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leejenowrld · 6 days ago

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snowed in

pairing — lee jeno x oc

word count — 4.4k

genre — smut, explicit sexual content, rough sex, unprotected sex, dirty talk, praise

synopsis — snowed in at a remote cabin, you and jeno are left alone. what starts as playful teasing after a snowball fight quickly turns into something desperate and raw. he fucks you against every surface possible—hard, rough, and relentless, pressing you against the walls, the table, and the armchair by the fire. he claims you again and again, refusing to stop until there’s nothing left of you but him.

[fic ml here]

The cabin pulsed with heat, thick and cloying, the air heady with pine sap, sweat, and the sharp bite of woodsmoke snaking from the fireplace. Outside, the snow crushed the world into an unbroken hush, its icy weight swallowing every sound, every shape, but inside—inside it was alive. The fire gnawed at the logs, flames clawing upward and casting restless streaks of gold and shadow across the rough wooden walls, light spilling over your body in molten strokes. A damp sheen coated your skin, slick with sweat and something deeper, heavier—an ache that pulsed low in your belly, pooling between your thighs where the heat clung like a secret. It gathered in the hollow of your throat, trickling slowly down to the swell of your breasts, teasing across flushed skin that begged to be touched. The heavy wool blankets lay forgotten, bunched in careless heaps across the wide floorboards, kicked aside in the fever of it all. The draft slithered like a snake through the cracks in the cabin walls, sharp and biting, ghosting against the damp skin of your thighs, but it only sharpened the burn spreading through you, feverish and alive, as if the room itself threatened to smother you with its unbearable, electric charge.

Jeno’s shoulders glistened, the firelight carving out every taut muscle, every line of his body with an almost feral beauty. He was broad, strong in a way that seemed effortless—his chest rising and falling with slow, deliberate breaths, his skin glowing under the low amber light, kissed by heat and slick with sweat. Strands of his dark hair fell messily across his forehead, damp and clinging to his temple, the kind of careless perfection that only made him look more irresistible. His hands—big, rough, and warm—pressed bruisingly tight just beneath your knees as he spread you apart, the ridges of his forearms flexing with the strain, veins running like rivers beneath the skin. His gaze, heavy and dark, swept over you with the same unhurried intent he always carried, and it burned—low and deep in your stomach, where the ache coiled and tightened.

It hadn’t started this way. Hours earlier, the cabin had been idyllic—a scene stolen from a snow globe, pristine and undisturbed. Outside, the snow lay untouched, a wide, white expanse that swallowed sound and sharpened the world’s edges. You’d ventured into it with him, laughter spilling like smoke into the cold air as he chased you through the drifts, his grin wicked, teeth flashing bright against the pink flush of his cheeks. When he tackled you, the fall was soft, your bodies sinking into the snow as his weight pressed you down, the frost biting through layers of clothes while his laugh echoed across the frozen stillness. You’d fought back, hands filled with snow, and his sharp yelp of surprise had been worth the icy slap of wind that whipped against your face. By the time you stumbled back inside, shivering and flushed, Jeno had you over his shoulder, carrying you through the cabin door like you weighed nothing. He dropped you on the couch, your limbs tangled with blankets and laughter, and as he knelt to pull off your boots, something in the way his fingers brushed against your ankle sent a quiet ripple through the air.

Jeno’s chest gleamed in the firelight, every ridge and contour carved in shadow, the muscles tightening with each deliberate breath as he hovered over you. His hair hung messily across his forehead, strands clinging to the sweat on his temple as he pressed your thighs apart, large hands gripping bruisingly tight just beneath your knees. It had started slow—his lips tracing the corner of your mouth after you’d come inside breathless from the snowball fight, your laughter cutting short when his gaze caught yours, dark and heavy. You’d held his stare for a beat too long, your breathing going quiet as he slid his tongue against your bottom lip and murmured, “I’ve been patient, you know that?”

Now he was anything but.

