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can I call you tonight? - park jongseong

two. mr park

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[authors note: hello hello chap two!! how are you all? I hope well! work is killing me but we move, can't wait for yn and jay to finally meet hehe because jay is deffo about to become hella flirty 🤭 anyway, reblogs, likes and feedback super appreciated!! pls remember if you're on the taglist then reblogging is super helpful otherwise it's a lil upsetting to be tagging people and they don't interact :( anyway! ilyasm have the best day/evening 🤍]

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best kun writer fr

much mistletoeing about nothing ❧ teaser [kun]

❧ teaser word count: 732 | full fic: 7.6k ❧ warnings: none for the teaser! ❧ genre: exes to lovers, angst with a happy ending (look at what blog ur on rn), christmas-themed (if the title wasn’t apparent enough), getting snowed in trope, cuddling to share warmth trope, just a fun, cheesy, time ❧ extra info: i wrote this in a 24-ish hour fever. it’s moderately proof-read. beware. ❧ estimated release: wednesday, december 20, 2023 7:00 p.m. eastern time

There was light pouring out from Dr. Oh’s office at the end of the hall, the only one on. You poked your head in through the open door, greeted by the sight of a seemingly empty office. Must have stepped out.

Just as you had dropped the papers into his inbox on his desk, you heard footsteps at the doorway and whipped around to greet the older man, breathless smile already on your face.

Except it wasn’t Dr. Oh standing there. Your greeting died in your throat as you stared at the newcomer with blatant shock.

“Oh, Y/N,” Qian Kun rubbed the back of his neck awkwardly. His hair was a bit longer than before, a shaggy length that covered most of his ears and neck, and he’d forgone his contacts in favor of a pair of silver wire-rimmed glasses, but there was nothing that time could do to conceal his identity from you. The way your heart dropped to your stomach as soon as he said your name was undeniable. “What are you doing here?”

“What are you doing here?” You sputtered back harshly. His PhD program was at a completely different university in the area and should have ended in the spring. What business did he have here of all places?

“I started assisting Dr. Oh last month. Uhm, sorry, I sort of thought you graduated already, or I wouldn’t have interviewed for the job.”

“I did graduate.” You crossed your arms over your chest. “Two years ago. I’m a research fellow now.”

“Of course. Well, congrats.”

You let out a small noise of acknowledgement that could’ve also been interpreted as a cynical chuckle.

“So, did you need to see Dr. Oh? He’s left the office for the year, I’m just finishing up a couple things here.”

“Oh, no,” you shook your head, vaguely gesturing to the inbox over your shoulder. “My research head asked me to drop something off.”

Kun nodded. “Right. I’ll make sure he looks it over first thing when he gets back.”

“Thank you.” There was a pause of tense silence, and you looked around the office uncomfortably. “So, can I go, or…?”

“Yeah, of course, sorry.” He moved out of the doorway, stepping aside to clear the exit for you. “It uhm, it was nice to see you, Y/N.”

“Yeah, sure.”

You’d just brushed past him when he called your name out again. Against your better judgment, you stopped just short of leaving the office and turned to look at him.

“What, Kun?”

“What uh, what are you doing for the holidays? Are you going back home? Or, celebrating here with… someone?”

You weren’t sure what compelled you to answer other than basic social niceties. “No. Airline tickets were crazy, couldn’t find anything that would get me back in the lab in time that wasn’t ridiculously expensive. All my friends are traveling, so I’ll be eating ramen by myself on the couch, presumably.”

You had answered his half-asked question. No, you didn’t have a significant other to spend the holiday with. Just your family back home that you couldn’t afford to go see, and friends who had all left town.

“Oh…” He looked down at his feet.

“What about you?” You asked pettily, fully expecting him to be visiting a significant other’s family in town, flying home to see his family, something much merrier than the picture you had just painted.

“Same for me,” he admitted quietly. “Plane tickets back home were so expensive… and I just left my old job and haven’t really made new friends here yet. At least not ones that are on the level of them inviting me to their family Christmas.”

While you wanted to be bitterly vindicated by Kun making himself as alone on Christmas as he had made you, it somehow just weighed twice as heavy on your heart. All that came out of this was two lonely people, far away from home.

“Do you… maybe want to come over? For Christmas?” Kun’s hesitant proposition knocked the wind out of you.

“Why?”

“Well, neither of us have any other plans. And, I don’t know, I thought it might be nice… to be with someone you know. Better than being alone on Christmas eating instant ramen, maybe?”

You took a couple deep breaths, gnawing on your bottom lip as you thought over his offer. “Fine. Christmas dinner. No presents.”

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best smau ive read in so long omg

synopsis: The red string theory. “The two people connected by the red thread are destined lovers, regardless of place, time, or circumstances.” Y/N grew up on tales of fate. A string connecting us to the ones we are meant to fall in love with? Seems like utter bullshit. But perhaps it’s just not everyone’s string of fate is so untangled. -or even a string at all.

CHAPTER 1 : late again

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SECRET — lee jeno

𝐓𝐈𝐓𝐋𝐄: secret

𝐏𝐀𝐈𝐑𝐈𝐍𝐆: lee jeno x fem!reader

𝐆𝐄𝐍𝐑𝐄: smut, fluff (at the end), established relationship, kink discovery, relationship development

𝐒𝐔𝐌𝐌𝐀𝐑𝐘: jeno has a secret he can’t tell anybody, not even you.

𝐖𝐀𝐑𝐍𝐈𝐍𝐆: sub!jeno, dom!reader (it’s their first time reversing roles so they’re both exploring how it feels like), implied masturb*tion, n!pple play, kinda hand-free org*sm/coming untouched, an*l fingering, riding, overstimulation, praise kink, minor degradation, size kink (but reversed??? reader is not bigger than jeno but somehow jeno feels small and likes to feel like that), ch*king, names used for jeno (baby boy, good boy, pup/puppy, pretty boy), names used for reader (ma’am, miss, mommy), big d!ck jeno, there’s nothing wrong with being a sub but jeno has issues because he has to always be strong so it doesn’t feel right for him, count the times I say ‘please’ in this (not my fault jeno is the bestest boy ever), aftercare (and kink discussion)

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𝐀/𝐍: a gift for my love @yellowgirllsblog, I converted her to subjenoism so I’m on a mission to let more of you see the light of the day and appreciate sub!jeno more. ps: you will never catch me call twitter ‘x.’ enjoy and if you do, please reblog and leave feedback! love u!

Jeno has a secret.

Once you’ll find out what it is, it won’t seem a big deal, but to him, it is.

It’s so big, so stressful, and so shameful, he can’t even talk to you — his sweet, loving girlfriend — about it.

It’s stupid, really. Deep down Jeno is well aware of how dumb it all sounds, but every time he faces it, it looks like a big mountain he can’t climb — and that will probably crumble on top of him, smashing him on the ground.

Stupid or not, big or small, it haunts him every day. Yes, every day. At first, Jeno thought it was just a temporary thing, something that piqued at his curiosity for fun, but soon enough, he fell down the rabbit hole. Looking back at it now, he probably was buried deep in the rabbit hole since forever but he —and the perception others had of him— did a good job at polishing the place real nice and don’t make him realize where he was.

Jeno accepted he is far gone a while ago, but he still can’t wrap his head around it. How is that possible? How could he, out of all the people, like something like this, be like this.

And that’s why he keeps it to himself, praying that if he doesn’t act on it, if he pushes it out of his mind, it will just leave. He’s strong, and fit, and he pounds into you every night, giving it to you like you want it. He can’t be anything else other than this, nothing but a confident, strong man that can’t be vulnerable.

But it turns out that pushing it out of his mind is not as easy as it seems. Jeno might be weaker than he realizes when he keeps going back at it, sipping on it at small doses, almost as if whatever he is holding in it’s a drug he doesn’t want to get addicted to — not knowing he already is. But for now — and forever, he thinks — this is just a fantasy, he can’t get addicted to something that is not real, to a version of him, no matter how authentic it feels, that can’t come out. But he slips further every day, hiding in your shared bedroom with his laptop or phone when you’re at work and he can have a bit of time to himself, when he stares at the box with your toys and lets time pass by because he doesn’t dare to do the next step, and lastly when he fucks his fist with your used panties and calls your name… or well, how he wishes he could call you.

And then clarity hits him again, making him groan as he rushes to the bathroom on wobbly legs, throwing your stained panties inside and starting the washing machine while he questions himself; why? He feels pathetic; masturbating over you as if he needs to fantasize about you, as if he doesn’t have you every night, and every day, and yet, it’s still not enough, it’s not how he wants you. But he feels guilty, he feels like he won’t be enough if he confessed to you, if he let you know his secret. And most of all, he’s terrified he’ll lose you. This version of him is not the one you picked, is not the one you love. And he’d damn himself forever if he lost you for something so silly.

So, he sighs, takes a deep breath, and then exhales deeply, rubbing his teary eyes before pushing his tired body up from the wall to walk back to your bedroom and fix himself.

Jeno has a secret, and he will take it to his grave.

Your boyfriend has been acting strange for a while now. At first, you figured he was stressed because of work, but now, you don’t think that’s the only reason.

Your brain goes crazy, imagining the worst-case scenario, the top one: he wants to break up with you. So, you start acting strange, too. Panicking, over-analyzing everything, and mostly, bracing yourself for the worst. Every time he starts talking to you with a serious tone, you fear that those words will come out of his lips, especially when before starting the conversation he stares at you for minutes and thinks so loudly you can almost hear his thoughts.

But the worst never comes, this goes on for weeks, and even if your boyfriend does act strange, nothing of his weirdness leads to a breakup, literally nothing can make it plausible, and even your brain gives up keeping you up at night with the fear of you losing him.

Jeno has never been so touchy. His hands are always on your body, any excuse is valid to let his fingers wander on your skin; if he needs to help you pick up something, if he needs to reach for the remote, if he has to leave for work, anything as long as he gets to feel your warm body.

And that doesn’t shock you much, Jeno has always made it clear how much he finds you attractive and how obsessed and in love he is with you and your body, but well, not like this. His fingers seem almost fearful, and so are his lips when he kisses you, and even something about his eyes doesn’t seem quite right. And then there are those unsaid words that you can see pending from his lips, and yet, they never come out. Every phrase Jeno starts is followed by a stutter and a quick shake of the head, other times his cheeks turn bright red as he zones out and you have to shake him out of whatever he is thinking, and then he goes back to act though and shrug it all off as if nothing happened.

