned , his cock swelling as he empty his cum inside of you – you were shaking as his cum leaked out around his cock. “sh-shit , too much!” he kissed your lips. “just a bit more , just hold on.” he came a lot, his cock finally softening , but not fully. “sh-shit i’m still hard.”
“c-can’t take anymore.” you whimpered. “it’s okay baby.” he rubbed your waist. “i’ll let you rest now.” he slowly pulling out of your spent cunt.
“we still have all week for me to fuck you
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©LUVYENI
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yakuly · 1 month
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Docinho
Pairing: Lee Jeno x Leitora
Warnings: leitora com corpo de mulher (biologia), uso de pronomes femininos pra falar da leitora, pornô com um pouquitinho de plot (🙈), boquete, na verdade é praticamente isso...
N/A: Ah sei lá gente... é meio que esse o resultado de um período fertil, uma foto muito boa do Jeno, e a vontade muito grande de escrever alguma coisa. (Não editei, escrevi e foi, então se tiver algum erro relevem pfr). MENORES NÃO INTERAJAM!¡
Namorar Lee Jeno é una maravilha. Além de extremamente romântico e apaixonado, ele entende a namorada que tem. Como por exemplo ele saber que você ama ler e escrever e por isso, usa exatamente os momentos em que ele vai pra academia para aproveitar seu tempo. Mas tem uma coisa que ele não sabe (ou finge não saber), que é o efeito que ele tem sobre você.
E pra você, ele fica ainda melhor no pós academia. Assim que ele sai da academia e chega em casa pronto pra tomar banho, com a pele brilhando de suor, o perfume amadeirado ainda mais forte, o cabelo bagunçado e nos dias em que ele corre até sua casa, a respiração desnivelada.
Toda vez em que ele passava pela porta, e te dava um beijo na testa, de "oi", não passava despercebido o modo como você o observava de cima à baixo, mordendo o lábio, praticamente o devorando com os olhos...e ele sempre se pergunta quando será o dia em que você vai se render e mostrar tudo o que se passa nessa sua cabecinha depravada quando o olha desse jeito.
E para a sorte dele, esse dia chegou.
Apenas mais uma segunda feira, e Jeno acaba de chegar da academia, chamando seu nome para te localizar na casa. No andar de cima, terminando de digitar um relatório para faculdade, você o responde e espera pelo barulho de passos da escada.
Quando seu namorado finalmente chega ao seu destino, para pra te observar. Encostado no batente da porta, cabelo bagunçado, jogados meio pra trás, os músculos dos braços brilhando do suor que parecia estar secando a pele, a regata preta escondendo quase nada do seu torso...
Jeno observa você se recostar na cadeira, piscando lentamente enquanto seus olhos passeiam por ele, sua linda boquinha desenhada praticamente formando um "o", e o sorriso que você carinhosamente chama de "cafajeste" surge, nos lábios do rapaz.
— Oi meu amor! — sua voz sai doce quando o comprimenta, e ele conhece bem esse tom. O tom que você usa quando pede pra ele te foder lento e gostoso... e só essa percepção faz seu corpo acender em expectativa.
— Oi paixão! — Jeno responde normal, caminhando até a frente da sua mesa, infelizmente mantendo o móvel ente vocês dois. Você observa atentamente o moreno se abaixar para colocar a bolsa no chão, de um jeito bem específico. Fazendo a regata se abaixar um pouco, mostrando ainda mais do peitoral brilhando. — a água gelada tá funcionando né? Vou direto tomar uma ducha...
— Hey! E meu beijo de todo dia?
É claro que Jeno não esqueceu de fato de te dar o beijo. Mas ele queria ver se você diria alguma coisa, e felizmente você disse. O biquinho manhoso, os olhinhos o olhando de um jeito pidão com as sobrancelhas juntas...
Seu doce e amável namorado se desculpa r finalmente vai ao seu encontro, deixando um beijinho rápido em sua testa, e um afago rápido nas suas costas. Mas antes de conseguir se afastar de fato, você rapidamente segura o pulso do rapaz, que te olha maravilhado e confuso ao mesmo tempo. Você dá dois tapinhas nos lábios, indicando onde quer seu beijo.
— Hum? — o moreno indaga, querendo te levar até o limite mais um pouco, ele decide te provocar — mas amor, eu preciso tomar banho, tô todo encharcado de suor...
E BOM! A mágica aconteceu. Jeno não sabe bem o que ele fez, se foi o tome de voz que usou, ou o uso exclusivo da palavra "encharcado", mas ele sabe que foi o suficiente pra que você o pegasse de surpresa, o puxando bruscamente pelo braço e colando seus lábios no dele.
Suas mãos vão para o cabelo espesso do rapa, o puxando mais para você, quase o fazendo cair sob sua cadeira (que de alguma forma não virou, uma vez que você estava praticamente de joelhos em cima dela), mas Jeno logo recupera o equilíbrio e segura sua cintura. O beijo era intenso, a boca de Jeno praticamente sendo invadida pela sua, e ele sendo controlado por seu desejo.
Isso é, até ele finalmente entender a situação e tomar o controle. As mãos de Jeno que estavam em sua cintura apenas para te segurar, a colam contra ele, te tirando da cadeira, e a encostando na mesa. Quando você consegue ficar em pé, o rapaz desce seus beijos para seu rosto e pescoço, mordendo e sugando sua pele sensível, te arracando gemidos.
— Então hoje é o dia que vai finalmente me mostrar o que se passa nessa sua cabecinha linda, meu amor? — Ele sussurra no seu ouvido, batendo com força em sua banda, e logo em seguida a apertando firmente.
— O...o que? — com dificuldade você pergunta. Seu namorado, faz com que você o olhe, segurando seu cabelo da nuca, tirando o ar dos seus pulmões.
— Todo o dia quando chego da academia, você me come com os olhos, como se eu não fosse perceber meu amor — Jeno explica com uma voz doce, como se falasse a coisa mais romântica do mundo, como muitas vezes já disse. — Então... vai me mostrar?
Bastou que seus lindos olhos piscassem algumas vezes pra entender o que ele estava pedindo, mas assim que o entendimento veio, o moreno observou seus olhos mudarem. Como você saiu de uma linda garota pedindo pau, para uma deliciosa mulher que provavelmente sugaria a alma dele através do seu pau. E tadinho do Lee... é exatamente esse seu plano.
— Na cadeira.
Foi tudo o que disse, e Jeno como o bom gatinho curioso que é, o fez. Você sorri sentando no colo do rapaz, a calça de moletom cinza denunciando seu membro já animado com você.
— Por algum acaso...essa é sua regata favorita? — você o pergunta como quem não quer nada, a levantando levemente, e passando os dedos por seu abdômen sentindo os músculos se contraírem e sorrindo com isso. Aparentando perder a fala Jeno nega com a cabeça.
Feliz com a resposta você rasga a regata no meio. Chocado Lee te observar boquiaberto e incrivelmente excitado. Seus lábios voltam a beijar a boca doce do rapaz que ama mascar chiclete enquanto treina, e por isso sempre fica com hálito de morango. As mãos do rapaz voltam a se alojar em sua cintura, mas não ficam por muito tempo...
Você começa a descer seus beijos por todo o torso do moreno, fazendo igual ele faz com você: mordendo, lambendo, sugando, e brincando rapidamente com seus mamilos sensíveis, o que o faz soltar um gemido doce.
Você se ajoelha entre as pernas de Jeno, tirando seu membro já melecado de pré gozo, vermelho e sensível da calça. E ele geralmente sabe o que esperar quando você faz boquete nele...mas ele ainda não tinha te visto como uma persona dominadora e faminta por ele, então seu coração bate forte no peito só de imaginar o que essa nova versão de você vai fazer com ele.
E de fato você o ataca de modo diferente. A "doce" você gosta de brincar com o pau de Jeno... dar beijinhos em sua cabeça, lamber de sua base até sua ponta... mas hoje tudo o que você quer, é se satisfazer.
Então coloca o membro direto na boca, o levando fundo até a garganta de uma vez. Jeno não se sabe se pela sensação nova, ou se pela surpresa, suas costas se arqueiam, e um gemido alto e rouco sai dele.
Você sorri internamente escutando o som "desbloqueado" do namorado, o sugando enquanto o tirava da boca. Jeno claramente já está bêbado de ecstasy, e você percebeu que ama essa visão: mais suor surge de sua testa, sobrancelhas juntas, olhos fechados e a respiração tentando ficar controlada... e uma sensação de poder luxuoso toma conta de si.
Será se é assim que ele se sente quando está te chupando? Por que se for, você o entende, agora.
Sem perder muito tempo, você volta a o chupar, sentindo o gostinho salgado do pré gozo, cada vez mais, e gemendo com o membro na boca. Por algum motivo, o pau de Jeno era ou estava muito gostoso, e você não conseguia parar de o chupar como se ele fosse seu tão amado picolé de morango.
O moreno leva uma de suas mãos para sua cabeça para tentar te controlar, tentar diminuir seu ritmo e avidez, mas você bate sua mão, o impedindo.
— Tsk, tsk, tsk... você não queria saber o que eu tanto sonho, meu docinho? Então me deixa fazer minha coisa... — você o repreende, e Jeno fica ainda mais excitado sentindo um arrepio descer por toda suas costas, sem ter certeza se foi seu tom de voz, seu olhar, o novo apelido...
Suas mãos brincam com o membro, subindo e descendo com facilidade, brincando com a cabecinha vermelha e sensível... mas você queria ver seu rosto, não só o escutar, então aproveita o ângulo para colocar suas bolas na boca. Uma de cada vez, as duas, lamber entre as duas...
Como a coluna de Jeno ainda não quebrou é um mistério, nem como o apoio de braço de sua cadeira. O moreno se contorce tanto, e aperta tanto o lugar que é praticamente um milagre tudo estar no lugar ainda.
— Amor... eu vou... — ele começa e você sorri, colocando o pau de volta pra sua boca. Subindo e descendo a cabeça, fazendo garganta profunda até ele não aguentar mais, e liberar todo seu gozo em sua boca. As mãos segurando sua cabeça no lugar, enquanto ele chama seu nome, em meio a balbucios de "por favor", "obrigada" e "meu deus".
Quando Jeno termina, você o tira lentamente da boca, escutando ele choramingar por conta da sensibilidade., e limpa os cantos da boca, onde o gozo do rapaz tentava escapar, engolindo o mesmo.
Ainda ajoelhada você observa dei namorado perfeito: seu corpo suado jogado na cadeira, a expressão de puro deleite, a regata rasgada mostrando seu peitoral e abdômen, o pau ainda pra fora da calça molhada da sua saliva e gozo dele... você queria poder o registrar de alguma maneira.