Jeno pushed into you with a harsh snap of his hips, the sound of it obscene in the quiet cabin—skin meeting skin, the wet slide of your cunt stretched tight around his cock. You moaned, back arching against the rough wool of the blanket beneath you, the scrape of it against your bare skin adding to the overload of sensation. He groaned above you, a low, guttural sound, fingers sinking into your thighs as he held them open, pushing you further into the floor.

Your head lolled back, gasping, the feeling of him overwhelming, leaving you trembling and raw. “Jeno—fuck—please,” you choked out, your voice breaking as your hands clawed at his back, desperate to pull him deeper, to keep him there. “Don’t stop—don’t fucking stop. Please, baby, I need you.”

Your legs locked tighter around his waist, dragging him closer, as if your body could swallow him whole. “You feel so good,” you gasped, your voice trembling, broken by the force of each thrust. “Don’t ever wanna leave you—don’t want to.” The words spilled out messy and raw, your fingers clawing into his back, leaving streaks of fire where your nails caught on sweat-slick skin. “I want you—need you—more. Harder. Don’t stop until there’s nothing left of me but you.”

Jeno let out a low, wrecked groan, the sound vibrating through you as you yanked him into a kiss—desperate, searing—your mouths colliding like you needed to devour each other just to breathe. It was messy, all teeth and tongue, your gasps tangled with his rough, broken moans as the air around you grew thick, scorching. His hips snapped into you relentlessly, each thrust harder than the last, a brutal rhythm that left you choking on your cries, your nails clawing at the slick, flexing muscles of his back as you tried to hold onto him, to keep him there.

Jeno’s movements faltered for a second, a groan ripping from his chest, guttural and raw, before his fingers dug into your hips with bruising force, holding you still as he drove into you deeper, rougher, forcing a strangled cry from your throat. His forehead dropped to yours, his breaths ragged and hot against your lips, eyes burning into you like he was on the edge of ruin. “You feel that?” he muttered, his voice cracking, wrecked with need. “You’re not leaving me—not when you’re squeezing me like this, I’m not letting you.” His cock pushed impossibly deeper, dragging another broken moan from you as his grip tightened.

You blinked up at him, your hands slipping shakily from his back to cup his face, your thumbs brushing over the sweat-damp skin beneath his eyes. “I don’t want to leave,” you whispered, the words soft and unsteady, but soaked in desperation, your lips ghosting his as you spoke. “I want you—all of you. Keep me here, Jeno. Make me yours.” The plea broke softly at the edges, your body arching to meet his, pulling him closer like you needed to feel every part of him to breathe.

His hips stilled for just a moment, a shuddered breath leaving him as his eyes softened, dark and unreadable but so full of something more. He kissed you then—deep, deliberate—his lips melding with yours in a way that felt almost reverent, like he was memorizing the way you tasted, the way you trembled under him. His hands loosened on your hips, sliding up your body to cradle you, to hold you like you were something fragile, precious, even as his thrusts resumed—slower now, rolling deep, measured, every drag of his cock sending waves of pleasure that made your eyes flutter shut.

“You’ve got me so fucking gone—can’t think, can’t stop,” he murmured, his voice a low rasp as he pulled back just enough to watch you, his gaze heavy, lingering on where you stretched around him. “All I want is to keep you like this—dripping, open, begging me to fill you until there’s nothing left but me.” His teeth grazed your jaw then, gentle but possessive, his pace quickening as his words dropped to a hiss, the growl returning to his tone as he groaned, “Mine. This pussy—it’s mine.”

Your nails dragged down his arms, catching on the sweat-slick skin as your voice broke into a moan. “Jeno—fuck—my love, don’t stop,” you gasped, the name slipping out like a plea, raw and breathless, your body trembling beneath the unrelenting force of his thrusts.

He didn’t. His grip shifted, hands sliding down to grip the meat of your ass, pulling you up to meet his thrusts. The angle forced you to cry out, your body clenching tight around him as the fire popped loudly beside you. The warmth felt unbearable now, sticky and suffocating, the flames barely competing with the heat coursing between the two of you. Jeno leaned in, forehead brushing yours, his breath hot and ragged against your lips.