You don’t get it, and every time you try to ask if something’s wrong, he acts surprised and tells you everything’s alright. You don’t buy it, but you feel that if something’s annoying him, he will come talk to you when he’s ready, so you leave him alone.

Jeno has a secret, and you have to find out in a way you don’t like.

You don’t like to roam around and stick your nose in things that aren’t yours, honestly, you hate doing so because you would hate if somebody did that with your things.

But you’re bored, laying on your bed, waiting for Jeno to come out of the shower, and your phone is somewhere in the living room, and you’re bored.

Picking up his phone to play some games is not an invasion of privacy, it’s the only thing you do with his phone, and Jeno is fine with it — he even lets you download those ugly, ads-filled, games that pop up in ads of other annoying games, he doesn’t get them, he hates the graphic of most of them, and he doesn’t understand how you can survive so many ads, but it’s fine, anything that makes you happy because you saved the King from drowning, cleaned a hotel room or built a pretty land.   

You would’ve minded your business if it wasn’t for one of those stupid games and ads, causing the app to crash and make you huff.

You’re pissed as you click the left bottom on the bottom of his screen to see all the apps and go back to your game, hoping it won’t die again, you’re so caught up that you almost miss the other window of Twitter and some other apps he used before.

But well, what you see is too shocking to make you go back to the business of your hotel.

You freeze, and a lump forms in your throat as you blink speechless with your mouth wide open. You feel the world could collapse under your feet but then you shake your head.

Dumb asshole, it’s fine. He might be bisexual, he’s not using you as a beard, right?

But you still stare at the video in shock, the only focus is on the naked man with a choker, moaning while the vibrator edges him, and the playful touches on his nipples make his hips rut.

And when Jeno comes out of the shower you’re still dumbfounded. Your eyes look up, and his smile drops as soon as he sees your face, it looks as if you saw a ghost, and he fears something has happened to you, but he barely manages to let out ‘are you ok?’ before you stop him.

“Are you gay?” You ask, nothing of the more rational questions you came up with before passing your lips.

He giggles nervously, eyes skimming you. “What?

You feel a lump in your throat and then reply. “What is this?” you lift the phone, video playing on mute, you can’t bear to hear the moans again. “Why are you watching porn and why are you watching porn focused on men? If you want to try something out you can tell me, but please, tell me I’m not your bearding girlfriend and this wasn’t all a lie.”

“A lie?” Jeno screams, feeling his heart pump hard in his chest. “It’s not and I’m not gay, I might be bi, but I never wanted to question much about it but... Wait, would it make you love me less?”

“No, God, no, but I don’t understand this,” you squeak, voice breaking a bit for the confusion you feel and also because his face dropped even more.

“It’s nothing,” Jeno says, abruptly taking the phone from your hand and closing the tab. His hands are shaking, he can’t believe he’s so fucking stupid, how could he not think about it? He always makes sure to close everything so that you can’t find out.

“Nothing?” You ask, eyes wide and a bit of sarcasm in your tone. “Why are you watching that kind of video...”

“I — I... It’s just something dumb the boys sent me,” he justifies, scratching his neck, but his eyes are everywhere except on yours.

You would believe him if only he wasn’t so evasive with his answers and body language, he’s a nerve wreck, he has to be hiding something. “Is it? Why would they do it?”

“I don’t know, you know they’re dumb,” he says and then pauses, biting his lips nervously before he gathers the courage to speak. “Did you watch it?”

You furrow, mumbling for a few seconds before replying as if it was obvious. “Yes.”

“All?”

“Yes, it’s not that long,” you reply without getting where he wants to go with these questions.  

Jeno nods and bites his lips, strategically avoiding your gaze.

“Jeno...” You call and he hesitantly raises his face. “Are you sure you’re not lying to me? If you like men and only them it’s fine, I would be heartbroken, but I want you to be happy, and I —”

“Stop it! It’s not that,” he snaps, face burning red when your eyes meet and you’re looking at him with curiosity. He feels doomed, you don’t even get it so how can you be into it?

“Oh.” You gasp. “Oh.” It clicks. Your mind replays the video, catching the details you missed, and you get it. He wants those things to be done to him. He doesn’t want a man; he wants you to do that to him.

Jeno stills, fearing the worst from you. “I’m not into it, that video just came up and I was curious,” he tries to save himself but it’s too late.

“No,” you stop him, “you are into it. Don’t lie to me,” your tone drops a bit, and you study his reaction, he trembles, and his face reddens even more. You’ve never seen him so embarrassed and vulnerable in all those years you’ve dated. Jeno, Lee Jeno, blushing bright red and stammering on his words right in front of your eyes. You’re dreaming, that must be it, maybe you have a fantasy you’re not aware of yet and this is your brain poking the thought into you.

But you shake your head, rub your eyes, and he’s still there.

“Jeno?” You call his name again when he gives you his back, quickly trying to find his clothes and make this less embarrassing, considering the only thing covering him is the white towel he put on before. “Look at me,” your voice comes out stern when he doesn’t listen to you and with a big step forward you have him trapped against the wall. Your fingers reach his chin, lifting his face resolutely.

But Jeno still doesn’t reply; you see his Adam’s apple move in his neck and you feel his breath get discontinued, but nothing comes from his mouth.

You have two choices; play the game he wants you to play or have a serious conversation about this. You’d rather go for the last one, you’re not so sure you’d be a master at doing what he wants you to do, but it seems like there’s no room for a decent talk right now.

You cup his chin, squeezing it enough that his lips pout, something he always does to you. His eyes widen, and his hand immediately wraps around your wrist, yet he doesn’t try to push you away.

“Tell me, Nono,” you coo, voice low and teasing, “do you want to be teased like that?”

He shakes his head, quick movements causing some still damp strands of hair to fall on his eyes, “No, no, I don’t.”

You scoff, shaking your head before leaning closer. “Why are you lying to me?”

He mumbles, struggling to talk for the embarrassment and the hold you have on his face. “I’m not,” he cries out.

“Oh, really?” You ask, letting his face go, making him lose his balance now that he can’t hold onto you. “Then you have nothing to hide, right?” He nods, biting his thumb and looking at you like a dog with his tail between his legs. “So, I guess you won’t mind if I took your phone right now, right?”

His eyes widen and his thumb falls from his lips. “Bu-but wh-why?”

You burst out laughing, holding your stomach in an exaggerated mocking move. “Bu-but wh-why?” you taunt him, imitating his high-pitched trembling voice. “Phone, now.”

Jeno’s not sure how to feel. This is what he wanted, right? And you don’t seem… mad. So why does he feel so embarrassed as he grabs the phone and hands it to you?

You smile and then open Twitter. You notice he has two accounts and when you scroll through the likes, the retweets, and more, you’re speechless. Well, now that you have him in front of you, so pliant, shaking, and red in the face, it’s not surprising anymore, but the Jeno you’re used to is not like this.

Men tied up and edged until they whimper and beg to come, rough face sitting, pegging videos, and captions about ‘good boys’ being used as sex toys by their ‘dominant mommy’, are all you see. You sigh and throw the phone on the bed carelessly.

“I’m sorry,” Jeno cries out, falling on his knees right in front of you. “I didn’t mean to disappoint you. I don’t need that, I swear I don’t, I can still be your usual boyfriend, I’ll fuck you so good, I promise I —”

You shut him up with a kiss, it’s rough and quick, enough to leave him surprised and, momentary, speechless. “Will you stop mumbling no-sense?”

“But I —”

“No, shh,” you say, thumb on his lips to keep him quiet. “Did I say anything? Did I look disappointed?” You ask, tilting your head to the side and he shakes his head. Honestly, he has no idea, he was too worried panicking to actually pay attention to your reaction. “Did I ask you to apologize? Do I look disgusted to you?”

“N-no,” he mumbles, but his eyes are still leaking tears.

“No, exactly,” you reassure. Your hand moves to the back of his neck, wrapping around the long hair at the nape before tugging and yanking his head back. “Now can we be serious and face this or do you want to keep crying at my feet?”

That shouldn’t make his dick twitch in the — now incredibly tight —towel but it does, still, he hopes you didn’t catch it, and nods swiftly.

“Good,” you smile slyly. You saw it, but that’s something you’re going to deal with later. “Stop lying and be honest with me. Do you want me to do this to you?” Your other hand moves down on his neck, creeping on his toned chest until it reaches his hard nipples, and when you brush one, he whimpers. Jeno tries to hide it, closing his eyes and pressing his lips together, but his body is reacting on its own, and it has never been more of an open book.

You never paid his body much attention, always letting him do anything to you, so this is… new, and interesting.

Your fingers play with the other one, rubbing against the sensitive tip and watching him struggle to keep it all in. “Sensitive much, aren’t you?”

He nods quickly, head falling down but you tug it back again, making him groan lowly.

“Head up,” you order, leaning down to come face to face, breath fanning against his, “and answer me. Do you like it when I play with your nipples?”

“Yeah — yeah, I like it,” he breathes out, leaning in to kiss your lips but you pull away.

“Ah, ah,” you click your tongue, shaking your head, “not yet, baby boy. You’ve been naughty, keeping important things from me. So now you’re going to earn it, alright?”

Jeno nods faster than he would want to, hips shaking on his heels in excitement like a dog wagging his tail.

You think it’s cute, he’s cute. And you still don’t quite know how to do this, how to be on the other side, but something inside of you makes you feel confident enough to think it’s worth giving a try. You like to be on the receiving end, so you have to give him what you usually like to receive. Also, you’ve encountered femdom content before, even liked it, never explored it much, but this might be fun.

“Words.”

“Yes, ma’am.”

You raise a brow at the title, but you like the way it rolls from his lips, and it makes your body react, pussy clenching around nothing and stomach twisting in anticipation.

“Good boy,” you reward him. You love being called a good girl, so you think he’s going to like that too, and he does. His smile grows bigger, cheeks tinting red again, and most importantly, his dick reacts, twitching against the towel.

You think it’s time to set it free, so your hand grabs the hem and pulls the white clothes off him. Jeno whimpers, hands quickly going to cover his hard, throbbing dick — well, trying to, it’s too big to hide anything.