—Não se mexe — você comanda, mas a verdade é que nem se ele quisesse Jeno conseguiria sair daquela posição agora. Então você se levanta e pega onde fixa guardada a câmera de Jeno e tira algumas fotos: do ângulo em que estava, e alguns de cima.
Quando está satisfeita, percebe que o moreno conseguiu pelo menos abrir os olhos e sorri pra ele. Você deixa a câmera em cima da mesa, e se abaixa para ficar na altura dos olhos do rapaz, fazendo carinho em seu cabelo.
— Amor você tá bem? Tá começando a me assustar...— você sussurra, mas o rapaz sorri te acalmando um pouco.
— Eu acho que me apaixonei de novo...— Jeno diz te fazendo gargalhar. Você oferece ajuda até a cama, e par ao limpar, mas ele nega — não se preocupe, eu só preciso de mais dois minutinhos pra levantar daqui e folder cada buraco que você tem, meu amor. Claro que isso te assustou um pouco, mas te excitou muito mais. — Ah, e não sou mais amor... agora é docinho.
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daegall · 7 months
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Lee Jeno's top 10 ways to stay warm.
pairing: (implied) bad boy!jeno x reader
genre: fluff, strangers to lovers!AU, college!AU, winter!AU, slight bad boy!AU
warnings: mentions of anxiety
word count: 1.4k words
a/n: hi its jeno hours
also lowkey wanna make this a whole fic idk...
networks/taglist: @neoturtles @knet-bakery @kflixnet @nct-writers @k-radio + @soobin-chois @markhyuckselca @jaehunnyy @justalildumpling <3
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It's cold. Really fucking cold. And it's night. Scary. A snowy, cold, scary night, and you have a bus to catch. So, instead of staying outside, where it's cold, and dangerous, you decide to step into the bus stop smoking pod, knowing it's a lot warmer in there.
And now, here you are, reading a novel you can barely focus on, due to the cold, and your slight anxiety of being alone.
A moment later, however, your anxiety spikes its all time high as the door to the smoking pod swings open, causing you to look up with wide, worried eyes, only to soften when you recognize the platinum white hair and leather jacket.
It's Lee Jeno.
He's got his usual cold, bad boy exterior stoic face, and almost permanent scowl on his lips, as he curses and shakes his head like a wet dog, shaking the snow off his hair.
He doesn't seem to realize he's got company, not until you let out the sigh you sucked in abruptly from his sudden entrance.
"O-oh," Jeno stumbles over his words, recognizing you from campus. "hey,"
"Hi," You reply back quietly, lips pursing into a line awkwardly.
He takes a few steps towards you, his sneakers tapping against the ground oddly loudly. Jeno halts after no more than 3 steps, pointing at the seat next to you. "Do you mind...?"
"Oh," You shake your head, hands waving as well. "no, please, sit."
It's a cold night, sitting seems like a more comfortable position, better than having your joints freeze while you're standing at least.
As Jeno takes a seat next to you, you can't help but feel incredibly awkward, glancing down at your novel, once again barely paying attention, but for a different reason now.
You know Lee Jeno. You're not too sure if he remembers you.
Last week, Zhong Chenle's party, you kissed. Twice. Once, at a game of spin the bottle, a small, innocent peck, and another time under the mistletoe. Not that innocent.
You can barely remember it, but Donghyuck made sure he recorded both, and showed you both. You had dreaded seeing Jeno after that party, afraid he would find you... weird, or anything of that sort.
Look at you now, stuck alone with him on a very cold night.
Emphasize on the very. Because it's very, very cold tonight.
You try to hide the slight shiver in your movement, opting to shift in your seat to try create some sort of friction, for some nonexistent heat.
Had you expected Jeno to notice? Maybe.
Had you expected him to take his leather jacket off, and offer it to you? No. Not at all.
"S-sorry?" You blink at the jacket being placed on your lap, too shy to look Jeno in the eye.
You don't have to worry about that, because Jeno's just as embarrassed, looking to his side. "Y-you're shivering, right? It's okay, just take it."
"No, Jeno, I really can't."
"I insist, Y/N."
"You only have a t-shirt on, Jeno,"
"It's okay, you look freezing, Y/N,"
"Jeno, I ca—"
"—hey,"
His hand suddenly envelops yours. It's... very surprisingly warm, as his thumb strokes across your skin comfortingly. "I swear, I'll be fine, okay?"
Jeno's got a small, stupidly attractive smile on his lips, head tilting to the side. He's got some snow in his hair, but it blends in almost perfectly due to how white he dyed his hair. He's... ethereal.
"Fine," You give in, sighing.
Jeno goes as far as helping you slip his jacket on, fixing it on your body, stroking the sleeves across your arms, making sure your neck is all covered. He smiles at the way you simply look up at him, lips agape to say something, anything, but you don't know what.
Lee Jeno knows who you are. He remembers you from Zhong Chenle's party—well, long before that. He remembers you from the day you bumped into him in the hallways, apologizing profusely at something so small. You picked his books up for him, and as cheesy as it sounds, his heart raced and he fell the moment your hand brushed slightly against his.
And when you kissed him in spin the bottle? God, he felt like he could cry. Partially because he was drunk. And when he caught you under the mistletoe with him, pushing Kim Sunwoo out of the way so you could be with him, and when your hands tugged him closer by his hoodie strings to kiss him deeper, he swore he was gonna bawl.
And here he is, how blessed is he to be next to you, alone, just the two of you, with you wearing his jacket, looking all adorable in it?
Lee Jeno thinks the Gods have blessed him, and he will thank whatever is out there in the universe for this opportunity.
He's about to express his gratitude right now, as your hand taps his, your cold skin against his.
When Jeno turns, he's immensely surprised when you have your scarf and beanie in your hands, reaching them out to him.
He doesn't respond, simply freezing and staring at the items with wide, almost puppy-like eyes.
Chuckling, you decide to put them on him yourself, placing the scarf down to start with the beanie. You reach up to slip it over his head, making sure to cover his ears nice and snugly. Your fingers unintentionally skim over the skin of his cheek, but neither of you comment on it, neither of you mind it, really.
"Warm?" You question quietly, grinning when he nods. A small curl appears on the corners of his lips, as he starts to grin as well.
Next, you take the scarf from your lap, raising it to wrap it around his neck. Jeno instinctively leans down to help make the task easier, feeling not only his neck warm when the scarf is wrapped, but his cheeks and heart as well.
Lee Jeno is blushing, you could blame it on how cold it was, but god knows the truth.
"There, all better."
Jeno basks in the warmth of the items you had placed on him, smiling fondly. "Thank you."
"No need, when you gave me your jacket. Thank you for that."
You're incredibly adorable. Wrapped up in his leather jacket, hands rubbing together, a shy smile on your lips.
Lee Jeno wants to kiss you. Again. For real, fully sober with nobody around to record and shove in people's faces the next day, nobody to whistle out and hoot at the interaction, no disruptions at all.
Jeno finds his hands suddenly unwrapping your soft, warm scarf from his neck, holding each end tightly, before he loops it behind your head.
What's he doing? You both have no idea.
A moment later, however, you are fully aware of his lips inching towards yours. His breath hits your lips, as he tugs your neck closer by the scarf, and suddenly all you can see, is Jeno. The red tip of his nose, his hazy, but fully beaming eyes as he stares at your lips, and his lips brushing against yours. His breath is warm, so incredibly warm, the warmest thing you've felt tonight.
And suddenly, your eyes are shut, as you make a move and press your lips together.
Jeno's hands release the scarf, as one of his arms wraps around your waist, pulling you closer, the other slipping to hold your neck gently. His warm hands leave a trail of goosebumps on your skin, as you tilt your head to deepen the kiss, your own hands holding dearly at his cheeks.
When you pull away, you share warm breaths, finding it comforting in the middle of the cold night.
"What was that for?" You mumble against his lips, laughing lightly.
Jeno shrugs, "It's one of my top 10 ways to warm up. It's cold. Figured I might try the top method."
"Kissing someone?"
"Kissing you,"
He bumps his nose against yours, as he chuckles along with you. "Seems like it worked,"
"If I'm not mistaken, Jeno," You tap at his cheek, stroking his skin. "I'd say that's just an excuse, and the real reason is because you like me,"
"What makes you assume that?"
"Maybe because it's my reason too?"
He grins at your words. "Okay then," Jeno's thumb streaks across your neck, warming it up, along with your heart, with every moment spent near him. "Yeah, I like you."
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dreamiesminx · 2 years
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Hentai or Die !!!
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Paring: Nerd!Jeno x dumb!Reader
Word count: 2.6k words lord
Summary:
You not only so stupid that you fail your classes, you also so stupid that you have to be tutor by the quiet nerd in your english class
warning:
Mean Jeno, Bimbo Reader, Unprotected sex, Creampies because creampies are forever <3, Jeno is a nerd who tabs his favorite parts in hentai mangas, Jeno gets alittle jelly at the end, Jeno takes photos of reader after sex, and its just filthy lol , Jeno wears glasses in this as well
This is complete inspired by this amazing hentai manga photo.... I just felt like this fit jeno perfectly [ thanks to ecchi_aesth ] Here is the twitter link to the photos
PSA, look at the photo before reading cause it was kinda hard to describe the position lol
If you are not into this type of stuff please don’t read and just ignore it please
Author note:
Babes,I didnt proof read because i am posting this at like 6 am and i havent slept all night so yeah, Enjoy 
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“ You’re here early…” Jeno said as he opened the door. Luckily he cleaned early today or else you would’ve seen the mess he and his friends left the night before, celebrating renjun’s birthday. He had only been tutoring you for a few weeks on fridays and it was mostly at your dorm room, but Jeno was tired of all of the decorations in your room. He hated when people picked a color that they liked and filled their rooms with it. It was very tacky in his opinion. So he decided to have the session here instead.
“ Yeah, i’d rather be home,” You pushed past him and threw your purse onto his bed that was in the studio apartment, it was pretty small but had the pretty big bookshelf with many mangas and books filling it, “ but i have a nail appointment earlier than usual and i need my sleep.” What's with all these books! What a nerd!
you pulled your shoes off and placed them next to his by the tv stand, your skirt lifted as you did, giving Jeno a peek of what’s underneath. Jeno felt his cock stir at the sight of it, you were always such a tease to everyone, always flaunting your tits and ass at everyone at every change you got but that wasn’t even the hottest part. 
The hottest part was that you had no clue of what you were doing. Jeno wasn’t even sure if there were any thoughts in your pretty little head, which is the reason why he was stuck tutoring you. 
“Well, make yourself at home,” Jeno walked into his kitchen to grab himself a bottle of water, shifting his pants to try and make his print less noticeable. you were only here for 60 seconds and you’ve already started to affect him.
