#JENO

[dv124]

cr: abbys. (twt)

[hypndiary]

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[hyuckswoman]

30. bestie

previous chapter masterlist

notes: maybe i shouldn’t discuss it but i have so many thoughts on the whole kiss of life situation and was wondering what’s your guy’s take on it?

ALSO short chapter bc im sorry for what’s about to come..

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[hyuckiestarz]

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[yutarot]

ride or die. l.jn smau

[FINAL] 025 — ride or die. wc: 1.9k

JENO POV

1 week later 

the flight attendant had forgotten to give you your food. you were about 4 hours into your flight to milan when you woke up to a tall lady with a trolley asking you and jeno if you had wanted your dinner vegetarian or with meat, and now that the 5th hour had passed and there was no sign of your dinner anywhere, you were beginning to grow agitated. 

“baby, why don’t you just ask?” jeno suggests from beside you, but the look you give him quickly shuts down that idea. you’ve always hated the idea of being an annoying customer. 

he sighs, pulling his headphones down to rest on his neck as he stands up from his seat, wiping his tired eyes. 

“where are you going?” you ask him, curiosity peaking your interest. 

“to make sure you get fed.”

the rest of the flight was a lot more enjoyable after you had eaten. jeno allowed you to sleep on his shoulder, checking occasionally that you were still asleep and brushing your hair from your face every time it fell. he wanted to sleep, he really needed to, but the warmth of your sleeping figure meant that he never wanted to forget this moment, he wanted to savour it. 

in all honesty, that's how he had felt this entire week. he can’t believe that he finally gets a chance to call you his after everything that has happened. 

when the plane lands, he gently taps on your shoulder to wake you. 

“yn, we're here..” he whispers, and a small smile creeps on his lips as he watches your eyes slowly flutter open.

cute.

during the walk from the airport to the taxi, jeno didn’t let go of your hand once, not even at the flash of paparazzi cameras or the giggling of girls as they followed you both. he just squeezed your hand with every flash of a camera, making sure that you were okay. 

once you had made it to the comfort of your hotel room, you finally spoke to him. 

“i forgot how famous you are..” you say, gigging. a look of concern flashes over jeno’s features, but when he remembers how everything used to be before his identity got leaked, he smiles to himself.

he brings his hand to smooth out your hair. “at least we don't have to hide. at least i can hold your hand through it all.”

you look up at him and he swears his heart melts at the sight. 

he looks away, “don’t look at me like that.”

you laugh, “like what?”

but before he could answer a knock at the door interrupts him. 

“shit, it's my manager, we should have been ready, like, 30 minutes ago.” you laugh in response.

jeno swears that he has never seen you look as pretty as you do now. but he can’t tell if it's the dark emerald of your dress to match his team's colour or if it’s the fact that he’s the accessory you wear on your arm. 

he could tell you were nervous. he remembers his first time on the red carpet, unsure of where to look or who to talk to. but when jeno had been asked to fill in as reserve in the milan race, he simply could not accept without taking his girlfriend with him, so he did, so long as you stayed by his side at all times. 

with his hand resting on the small of your back, he slowly walked with you, occasionally stopping to pose for groups of cameras. but as the first interviewer waltzes in his direction, he tightens his arm around your waist. 

“so, samo, or should i call you jeno, how does it feel to finally be out in the open?”

he looks at you before answering into the mic. 

“freeing.”

“i bet, and who is this beautiful lady you’ve brought with you tonight?”

“my girlfriend.”

as if on cue, the shutter of cameras increase as the word leaves his lips, and he swears he feels your muscles tense under his fingers.

“and lastly, is there anything you’d like to say about the race tomorrow?”

jeno pauses for a moment, choosing his words carefully. 

“samo might not win, but jeno will.”

once you made it back to the hotel, jeno made sure you were comfortable in bed before climbing in himself, reaching his arm behind you and inviting you to cuddle into his side. 

“i liked what you said earlier.” you mumble.

“hmm?” he looks down at you, shifting his arm slightly to make sure you’re comfortable.

“about winning as jeno.”

he smiles, “why?”

“remember all those months ago, when you told me you prefer being samo?”

he nods. 