You laugh at his lame attempt, slapping his hands away. “Getting shy now? I’ve seen it and felt it countless times, don’t you agree? Or, I don’t know, have you forgotten? Maybe your brain stops working when you’re… like this,” you finish with a teasing look from his head to his bent knees, rubbing against the hard floor and becoming red.

Jeno shivers, shaking his head, but for some reason, he feels even more embarrassed. He’s not used to being in this position, and all the times he imagined to be here, he didn’t think you would be like this. You’re not much shorter than him, but you are, and now you’re towering over him, your gaze is piercing through his soul, and your voice is sultry like it has never been. He wanted this so badly but even if he fantasized for months, now, he doubts he can take you.

You sigh, rolling your head. “How many times do I have to say it? Words.”

Jeno frowns momentarily, he knows you’re having a ball because usually, he wants you to talk back to him even if he’s fucking the fourth orgasm out of you. But his ‘anger’ doesn’t last. He nods, and then apologizes. “Sorry, I’m so sorry, ma’am. You can see it.”

“Of course, I can,” you say, kneeling to his eye level, “it’s mine.” Two of your fingers brush on his hard cock, tracing the thick vein that run on the side, the one that rub your sensitive walls so good when he’s pounding into you.

He nods quickly, swallowing hard to don’t moan shamelessly, and then stutters on his words. “You-yours. You can do — do whatever you want.”

You smile widely and tilt your head because it’s not a dominant smile. You might like this a lot. You might like this more than you anticipated. There’s something thrilling about having him like this, in your hands, to play with, to tease, to edge, to push to the limit. He’s yours, like always, and yet, in a way he has never been.

“Tell me what you want me to do?” You order, those videos are not enough to give you the green light. You need to hear it from him, a bit because you’re lost on your path, but also because you need to hear him describe those things out loud and beg you to do that to him.

Jeno thinks his face might burn up in a second. Sure, if he ever dared to bring this up to you in a conversation, he would’ve had to explain it to you, but he would’ve been dressed, not hard, and his brain would’ve been functioning. Now he’s none of these things. Yet, he tries.

“I — I want you,” he starts, wetting his lips. but he fails to find the words. You want explicit things, he knows it, he can see it in your eyes burning up with desire, but he wants to be honest first, at least now that he has a bit of rationality left. “I want to be your good boy. I want to — to just give up control for once and let you do everything. I want you to control me, to move me around, to make me feel light, to make me feel like I’m… nothing but not really nothing, I want to…” he gulps, forcing himself to keep eye contact because he wants to be good, but it’s not easy. Nothing happened yet, and he’s already a victim of the electricity that’s running in the air. “I want to don’t think. I want you to fuck my brain out until I forget who I am, I want you to tell me what to do, to order it to me. But I also want to feel safe… taken care of.”

It takes you a while to metabolize everything he told you, especially the last part, and you put a reminder in your brain to discuss that later. But now you kiss him, finally giving him what he craves. You wanted to make him wait a bit longer, but you feel like he needs it. It seems that all of this has been bothering him more than you think, and he needs comfort.

“And I’m going to give it to you, if you trust me,” you say when you pull away, softly caressing his cheek with your other hand.

“I do, I trust you,” he replies, hips rubbing against your hand. You give him a quick, stern look and he stops, smile dropping.

“Get on the bed and you won’t have to hump my hand like a puppy in heat,” you order and he’s quickly — stumbling and almost falling — on his feet, walking to the bed.

Once he’s laying on the bed, you follow him, crawling on top of him, your legs trapping him down. You leave kisses on his neck, and as a response his head rolls back, leaving you more room to paint his skin with bites and kisses. And while he’s distracted with that, your hands reach his nipples. His hips buck up and he whimpers.

He’s so sensitive, you can’t believe you didn’t discover this before.

Your fingers play with his sensitive buds, at first, you just rub your fingers on them, but then you get more adventurous studying his reaction. Jeno likes it when you pinch them between two fingers, it makes him hiss and moan, while his hips grind against you. He also likes it when you roll them, low curses escaping his tortured pink lips.

After a while, you decide to pay attention to his whole chest. You won’t lie, you always loved his tits, but you appreciated them from afar, when they were wrapped under the skintight white shirt he loves to wear, or when they played hide and seek under his loose tank tops. When he fucks you, your hands always wander somewhere else, busy trying to hold onto his arms and back for dear life. But now, your hands caress his skin, cupping them as you try to hide a giggle and stay in your role — you definitely need to work on your dominance — and tease his nipples every now and then.

“Fuck,” Jeno bites his tongue, dick rutting against your body, droplets of white shamelessly dripping from his head, staining his length and abs.

“You’re so sensitive it’s almost pathetic,” you try out, testing the waters. You fear you might trigger him, but instead, he moans louder at your words, throwing his head back more, and his dick throbs. “I’m barely touching you and you’re already a mess. You dreamed this so long, didn’t you?”

“Yeah, yeah,” he whimpers, his hips still grinding against you, desperately chasing for release, but you pull away. “No, please,” his voice breaks and tears swell at the corner of his eyes. Jeno is so fucking pretty like this, you have to fight back the urge to reach for the phone and snap a picture.

“Just relax, and focus on the parts I’m touching,” you say, kissing him to shut his whines down. “Let me take care of you.”

And he would, he does, he wants you to take care of him. If only this wasn’t so embarrassing, whimpering and squirming just from having his nipples played with. He wants to hold it in, he can push back an orgasm, but all his good intentions fly out of the window when your mouth wraps around the left sensitive one and your fingers pinch and twist the other one.

It’s not his fault he’s so sensitive.

“Oh God,” he cries out through gritted teeth, knuckles going white for how hard his hands are clenching around the sheets. Jeno feels dizzy, your mouth sucks harshly on his sensitive spot, quickly moving from one side to the other, never leaving him with no stimulation, your fingers are just as swift at taking the place your lips left. “Please, please, fuck,” he begs, hips stuttering messily, and legs parting as his body jerks with pleasure.

“Be a good boy and come for me,” you mumble against his skin, eyes looking up at his. And that’s the last drop for him; the realization that you saw him — and made him — this weak, even the slight humiliation he feels with it.

Jeno comes undone. Long, whiny moans and whimpers slurring out of his plump lips as his body stills before breaking into violent trembles, it’s powerful and overwhelming, and it makes him cry. Mumbles of your name follow when you don’t stop, fingers and tongue moving quickly on his nipples.

“Please, please, stop,” he cries, trying to push you away, “can’t take it anymore.”

You pull away, snickering as you watch the cum drip down his body. His chest is heaving, and his body is slumped against the headboard.

“Was it good?”

Jeno nods, his movements are slow, and his eyelids are almost close, but he still makes out your face, and smiles shyly. “More,” he begs and then adds, “please. If you want to.”

You smile, he’s so polite. “Are you sure you can take more?”

“Yes, yes, I just — I needed to calm down,” he explains, running a hand through his hair that covered his eyes messily.

“Lay on the bed,” you order before standing up.

He follows your order, feeling his body ache as he gets in position, but it all fades in the background when his gaze falls on your body, watching you move to throw your clothes on the floor.

“So,” you’re on top of him, you got rid of your skirt and top, the only clothes on your body are your — drenched — panties and the bra, “what do you want me to do with you?”

Jeno thought the embarrassing part had passed, but, lord, if he was wrong. Because he’s not prepared in the slightest to ask you what he’s about to ask. You will break up with him, this will be the last straw.

“Pup?” Your voice brings him out of his delirium, and he coughs. “You with me?”

He nods, struggling to find the words. “Please,” he whines, “don’t — don’t leave me.”

“Leave you?” You ask, a small frown forms on your forehead while your head lightly bends to the side to look at him. You almost look so innocent and harmless like this, but you’re not. You have all the power and control, and Jeno loves this and hates this at the same time. Maybe all of this is more mental than what he thought in the first place, or maybe he needs to relax, stop worrying so much, and just beg you. Beg you to fuck him, beg you to turn him into a brainless mess in the same way he had done in these past few months: pleading with his face smashed against a pillow to muffle his pathetic moans and his fist wrapped around his cock or his fingers inside of him, fooling himself that was you doing that to him.

“Please, fuck me,” he breaks, eyes panicking and looking around the room before you grab his face with a strong old on his chin.

“Say it again,” you order. Your face is relaxed now and the pout on your lips is rapidly swiped away by a sly smirk.  

“Please, please, fuck me, ma’am?” He asks, eyes softening as he looks into yours. He’s such a good boy, so obedient, so, so good. So, you’re about to give him what he wants, and what you want, grabbing the base of his hardening dick and teasing it against your pussy, moving the crotch of the panties to the side, but he surprises you.

“No,” Jeno cries, voice breaking again, “not like this. Not now.”

You stop, stilling and looking at him, eyes blinking as you try to understand what he means. “Not like this? And how do you want me to fuck you?”

“I — I,” he stutters, flashes of warmth heating his body up again, not that it ever really stopped, to be honest, it just keeps getting worse.

“You — you?” You urge, mocking him, mimicking his voice with a condescending tone.  

He frowns offended — and his dick throbs, but he won’t pay attention to that — but then goes on. “I want your — your fingers.”

“Oh,” you say, a smug grin on your face. “A handjob?” You know what he wants, you know where he wants it, but what you want, is to mess up with him.

“No, no,” he whines, shaking his head, reaching for your hand with his before you slap it away, making him groan in annoyance. “Please.”

“Please and no, are those the words that a good pup says?”

“No, miss, I’m sorry.”

“Good, then use your big boy words and tell me what you want. Details, or I won’t give it to you.”

Jeno swallows, inhaling deeply before confessing. “I want your fingers in my ass, please. I want you to fuck me with your fingers, miss.”

“Oh, now that’s clear,” you say, smiling tenderly and patting his head. He melts under your touch, and you keep a reminder to yourself to head pat him more often. “Good boy, telling me exactly what he needs.”

You get up to grab the lube from the drawer but when you open it, it’s not there. You scowl, scratching your head as you try to remember if you finished it and didn’t buy it again, but you don’t use it that often, so it can’t be.