You huffed as you sat down on his floor, putting your legs under his table. He had one of those expensive tables that had the cover and that heated up your legs, “I left my book so..” 
“We can use mine,” Jeno’s deep voice sent chills down your spine as Jeno sat next to you, placing his legs underneath. He flipped to the page that had a blue tab sticking out of the side, “ this is where we felt off.”
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“I need a break or my brain will explode.” You got up from the floor and walked over to Jeno’s kitchen, pulling open his refrigerator and grabbing a bottle of water. You opened the water and took a sip, sighing as it instantly refreshed you.
“It’s only been 20 minutes,” Jeno leaned back, stretching his arms out, “You’re just lazy as fuck.” For a quiet guy, Jeno was pretty mean when he decided to talk. His friends saw it as an attitude problem but Jeno didn’t see an issue with it so he didn’t change it.
“Not true.”
You made your way over to Jeno’s bookcase and looked at what he had on there when your eyes fell on a very famous Hentai series. you choked on your water, sitting it down on the bookcase.
“Oh my god!” Jeno immediately looked up, his face heating up as he saw what manga you held in your hands, “Jeno, I didn’t know you read things like this…”
“ I-it’s not mine.” Jeno pushed his glasses up and looked away from you in embarrassment. A hot chick just found his hentai collection, that’s more embarrassing than the Hentai or Die sweatshirt Haechan had got him for christmas.
“ You’re so nasty Jeno..” You laughed as you examined the book, it had pink tabs coming out of it, it confused you. until you flipped to it and saw the girl in the manga on the bed with cum oozing out of her cunt, “Oh my god, What if your mommy came to visit and saw her son with all of these dirty dirty mangas…?”
You barely had time to laugh at your amazing joke because Jeno was pressing you against the bookcase, the book had fallen out of your hand, making a noise which you ignored because of how close Jeno’s face was to yours.
“Shut up,” Jeno gritted his teeth as the look on his face hardened, “ It isn’t mine.”
You felt butterflies in your stomach as your pussy throbbed at how upset he was getting,” I think it is yours,” You leaned your face up to his, “ and I think you like to see girls stuffed with cum.”
“No i don’t,” He spat as his nose pressed against yours, His glasses fogging up as he did “ You’re the dirty one here.” Jeno pressed his body close to your, his cock print rubbing against your navel. You felt your panties get soiled with your wetness as you felt just how big he was through his pants. He could ruin me! 
“you came here dressed like a slut,dressed like you’re ready to be filled with cum,” Jeno reached his hand down to grab your thigh, “Did you wear this for me?” Jeno whispered against your lips, rubbing your thigh dangerously close to your cunt.
“n-no,” Your voice came out as a whine, you shook your head, pushing forward to kiss Jeno, but he pulled away.
“No?,” Jeno lifted your skirt, chuckling as he read the words on your thong out loud, “ Eat me… Are you sure you didn’t wear this for me?”
“ I-it was the only clean ones”
Jeno shook his head at you, sucking his teeth, turning to walk away but you pulled him back. you pressed your lips to his, pulling him closer by his shirt.
Jeno was stunned for a moment, allowing you to kiss him but not reacting. After a few seconds, Jeno deepened the kiss, turning his head as he did. He reached his hand to the back of your skit, grabbing a handful of your ass,lifting you up and down once as he pressed himself harder against you. your pussy gushed for the third time tonight at his harsh grip on you. 
You pulled away from jeno to breath,taking in deep a breath. Jeno opened his mouth to speak but you took that time to lick into his mouth, Jeno groaning at the contact of your tongues. you wrapped your arms around jeno’s shoulders and your legs around his waist as he lifted you, keeping you pressed against his book case.
The kiss was getting messier and messier as the second past. spit leaving the side your mouths as your tongues rubbed and wrapped around each other’s. Neither of you wanted to pull away anytime soon.
Jeno reached his hand into your thong, his cock nearly bursting at the feeling of the wetness, he couldn’t stop himself from thinking about how he’s gonna ruin your pussy right here in front of his hentai collection and how you're gonna take everything he gave you.
“so wet..” Jeno rubbed his fingers against your clit, your hole clenged against nothing as he did. You nodded as you bit back your moans, pressing your pussy into his hand, looking for more friction, “must of liked the manga too?” You shook your head in response but Jeno ignored you, knowing that you were lying.
Jeno pulled his cock out of his sweatpants, his cock leaving a trail of precum on them as he did. He pulled your thong to the side,rubbing his tip against your clit to tease you but it ended up backfiring, nearly making him lose his footing.
“please, Jeno.” You rubbed your drooling cunt against his cock, letting out a moan, your pussy squeezed against nothing. Jeno decided to put the both of you out of your misery, sinking into your wet little cunt. 
Jeno felt his toes begin to slightly curl as your cunt stretched around him, squeezing him as he slipped in. It was so warm, so wet and so tight. he knew that this couldn’t be the last time he fucked your cunt.
“s-so big.” The stretch was almost too much for you, it burned so good. You gripped his shirt, biting his neck, you were definitely gonna leave a mark but you didn’t care at that point. 
“ but you can take it right?” Jeno slowly moved his hips, letting you adjust to his size. or that’s what he told himself. It would be embarrassing if he busted quickly.
“Mhm.” 
“mhm?” Jeno slipped himself out almost all the way and thrusted himself right back in, the curve of his cock hitting that sweet spot inside you, leaving you gasping. “gonna take whatever i give you like the mini skirt wearing slut you are..” Jeno could feel your cunt squeeze around him at his dirty words, you wanted this just as much as he did. 
You couldn’t even find the words to respond because You were so drunk on Jeno’s cock and how he made you feel so full. you felt him everywhere and your body still craved for more of him and Jeno could tell just by looking at your face.
Jeno gripped your waist tight as he began to set the pace, fighting against the part of himself that wanted to wreck you as hard as humanly possible. You gripped his shirt tighter and pulled him into a sweet little kiss,your legs shaking, your cunt getting wetter and wetter around his cock. “f-faster.”
Jeno’s hands were pressed against the wall as his arms held your legs that were hooked on his arms. You gripped onto his shirt tighter as the new position pushed him deeper inside of you.
“ that’s it..” Jeno praised you as he slammed his cock in and out of you, and you took every inch of it gracefully, “gonna fill you up.”
“yes.” You nodded as tears slipped from your eyes, You felt him deeper than you’d ever felt someone before the feeling of his cock dragging against your walls was already a lot but that pair with the feeling of your clit rubbing against his navel every time he thrusted into you was making you feel complete abliss.
“gonna fill you up like those dirty girls in my mangas,” Jeno was losing himself in the feeling of your wet little cunt sucking him back in everytime he fucked into you. He would live in your pussy if you’d let him “you want that?”
“wanna be like those dirty girls for you,” You were completely drunk on Jeno’s cock right now so you would agree to anything right now and Jeno could tell just by the look in your eyes and he could also tell that you were getting close “i know you do..” Jeno pressed a kiss to your pouty lips.
You felt your stomach tighten as you were so close to your edge, Your cunt squeezing tighter around Jeno, ready to cum “Wanna cum..” you moved your hips with Jeno’s, working with him to chase your high.
“Go ahead baby.” 
That must have been all you needed to hear because your body released as soon as the words fell from his mouth, your legs shook as your orgsam washed over you. drool slipping out of your mouth. Your heart was beating out of your chest as you felt it in your ears.
“fuck” Jeno grunted as he fucked you though your climax. You were so fucking hot loosing yourself over his cock. as you came your cunt clenched and unclenched around Jeno pushing him completely over the edge.
“take all of it.” Jeno's voice came out breathy and raspy as he felt his balls flexing as he emptied all of his cum inside of you. If he would have told his younger self that he’d have a girl like you milking his cock like this, he wouldn’t believe it one bit, “i filled you up good,didn’t i?”
You nodded,pulling yourself closer to him, “so full…” You didn’t want him to pull out yet, you were falling in love with the feeling of being so full. no guy has ever made you feel so full like this manga nerd did, “wanna keep it inside,” You babbled, mind still hazy from your orgasm.
Jeno had to admit, seeing you fucked out like this, is the cutest thing he’s seen in awhile.He tightened his grip on your thighs, making sure not to pull out of you even alittle bit, keeping all of his cum inside.He carefully laid you down on the bed, making sure you were comfortable before pulling away to look at you. He brushed your hair away from your face, the look in your eyes told him that you were almost down from your high.
“Can I take a picture..?” Jeno noticed your face scrunched immediately, “for my eye only, of course.” Jeno felt a wash of embarrassment immediately after his words, ready for you to want to leave after that.
“yes,” You pulled him down for a quick kiss, pushing his glasses up after you pulled away “make it pretty though, I want your friends to see how pretty I look.” 
“maybe different photos..”Jeno reached into his bedside table and pulled out a white polaroid camera, reaching down to pull out of you. you grabbed his hand immediately, shaking your head,making him laugh at you.
“I want to see the mess we made,baby.” Jeno thought it was cute that you were getting clingy, you didn’t seem like the type at all. You were laying here pouting because you didn’t want him to pull out. He couldn’t wait to rub this in haechan’s face.
You pulled your hand away, allowing him to pull out of you. Jeno felt himself getting harder just at the site of his cum spilling out of you. He quickly took the photo, angling it close to your body. Jeno definitely didn’t want his friends to see these photos, this was a cunt for his eyes and only his. He felt his body full with anger just thinking about it. He definitely needed to take you out on a date after this.
Jeno reached his hand down and rubbed his cum into your cunt, then snapped another photo of it. for his last photo, he decided he’d take a photo of you laying there like a cutie with a smile on your face, you looked so cute even though he just fucked you into next week.
“Hey!!” You grabbed at his hands, “I wasn’t ready yet.” your nose scrunched up at him because of the flash and the fact that you hated being photographed when you weren't ready.
“It’s better that way,” Jeno put the three polaroids into his drawer. You grabbed his polaroid out of his hand before he could put it away.
You quickly snapped a photo of jeno, smiling at his puzzle face and the little sound that he makes that comes along with that face, “there, we’re even.” You pulled him down to kiss you, Jeno smiling in the kiss.
as you both kissed, jeno thought about something that he didn’t think of before, “Wait how did you know it was a hentai book?” Jeno asked as he pulled away from your lips.
“I-i don’t know,” Your face felt hot as you realized your mistake, “i guessed?”
Jeno didn’t believe it for a second but it was cute that you tried….
Okay, Hiiii I finally finished this fic. Um i’m glad to finally be able to publish this. as soon as i saw the jeno photo i knew i need to put this into a fic but i didn’t know how… then the universe sent me the manga photo and i felt in my coochie that this had to be Jeno and his hentai shirt …
Please leave feedback… hope you enjoyed
xoxo Jeno’s minx lol 
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tinyznnie · 5 months
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N-U-M-A-B-O-A - l.j.