“now you don’t think that, now you’re happy being you, and it makes me happy knowing that i'm the reason you found that out.” 

he kisses your forehead, soft but meaningful. 

you continue, “you may have done it for me, but you did it for you too, and i'm glad you did.”

the next day, jeno felt a new found sense of confidence overlap him, reminding himself of your words the night prior, moments before you fell asleep in his arms. he wasn’t just confident knowing that you knew who he was, but he was confident knowing that he did too, and that feeling of security only pushed him on. 

after saying goodbye to you in the vip box, he followed his manager to the circuit. he felt more like himself in the neoculture suit, the green and black material framing the silhouette of his body, and it only boosted his confidence further.

well, atleast until he found himself amongst the other drivers. 

most notability, one driver in particular: the man in the red suit to his left. 

johnny suh. 

noticing jeno’s presence, johnny turns, a look of shock plastered on his face. 

“holy shit.” johnny exclaims, holding in a laugh. “samo finally decided to turn up, sorry, jeno.”

jeno doesn’t say a word, doesn’t even look at him.

“saw your interview yesterday. you’re pretty confident for someone who bailed out of this season at the last minute.”

he stays still, expressionless, as he remains looking ahead.

“your little girlfriend’s going to be hella disappointed when you place last.”

at the mention of you, jeno’s resolve snaps, clenching his jaw and fists in sync. as the drivers get called to their cars, jeno storms with vigour to his, swinging his helmet on in a new profound determination that johnny had somehow brought out in him.

that you had brought out in him. 

and now he was certain he was going to win. 

the majority of the race was smooth-sailing, in a comfortable position at 2nd, sometimes fluctuating into 3rd, jeno never felt his confidence falter. 

not until johnny overtook him in the final lap.

“you’ve got to be fucking kidding me.” jeno whispers to himself, anger boiling in his stomach as he imagines the look on johnny’s face as he passes him. 

he knows he shouldn’t have done it, not with you watching, not with the danger that it caused, but jeno couldn’t help himself, furious as he slams his foot on the gas, aiming straight for the back of johnny’s car. 

he doesn’t think, not when their cars make contact, not when johnny, though futile with jeno behind him, attempts to slow down and not even when a sharp bend approaches him. he stays at speed, hoping, praying that johnny would back out, turn away from jeno’s path and brake. because if he doesn’t, johnny would go down.

and jeno would go down with him. 

the seconds began to freeze in on themselves as you watch jeno and johnny approach the corner single file. your breath remains lodged in your throat, impossible to escape. jeno doesn’t look like he’s backing out. 

it takes three whole seconds for johnny to make his decision.

1..

2..

3…

with almost milliseconds to spare, johnny swerves to the left, giving room for jeno to perform a dangerous sharp turn to the right around the bend, skidding in the process. 

but unknown to him, he is no longer in 3rd.

nor is he in 2nd. 

and it dawns on him as he passes the finish line. 

he has finished in 1st.

he wastes no time climbing out of his car once he has driven to safety, and almost immediately, he’s met with your smiling face, grinning ear to ear as you pull him into a hug. 

“please never scare me like that again.” you wine into his shoulder, and he laughs to himself, holding your hips and gently pushing you away so he can take off his gloves. 

“im sorry, baby.” he giggles. 

collected by his management, you walk with him towards the main area. staying by the side, you watch as he walks towards the podium. he takes a step up, pride overwhelming him as he looks out into the crowd before him, flashing lights and cheers erupting from every direction. he pays no mind to johnny at his left, a look of distaste and anger smothering his features. he continues to look into the crowd. he’s so grateful, for everything. for you, for his friends, for his…

father?

jeno can’t believe his eyes; in the crowd, a proud smile on his face, stands his father: the man he had hiddin all of this for, the man he had spent years trying to make proud, and here he is, smiling up at him. jeno, awestruck, can almost feel tears in his eyes as his fathers grin widens, nodding to him in approval. but just when jeno thinks he can’t get any more emotional, he looks to the people standing to his fathers right. his heart leaps out of his chest as he recognises them. there they are: jaemin, haechan, renjun, chenle, mark and winter, and of course, standing just on the edge of them, is haaland, an industrial size camera covering half of his face as he waves at jeno in excitement. jeno laughs when he sees that they’ve figured out that he recognises him, all of them waving and shouting up at him. but when he looks at jaemin, he notices that he’s trying to mouth something to him. 

jeno can’t really understand what he’s trying to say, but after a few attempts, it finally clicks.

‘yn.’

without a second thought, jeno turns to his left, calling for you to come up and join him on the podium. you look a little confused at first, but eventually you go up to stand with him, jeno taking your hand to make sure you don’t fall. 

suddenly, it’s as if the crowd aren’t there, as if haaland’s camera isn’t zoomed in on him and as if johnny isn’t glaring daggers into the back of his head. he looks at you, eyes connecting with yours in a moment of ‘we made it’. ever so gently, his fingers go to rest at your cheek, wiping away the tears of happiness you didn’t know had fallen. 