“Where the hell —” you stop when, turning around, you see the blue bottle peeking from under the bed, you kneel to grab it and see that it’s badly closed. “You fucked yourself before?” You enquire, tilting your head, watching his face flush bright red even more, he tries to avoid your gaze, but you trot to him and force his face on you. “You were so desperate you couldn’t help but fuck yourself with your fingers?”

“I’m — I’m sorry, miss, I didn’t mean to,” he justifies, throat dry and heart beating fast. He doesn’t want to disappoint you, he would’ve waited, he wouldn’t have done that, but he needed that, he was terrible at putting this fantasy behind and he needed a release. But he’s still you’re good boy, right? You’re not mad at him for this?

You scoff, clicking your tongue, crawling on the bed. “You didn’t mean to, sure… fucking yourself behind my back, pff,” you scoff. “Tell me, were you thinking of me? My fingers deep inside of you? My hand wrapped around the base of your cock?” Jeno nods eagerly as you pour lube on your fingertips. “Were you calling my name? Whimpering like the desperate puppy that you are? Calling me ma’am and miss, maybe even mommy when you fuck yourself good enough,” all throughout the talk your fingers slip deep inside of him, making him gasp and hold onto the sheets under him.

“Fuck,” he curses, not expecting you to push two fingers inside with no warning. But the surprise turns into bliss in the beat of an eye. Your fingers are slender, and yes, they’re not as long and thick as his are, but they are yours. And you’re so good at moving them inside of him, curling them up, moving them with a firm rhythm, reaching the bottom, and then pulling out, that he has nothing to complain about. “Feels so good,” he somehow manages to let you know. You think it’s cute, his voice doesn’t sound like the usual, it’s whiny, trembling, and full of desperation. His eyes are watery, and you think the red on his cheeks won’t disappear soon.

Jeno is lost in the pleasure, thinking he has never felt better, he’s almost relaxed, lulling in the sensation that sends sparks down his spine. But you want to give him more and your other hand folds his balls, making him hiss and shaking him out of that haze.

“It’s alright, baby boy,” you reassure him, but he’s not sure. Especially when you spit on his dick, adding to the mess of his cum, and run your hand on his length. He wishes you would keep doing this, but instead, you torture him; while your fingers work him open, your hand focuses on his frenulum, massaging his most sensitive spot until he’s a crying and trembling mess again.

“No, no,” he whines when your lips start kissing his leaking tip. “Sensitive — I’m…” his voice breaks and dies in his throat when your lips wrap around it. He has you everywhere and he’s not used to this. He’s not used to feeling so much and giving so little — in his mind, to give you nothing, but to you, he’s giving you a lot. This vulnerable side of him is much more than anything else. “I — I can touch you, I can —”

You shut him up with a slap on his thigh. “You can lay there and take it,” you say firmly but without stopping your movements.

He nods quickly, lips pressed in a thin line, but the pleasure is so big that his moans and whimpers just rumble in his chest.

“Moan, Jeno,” you call him out. “I want to hear you moan for me.”

“But —”

“But?” You scold, glaring at him and stilling your fingers inside him. “Are you going to talk back to me and tell me what to do?” He shakes his head quickly, mumbling apologizes. “I think so, do you want to be my good boy?”

“Yes, yes, please,” he cries, hips bucking up, at first you think he’s doing that to feel your fingers but he’s just that desperate. He truly acts like a puppy too excited to be your good boy to even think straight, his body moving on its own. If he had a tail, he would wiggle it like crazy.

“You want to be my good pup?” You ask again, your fingers pull out and then push in, dragging a low gasp from his lips.

“Yes, I want to. Want to be your good puppy, please.”

“Then do what I tell you to do,” you remind him, your hands go back to his cock, throbbing on his abs and leaking pre-cum. It’s almost… funny how big he is —body and dick— and how helpless and powerless he looks, begging for attention as if he couldn’t just take it from you, ordering you, fucking you. But he lays there, pathetically drooling on the pillow, while his dick drips on his stomach and his ass clenches around your two fingers.

His sounds are like music to your ears, and the vision in front of your eyes makes your pussy drool more, you can’t believe you’re so turned on when fifteen minutes ago you were almost throwing a tantrum for this. But Jeno looks like the prettiest thing you’ve ever seen, and you wonder if he feels this way when it’s the other way around. All you know is that you’re mesmerized, eyes stuck where your bodies connect, his hole fluttering around you, the lube squelching in and out, and his toned, strong legs spread open just for you. Then they move up, the way his dick is throbbing in your hand and spills pre-cum, his chest rising fast, his hands clenched around the sheets. And his face, his eyes are closed but you know they’re rolled back behind his eyelids, his lips are swollen and dark pink, parted open to fill the room with the most desperate whines, his hair is a mess again, scattered around the pillow and his forehead.

“Fuck, fuck,” he whines, lifting his hips from the mattress when you hit him deeper and your hand starts moving faster on him. “Feels good, feels so good, you’re so good, you’re — you’re perfect, I love you, I love you,” he cries out, head rolled back as he lets the pleasure rush through his body.

You smirk at his words, the desperation and devotion behind his voice making shivers run down your spine. “Are you going to come?” You ask, already knowing the answer, watching him nod quickly. “Yeah? Will you be a good boy and come from my fingers only?” Your hand leaves his dick, eliciting a disappointed noise from him, but his breath gets cut off when you add another finger inside of him.

“Please,” he cries, the stretch of the three fingers making his hips move even more from the mattress, only to stop when your hand, flat on his stomach, keeps him pinned down.

“Stop squirming, or I won’t make you come and keep edging you until you pass out.”

It should be a threat, but it doesn’t even sound so bad to him, but not now, maybe one day, now he wants you, and wants to come as soon as possible. So, his hips still, the nervous twitching passing down to his leg but it’s fine, it doesn’t get in the way.

“Good boy,” you praise, patting his head, and making him smile. “Be even a better boy and come for me.”

You don’t have to tell him twice before his orgasm erupts, his body shakes before stilling completely, spurts of white spilling on his stomach, even reaching the sheets as his cock throbs in release and his hole flutters around your three fingers that are still pumping in and out at a fast speed. Slurs of curses roll from his tongue, and so does your name, while his chest rises fast before his body slumps against the mattress.

“Please, please, stop,” he cries out, feeling overstimulated.

You listen, pulling your fingers out and cleaning them on his thigh before leaning forward to kiss him.

“Want you, mommy, please,” he pleads, tears rolling down his temple while his hands look for the warmth of your body. “Please, fuck me, need to feel you.”

“Calm down,” you say, giggling at his cuteness and eagerness and get rid of your panties, throwing them behind with no care, and then follows the bra.

Jeno feels less embarrassed now that you’re exposed too, and gets lost in your body for a few seconds before he bites back a moan when your warm and wet skin makes contact with him. “I — I can fuck you, I can make you feel good, too,” he promises. “Be your good boy and fu–fuck you well.”

You smile tenderly, teasing him as you grind your hips rubbing your pussy on his dick that’s resting on his stomach. “Oh, I know you can.”

“Please, please,” Jeno cries out more. His dick is incredibly sensitive, it’s painfully aching, begging to be wrapped by something after all this teasing. You barely paid it any attention this whole time. “Let me be your good boy, use me,” his voice breaks and he almost chokes on his words as his pleading eyes stare at you for mercy. “Use my — use my cock as you please. Use me like your toy,” he says, “your good toy.”

It almost breaks your heart; he needs validation so badly and you feel genuinely bad for never noticing this before. You just thought he was always so strong and confident; you didn’t think he needed reassurance so much.

“Here, pup,” you say, sinking into him.

Jeno’s head rolls back, his hands clasping around your waist, but his hold, even if it’s strong, is different from all the other times before.

“Fuck, mommy, feel so good.” The way your warm walls wrap around him send him straight to heaven, you’re wet and fit perfectly around him.

“Yeah, you too, baby. You feel so good,” you curse through gritted teeth. He might be a mess underneath you, whimpering, crying, and begging, but that doesn’t make his cock shrink. Jeno’s big, and you should be used to it by now, but somehow it still feels like it splits you open every time.

“Please, fuck me!” Jeno laments loudly, bouncing his hips against yours, but a stern look from you makes him stop and apologize, “So-sorry, fuck me, please?” This time his voice is soft and polite, a desperate edge but with no eagerness behind — yes, there is, but he tries hard not to show it.

“Oh, fuck,” he screams when you lift your body up and slam back into him. You’re a lazy rider usually, and to be more honest, you’re just never a rider, 90% of the time riding his dick is a punishment to make you work for it, but now… well, you kept your skills well stored in. “Oh God, oh God, oh God,” he whimpers, hands clenching hard around your waist until his knuckles go white.

“What? You wanted me to fuck you so badly, and now? Bit more than you can chew? Is this too much for you, pretty boy? You can’t take it?”

Jeno shakes his head. “No, no I can, ma’am, I can,” he whimpers, biting his lips harshly.

“That’s what I wanted to hear,” you hum in satisfaction. Your hands fall at the sides of his head, your smaller body somehow still hovers over him and makes him feel smaller than ever. Your intense stare pins him to the mattress even more, making him shiver. “Give me your hands,” you order, but Jeno doesn’t listen — he doesn’t even hear, too lost in you to pay attention to your voice. “God,” you huff, rolling your eyes back, “I really have to do everything on my own because you’re just that dumb.” You forcefully grab his wrists, pushing his arms over his head and keeping them locked against the bed.

“No, I’m — I’m sorry, I — I wasn’t.”

“Yeah, you weren’t,” you mock, stilling before starting to pick up the pace again, “you weren’t listening ‘cause you can only focus on how good I’m making you feel, right? Stupid, dumb puppy can only think about his pleasure.”

“No, no, please, forgive me,” he begs, tears streaking down his face, and words coming out between gags and moans.  

“Can you fuck back into me? Or are you too fucked out to do that?”

“No, no, I can. I’ll be good, I’ll be good for you, miss,” he promises, lifting his hips to meet you halfway, but his body feels so heavy and his brain is mush, unable to send signals to his muscles.

Your head rolls back and your hands wrap tighter around his wrists, you find yourself grinding against him, rubbing your clit every time you bottom all the way down. But Jeno’s thrusts are sloppy and messy, he’s not even that bad when he’s about to come. “Stupid puppy,” you taunt, slapping his ass. “Can’t even fuck me after all the pleasure I gave you.”