Jeno x leitora gênero: sad mas com final feliz wc: 1.0k parte da série Jota25
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2016
Você e Jeno caminhavam para fora dos portões da escola em direção a sorveteria que ficava na pracinha, onde sempre iam quando tinham algo para comemorar ou algo para conversar, porque, de acordo com o coreano, tudo ficava melhor com sorvete. 
Jeno havia se declarado pra você há cerca de 7 meses, e vocês namoravam desde então. Não foi algo muito grande, afinal, ele era um garoto de dezesseis anos que não tinha emprego, dependia totalmente dos pais, que se dividiam em dar atenção a ele e a irmã mais velha de dezoito anos, que tinha acabado de sair do ensino médio. E desde a declaração, tudo eram flores. Vocês eram O casal da escola, todos achavam incrível como vocês tinham química e diziam que vocês pareciam ter saído diretamente de uma comédia romântica. Jeno te levava para casa depois das aulas, e às vezes, vocês até conseguiam ir ao cinema ou ao arcade que tinha no shopping. Era algo doce, inocente, e você se sentia nas nuvens quando estava com ele. 
Ele pediu seu sorvete favorito, de flocos, e o dele, de chocolate meio amargo, e vocês começaram a comer em silêncio, o que era bastante incomum porque, apesar de ser introvertido, Jeno costumava falar muito enquanto estavam juntos. 
“Neno, tá tudo bem?” você perguntou depois de ele só brincar com o sorvete por 10 minutos sem dizer uma única palavra. 
“Temosqueterminar.” ele falou tão rápido que você mal entendeu qualquer palavra daquela frase. 
“O que? Não entendi.” sua expressão era confusa, e Jeno suspirou pesado, segurando suas mãos por cima da mesa antes de repetir. 
“Temos que terminar.” ele foi claro dessa vez e a expressão em seu rosto não era das melhores. 
“Como assim temos que terminar?” isso não fazia o menor sentido na sua cabeça. Vocês estavam felizes, certo? Não tinha o menor motivo pra isso. 
“Você sabe como meus avós moram na Coreia, certo?” você assentiu antes de ele continuar. “Bom, o meu avô está doente e ele quer passar a empresa da família pro meu pai, e pra isso, vamos precisar estar lá. E-eu me mudo no fim do mês, assim que acabarem as aulas.” ele concluiu, fazendo carinho no dorso de sua mão. “Jagi, me desculpe por isso.”
“Não tem outra opção, não é?” você perguntou, mesmo que já soubesse a resposta. 
“Infelizmente não, meu amor. Mas o que me conforta é saber que, por mais que doa, estou tomando a melhor decisão por nós dois, por você. E nós temos tanta vida pela frente, afinal, só temos 16 anos, né? Um dia eu posso encontrar você, andando por aí.” ele tentou te animar. Na verdade, Jeno queria se esconder e chorar, porque na mente dele, de garoto de 16 anos, você era a maior e única paixão que ele teria na vida, a única chance que ele teria de experimentar o amor. Mas ele precisava ser forte, pra que você não sofresse tanto com a partida por tempo indeterminado dele. 
“É, você tem razão.” você limpou rapidamente as lágrimas com o dorso da mão, tentando evitar o choro. “Somos jovens.”
2023
Os anos se passaram, e você não teve mais qualquer notícia de Lee. Nos primeiros dois meses, vocês ainda se falavam e trocavam mensagens, e você fazia o esforço de ficar acordada em horários estranhos para que Jeno tivesse mais facilidade em falar com você. Mas aí veio a preparação para faculdade, tanto sua quanto dele, as conversas foram ficando escassas até que eventualmente, elas pararam de vez. Você parou de acompanhar a vida de Jeno, era doloroso ver que ele estava tão bem sem você. 
Jeno por outro lado só parecia bem naquela época. Ele sentia sua falta, sentia falta da expressão confusa que você sempre fazia na aula de matemática, e de como você sempre vinha com fofocas novas nos fins de semana. Além disso, ele sentia falta do Brasil, de falar português e de comer açaí no Parque Ibirapuera. Mas ele se forçava a seguir em frente, afinal, não estava sob seu controle. 
7 anos depois, numa sexta-feira qualquer, sua mãe avisou que alguém iria se mudar pra casa de frente a sua, depois que os últimos inquilinos tiveram que sair porque não pagavam o aluguel e as contas, ou pelo menos eram o que diziam as más línguas do bairro. Você não ligou muito, afinal, era irrelevante quem seriam seus novos vizinhos, já que você era introvertida ao extremo. 
Coincidentemente, era o aniversário do fatídico dia em que Jeno foi embora para Coreia, levando seu coração junto com ele. Você nunca havia esquecido, e chorava agarrada ao ursinho que ele te deu de presente antes de partir. Para todos que te conheciam há mais tempo, era como se fosse o aniversário da morte de alguém, já que você se isolava, comendo potes de sorvete e se enchendo de porcarias, e eventualmente, com álcool, depois da sua maioridade. 
Você assistia Para Todos os Garotos que já Amei pela enésima vez, afogando as mágoas em sorvete de flocos, quando, infelizmente, seu pote acabou. Você até tentou choramingar para sua mãe ir até o mercadinho comprar mais, mas ela não cedeu às suas lamentações e disse para ir você mesma. Você resmungou, mas calçou seus chinelos e pegou as chaves de casa, saindo em direção ao mercado, e vendo o caminhão de mudanças enorme parado do outro lado da rua. Deu de ombros e seguiu seu rumo, comprando um pote de dois litros que pretendia comer sozinha, e depois voltou para casa. A distração de olhar curiosamente o caminhão a fim de identificar que tipo de família iria se mudar para a casa fez com que você esbarrasse em alguém bem de frente.  
“Meu Deus, me desculpe mesmo, eu não tava olhando por onde ia.” você falou prontamente, para não dar tempo da pessoa ficar com raiva de você. 
“Tá tudo bem. E eu disse que um dia ia encontrar você andando por aí.” Jeno falou com um sorriso, e ele jura que a expressão que ele viu no seu rosto quando se virou foi simplesmente a melhor coisa que ele já viu na vida. Afinal, ele tinha voltado pra você e agora estava tudo numa boa.
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jl-micasea-fics · 2 years
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Hell Hath No Fury | ljn
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❝𝐈'𝐥𝐥 𝐟𝐮𝐜𝐤𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐝𝐞𝐬𝐭𝐫𝐨𝐲 𝐲𝐨𝐮, 𝐛𝐚𝐛𝐲.❞
↳ The life of a demon hunter is solitary, dangerous, steeped in truths too deranged for the human mind to comprehend. Jeno pities humans, fragile creatures that they are. All of them require a rescue; few will get it. Yet it is one of those very humans, one of those very rescues, that threatens to turn everything he knows inside out... including him.
↳ Female reader x Jeno
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! Demon hunter Jeno, hybrid demon/human Jeno, supernatural au, heavy angst and tension, strong language, themes of caregiving throughout, descriptions of injury, violence, graphic gore, religious connotations and references, explicit sexual content, oral sex (f. rec), fingering (f. rec), knife play, blood play, wet and messy, blood as an aphrodisiac and drug, frequent reference to drug-induced states, blood consumption in supernatural terms, creampie, themes of possession, strength kink, size kink (my guy is just big), breeding kink, this one is not for the faint of heart please heed these warnings, adult themes throughout !
「suitable for 18+ readers only」  「© September 2022 by jl-micasea-fics」
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At night, the streets are alight.
Jeno doesn’t know what it is. Maybe anticipation of the dark, perhaps the heavy cover that comes with extinguished light. Could be purely statistical, nothing more complicated than the increased likelihood of finding an inebriated human when the lights go down and the bars flicker to life; for those without their wits are vulnerable, and even more so in the dark.
Jeno gave up on trying to understand the ways of demons long ago. Learned the hard way that to apply logic and reason to their antics is an industrial strength kind of folly, for the malcontent demons spread bears no sense. They hate for the ease of it. Hurt for the thrill of it. Ensnare humans with their vitriol promises and saccharine sweet temptations, to an ultimately grisly end.
There are clear cut lines that Jeno follows. Always, he knows where he stands. There is light, and there is dark, and the only ones existing in the limbo between are those ignorant of the world beyond their own; the victims, the normies, the humans.
Refers to them as though he isn’t one of them; a human. And strictly, he’s not. His blood is tainted, impure, neither human nor demon entirely, for the sins of his mother live perpetually in his veins. Took many years to embrace himself, the stigma of his heritage a foul and burdensome weight on his shoulders that refused him acceptance to either—to any—kind of circle. But Jeno knows how to be alone now. Prefers it.
The perks are few to be counted, but nonetheless, exist. In his hybrid blood lives abilities that mould him into the strongest of demon hunters. Immunity to demon powers and glamours, clarity to their ways. Heightened senses to detect the faintest sound, the tang of salted sweat in the air. Speed to run, to catch, to bound between shadows when the hunt calls him, and it does so every night. So he nicks the flesh of his wrist, drinks of himself, allows the boiling surge of power to sweep him away until eyes are blood red and he knows nothing but the urge to vanquish the evils of hell, and perhaps, if he were to be entirely truthful, a piece of himself every time. It’s far better than heroin; knows from experience. Indeed, no earthly narcotic comes close to the sizzle and pop of his own blood on his tongue, the sensation of his head full of cotton yet everything is loud, bright, alive.
Saving humans from the clutches of demons comes with no reward. Rarely, he’s thanked for it. Understands that the nobility of selfless bravery should be its own vindication, but never is. Still, he dresses himself in the black weight of thick leather and raises his bandana to cover nose and mouth to combat the scents of city night that can overwhelm him when high. Rosary wrapped tight around knuckles, crucifix plain to chest. Silver dagger sheathed and strapped to thigh for ease of access, covered by heavy overcoat. Jeno abhors guns; prefers the solid weight of metal in hand, suspicious of mechanisms that could chance to fail him in the direst of moments.
At night, the streets are alight. Tonight is no exception.
Neon glow from bar sign and street light burn his eyes; he avoids looking at them directly. The afternoon’s downpour has gathered in puddles disturbed by his combat boots, ripples of water distort their reflective hues. Shrill car horns break the chatter of pedestrians that fall out of the bars, oblivious, majority drunk. Jeno navigates through them, pretends he doesn’t hear every word of their mundane conversations clear as day. Conditioning vents and extractor fans billow their humid, greying plumes to the air, the upwind of evening breeze carries it away before it can too badly obstruct the streets in mist. There’s too much life here, too much of everything, which makes it prime ground.