“thank you.” he hears you whisper. 

he smiles down at you, “all you, baby.”

and at that moment, everything fits perfectly. the air around you both stills, voices growing quiet as his lips find yours. 

it wasn't important that his face was showing, or that everyone knew his name. what was important is that you were next to him. you were his mask, you were his security.

you were his ride or die.

previous : mlist

notes; well that’s it!! thank you reading this far and i hope you enjoyed <333 also thank u to those of u who stuck around with this story and stayed patient with me over my multiple hiatus’s, it’s been a very long 6 months and im so grateful to those usrs i always see still reading whenever i come back so thank u!!! u very much don’t go unnoticed! also @winwintea R U PROUD I FINALLY FINISHED IT😁 i hope u all enjoyed ride or die i loved making it sooo much and i look forward to what i have coming next hehe. ly all

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[ilovedinodino]

you noticed that your boyfriend Jeno started feeling deeply insecure about his appearance, so you decided to fix it

an: so so sorry for mistakes

[iseos1]

Are you lost?

Jeno x reader

You are heading out after finished your last class of the day as you stand infront of the door looking outside at the pouring rain that you did not expect

You watch as people run to their cars or pull out their umbrella not knowing what you should do because you forgot yours at home and suddenly lee jeno stands next to you with his umbrella and stares at you

"Do you need something?" You ask, confused at his intense gaze." Um, I just uh noticed you didn't have an umbrella. Are you waiting for someone or what? "He said "no I just forgot my umbrella in my dorm, " you said, embarrassed. "we can share mine if you want. we live in the same building, don't we?" He said

"Really?" You asked he responds by noding and he starts to walk out looking back to make sure you following behind with a silly smile on his face

This is soo boring ik but it's my first ever post on here if anyone sees this I hope u enjoyed it 💓

Edit:please give me ideas idk what to write

[gooner127]

OKAY HERE WE ARE for the annon who asked for renhyuck as you neighbors here are the texts🙏 (hopefully you meant texts) but also renjun is nice (ish) and haechan is annoying BUT NONETHELESS ENJOY PLEASE i tried my best even though idk where tf i was going with half of these☠️😛 (yuta sneak)

tw: calling haechan slut 😫

[ssweetreveries]

Take it | l.jn

🎧 into it . chase atlantic

☆ jeno x reader

⋆ 18+ mdni!

⋆ word count! 1.5k

oneshot, nonidol!jeno, afab!reader, bf!jeno, dom!jeno, sub!reader, unprotected sex, car sex, dirty talk, manhandling, possessiveness, spanking, brief cumplay, teensie bit of degradation, creampie, a bit public (they’re in a parking lot), use of pet names (baby), porn no plot...

synopsis . car sex with jeno. that’s it.

likes, reblogs, comments are appreciated!!

author note: you guys voted jeno so here it is! ;p

i apologize if there is any mistakes, this isn't proof read and english isn't my first language. enjoy!! ><

“W-what if someone sees—?” you squeak out, eyes scanning the parking lot in case of any passerby.

“Fuck worrying about who sees,” your boyfriend says, voice rough as he manhandles you in the backseat.

His knee slots between your legs, one of his hands snaking up your neck—his fingers tangling in your hair to tilt your head back, exposing your throat for him to claim.

Teeth scrape against your pulse point, his other hand sliding up your shirt, calloused fingers digging in the soft flesh of your stomach.

“Gonna ruin you so good,” he rasps out, his mouth pressing wet kisses to your neck, “that you forget how to speak.”

His hips grind down on you just hard enough for you to feel how hard he is, and then his mouth is on yours.

The kiss is all tongue and teeth. It’s heated, it’s rushed, it’s messy. But that’s how it was with Jeno, and you loved every bit of it.

When he pulls back from the kiss for air, you waste no time getting on all fours, sticking your ass out for him eagerly.

Jeno’s breath catches in his throat as you get on your knees for him with shameless eagerness, your ass pressing against the thick outline of his cock—already hardening at the sight of you basically begging for him.

He shakes his head with a low chuckle, weren’t you just freaking out about being in public a few minutes ago?—and here you were, presenting yourself to him like a good little slut.