Jeno sobs, literally, loud cries coming from the back of his throat making him almost choke, and you’re about to stop everything in worry before you realize that’s not because you went too far — partially, maybe, he’s not really happy to be said he’s bad — but because he’s close again and he loves the way you talk down to him and slap him.

“Are you coming again?” You ask in utter surprise because you can’t believe it.

But he shakes his head, he’s fighting against himself to hold it back, and for the sake of having at least an orgasm too, you stop your movements.

“I won’t — won’t come,” he mumbles, lips quivering. “Can’t you… can’t you just use me?” he wails. “Please, I’m too tired. Just… use me like a…” The last words are a slur lower than a whisper, and his head turned to the side doesn’t help you hearing what he said.

You tilt your head to the side, cupping his chin to force him to look at you. “Repeat loud and clear if you don’t want to regret it.”

Jeno gulps, nodding vigorously, but his voice still shakes, and his cheeks burn red again as he repeats. “Use me like a dildo, please.”

“Oh… so, this is how you want to be good to me?” You ask, grinding your hips against him, the stimulation is bare for you but so much for him that you trigger whines and whimpers out of him.

“But it will feel good, even if I don’t move, you know it,” he tries to reason, pleading with his glossy eyes. “I can eat you out after, or — or now, whatever you please, miss.”

“Whatever I please, uhm?” You ask, grinning.

“Yes, ma’am, I’ll do whatever you want.”

You smile, caressing his face, smearing the wet mess around before your hand pats his head. “You’re lucky I want you exactly like this, like a toy.” You start fucking him with no warning, and a gasp rips from his vocal cords before he starts moaning again.

His eyes roll back at each of your hard thrusts, and you see his hands itch because he can’t touch you, but you don’t loosen the hold on him. You feel strong, a kind of power you didn’t even know you had in you, and you don’t want this to stop.

Jeno’s entire body trembles when your hand wraps around his neck, squeezing just enough to dim the flow of air in his lungs. It’s hot but unexpected, just like it’s unexpected that he almost comes on the spot.

“Oh, oh,” you hum in delight, the corner of your lips lifting as you stare at him. “You like it…” Jeno tries to deny but you can read his body; you felt his dick throb inside of you, his eyes flicker to you in light panic before rolling in his skull again, and his breath falter. “Don’t deny it, it wouldn’t be the most pathetic thing you get off to,” you mock, making him blush again. “It’s alright, you can be my naughty boy, I won’t judge.”

He can only hum, and now that you look better in his eyes, you see there’s something completely different behind them. He’s in a completely different headspace, and you fear he won’t last much longer.

It’s the same for you, the thrill and adrenaline can only push you so far, you’re not used to this, bouncing your hips harshly on his cock and having control, your thighs are starting to scream, and your brain doesn’t want to pay them attention but you both know you’re both at the finish line for this first time. Not to add, you’re in desperate need of an orgasm.

“Ti-tight,” Jeno gasps when your hold on his neck loosens enough to let him breathe in normally again, just the time that he can take a few breaths before it fastens again, it’s not too tight, it’s your first time, you don’t want to end with him passed out on the floor, but it’s enough to do its job.

“Yeah? Too tight for you? Can’t take it?”

He moves his head randomly, frenetic movements as he moves his lips to talk, useless. Your cunt is sucking away every coherent thought in his mind, the only thing filling his brain: you and the need to release.

“Don’t talk, don’t need it. I know you’re too sensitive, wanted me so much only to shake underneath me because I’m fucking you too well. Can’t even form a coherent thought in that stupid, little brain of yours, can you?”

He shakes his head, tears streaming down, but you kiss them — lick them — away.

“It’s alright, I don’t want you to think. I like it when your brain is empty. Your just my pretty boy, right? Pretty, good boy that let’s mommy fuck him?”

His nods are eager, and without even realizing his tongue lolls out. You pout at the view, patting his head when you let go of his neck, making him breathe. “Good pup. Just look pretty for me.”

“Pre-pretty,” he whimpers before a fucked-out smile paints his face.

“Yes, baby, you are,” you kiss his lips, petting his hair another time.

“Co-come, wanna come, please. Let me — let me come, ma’am,” he cries out when he has enough air in his lungs and sense in his brain. “Be-begging. I’m beg — mmph,” his words die in his mouth and his eyes squeeze tight when you voluntarily squeeze harder around him.

“Begging? Is this how a good boy begs?” You ask, looking at him sternly, not that it lasts long, because when his eyes open into yours, you fold.

“’M sorry, so-sorry,” he apologizes, “please, miss, let me come, let me come inside of you, let me fill you up. You’ll — you’ll feel good, I promise,” his words are all slurred out together, spit drips from his lips down to his chin and neck, and his body is burning up, if it didn’t mean to edge and denying an orgasm to yourself too, you would probably push him farther, curious to see how far he can go. But for now, it’s fine, he’s a good boy, he deserves it, and so do you.

“Please, please, please, ma’am.”

“You’ve been so good, baby. You can come.”

When you give him the green light, his body explodes, his hips even shyly chase the orgasm up against you, fucking back into you lazily. His head rolls back and as soon as your hand sets him free, his hands find your hips, holding them tight, hissing and groaning when you hold yourself up on his chest, nails digging into his skin as your body keeps bouncing up and down, riding your orgasms.

Your body collapses on his, exhausted and boneless just like his, and his arms wrap around it right away while he still sobs and whimpers in the crook of your neck.

“Shh, it’s alright, you’re alright,” you whisper in his ear while your hand caress his hair, wet again but not with water.

“Don’t — don’t pull out,” he whines when you lift your body, “nooo, don’t leave me.”

“I’m here,” you reassure him right away, carrying his body with yours so you lay on the side and can pull him in a hug. “I’m right here, baby. I’m not going anywhere.”

“Good,” he mumbles, hiding between your chest and neck. “Tha-thank you, mhh, thank you for —” his voice breaks and his sobs get a bit louder as he hides more in your hold.  

“Hey, it’s fine, take your time,” you say, still soothing him with circular movements on his back and soft rubs on his hair.

Jeno wants to talk, he has many things to say, damn, even an explanation to give to you, but he feels his body is heavy, he feels on a cloud, and you are the softness all over him, he feels safe, something he’s not used to feeling. You didn’t get mad at this, you won’t get mad if he falls asleep for a while, right? If he lulls in this sense of comfort and the aftermaths of what happened.

And almost as if you read his mind… “You can sleep if you want,” you say, kissing his forehead gently and rubbing his nape.

And he has no strength to reply as his body falls into a deep sleep.  

When he wakes up, he’s not naked anymore, a big white shirt is around his body, covering just enough so he’s not completely exposed. The mattress is stripped from the dirty sheets and there’s a glass of water on the bedside table, but you’re not next to him.

Jeno almost panics, feeling the post-nut clarity made you run away scared and disgusted, but then the door opens, and you’re there. And it’s the same you he loves deeply. He can breathe again.

“Oh, hi, babe,” you greet with a big smile. You’re holding something in your hands and you’re wearing one of his shirts. “Feeling better?”

Jeno gulps, nodding and smiling at you, words are hard to find.

“Still too fucked out to talk?” You joke, slumping on the bed next to him, handing him the package of his favorite snacks. “Figured you needed some sugar after all that whimpering and squirming.”

“Oh, please, shut up,” he says, hiding his red face behind his hands.

“Hey, you were cute,” you say, grabbing his hands to move them out of the way. “I — I liked it. Did you?”

He nods quickly, okay maybe he’s still a little into that headspace.

You smile and then pout. “I’m sorry if I made you feel like you couldn’t talk to me about it. I’m always so loud and open about everything I want to try and… it never crossed my mind you might have different needs. I don’t know if you’re hiding anything else, but you can talk to me about everything. I love you and even if I might not be into something I won’t let it be the reason for a break-up, or a fight, or worse, making fun of you,” you say, grabbing his hands. “We can always try and then see the outcome. I mean, all that dominance before was improvisation, I was nervous as fuck too, I just tried to act like you usually do, tell me I was good,” you say, scrunching your face as you wait for his opinion.

Jeno laughs, it’s a genuine laugh, and you can almost see the weight being lifted off his chest. You still feel guilty for not making it feel like you could be a safe place for him, but it’s over now.

“You were really good,” he reassures you. “And… yes, I was a bit afraid of your reaction, but it was also something that had to do with myself. I’m — I’ve always been the strong one since I was a kid and then growing up it also turned into being this big ass man with muscles, so the pressure didn’t help.”

You nod in understanding. It makes you feel a bit less guilty, but you feel like there’s something else. “Is this all?”

“I also always have to be confident, but… I get insecure. I just feel like people are so used to me never making mistakes that they don’t even see my struggles or how hard I work for things, so all my hard work goes unnoticed. But I… I want to be… praised, I want to be told I’m doing good, I want people to tell me they’re proud of me.”

You cup his cheek gently and then kiss his nose, making him giggle. “I’m so proud of you, I tell you that, don’t I?”

“Yeah, you do, you’re the only one,” he says, leg bouncing nervously as he tries to find the words. But you’re holding his hand, rubbing circles on his palm and that’s calming him down a bit, or maybe not because he feels like he’s about to cry again.

“Hey,” you caress his chin and then rub your thumb on his cheek, your touch is soft, and his brain shuts off once again. It’s like he’s taking back all the wasted time he had to act tough and don’t melt in your touch. “I’m here, alright? Take your time.”  

Jeno nods, small hums slipping out of his lips before he finds the courage to talk. “I don’t know, sometimes I just… I want to feel small. And I want to be the one getting cuddled and petted, and just taken care of. I mean, don’t get me wrong, I love doing that for you, but… I always see you being so carefree when you’re with me and sometimes I get… so, so jealous because you can… you can loosen up, turn your brain off and no one will judge you. But if I do it, if I get… vulnerable in your hands, I don’t know what people will say.”

You caress his cheek before your hand runs in his hair, not only because it’s covering his handsome face again, but also because you learned he likes it a lot, and as expected, he smiles. “Do people need to know?”

He tilts his head and furrows in confusion. “They don’t?”

“I doubt people care about our sexual life, or what we do in our home. So, this can be our secret, at least until you’ll feel comfortable enough to let loose even outside of these walls. If you’ll share this with me, it will be less heavy, right?”

Jeno nods, smiling and pushing back tears.