Jeno’s better at spotting them now. It takes a trained eye, of which he feels he can make a claim to now, but the process wasn’t without its hitches. Many a time past he was fooled by demons posing as humans; for on the surface, they look no different. Indeed, the tell is in the nuances, he has learned. Where humans breathe, they do not. Where humans emote and are in general, rather animated, they are not. They tread the uncanny valley of deception, for at a glance they fit right in, only leaving behind the itch of unsettlement after vacant stare has broken.
He has the measure of this one already. Tailing them for the last ten minutes, they remain oblivious, too focused on the prey they stalk; a girl. Irrelevant. She’s not his focus. The incubus is. Dressed to measure up to its’ namesake in Armani finery, the tactics of incubi are always as obnoxious as their purpose, which extends to nothing more than a need to fuck, kill, eat. Not always in that order. They aim to swoon, to charm, to lower the guards of those they seek to consume. This one has probably been watching her all night. A younger demon, Jeno suspects, for its eagerness betrays it when it damn near trips over itself.
Jeno wonders how the girl doesn’t sense it. The malice rolling from the creature in thick waves, the sick intent so strong it’s enough to make Jeno’s gut wrench with nausea, even several hundred yards behind as he is. He’s high—has to be for this, else he’d be useless—and rationally knows that’s why he’s susceptible to the evil, but still, wishes humans weren’t so… incapable.
Hears the girl humming an absent tune; she has earbuds in, can’t hear a thing outside what she wants to. Jeno’s jaw ticks. That makes this harder. Won’t hear him when he calls for her to run, and that’ll be soon, for she’s turning into a darkened alley that has the incubus increasing pace of step.
Tightens grip on his rosary, Jeno jogs to the alley as the girl disappears into it, then demon. Bumps the shoulder of a passing drunk; doesn’t apologise. Cold, damp and dark, the ragged cobbles stretch out before him, a gangway of overflowing dumpster bins and exhuming hot vents. Food rots in the tepid humidity, cats scavenge and multiply uncontrolled. Unpleasant in every way it is possible to be, this forgotten back street of the city condemned to hosting junkies and critters. Any screams emitted here will be swallowed by the walls, the density of the air. Rickety metal fire escape crawls the old brick of the adjacent apartment complex; a possible escape route, Jeno notes, for this alley is a dead end. Immediately begs the question: why did she come down here?
Watches the incubus watching her; the demon dips to the shadow of a dumpster, utterly unseen save for the sickly hue of sunken, yellow eyes. The girl drops the tote bag on her shoulder to crook of elbow, plucks out an earbud and fishes inside it. Retrieves a can of tuna, pops the ring to release a wave of fishy oil, calls out in a voice surprisingly airy, “Kitty! You here?”
Jeno will never cease to be amazed by the innocence of humans. Unsure if it’s to their detriment or not, for it can be argued that in their pursuit of ‘best lives’ or some misplaced desire for inner peace they do some objectively stupid things; wandering into a dark alley at night to feed a stray cat, for example.
The incubus watches, waits for his moment. Jeno does the same, muscles tightened for the inevitable pounce. Said kitty answers the girls’ call with pattering paws against cobble, emerging from its hideout somewhere amidst the darkness. The smile she cracks on seeing the mangy creature makes Jeno look twice. Jeno never looks twice. Never has he seen joy so unfettered and pure, so unconcerned with everything else around it. The cat allows her a touch, a pet, a scratch under its chin to which it purrs and meows in content and Jeno—inexplicably—feels it too. Like he could approach her and be welcomed like that, smiled at like that, touched like that.
He's high, he reminds himself. He’s high, and he has a job to do.
The movement of the incubus is what pulls him from his reverie. Shadows amalgamate to a figure now revealed in true form, a figure now shed from human pretence. The demon will make the most of this isolation, parade with intent to terrify and intimidate, for the more intense the fear, the riper the prey. Jeno tenses, draws breath in from under bandana.
The cat startles, scarpers away to safer retreat and finally, the girl feels it. A rampant heat in the air that shimmers and scalds lungs; when she breathes, she chokes. She tries to stand, falters on the sight of the mass forming in the darkness, unsure if what she’s seeing is real, because how can it possibly be? Leathery wings that fan out from muscle and sinew; the form of a man sans skin stalks towards her, arms outstretched. Razor teeth stretch across featureless face to drawl words in a language that Jeno will not utter hear when he can help it, for the demon tongue is foulest of all.
She doesn’t scream, neither does she cry. If Jeno weren’t about to be otherwise occupied he might consider interpreting the indifference on her face as something akin to acceptance of her fate; like she always knew she’d be a victim one way or another. It doesn’t matter that it’s this way. Doesn’t matter that it’s here.
Except it won’t be.
Jeno steps into the alley proper, rips bandana from nose and mouth to allow the onslaught of his senses. Needs it when it’s as dark as this, as confined as this. Less chance that more humans might get caught in the crossfire here, but still, he knows the risks. Whips aside his overcoat to claim the dagger from its sheath, heavy thud of boots announce his presence well enough. The girl sees him first. Looks past the demon, to its bewilderment, follows her gaze until the pale yellow of evil looks upon him.
The suspected youth of the demon is confirmed in the moments that follow; its rage on interruption sees that it charges Jeno with more vigour than sense. A simple sidestep sends it hurtling past him, an uppercut to the jaw laced with rosary beads elicits a piercing shriek of agony unique to demons in turmoil; sixty voices each they may have, but their pain is singular. The girl flinches, covers her ears. Jeno pushes through it.
Clambers atop the demon before it can recover from the impact, the mark of rosary beads imprinted to the skinless jaw. One boot planted on each wing, the creature writhes and snarls, claws fit to shred him to pieces until Jeno tears the crucifix from his throat. Drops his weight to straddle and pin the incubus, knees scrape to stone. Flattens crucifix to his calloused palm, slams it to bloody forehead as he chants with husky voice and dry throat, the only prayer that works.
“In nómine pátris, et fílii, et spirítus sancti—”
The demon’s immediate protest comes with yet more shrieking and wailing, unable to move from the sizzle of crucifix that cooks the creature in unholy standing, keeps it rooted under the eye of light. Jeno continues, pulled tight against its jostling, “Exsúrgat deus et dissipéntur inimíci ejus, et fúgiant qui odérunt eum a fácie ejus.”
Boils and pustules form beneath the crucifix, across the form of the demon to throb and burst. The stench of rot and meat and bile and sickness permeates Jeno’s nostrils, his stomach churns the way it always does. Some things can’t be built up to tolerance, it seems. Wings begin to wither and curl, claws disintegrate as though burning under fire, and Jeno knows this is the final push. Hunches over the incubus, keeps his voice as clear as he might as he recites in perfect Latin, “Sicut déficit fumus defíciant; sicut fluit cera a fácie ígnis, sic péreant peccatóres a fácie dei.”
The echoes of the demon’s cries fade to gargling inconsistency, the babble of demon tongue mercifully ended by the final bursts of pressure under skin. Formless, massless, there is nothing left but the remains of miscellaneous offal; indication that evil once lived until it was smote down. When Jeno stands, it’s a smattering of blood and gore that covers his overcoat. Good thing it’s one of many.
“A-fucking-men,” he sighs, rolls out his shoulders.
Wipes the crucifix clean on his coat, clasps it back around his neck. Shrugs said coat off and, without a second thought, tosses it to the nearest dumpster. Glad he wore a thicker shirt tonight; it’s definitely cool enough to warrant one.
Suddenly realises he’s starving. He’ll probably stop by that noodle place on his way home, maybe grab a—
“Thank you.”
Jeno stops. Everything stops.
Nobody ever thanks him for what he does; humans and their weak dispositions mean they’re rarely conscious and/or coherent by the time the demon is vanquished and job is done. He’s sure, in fact, that this might be the first time.
“What?”
Realising now that he doesn’t know how to respond to the thanks, either. The girl blinks up at him, eyes clear and certain of what she’s seen, of what she’s still seeing. A man with blood red eyes, a good portion of which is still steeped demon remains. A man that’s not even a man, but that just saved her life.
***
“Thank you.”
Thanking the man that just saved your life comes as a natural courtesy, you suppose. Stuck his neck out, and whether or not it was specifically for you, you’re assuredly reaping the rewards of said sticking.
He’s handsome, that much is not for debate. Irrelevant perhaps, considering the nature of your meeting and the minutes old revelation that monsters do exist, but all the same, you’re not ignorant to his appeal. Tall, muscular beneath the black leather. Features sharp with potential to intimidate, but somehow gently feminine in their delicate structure. Eyes a clear crimson so helplessly mesmerising beneath thick lashes. Dark hair unkempt, tracked at the side in clean lines against the undercut, the faint stain of old bleach at dry ends.
He's not like you, you think. He’s not like anyone.
He regards you with indifference; perhaps a hint of confusion. “What?”
“I said thank you,” you repeat, “thank you for saving me.”
“I… Yeah. Sure.”
There’s a part of you—the dangerously inquisitive part—that wants to dig deeper. Ask him questions about all of what just happened, get answers, be involved somehow in something bigger than yourself, just like you’ve always silently wanted. But this man doesn’t strike you as the overly helpful type, (rescue notwithstanding), and neither do you suppose this is the time or place.
And so you simply smile, hitch your tote bag to your shoulder, start to make your way home. No detours this time.
It’s as the first droplets of rain break free from the starless night sky that you hear him call after you, “The cat?”
It’s not a question. Not really. Still, you have an answer. You stop, offer it over your shoulder, “Don’t we all need something to take care of?”
The man pulls his brows together, confused as he considers your words. Looks down at his feet, back up and then, “You could take care of me.”
Oh?
“Instead,” he adds.
“Instead of the cat?”
“Instead of anything else.”
The skies open up to heavier rainfall, the smatters chill your skin.
“I don’t even know you,” you call, voice reverberating down the damp alley.
Sweeps his hand through his wet hair, shrugs, “I just saved you.”
“Still,” you maintain.
A second of silence, he blinks through sodden lashes, crimson irises focused as he says, “Jeno.”
Jeno’s not like you. Jeno’s not like anyone.
***
You’ve been taking care of Jeno for six months.
Inevitably, you’ve learned a few things about him in that time, the first and most important being that Jeno is a demon hunter. As simple a thing as it sounds; he is a hunter of demons, has been for a long time.
Secondly, you’re sure that his power comes from his blood. Hasn’t told you this explicitly, but there’s an obvious connection to be made between the supping of his wrist and the unshakable high that wracks him for hours after.  When his eyes aren’t red, they’re a deep, warm brown. Not sure which look you prefer.
Thirdly, Jeno is at home in the dark. Shuns the daylight, preferring to spend those hours alone and in the solitude of his apartment; a place you’ve yet to be invited. Stands to reason you suppose, for Jeno knows nothing much more than his duties as a hunter, has dedicated himself to that life.