His hands find your hips, fingers digging into your flesh possessively as he lets out a low groan.

“Fuck—” his hips jerk forward instinctively, the fabric of his jeans straining as you grind back against him. “You’re starving for it, baby, look at you,” he says, amused.

You only offer him a whine in response as you press up against him, teasingly wiggling your ass against his arousal.

One of his hands fist in your hair, yanking your head back to expose your neck once again. His other hand lands a stinging slap across your ass—the sound sharp in the quiet of the car, and you can’t hold back the moan that leaves your mouth at the sting.

“Gonna fuck you stupid,” he growls, teeth scraping your neck briefly before pulling back and flipping your skirt up, fingers hooking into your panties and tearing them down your thighs. “Make your scream my name until you’re too dumb to even think straight.”

He frees his length, cock springing to his abdomen, already leaking with precum.

He teases your slit, guiding the head of his cock up and down your dripping folds, gathering your wetness before he pushes against your entrance—hips snapping to yours with no warning.

You can’t hold back the choked moan that leaves you at his sudden thrust, walls clenching involuntarily, your hands coming to grip the car door for stability.

Jeno’s fingers dig in the soft flesh of your hips as he slams into you with brutal precision—he knows your body like the back of his hand. Each snap of his hips driving his cock deeper, hitting that sweet spot inside of you that makes your vision go blank.

“F-fuck— Jeno!” you whine out. The pretty little moans spilling past your lips just spurring him on.

The car rocks slightly with every punishing thrust, the leather seats creaking under your combined weight as your nails claw at whatever you can reach.

“That’s it—fucking take it,” he snarls, voice thick with lust as his palm comes down sharp on your ass—the slap echoing through the car. You can’t help but clench around him at the tinge of pain mixed with pleasure.

“Keep squeezing me like that—“ he starts, followed by a guttural noise as his hips continue snapping to yours. “Just makes me want to ruin you more—” he grunts.

One of his hands slam against the window, his fingers splaying against the glass as his thighs tremble. His free hand fists in your hair, yanking your head back to attach his lips to your delicate skin, littering your throat in his marks—his teeth sinking down in your sensitive flesh before pressing soft kisses, soothing the mark.

“Gonna cum so deep inside you,” he rasps out, voice hoarse as his hips pick up pace. His thrusts grow erratic, his cock pulsing as your walls flutter around him. “Fill this pretty pussy, gonna— fuck— feel me for days.” He snarls, hips rolling in shallow brutal thrusts, his breathing coming out short and ragged.

And when you sob his name, the sound that leaves his lips is almost feral. His hand leaves the window to grip your hip, fingers digging into you as he drags you back against him—your ass pressing against his body with every thrust.

“J-jeno—! So c-close, m’so close—!” you cry out with a whiny moan.

His thrusts turn punishing, feeling his own orgasm coiling in the pits of his stomach.

Your tight walls clench around his length as your body starts to sputter with your incoming release.

“Jeno—!” you sob, his name spilling your lips like some sort of prayer.

Jeno’s entire body tenses as he feels you clench around him—his fingers digging into your hips hard enough to leave bruises as a guttural groan leaves his lips.

“Fuck—fuck, baby” he rasps, voice wrecked as he watches you starting to fall apart beneath him, your body trembling as you sob his name. His grip on you tightens, pulling you impossibly closer as his hips snap foward, driving himself deeper in your sweet cunt.

“That’s it,” he groans, his breath hot against your ear as his fingers trail up your spine, one hand coming to wrap around your throat from behind—not choking, but applying enough pressure to make your breath hitch. “Take it—take every fucking inch like the good girl you are.”

His other hand slide down to your clit, fingers working in tight, brutal circles as he fucks into you harder, his pace relentless now.

And when you sob again, walls fluttering around his thick length—his hips start to stutter as he chases his own release, his body burning for you.

You come undone with a breathless scream. Your sobs, whimpers, and the lewd sound of your bodies connecting fill the car as Jeno chases his own realease, overstimulating your poor abused cunt.

Jeno’s pace turns sloppy as your cunt clenches around him like a vice, your scream of pleasure sending a shiver straight down his spine. His bruising grip on your hips doesn’t falter, holding you flush against him as he fucks you through your orgasm—each ragged thrusts dragging his cock against your oversensitive walls.

“That’s it—fuck—squeeze me just like that,” he growls, his voice thick with need as his hips continue snapping to yours, his balls slap against your clit with every snap of his hips. His breath comes out in short ragged pants, pressing his head to your shoulder as he chases his release.