“Hey, crybaby today, aren’t you? Come here,” you say, pulling him into a hug. He holds you tight, still afraid you might slip from his hold, and breathes deep your scent.

When you pull away, Jeno’s looking into your eyes and you hum to signal him he can talk.

“Thank you, I don’t know what I would do without you. Seriously, you made me feel safe and not judged, it means the world to me.”

“It’s the way you make me feel always, I’m glad you could feel that way too. And I proved I can protect you even if I don’t have all your muscles,” you joke, lifting your arm and flexing your not-trained bicep, making him laugh. “But seriously, I would never judge you, and I really love this version of you, so, unleash it more often.”

Jeno smiles widely, his eyes turning up in his usual half-moons, and then he lays on the bed, tapping the space next to him. You beam and crawl next to him, pulling him closer again, his head rests on your chest while your hands caress his hair and you just relax in the silence of the house.

“I love you,” you whisper, kissing the top of his head, his hair tickling you for a second. “And I’ll love every version of you, in any universe.”

Jeno still has a secret, but luckily, he has you to share it with.

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☆ the purge. | lee jeno (m)

synopsis. a random stranger broke into your house, just when you thought this was gonna be the end for you, he gives you a chance to live under one condition. he fucks you.

warnings. cnc, gunplay, blow job, unprotected sex, creampie, dirty talk, fear play, reader gets fucked by a gun, smut

👼🏻 watched the purge election year last night.. so i suddenly got the idea to write this and i’ve been having a jeno brain rot lately too 🙁

it was the purge night. you were the only one in your house, but it's safe to say that your house was boarded enough to keep you safe. you locked every single door, boarded every window with wooden planks, and you got a knife. yeah, a knife was your weapon. like that's gonna save you, but who knows? there were only five minutes left until the official purge announcement, of course, you were nervous; you had nobody to protect you, but just some wooden planks, a knife, and faith that you were going to survive.

you plop yourself down on your couch, sighing. you were currently watching the texas chainsaw massacre which got interrupted by a neon blue screen. “this is not a test. this is your emergency broadcast system announcing the commencement of the annual purge sanctioned by the u.s government,” the lady announced over the tv as the texts slide up, showing the other paragraphs.

“weapons of class 4 and lower have been authorized for use during the purge, all other weapons are restricted.”

“government officials of ranking 10 have been granted immunity from the purge and shall not be harmed.”

“commencing at the siren, any and all crime, including murder, will be legal for 12 continuous hours.”

“police, fire, and medical emergency services will be unavailable until tomorrow at 7:00 am. when the purge concludes.”

“blessed be our new founding fathers and america, a nation reborn. may god be with you all.” you hear loud blaring sounds everywhere, and you shiver. you turned off your tv as you get up from the couch and head toward your bedroom.

you turn on the dim lights as you sat on the edge of the bed near the nightstand. you open it to see a heart necklace locket, to which you open and see a picture of you and your friends. it has been a while since you last hung out with your friends since they were from another university. you sighed as you thought about them, reminiscing about memories.

you sighed and reached for your phone, dialing your friend's numbers to check how they were doing. you hear a ringing tone before you hear your friend speak through the phone, “hey y/n, are you doing okay right now? this purge is seriously terrifying me.” you smile as soon as you heard your friend’s voice, you felt safe even though they were miles away from you.

“yeah i'm doing okay, what about you? are you somewhere safe?” you reply as you gaze at your locket. "of course, i'm somewhere safe! i'm not stupid," you could hear your friend scoff over the phone, making you laugh. you both remained quiet for a moment before you broke the silence, "hey, stay safe as always, okay?" you sigh. "i will, you too, okay? take care." you could practically hear them smile through the phone. you sigh as you end the call, laying down on your bed with your feet dangling over the edge, as you stare at the ceiling.

you snap from reality the moment you hear somebody walking in your living room. you froze, goosebumps running all over your body as you slowly put the necklace down and got up from the bed, walking outside of your bedroom.

you felt like you were in a horror movie. a character checking to see if somebody was in the room, but they were actually just right behind them.

you locked the door, right? you did.. right? if you really locked the door, there wouldn’t be a tall man in your living room. you widened your eyes as your breath hitched; he had a gun with him.

you immediately whip your head back to your door, your chest heaving up and down as you slowly close the door trying your best not to make any sounds as you quickly tried to find a weapon in your bedroom since you left your knife in the living room. trying your best to not make any noise, your locket fell from the bed as it made a loud thud when it hit the floor.

oh, you were so dead you thought. you quickly pick the locket up and just when you were about to hide, you heard a click as you felt something poking your head from behind. “ah ah ah, you can’t hide now.” you gulp. his taller figure shadowing over you as you slowly turn around, looking at the floor for a brief moment before you make eye contact with him. “what a pretty lil thing. too bad no one is here to save you,” the man sighs, you could practically hear him smirk.

“please don't kill me,” you mutter, to which the man only laughs, causing humiliation to sweep over you. you thought his laugh was honestly alluring. it wasn't crucial, though, because you may die right now. “you wanna live, angel?” the sudden nickname made you furrow your eyebrows, but you nod. the man removed his ski mask which revealed a handsome man with dark hair, you can't lie, he was attractive.

he had this look in his dark eyes, a hint of mischief. you don't know what he was going to do to you, you just want to live. "like what you see?" he smirks at you, making you look away. there was something about this man who's making you feel all sorts of things which you should not be feeling. his gaze moves to your lips, “what can that pretty little mouth do?” he smirks, lowering his gun from your forehead to your lips.

no, you shouldn’t be feeling aroused by this. you shouldn’t be feeling this way for a random stranger that was bound to kill you.

you can’t help but feel turned on.

he tilts his head a little at you, “you’re not that much of a talker, huh? that’s all right. i’ll make you scream with that pretty mouth of yours.”

he forced you down on your knees, he gazed at you for a moment before he didn’t waste time in getting his fingers wrapped in your hair, using the grip to smush your cheeks against the bulge in his pants. there was a certain fire in his eyesーsomething so feral and animalistic that you questioned if this was really the right thing to do.

he pokes your lips with his gun, motioning for you to open your mouth, which you did. he puts it by your lips as he would his with dick. you stuck your tongue out, eyes still focused on his and licked around the gun barrel. you wondered if he’d shot anyone before he’d gone into your house. had he killed someone with this very gun?

his eyes soften as he sees the worried crinkle of your brows, and tips your gaze up with a couple of fingers pinched on your chin. “if you suck me off good i won’t use it on you, sweet thing,” he purrs as if he’s read your mind, and you nod slowly. the guy laughs at the hazy look in your eyes as he presses his gun against your tongue and pushes it until the trigger guard mashes against your lower jaw. you hollow your cheeks around the gun and suck on it like you would a dick; you have to put on a good show for him, after all.

it’s only a few minutes of fucking your mouth before he has to pull his gun away putting it near your bedstand lamp and stare at it in the dim lights. saliva glistens on the warm steel, making it shine, and he gives you a wide grin. “you’re such a sweet thing, giving my gun a good spit shine. You deserve a rewardーdon’t you think?” he coos, and you’re nodding instantly, making him smirk. tongue still hanging out and drool dripping down to splash on the pavement between your knees.

he’s tugging his cock out now, pants opened enough to let the thick length pop free but staying on. he was huge, you don’t even know if he was going to fit in your mouth. you squirm in place; your gaze flickers back and forth between his cock and his eyes, waiting for your permission.

it comes in the form of the still wet gun pressing to your temple and his hips shoving forward, and his voice growling “milk my fucking cock,”

the man is groaning as you take his dick all the way down your throat, eyes closed in concentration as your throat clicks around him. you’re trying to swallow it all, force it even deeper, and he’s about to bust already.

he whips his head back from the pleasure when your fingers run up to cup and squeeze his balls, making his head fall back and a groan escape. he taps the gun barrel against your temple a he gets his hand in your hair and shoves his dick all the way in. he watches your eyes get wide as your nose is buried in the thatch of pubes, and then he’s wiggling his hips a bit just to make his dick stir in your throat and make you make those delicious gagging noises.

“gonna swallow my cum, huh?” he groans, and you never felt so aroused before. he’s deep dicking your throat, relishing the clench of your fingers around his thighs. his eyes roll back when you hum around him and he grunts, head tipping back. “yeah, gonna cum down your throat then fuck you with my gun.. i know you’re itching for it, slut,” he groans, fingers curling tight in your hair. he cums with a groan, filling your throat and almost choking you with how much he gushes inside your mouth.

once you’ve swallowed it all, he’s yanking you to your bed and ripping away your lower garments, getting to your aching hole as he stares with a grin on his face.

then.. he presses his gun against your hole.

you’re already worked up, opening with ease under the cool metal, and your head falls back when he presses the gun fully inside you. one finger rests delicately on the trigger; your adrenaline surges at the fear of getting a bullet in your guts instead of a hot, creamy load. eyes wide as he thrusts it in and out of your body.

oh, he loves the look in your eyes. the fear, paired with the shy hope that he’s not going to blast a hole in your body by accident. the man licks his lips, hands finding your chest through your top and rolling a nipple between two fingers. he leans in to press his forehead against yours, voice low as he speaks.

“don’t worry, sweetheart.. it’s not a full chamber.”

a shiver races down your spine and you squeal when his finger presses full on the trigger and there’s a little click of the hammer falling. your heart is racingーthere was no telling if the next press would have you creaming or dying. it was delicious. you’re rapidly getting close to orgasm, fingers clenching on his gun hand and breath getting faster. he presses a kiss to your cheek as he angles his gun just right, rubbing against your sweet spot.

“go on, angel, cum on my gun. say my name, tooーjeno,” he sighs in your ear, watching as your hips jerk and thighs quake. you’re chanting his name like a prayer when he moves his other hand to your clit and rubs quickly at you. the final straw is when he pulls the trigger again, your climax rushing over you with the fall of the hammer.

jeno’s there the whole time, holding you tight and shushing every little sob that leaves you, and slides his gun out of your body with a smile.