Owe him a debt for saving your life. Asked you to take care of him, and so you try. The encounters have become routine, for your nights are no longer your own. When Jeno falls into your apartment, it’s in various states of disrepair. Cuts, bruises, scrapes and gashes; all of them are yours to patch up where you can, the worst being a several inches deep wound across his shoulder, (courtesy of something he called a cambion demon), that called for stitches. The YouTube tutorial was lacklustre; you’re better at them now. Feed him, sit with him, even in silence as his high wears off and breath returns to normal pace, and Jeno never thanks you. Don’t expect it from him; you agreed to this arrangement, to this state of existence where a demon hunter takes from you the care you’re not giving to anyone else.
Might beg the question as to the nature of your relationship, and does, from time to time. Wonder why you’re so prepared to let him crash through your door and bloody your floors, your furniture. Why you’re so prepared to alter your own routines, to find your sleep in the hours between early and late evening wherever possible. Why you shop groceries for two and stock up on extra bandages, ointment, painkillers, just in case.
You’re not so naïve is to consider him a friend. Your conversations are nothing deep, nothing profound, sometimes entirely non-existent when he’s particularly fatigued and you’re too wary to pry. In truth, Jeno still remains a mystery. You know next to nothing about him, save for his tendencies to danger and darkness.
Makes it all the more inexplicable, then, the attraction you harbour. Jeno’s physical appeals are many, you’ve seen enough of his body by now to know that impression of musculature physique is far more than a simple impression, for Jeno is ripped in all senses of the word. Chiselled and lean to a near ridiculous fault, many a minute you’ve spent swallowing down the urge to touch for reasons far and away from simply soothing injury. His scars are numerous, each one a product of his calling, but still, they add to his beauty. Large hands calloused and worn from grip of weapon have done unspeakable things, things that require strength of both will and physicality, strength that makes you weak to even think of. Crimson eyes that have seen the other side, its horrors and death—so much death—but carry no malice. Jeno’s threshold for pain is incomprehensible; never once has he griped or complained beyond a stifled grunt on antiseptic applied, yet the gruff of his voice is enough to inspire thoughts of what he might sound like in the throes of something other than pain...
Jeno appears singular in thought and nature. Lives for the hunt, desires nothing other than the thrill of ending demon after demon, night after night. Seems content with that lifestyle, and so it’s neither your place nor prerogative to question whether he might want more, for he could surely have it. You would surely give it.
Were you a braver woman, you’d propose it. Offer him the comfort of flesh and intimacy on the nights his calling takes its toll, for you’re precariously close to being driven mad with need of him while he remains oblivious, either by choice or genuine indifference.
Tonight will be no different than the others.
Six months of this, and you wonder how much more you can take.
***
Jeno isn’t an uncertain person.
He’s not one to waver or dilly dally, to question himself on decisions made or actions taken. When Jeno knows something, he knows it, and that’s the way it’s always been. Occupational hazard perhaps; demon hunting doesn't allow for second guesses. Swift decisions save his life, the lives of others.
So, why then, is he hesitating?
Bleeding out, the worst wound suffered in a while. Foolishly nicked by a sloth demon; his own fault. Underestimated the creature by its namesake, the first of its kind he’s encountered. Gave it an opening by which to slash him with footlong razor talons, a clean cut across his abdomen. Missed vital organs by a margin too dire to consider. Won’t ever make the same mistake again, but fuck, it stings like a bitch.
Turning up at her place like this isn’t new, hasn’t been for a while. Jeno never worries that he’s imposing or inconveniencing her because she agreed to this, she wanted this, could have said no to this. She gives, bends to accommodate, cares for him. Just like she said she would. Just like he asked her to.
But it’s been happening so much more of late. The longing looks, the lingering touches, the glint in her eye that once denoted irritation for disturbance of her evening, yet now betrays her wants. The pitter-patter of her heart just a little too quick in his presence. Jeno isn’t ignorant to it; just pretends to be. He takes from her, yes, but it was never in his mind to take from her more than the care she gave so willingly to a stray cat, for Jeno saw himself as much the same pitiful creature. He needed another person, had needed one for some time. For posterity, for the company, for insurance. For him. She was the first to show resilience to both his nature and that of the world. The first to say thank you. The first to make Jeno look twice, and Jeno supposed at the time that had to count for something.
Perhaps now it counts for too much.
Can’t be sure what it is she wants exactly; one thing he could, in theory, provide. The other an impossibility. For where matters of the heart are concerned Jeno is thoroughly inexperienced; a choice made for his own protection and that of the poor fool that might find themselves entangled with him, if there were ever to be one.
The blood on his hands is drying, the heavy cotton of his shirt sticking to wounded flesh. He’s been out here too long. Hesitating, ruminating, worrying.
Enough.
Knocks on the door three times, bloody knuckles stain the old wood. Never more than several seconds before she answers, and when she does, the horror on her face lasts no more than a moment, replaced with the usual efficiency.
“Come in, quick.”
Staggers into the apartment he knows well by now, props himself up on the kitchenette counter. Uncaring of the blood that trails in after him; she’s never chided him for it, and he’s too otherwise occupied to pay much attention. Helps him patiently out of his overcoat, hisses an apology when Jeno winces through an accompanying stab of pain at the minor exertion.
“What happened?” she asks, drapes the coat across the counter to be later scrubbed down.
“Sloth demon.”
She quirks an eyebrow, settles him into the chair, “Sloth demon?”
She doesn’t usually ask for details, and Jeno supposes she isn’t. All the same, he elaborates, “My first one. It clipped me.”
She hums under her breath, guides his hands away from where they clutch the wound at his side. Peels his shirt slowly up his torso, her lips pressed thin in concentration. Jeno lets his head fall back to the cabinet, closes his eyes with the encroaching fatigue. The high is wearing off; everything aches more, stings more, his body demands a reprieve.
“Think it did more than just clip you,” she muses, gentle, cool fingertips assessing the damage. “You need stitches. Again.”
“So do it.”
Shoots an unimpressed glance up at him, “I will. Relax.”
No good reason for his short treatment of her, other than his own growing discomfort. Not so big a man as to maintain the pretence of indifference when he feels the tight pull of frustration in his muscles, in his chest, at the back of his throat begging to be released. The high is wearing off, he reminds himself.
She moves to the cabinets, starts rifling through to retrieve the first aid kit, bottles of ointment and lotion that make Jeno’s teeth clench just looking at them. Has a high pain threshold—higher than most—but is still just a man. More or less.
“This would be easier if you took your shirt off,” she instructs, a clear command with no nuance. Yet Jeno feels the heat creep up his nape, subconsciously hopes that she looks like she always does. Gaping wound notwithstanding, he doesn’t mind the way her gaze makes him feel; like a thing not to be feared.
He makes work of it as best he can, finds no help from her. She wets a cloth under warm water from the sink, Jeno tugs the ruined shirt from his head, the drag of blood-soaked cotton staining skin in dark streaks. It’s uncomfortable, sticky, a relief when it finally comes off.
And there it is. Jeno sees it when she turns her attentions back to him. The look.
The pointed diversion of longing eyes after she trails them up his smooth navel now defiled; abs now cut up to reveal too much. She takes him all in, the heat that dusts the tips of her ears a tell of the want that Jeno pretends to ignore.
She settles on her knees—easier access to the tail end of the wound that grazes low—and murmurs, “This is going to sting.”
Jeno smarts with said sting, tries to concentrate instead on the easing warmth of clean cloth to skin. Suppresses a shiver that threatens to crawl up his spine with her gentle touch; reminds himself that this is all he gets to take from her. This is all they agreed on, this care.
“How was your night?” she asks quietly. “Until this, I mean.”
She does this. Talks. Aims it to be a distraction from the needle that pierces his skin, but he doesn’t need it. Never has. Allows it all the same.
“Until I got skewered?” Jeno hums. “Fine. Pretty routine. Took out a pit demon before the sloth.”
“Save anyone?”
Jeno shakes his head, “Not this time.”
Feels the grim pull of skin as she shoves needle through it; an unpleasant sensation made a little better by her small talk. Perhaps he does need it after all.
“Can’t win them all,” she shrugs.
Jeno likes that she doesn’t demonise him. She’s right. He can’t win them all and doesn’t need the burden of potential life lost on his shoulders. The validation is nice.
Silence settles as she continues her work, the intrusive prick of the needle follows the pull of thread and tug of skin, and Jeno lets heavy lids close. Used to the way her hands move now, to the sound of her breath that fills the space. The discomfort is less now, inexplicably. Too tired to think about why that might be.
“Do you...”
She doesn’t ask questions, has learned not to, for Jeno rarely provides an answer. It’s usual that when silence falls they both coast in it, seemingly content until either Jeno feels himself fit enough to get home or she makes indication of her own fatigue and the later hour; whichever comes first.
Jeno forces his eyes open, casts a quizzical look down at her.
As though he’s forgotten she’s on her knees, Jeno would challenge any man—hybrid—to withstand what he sees unaffected. She blinks up at him, head craned back to expose smooth column of throat, her fingertips stained a dull crimson. It’s something primal that awakens in him, something sudden and inexplicably fierce that sends his blood rushing south and all urges to a dark, disgusting place not visited for years; if ever.
He can’t entertain them. Can’t take more than they agreed. Can't allow himself to imagine how easy it would be, how fucking insane, to slip his pulsing cock between her pretty lips and fuck the wet, hot warmth of her pliant little mouth—
“Do you ever think about it?”
Jeno clears his throat. Fuck.
“Think about what?”
She cocks her head, “Quitting. Doing something else.”
Not what he expected, but fine.
“I... No?”
“You could, though.”
“I know.”
“Don’t you want to?”
“No,” Jeno snaps, “I don’t.”
She purses her lips; disapproving of his abrasive tone, but he can’t help it. The irritation is back, he’s running hot under his skin, the itch of arousal unsettling to the point of near anger.
He cannot take more than they agreed.
“There’ll be a night where you don’t get so lucky, you know.”
Jeno hums, focuses on a spot of damp bleeding across her ceiling. Meagre distraction, thoroughly ineffective.
“I mean it,” she adds.
“I know.”
“Doesn’t it bother you? Knowing that one of these hunts might be your last?” she presses.
Considers the question for all of a moment, still too highly strung to argue with or think through his intuitive response, which is once again, “No.”
“Jeno, seriously—”
“Are we done here?”
Doesn’t want to keep talking about it. Needs to go home, before the last shreds of his control snap and he does something he’ll assuredly come to regret, because he cannot fucking take more than they agreed.
She huffs something under her breath; if Jeno were high, he’d have heard it. With wound now stitched up, she pulls the thread tight and cranes up to grab metal nail scissors from the countertop. Deftly cuts the excess thread and tosses both scissors and material to the counter, swiping bloody hands on her bare thighs as she stands.