Your whimpers only spur him on—his strong grip pulling you back against him as he keeps fucking into you with brutal precision.

The car reeks of sex, the leather seats slick with sweat as your body trembles beneath him, completely wrecked by his touch.

“Fuck, baby— Gonna cum, deep,” he snarls, his thrusts turning erratic, his cock pulsing inside of you as his orgasm rips through him.

Hot, thick ropes of his cum flood your cunt, his hips grinding roughly against your ass as he milks himself dry inside of you.

He collapses over you with a shuddering groan, his lips brushing your shoulder in a possessive kiss, murmuring a soft “mine” before pulling out of you.

When he finally pulls out, his cum drips down your thighs—the evidence of his claim undeniable. Your thighs shake as you’re left empty, body slumping against the seat.

Jeno catches you before you fully collapse, his strong arms wrapping around your waist as he pulls you flush against his chest.

His hand grab your jaw, tilting your head so he can press a kiss to your lips before he trails down your neck, pressing open mouth kisses to your skin.

His hands roam your trembling body as he whispers, “Took me so well, didn’t you, baby?”

His fingers trail down your stomach, dipping down your thighs to feel the mess he made—your slick coating his fingers as he groans.

He brings his fingers up to your lips, pressing, and you take his fingers in your mouth. His breath hitches as your tongue swirls around his fingers, licking them clean like the good little slut he knows you are.

He presses a lingering kiss to your cheek before dragging his wet fingers down your chin, smearing your own slick across your lips and down your jaw.

“Fuck,” he groans, “So perfect, all mine.”

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[dv124]

cr: jejeko_0423; wildfire (twt)

[kpop-bbg]

[nmhdreamscape]

bf!dreamies react to you posting a thirst trap to your socials

pairing | idol!dreamies x fem!reader

content | suggestive? smut? i don’t know what to call it but minors dni

notes | jeno fic is taking a little longer than i thought so here's this for the mean time! trying to psyche myself up to writing the actual smut bit >_<

masterlist

requests and asks are open!

[106alibi]

good graces ; lee jeno

pairing: boxer!jeno x magazine-editor!reader

synopsis: y/n knows she's petty. so when she found out her (secret) celebrity boyfriend of a year had been cheating on her, through a news article to make things worse, she decided to cook up an action plan to get back at him, and what better way to take revenge than to get together with his all-time favourite athlete?

or, in which y/n involves an unsuspecting lee jeno into her little revenge scheme on her now ex-boyfriend.

ib: good graces, sabrina carpenter

featuring: haewon of nmixx, kazuha of lesserafim, ningning of aespa, 00z of nct dream, (side chars.) natty of kiss of life, jake of enhypen

genre: humour, fluff, angst (maybe)

disclaimers: fem pronouns for y/n, will give disclaimers for individual chapters if I see fit!, mentions of cheating, profanities, kms/kys jokes, inappropriate themes and jokes

notes: need to preface and say I love jake i love jake i love jake i love natty i love natty i love natty

playlist: good graces (sabrina carpenter) | taste (sabrina carpenter) | thank u, next (ariana grande) | mantra (jennie) | dopamine (giselle) | get him back (olivia rodrigo)

status: ongoing (061124)

updates: every wednesday

taglist: open~ drop a reply or ask to be added!

a/n: letting this marinate before i start it from mid to end november! i have high hopes for this one and i hope you give jeno lots of love because there is a serious jeno smau drought on this app 💔💔 if you want me to tag you when the profiles/prologue drops just send a reply or an ask too! love you all 💜💜

profiles 24/7 on the bowl | protected by jeno squad

chapters

chapter 00. prologue

chapter 01. LIKE P IN THE V??

chapter 02. umm uhh O.K!

chapter 03. clout chaser

chapter 04. rookie mistake

chapter 05. I think she's flirting (written)

chapter 06. a girl can't smile in 2024 without flirting?

chapter 07. Awkward!

chapter 08. soft launch

chapter 09. bad luck (written)

chapter 10. atrociously negative rizz

chapter 11. nonchalant kween

chapter 12. taemin sunbaenim

chapter 13. sweet talk

chapter 14. cucumber shreds

chapter 15. pretty

chapter 16. just a friend

chapter 17. use me

chapter 18. guilty?

chapter 19. not before I do

[hyuckiestarz]

i wish jeno was real and not just a fragment of my imagination :/

[giraisol]

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Mi Corazón Fantasma

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