“get up,” jeno dropped his smile. the look on his face was scary, his eyes were dark. you whimper when he suddenly grabs your arm. his grip was rough. you raise your two hands up as he leads you towards your living room with his gun behind your back.

you stand still while he sits on your couch, manspreading his legs with one arm on top of the couch. he looks around for a brief moment before motioning for you to come to him. you let out a shaky breath while walking toward him, stopping in front of him.

he looks at you up and down, smirking. “remove your shirt,” his voice was demanding, you only just gulp. “or do i have to fucking rip it off you?” you whimper at his words as you slowly take off your shirt, throwing it god knows where.

“come sit on my lap, baby.” his voice was suddenly soft as he pats on his left thigh. you knew better than to make him mad, so you follow his instructions. you sat just right at his dick, making you glance at it for a moment before turning your gaze at him.

“ride me,” his voice was low, almost like he was going to eat you alive. “what?” you look up at him. “i said ride me you dumb slut,” your breath hitched; his words were mean, but why do you feel so aroused by it?

you got up and slowly sank onto his enormous dick. it was burning just right; the stretch was lovely. you feel tears form in your eyes as you grip his shoulders for support.

his gun cocks at your stupid little head. you let out another shaky breath as you slowly bob up and down on his cock. he was filling you up so nicely.

every time you stop bouncing, he would pull the trigger. you loved the thrill, you can’t deny it. you loved the sound of the click, knowing that you could have your brains blown out any second. you can’t help it though but move faster, so hungry for his cock, biting your lip as you cum coated his dick.

he clicked the gun one last time before smirking. at this point, you don’t know if he even had bullets in the chamber. the sudden sound of your door opening made you look as if you saw a man with a gun pointing at you both. before the man could pull the trigger, jeno fires his gun at the man. you gasp, mouth going dry as you watch the body fall to the ground.

you immediately got up from his lap as you widened your eyes and put your hand over your mouth, trying to contain your scream.

jeno scoffed as he walked towards your door, shutting and locking it before turning back to you. “what’s wrong princess? you scared?” he smirks, continuing to walk towards you, his finger grazing your jawline, glancing at it before flicking his eyes at you.

“we aren’t done yet, are we?” his voice was soft again, god the things this man makes you feel. you gulp before slowly shaking your head, making him smile in return. he peppered kisses all over your jawline, slowly trailing down to your neck, giving it a few bites here and there as he sets you down on the couch.

you look up to him, you had this innocent, angelic look that turned him on even more and just made him want to destroy you. “pretty angel,” he whispers in your ear, making you feel goosebumps tickle you all over.

he grabs a hold of his cock, giving it a few pumps while you watch so eagerly as you wanted him so badly, to which he just smirks at you. he grabs both your legs and puts them on his shoulder as he looks at you with half-lidded eyes, “are you ready?” as you nod in reply.

you thought he would be thrusting in you at a slow pace. oh you were wrong. he slammed his hips into you with such force that has you squeezing your eyes shut as you grab onto his arms. “s’ too much, i can’t,” you managed to say, “yes you can, you’re taking me in so well like the good girl you are,” you just egged him to fuck you even faster as he grunts. “gonna fuck you full of my cum, easy whore,” you could only moan back, his words were only pushing you closer to your release.

“i love your cock so much, m’ gonna cum,” you moan out, “yeah? cum all over my dick baby,” you’ve never reached the summit so quickly before, your thighs shaking as you came all over his dick with a loud moan, your thighs shaking from the overstimulation, but he did not stop, still chasing his high pounding into you so hard you could cum again.

you felt his warm liquid shoot in you, his cum painting your walls white as he slowly pulls out, some of his cum dripping out of you and onto the couch. “fuck, look at that, my little cum dump.” he pants as he admires your aching cunt dripping with cum. your chest heaves up and down, your body twitching from the pleasure as you open your eyes to the sight of him smirking at you.

he lazily puts his pants back on, as he carries you to your room as he laid you down on the bed, and put a blanket over you. that was the best he could do for you. just when he was about to leave, you whispered. “will i ever see you again?” you look up at him, waiting for his reply. “no, i don’t know.” he sighs, walking towards you placing a quick peck on your forehead. “goodnight princess,” and those were the last words you ever heard from him.

© trulyjaes. please do not repost, plagiarize, or translate any of my works on any site

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I NEED MORE KUN TEXTS , MAYBE HIM BEING POSSESSIVE?

of course !

sorry for the delay btw 😭😭

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black glasses and butter biscuits<333

chapter three (◕ᴗ◕✿)

jaehyun x fem!reader

warnings - toxic bsf, insecurities, anger issues, mild anxiety.

the soft breeze of air treads through y/ns hair slowly, the chilly air made her shake even more than she already was

what if it was just a set up... to humiliate me for ever thinking i could get with Jaehyun

she wouldn't put it past his friends, the amount of times she's heard about something they did scared her, wondering if this was the smartest idea.

she opens the door to the small cafe that barely has any people in it her eyes don't land on him, yup definitely a bad idea.

she walks into the cafe, meek steps while she grips the bottom of her brown skirt in attempt to calm down.

i guess it's my first time being stood u-

"hey y/n" Jaehyun lightly puts his hand on her shoulder as she turns around quite violently "oh hi" she mumbles nicely "sorry i was sitting there, it's the best spot although not so practical" Jaehyun says, a nervous hand scratching the nape of his neck "oh it's okay, i just didn't see you" she smiles and jaehyuns face instantly lightens up.

"cmon let's go sit" he says and softly guides her with a hand on her back.

jaehyun is a true gentleman, he pulls the chair out for y/n before sitting himself, she wonders how exactly she landed in this place, one so many would kill for.

"this place is nice, it's quiet" y/n says "yeah it is isn't it, me and my friend johnny found it freshman year and it's been our special spot ever since" Jaehyun rambles, stopping himself before he tells y/n every deepest darkest secret of Johnny's.

"so what are your hobbies?" jaehyun asks as he sips his coffee "hm i like reading i guess, and movies, i don't really have many hobbies i guess" y/n says kindly "what are yours" "i like movies too, i enjoy basketball but i play it so much as my major that i don't really dedicate free time to it" he says "that's understandable, i used to love astrophysics and just studying it for fun but now it's such a chore" y/n says before she takes a bite out of her croissant.

"do you-" "why did you invite me out" they both say at the same time, Jaehyun chuckles to himself before answering "does there have to be a specific reason?" he laughs, not wanting to get vulnerable, "i mean yeah unless you just invited me out for no reason" y/n says quietly, instantly regretting coming here in the first place.

"well i just find you interesting, I've seen you a lot on campus and you just seem so interesting" he says and y/n nods "okay" she says "was it a decent answer" he asks "not Romeo but something" she smiles and jaehyun grins widely back.

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after a long few hours at the coffee shop with y/n, Jaehyun couldn't rip the smile off his face. he walks up to the door of his shared house when it suddenly flings open.

"out of everyone, literally everyone you pick her" johnny almost screeches at Jaehyun and he looks at johnny with a confused expression.

"what are you talking about" Jaehyun asks as he steps in the weirdly quiet house. "y/n y/l/n, there's so many fucking people on campus and of course you like her" johnny says.

"i don't understand what you mean" Jaehyun just takes his coat off before walking away, "no you wouldn't understand because you have no problem just taking everything and leaving it destroyed" johnny says dramatically.

"i am so confused" Jaehyun walks down theo hall to his bedroom "belie, her best friend me and her have something and you're going to ruin it by whatever sick game you're playing on y/n" johnny says, following Jaehyun when he stops in his tracks.

"I'm not playing a game on her okay, i genuinely like her" Jaehyun says "yeah right, i get that she's decent but she's a total nerd, and really uninteresting" johnny says and suddenly he feels himself being pushed back by Jaehyun, Johnny's back hits the wall and jaehyuns hands grab harshly on his collar "if she's so uninteresting, how did i spend 4 hours in a cafe with her and practically beg her for another date hm" Jaehyun spits meanly "relax dude you can like who you want" johnny whispers, knowing how bad Jaehyun can get when he's angry "watch what you say about her" Jaehyun says, shoving johnny into the wall before walking away.

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y/n shuts the door to her condo as she sighs dreamily, out of everyone Jung jaehyung could've chosen, he chose her.

she practically jumped for joy whenever she thought about it, her mind couldn't focus on her studies because of the excitement in her tummy.

should i text him? she thought to herself, not wanting to seem needy.

her phone dings loudly, and she checks it quickly.

jaehyun:

Are you free to call?

y/n:

of course:)

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a/n - this is the third chapter I'm sorry I've been so slow with this 😭😭 and I've decided that this fic might be a bit dark to some people lol, also it's unedited so I'll edit it later

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chapter two (✷‿✷)

jaehyun x fem reader

warning: mild angst, toxic best friend.

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y/n walked down the street, she never felt particularly insecure, or that was what she told herself before she left her apartment, but she could never get rid of the longing feeling to be conventionally pretty when she walked down campus.

whenever she would think about it she blamed not being pretty enough for not having many friends or people naturally liking her, sure, bellie constantly told her she's not ugly, and that she's selfish for thinking that of herself.

so, when Jung Jaehyun ran up to her to ask for her number, not bellies, not renjuns, and definitely not for classroom notes (they don't share a single class) she wonders what got into him, it's not like her at all to be the girl a guy chases over, and apparently it's not like him to chase after girls too, bellie tells her while they get milkshakes at a cute cafe.

"I'm just saying....even i couldn't pull jaehyun, no offense babes but i highly doubt he's good news" bellie says, playing with her straw.

it hits y/n the wrong way, constantly being compared to bellie isn't how she wants a fun day out.

"yeah, you're probably right" she sighs. "who even cares, you have your own successful business, and you're like the smartest person i know, even if he is playing you it doesn't matter" bellie says and y/n smiles at her.

"plus i don't think you should get out there just yet" bellie mumbles while y/n grows more and more annoyed "why not" trying to be as kind as she can y/n answers.

"i just feel like you're too, out of touch, you know, like even if he did really like you he might get scared off because you might like him too much" y/n can practically smell the jealousy coming off of her.

"i think we should change the subject" y/n says as her cake comes.

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johnny would never, ever, not even in a million years describe his best friend Jaehyun as someone who was obsessive, or someone who was remotely interested in other people beyond things he wanted.

he constantly wonders who the mystery women he always goes off about is, maybe someone from the cosmetics department (there were some real killers there) or a girl from a sorority, but whoever it was Jaehyun was whipped.