And perhaps it’s that, Jeno thinks, that makes him do what he does next.
His horrific crimson on her perfect skin, a complete and utter juxtaposition to everything she is. The sight defies sense, defies reality; that she should look so fucking good covered in his blood, that he should even recognise that fact baffles him, but the urge to ravish and defile to the point of disrepair boils him from the inside, and he can’t anymore.
He can’t.
***
He’s on fine form tonight.
Gets like this sometimes, when the hunt isn’t perfect, when he can’t claim total victory and the pride of coming away unscathed.
Usually, you can bite your tongue. Understand that it’s entirely moot to point out the dangers of his occupation when it’s all he’s ever known, and so surely knows the risks well enough. He’s a grown man, you remind yourself, capable of such decisions regarding his safety and wellbeing, and it’s not for you to bear the weight of worry or responsibility.
Yet still.
“Are we done here?”
“I fucking wish...”
Your mumble goes unheard, as you suspected it would. The crimson to his eyes has dulled and rusted, a tell-tale sign that his high is diminishing. The comedowns are never pleasant; many a time you’ve sat with him in silence while his shivers and the cold sweat of his exertions catch up with him. Tomorrow night, he’ll return to it. Always does.
Snip a clean cut through excess thread and toss your instruments to the countertop. Not your cleanest work, will assuredly leave a scar additional to his already impressive arsenal. Drag yourself up from the floor; the sting of pins and needles pricks through your feet, your legs.
Always takes conscious effort to touch him the right amount, the right way. The way that’s appropriate given the circumstances, appropriate for the role of caregiver such as you’ve stepped into. But it’s hard. So hard. More so on the nights when inevitable loneliness has rooted a little deeper than usual, stirring the desire for closeness of another person. More so when he’s looking every inch the damaged morsel of a man.
His worn rosary hangs loose around his neck, the brown beads scratched and abused from use. Silver crucifix nestles in the chasm of his firm pectorals, an accoutrement to the scars and bruises that decorate his tan skin, the newly added stitches that climb his side. Slim waist dips to leather trousers that cling snugly, accentuate his svelte figure that betrays lean strength, silver dagger still strapped to muscled thigh. Swallow down the urges that linger, always, simmering beneath the uncertainty. To touch and explore, to feel the power you’ve seen only once before in action under your hands.
You’ll wash them away the same way as always; wine and cold water.
“You’re good to—”
A cold touch on your wrist holds tight.
Heart jumps to your throat amongst the bafflement of the moment, for this is new. The first time he’s ever touched you with purpose.
When his gaze finds yours, it’s unfamiliar. Dark, desperate, something to the glint of it that makes your knees weak and keeps your breath suspended in tight limbo. Giddy desire curls around you, squeezes you tight.
“Do you want me?”
Takes a moment to comprehend the question, the meaning.
“Do I... want you?”
Jeno grimaces, steps closer. Hand still tight around your wrist, and you’re crowded. Slowly against the counter of the kitchenette, pressed to imprisonment by his frame. Abs tighten and contract on his deepening breaths as his free hand comes to grace the skin of your neck, a touch so gentle the shiver it sends down your nape is frustratingly undetectable. Cranes down to rest forehead against yours, and suddenly, he’s so close; rain and rusted iron on the inhale, both searing hot and ice cold in his proximity.
“You take care of me,” he whispers, breath warm on your skin. “That’s what we agreed to.”
Words feel foreign in your mouth, overcome with want you can only blink up at him, nod uselessly. Jeno runs his tongue over his teeth, says with a huff, “I can’t take any more from you. No more than what we agreed.”
The hand on your neck splays out, long fingers curl carefully around your throat. A barely registered squeeze of airways makes your heart thump pathetically in your chest, and God, you’re so turned on you’re not sure you’ll ever breathe properly again.
“Unless you want me,” he puffs.
Neck goes slack of strength when he squeezes again; if not for his forehead propping yours you’d be buried amongst his chest, weak to his ways. Running hot all over, suffocating in his space, his air, but he presses closer still and leans, arches you back against the counter.
“If you wanted me... I wouldn’t be taking. If you wanted me, I’d give.”
Hand around throat navigates an easy slide around to nape, up to the back of your head. A guiding tug tips your head back by root, the resulting whirl of arousal heavy in your gut, centring between your thighs.
“So... do you?” he presses on a breath.
Do you want him?
Is the sky blue?
Answer by way of tentative touch; place your hands on his chest, rake nails gently down the curves and swelling dips of his body, and Jeno’s ochre eyes flash. The seconds that follow are steeped in fantasy; his fervent assault on your lips, the grunts of want he expels into your mouth, the sensation of him everywhere as he hitches you into his arms, thighs spread and legs wrapped around him. Heart thumps so fast you fear it might implode, offset only by the torrent of lust as Jeno carries you to the nearest vertical surface.
Slammed against the wall for spine to ache, your hissing groan of complaint quickly swallowed by eager lips. Held so high in his arms you’re forced to crane down to kiss him, Jeno’s strength enough to keep you suspended as he noses at your jaw, your throat, nips the sensitive flesh to colour it sore.
Manhandling never something you’ve given much thought to, neither for curiosity nor desire, but inherent to the way Jeno moves you around the space like a thing barely worth the effort. From the wall to the rickety dining table you’ve patched him up at many a time, he hefts you to the surface with a careless shove, the sparse wind knocked from your lungs.
Steps back only to sink to his knees before you, akin to a moment of worship he focuses attention on your thighs still parted for him. Mortified when you realise the stain of your complexion; dried blood mars each thigh, must have absentmindedly swept your hands on them during the procedure.
Yet the mortification is short lived.
Jeno, a man possessed by something you can’t hope to understand—but would give a decade of your life to try—consumes you. Drags wet tongue across the defilement, dried blood unmoving, encrusted to your skin. Groans with what must be the taste of himself, high and in desperate need, and then you remember.
His blood is his narcotic.
Nuzzles his face to the fleshy swell of your thigh, inhales deeply to barely exhale on a shudder that pricks goosebumps over his bare, tan skin. Mouths at the blood; doesn’t wish to remove it, only to tease—a glutton for delayed gratification—and the desirous display from him makes your head spin.
Lace fingers into his dark hair, longer at the crown for strands to pull at. Spread your legs wider as his worship travels to your innermost thigh, until the heat of his breath is warming your centre through thin pyjama shorts, until his tongue is crawling across your gusset and eager fingers are tugging, prising, yanking what material stands in his way aside to pitiful, useless shreds. Lips stained faded red close around your soaking cunt, andJeno curses filth into a sigh of content.
Must be wrong, somewhere on the scale of morality, that you’re burning with the notion that he tastes his drug on your wet folds, that the irony tang of his blood tinctures your essence to devastating effect. Straight laps of his tongue nudge back the hood of your clit, once exposed he mouths it, nibbles it, drowns it in the wet affection of his touch and fuck; you’ve never felt so adored, so craved.
The waves of pleasure crash your senses in delightful turn, capable only of chasing your building peak you let your body fall weak to his ministrations, collapse back to the surface of the rickety dining table that creaks and wobbles in complaint. Drives himself deeper; Jeno claws at your inner thighs to prise apart the flesh, hitches your legs over his shoulders. Elevated feet dangle uselessly, toes curl with the luscious sensation of your encroaching orgasm, beat by beat he coaxes it from you with suckles and salacious slurps.
Plush lips slick and bruised, Jeno parts them; perhaps for the relief from abuse. Straightens his tongue to delve it deep, firm prods against your pliant entrance bring you to whine in need and desire, the teasing intrusion good only to frustrate. Slides the muscle inside you until nose bumps pubic bone, a slippery affair that has your back arching from the table and walls clenching desperately for more, for harder, for deeper. Fucks you with his tongue until need to take breath overcomes him, withdraws a mess of coated moisture from his nose to chin. Gives you no time to come down from the intensity; slim middle finger replaces tongue, glides inside you to feel out, to give you something to tighten around, yet it still remains a wrenchingly feeble sensation compared to what you know you could have. Middle finger is joined by his index, girth enough to seek the spongy spot inside you; palm facing upwards and fingertips curl up, press, and your resulting expletive brings Jeno to satisfying grin.
Come with a devastating rush of adrenaline, unable to grasp any single breath with traction as tongue solid against your throbbing clit and gently teasing fingers coax you to shattering release; your body a pile of singing nerves and hot relief. Mind blown clear of any coherence or rationality, watching Jeno swipe his face clean with throbbing, veiny forearm doesn’t quite strike you as reality.
Did that just happen? Did the demon hunter just make you come so hard you’re now treading the line of madness?
Gazes lock; your glassy unfocused stare to his determined countenance. A blush of heat colours his chest, neck, deepens the caramel of his complexion to make his innumerable scars all the more apparent; pale slashes of injuries suffered like the strokes of an artist’s brush. Jaw slack and lips swollen; dark hair mussed from your desperate clinging. Abs tighten with heaves of his breath, your eyes fall to the swell of his crotch; prominent, bulging under leather to inspire a deep-rooted thirst that cries for satiation:
“Fuck me.”
Mirth heavy in his eyes, Jeno sucks his bottom lip clean of your essence, rakes hand through his tresses. Nudges your knees apart to stand between them, looms over you still collapsed atop the table. Reach up to wind the tempting dangle of rosary beads around your hand, a fisting grip that tugs him down, down, enough so that you can capture his lips; pillowy and slick.
“Are you giving me this?” he rasps.
“I’d give you anything.”
“Not what we agreed,” he licks into your mouth, “agreed on your care, not your body.”
“Little late to reconsider, isn’t it?” you whisper softly, tug the beads around his neck. “You’ve already made me come.”
Jeno hums, sighs heavily as he lifts off you, “If you’re giving me this, you can’t take it back. Orgasm aside.”
“You think I'd want to?”
“I think you’re underestimating me.”
“In what way?”
“In the way that I’m pretty fucked up and... yeah. Not like anyone else,” he admits.
You know Jeno’s not like anyone else; made peace with that six months ago, the night he saved your life.
Reach up to his face, knuckles skim down the sharp curve of his jaw as you whisper, “I know you’re not. I’m still here. I won’t want to take it back.”
“Are you—”
“Kiss me.”
Yank him back to your space by rosary beads held tight, the telling of a grin against your mouth as Jeno surrenders to the moment, to you. And thank God, for you’re not sure you’d have kept the lust at bay much longer. Descent into wet smacks and nudges of teeth, and Jeno eventually murmurs, “Want to try something.”
“I told you, anything.”
“No—”
Frees himself of your vice grip, reaches down to unsheathe silver dagger strapped to his thigh. Holds it up before your eyes, the clean glint reflecting the dim light of your apartment.