"i really wish you'd tell me who it is" johnny whispers while they're in their economics class "i told you I will eventually" he whispers back, furiously writing down notes.

"why wont you tell me anyway, it's like you're ashamed or something" johnny says and jaehyun sighs while grabbing his bag, "I'm not and i want to tell you, it's just i tell you about most people and she's really different and i don't want you to think she's like the most people i tell you about" jaehyun says, and johnny swears it's the most passion he's ever talked with.

"okay fine, i won't pry" johnny says, an evil plan unveiling in his mind.

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one new message from - Jung Jaehyun

hey y/n, not sure if you remember but we talked at the party 2 nights ago. i was wondering if you wanted to get coffee sometime?

hi Jaehyun, I'd love to get coffee sometime, are you free tomorrow?

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a/n - second chapter finally lol, I'm sorry it took so long to get out but i think the next few chapters won't be as hard to write, thank you all for reading 💗💗💗

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Hey love!!!!!

I came back on Tumblr after a while and straight away came to your profile in order to see if you've update your jaehyun fiction, I realised you haven't. Kinda broke my heart ngl😬. I mean I've been pretty excited to read it...

But at the same time I've realised that you haven't posted in a while, that got me kinda worried. I hope you're doing absolutely well. If you're on a break, enjoy it. You probably work really hard and deserve one once in a while, live it to the fullest!!!

Do tag me when you plan on continuing the fiction, id be really patiently waiting for an update from one of my favourite writers!!!

Till then,

Sayo Nara❤

hiii my love, I've just been having sm writer's block lately but this gave me a surge of motivation, I've slowly been working on the fic and i rly hope to have it out soon but tysm for these encouraging messages you have no idea how much it means to me 💗 I'll be sure to tag you once it comes out and thank you for being patient 🥺💗

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hi can i be in the taglist for black glasses and butter biscuits pls thanks! looking forward to reading the fic <3

ofccc!!! i hope to release the second chapter tomorrow or the day after<3333

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I'm having some writer's block atm so the second chapter of black glasses and butter biscuits might take some time!!

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21:47

21:47

"i think you're the most beautiful person I've ever seen" chenle mumbles against your hair. "hm and why is that" letting out a huffed laugh, struggling to breathe properly with his weight on you, heavy but comforting "you look so real" his voice cracks as he says it, facing him, motioning for him to continue "you don't look airbrushed y'know, you have scars and marks but they make you so much prettier, everything about you is so pretty" he says, smiling warmly, smiling back at him, you kiss his arm wrapped around your shoulders. "i personally think I'm the luckiest in the world". chenle leans over you, cupping your face gently, pressing your noses together softly before connecting your lips. "i love every part of you"

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to all my insecure babies <3

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chapter one ᕦʕ •ᴥ•��ᕤ

jaehyun x fem reader

warnings: brief discussion of insecurities, Jaehyun is low-key obsessed with y/n lmfao

word count: abt 1.2k

y/n hated louder people, she hated them because they were always talking to someone, they were talking to their friends, laughing, having fun, and not caring who's listening because they're comfortable no matter where with their friends.

she craved for that kind of friendship, but she was a giant introvert. it wasn't that she wouldn't speak to anyone. it was that no one would speak to her, she always felt invisible and she hated it.

she especially hated the basketball team, they were so cocky and full of themselves, some of them would go up to her and talk to her as a joke, asking her inappropriate things that made her want to die, she basically avoids them at all cost.

so why does renjun ask her if she wants to come to his frats party, he knows all about how much she hates the basketball team, but he begs her.

renjun and y/n have the same major, which means almost all their classes are together, this made the two close friends. y/n's only other friends was a biology major, and she was popular. her name was bellie, she was the exact opposite of y/n and she never understood why they were best friends. bellie was popular and had so many friends, she hated most of them and was a pretty mean person in general, but y/n was her soft spot.

"i can't believe I'm going to this" y/n says aloud while holding up the outfit bellie picked for her, "i can't believe it either but hey, their parties are really fun." bellie exclaims.

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y/n links her arm through bellies, walking beside her into the house, it was loud, annoyingly, she prayed the neighbors didn't have babies but she could barely think over the music.

the smell of alcohol and mixes of perfume made her feel dizzy, she didn't know what weed smelt like but she's 100% sure she could smell it, bellie pulled her through the crowd and to the kitchen "do you want a drink" bellie shouts at her and y/n just shakes her head.

the party felt too overwhelming, never being in crowds like this was definitely taking a toll on her, she felt like an old woman, judging everyone's bad choices that they seem to think are the best they've made in their life.

bellie leads her to a couch, she wonders how bellie knows her way around but then remembers what an extrovert her best friend is, most of the time y/n wishes she was more like her, she was perfect, funny, smart, cool, and pretty, the only thing y/n could relate to was being smart.

it took a total of 2 minutes sitting together before bellie was pulled away by some of her other friends, making sure it was okay with y/n bellie instantly leaped up to follow her other friends.

distracted by an article on her phone, y/n got lost in her thoughts, bellie asked me if it was okay if she left but didn't even try to offer me to go with her, she was the one that insisted i come when renjun offered. maybe I'm just being dramatic. y/n thought to herself

"you came " renjun exclaimed and she looked up "i mean yeah i told you I was" she says, renjun leaning in for a hug, plopping down next to her right after "i thought you were just bullshitting me so i get off your back" renjun says with a smile.

"hey renjun do you know where the-" an unfamiliar voice to y/n starts, they lock eyes and he swears he almost pisses his pants.

jaehyun didn't know his library crush was coming to the part, if he did, he would've worn a better shirt and newer pants, he also would've styled his hair and a whole bunch of other stuff, but he didn't and she's there.

jaehyun doesn't really know when y/n first caught his eye, he's pretty sure he's been attracted to her since he first saw her.

she was wearing a colorful turtle neck sweater and jeans, she was walking somewhere with her canvas bag, he unconsciously followed her and ended up in the library, Jaehyun had only been there a few times before.

if it was anyone else he would've went straight up to them and used his charms, but the closer he got to her the more his palms became clammy and he felt anxiety bubbling in his stomach.

he decided against going up to her, ever since then he's been going to the library, he practically had her schedule engraved in his brain.

"did you need something" renjun asks, eyeing him. jaehyun instantly shakes his head "no i just wanted to hang out with you" Jaehyun quickly says, renjun looks at him weirdly, confused why, but nonetheless lets Jaehyun sit down.

renjun and y/n continue on about one of their classes, the whole time Jaehyun can't take his eyes away from her lips, she's so pretty, he thinks to himself.

"jaehyun, Jaehyun are you okay?" renjun almost shouts at him, Jaehyun nods, pulling his gaze away from y/n. "I'm gonna go play beer pong, wanna come?" renjun asks y/n, shaking her head saying she doesn't drink.

"why not" Jaehyun asks when renjun filters away "hm why not what" y/n asks "why don't you drink" "i do sometimes, i just don't like drinking what others serve y'know" she says and he nods, trying to fight his smile.

"are you in this frat" y/n asks, confused why he's spent so much time talking to her. "yeah yeah i am, I'm Jaehyun by the way, y/n right" he says, she practically feels her heart melt. they've never even talked but he knows her name, "well nice to meet you" she puts her hand out and smiles.

after getting to know each other a bit, y/n decides to start to leave, jaehyuns satisfied with himself, he spoke to her, knows most of her pet peeves and her favorite color, he even probably has her number.

wait no he doesn't‚ he realizes he got so caught up in asking her stuff, he forgot to ask the most important thing.

he rushes past the crowd, looking for her, she couldn't have possibly gotten that far, they were on the far side of the house and she was going to go find her friend first. he speeds through all the rooms downstairs and quickly runs outside for a second.

going back inside, feeling defeated, he quickly walks upstairs, bumping into someone on the way "Jaehyun" he hears y/n exclaim. "oh i was looking for you" he says, trying not to sound too excited but failing. "why" y/ns pretty smile flashes once again and jaehyun feels his heart beating out of his chest.

"i wanted to ask you for your number, or you can have my number, or not if you don't want, whichever" he rambles, cut off by y/n giving him her phone.

he puts in his number and shoots himself a message, after saying a quick goodbye again y/n leaves.

jaehyun walks back to his room, feeling proud and content.

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a/n- so this was the first chapter lol, i don't think it was that that good but i hope the story gets better as it goes on, hope you all enjoyed!!

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black glasses and butter biscuits<33

introduction ʕ·ᴥ·ʔ

y/n was an odd soul (although most was describe her as an old soul instead) she was an astrophysics major with a total of two friends, most who knew her would describe her as quiet, but her friends would describe her as anything but that.

her favorite place was the library, it was where she could truly get away from things, all the thoughts running through her head were silenced, she enjoyed it so much.

she loved being someone nobody knew, it kept her out of drama and she had nobody she had to attend to. but she longed to be loved, she knew even if she was they would be up to her standards as a hopeless romantic... but a girl can dream right??

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Jung Jaehyun was a starboy, he was what everyone wanted, either wanted to be him or be with him. he never had to work that hard for anything. he's working for a degree in business while being a basketball player, the best of the best dare the school say. he had more friends than he could count and everybody always knew his name.

his favorite place was the library, it was peaceful and he felt like he could get away from everything, but the best part about it was her. jaehyun swears she's the prettiest thing he's ever seen. they've never spoken before. he knows they have one mutual friend (renjun, but they aren't close enough for him to bravely ask renjun to set them up), even if he was borderline obsessed with her, at least he was studying more at the library, right??

warnings for this fic will vary from chapter to chapter

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black glasses and butter biscuits <33

jaehyun x fem reader

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"why are you so quiet anyway" Jaehyun asks, "if there's nothing to say why should I say something" y/n says kindly. jaehyun notices how pretty his library (lover) crush is, he's never spoken to her before this, she's always had her stupid headphones around her pretty head, she always sat alone with a soft expression on her face and a pile of books with her purple pen. everyone was curious why the star basketball player started going to the library, and to his teachers dismay it was not to get his grades up, who needs good grades when you're as pretty as Jung Jaehyun, all he needs to do is bat his eyelashes and he gets anything he wants.

he could practically kiss renjun for inviting (forcing) her to come to this party, and if everything went well, maybe by the end of the night, he could get her number.

or another basic story set in university where reader is nice and smart and jaehyun is a popular basketball jock