“I want to try something,” he repeats, because he needs you to understand.
Immediately unsure, naturally. An inherently threatening thing to look upon, no matter how appealing the man. But Jeno, you remind yourself again, isn’t a man. His wants aren’t vanilla, his needs aren’t tame, his desires can’t be encapsulated in so simple a way as you might be used to from partners past, and to quote him directly, he’s ‘a little fucked up’.
It’s the tincture of fear that accompanies the pattering of your heart, the rush of clouding adrenaline at the prospect of what he’s proposing. Twirls the knife around expertly, holds the flat of the blade atop your knee, balancing. Assesses your reaction to find no hint of distress; watches intently as he grazes it a slow and sultry path from kneecap to thigh, steady hands keeping the broad flat against skin. Cool metal tingles and yet burns hot, the attraction of danger so sickly apparent but offset to a near boggling degree by his confidence, his assurance in the handling of the thing. Can’t control the way your heart thunders in adrenal fear, the way you dampen in the face of such open vulnerability. Lids flutter when he drops his hand to his crotch, palms the painful swell of his trapped cock, pinpoint focused on the gentle scraping imprint of metal dragging over plush inner thigh, never to penetrate or injure. Helpless. Protected. Desired.
Blade brought to the topmost dip of your thigh, where leg meets hip. Teases the drag towards groin along the crook, your throbbing pussy exposed and yet shying from the fearful glint of sharp edge a mere hairs breadth from your labia. Ruminate briefly amongst the clamour of your thoughts how much evil he’s smote with this very knife, how many wicked things he’s vanquished, how many lives it’s taken and yet toys with your desires so basely. Jeno’s jaw locks tight; watches the way your hole flutters wantonly, how you threaten to writhe under the touch, but he has you. Fuck, he has you so badly, and you never want him to let go.
“J— Jeno...”
Pulled from his reverie he blinks himself from the daze, retracts the blade. The hint of your juices collected on the weapon, apparent when Jeno lifts the blade to admire the viscosity in dim light, evidence of your arousal. A thoughtless act of worship cum hedonism when he drags eager tongue across the flat of the blade, shudders on your taste made sweeter by misplaced fear and asks, “Trust me?”
Your stilted silence, too entranced to speak does volumes for you, but Jeno smirks all the same. Would you have allowed what just transpired if you didn’t?
“Trust that I won’t hurt you?” he readjusts; knows he can’t argue with the obvious. And that, you suppose, begs a real answer. Folly for a man that once saved your life to endeavour to hurt you after the fact.
“Yes.”
Jeno nods, satisfied he slips the blade between his teeth, holds it there as he takes your hands, guides you from the rickety table. Cautious steps behind him as he leads the way to your bedroom, watching the muscled planes of his naked back offers an ample salve to your growing worries.
Gentle as he strips you completely of clothes, positions you just so on the bed. Resting flat on your stomach, arms folded beneath your head, unable to see much of what he’s doing. The telling clink of metal and shuck of clothes being removed inspires excitement, the anticipation of what comes next keeping you suspended in tight alert even after such an orgasm as he gave you.
Feel the weight of his body as the mattress dips, the heat of his skin as, finally, he comes to you. Smooth and silken chest against your back, the callous scrape of scars and drag of his rosary beads a pleasant textured sensation, you allow him the exploration. Hot fan of breath across your nape, he gathers your hair to fist and press your face to the mattress, mouthing across your neck, shoulders, suckling the skin. Shiver and groan with his ministrations, the embers of desire still lit under his weight, and Jeno lifts your head.
Open your eyes to see what he presents; the silver blade offered to you by hilt.
“Take it.”
Prop yourself up on elbows to take the weapon, the weight and feel of it so foreign to your hands. Trust that he won’t hurt you; he’s made himself clear, and his word is his bond, but still the tickle of apprehension colours the edge of your arousal. This is all so new.
Hand that once held the blade now placed flat against the mattress, palm up. Jeno rests above you still, tugs your earlobe with gentle teeth, noses your throat and whispers, “Do it.”
His blood is his narcotic, you repeat like a mantra as your hesitation betrays the moment.
“It’s okay,” he reassures, reaches around to guide your hand into proper hold of the weapon, “won’t hurt me. It’s just a nick.”
“Jeno...”
“Please.”
Feel his forehead drop against the back of your head, the shudder of desperation that claims him in his display of weakness; if it can be considered such a thing.
“I... I need it,” he confesses. “Please, baby.”
Perhaps it’s the endearment that wrecks your final shreds of hesitancy, perhaps it’s the show of vulnerability, albeit brief. Whatever the reason, you resolve and tighten your grip, his hand still careful over yours as together, you hold the blade to his open palm. Press shallow and swipe, heart thundering through the motion as Jeno grunts and clamps his fist shut around the small wound, quickly sitting back on his haunches, tossing knife to safe distance away.
Miss his bodily heat already; yet it’s replaced by something altogether different. Feel the intermittent smatterings of blood, warm and thick, you’re decorated with Jeno’s drug as he opens his palm and lets the droplets fall free. A foreign sensation, to be defiled in such a way with such purpose, but the resulting descent is worth all the worry and more.
For Jeno loses himself.
***
Fuck, fuck, fuck.
Jeno can’t contain it.
Felt bad for even asking such a thing of her, fully expected the accusations of insanity and insults as to his mental state, but instead got her agreement.
Doesn’t know how he managed this, worried that he might have coerced her, but ultimately finds himself unable to dwell on the stress when he watches the way his blood colours her perfect skin.
Holds his palm over her, squeezes his fist to encourage more, faster from the wound. Droplets collect in the dip of her spine; gather to form runnels that spill over her ribs, stain the sheets. Jeno groans at the sight, feels the swell of his cock that was already halfway to rigidity before this even began, now angrily hard.
Inhales deep to detect the tang of iron in the air, sweet and with such promise of the high he craves, the high he needs. Wants to see her in technicolour brilliance, to feel the very weaving of her skin and hear impossible octaves of her voice as he fucks her, and God, he wants to fuck her like she’s royalty.
Stretched out underneath him, coloured with his very own narcotic, Jeno thinks he could look at her forever. Would, if he could get away with it. Flow of blood dies out as it gradually coagulates and wound heals over; wasn’t particularly deep anyway, could have gone again if not for concern of asking her twice.
Drops clean hand to his cock and fists tight as he dips down, tongue outstretched and drags a path through his essence, collects it from her skin. Something appallingly carnal about the way she whimpers and arches for him, Jeno meets her exclamations with that of his own: “Fuck—”, head spinning off rational axis as his drug coats his tongue and with it, the sweet tinge of her sweat, her taste, her.
When Jeno gets high, it’s like free falling. Jumping from a momentous height and letting the nature of the fall take him where it will, for when he lands, he’s all the better for it. This time, it’s like drowning. Mired in lust and thoughts so fiercely intrusive he can’t bear to acknowledge them amongst the screams of his libido, Jeno worries for a moment his own self-control might betray him. Knows he needs to ground himself as the sting of vitality fires off all his nerves at once, makes his body prickle and burn and his sight sharpen to pores and fibres, veins and the movement of life within her.
Settles his knees between her legs, nudges them to spread. Naturally she presents herself, chest and neck flush with mattress as bloody back arches and Jeno slicks himself through the soft fragility of her wet cunt. Burns from the inside as he coats his throbbing cock—now hard to the point of agonising—with her dripping delight, finds no resistance as he aligns himself and strips over his cock with tight fist once, twice, the third removing himself to ease inside.
Mind goes blank white as the ecstasy of her tight, wet heat brings him to clenched jaw, for Jeno feels it all. Every fucking inch he sinks deeper is a punch to his chest, unable to grasp any breath he feels fit to hyperventilate as skittering tendrils of electricity ignite him. Buries himself deep, snug, collapses on top of her when he picks up a rhythm of fucking. Feels her pulse in his fucking cock, erratic and heavy with every thrust and drag, he rides the ebb and flow of her body.
She sighs and pants to the pace he sets, clutches the sheets until knuckles whiten with strain and Jeno wishes she could feel the things he feels, wishes she could see herself the way he sees her; his very own demon in the making, perfectly corrupted with skin shimmering iridescent crimson and voice a siren’s song as she whines his name, “Fuck, Jeno—”, and it’s the only gospel he’ll ever entertain.
Slams his cock deep, relishes in the cry of delight she elicits. Rakes his hand over her spine, collects the blood smeared between them to lick clean from his palm in desperation, and euphoria goes straight to his heavy cock. Slips his arms around her tight, covets her in every terrible heinous way and pants in her ear, “I’ll fucking destroy you, baby.”
“You... already have.”
Growls more akin to a monster as he retracts from her a moment, flips her over in place. Would love nothing more than to decorate her again, mark up her ample breasts, but his need to watch her come once more supersedes even the high. Bends her legs back to her chest, flexibility a requirement as he fucks back inside her, but her face is that of fantasy, he’s unable to look away. Wrought weak with her desire, Jeno sees the reflection of his curse in her wide, appealing eyes. His own are on fire, a volcanic swirl of searing lust and ochre power. His mouth and lips stained, chin coated a mix of saliva and dried blood. Tensed out and near maniacal with hunger, Jeno finds he meant what he said.
He wants to destroy her. To fuck her to pieces and put her back together, all so he might do it again.
Creaking complaints of the mattress and dull slam of the headboard accompany her listless groans, they come frequently, unfiltered, the expletives spurring him on to torturous release. She slips her legs down and around him tight, digs heels to his rear and Jeno almost falters with the request that falls from her perfectly abused lips:
“Breed me.”
“Oh, fuck—”
“Fuck me full of your cum, Jeno, please—”
Feels the tight knot of release encroaching fast, she curls her fingers into his hair, scrapes the tracks of his undercut before yanking sharp, craning up to sink her teeth into his neck hard and Jeno keens; his threshold crumbles, feels like she could tear the skin from his very being and he’d love her for it, thank her for it, fuck her for it until her orgasms render her useless and she’s good for nothing but to hold close and protect.
And Jeno fully intends to.
His cock throbs mercilessly as he comes, the most brutal orgasm he’s ever had; mind-numbing, soul sucking, tear inducing to the point of impossibility, he milks himself for every drop. Oozes out around his cock as he fucks her though it and Jeno watches in strict fascination, high enough still that he observes the sperm themselves swimming their merry paths to perish on bed sheets and over her sweaty skin.
The very picture of sweet content, she closes her eyes and allows herself the boneless state of post-coital glow. There’s no malcontent, no disgust, not even the slightest sign of regret for what they’ve just done, what they’ve just offended, for the deities are surely innumerable.
Jeno, so concerned with not taking more from her than they agreed, realises it too late.
She’s the one that’ll take fucking everything from him.
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