“Louder.” His voice was a rasp, full of demand, a quiet growl that sent a shiver racing down your spine. “Let them fucking hear you. Let the whole mountain know who’s making you come tonight. Who you fucking belong to.”

Your moans broke into whimpers, hands tangling in his hair to drag his mouth against yours. The kiss was messy, wet—his teeth catching on your bottom lip, biting just hard enough to make you gasp. He groaned into your mouth, the sound raw, vibrating against your lips as his hips ground into you, his cock still buried deep, stretching you in a way that made it impossible to think. When he pulled back, his eyes were dark, sharp, and unwavering, the firelight carving shadows across the ridges of his face.

“Get up,” he muttered, voice low, rough, the order sending heat licking up your spine.

“What—” you started to protest, your voice breathless, but he was already pulling out, the sudden emptiness making you whimper as your walls clenched involuntarily around nothing. Before you could process it, his hands were gripping your hips, his strength unrelenting as he hauled you up to your feet. Your legs felt weak, trembling under the weight of what he’d already done to you, but he didn’t care. Didn’t give you a moment to steady yourself before he spun you around, pressing your chest hard against the nearest wall.

“I said get up. You heard me,” he growled behind you, his breath hot against the back of your neck as his hands ran down your sides, thumbs digging into the soft flesh of your hips. “Keep those legs spread, baby, don’t make me hold you there.”

The rough wood of the wall scraped against your chest as you obeyed, your hands splaying out in front of you, bracing yourself as his body crowded into yours from behind. You could feel the heat of him—skin to skin, the weight of his cock pressed between your thighs, sliding through your slick folds as he teased you. The sound of it—wet, obscene—filled the heavy air, mixing with the low crackle of the fire and his rough, unsteady breathing.

“You look so fucking hot like this,” he growled, his voice dark and wrecked, every word dripping with hunger. His cock slid against your soaked folds, the head teasing you just enough to make you whimper before he thrust back into you, hard and deep, forcing a sharp cry from your lips. The stretch burned, delicious and devastating, as he set a brutal rhythm, each stroke hitting so deep it left you gasping, your nails scraping uselessly at the rough wood of the cabin wall.

“You hear that?” he murmured, his grip tightening in your hair as he yanked your head back, forcing you to arch against him, his mouth brushing your ear. “You’re dripping down my cock, baby. So greedy.” He tuts, the sound sharp, mocking, as his other hand slid down to your waist, fingers curling roughly into your skin as he slammed into you harder, forcing your body to take every inch, every devastating thrust.

Your nails scraped helplessly against the wood, but your hips pushed back against him, desperate for more, for everything. “You’re so deep—fuck, deeper,” you choked out, your body jolting with each punishing snap of his hips, the pleasure so sharp it felt like too much. “I can feel you everywhere—filling me up. Don’t stop, Jeno—don’t fucking stop.”

His grip tightened as he growled low in your ear, the sound vibrating through you like thunder. “Greedy little thing,” he muttered, each word dripping with dark intent, punctuated by the bruising snap of his hips. “I’ll make sure you can’t walk after this—you’ll feel me for days.” He tugged your head back further, his teeth grazing the shell of your ear before biting down lightly, just enough to make you gasp.

“Is this what you wanted?” he taunted, his voice sharp with amusement, thick with something desperate. “To be fucked against every goddamn surface in this cabin?” His thrusts turned rougher, more relentless, dragging you closer to the edge with every stroke as his breath scorched your skin. “I’m not stopping, baby. Not until you’re begging me—until you can’t take any more.”

Your only response was a broken moan, the feeling of him overwhelming—the stretch, the heat, the sound of him pounding into you reverberating through the cabin. You could hear the fireplace still crackling, the low rumble of his voice whispering filth in your ear: “Taking me so well, baby. Look at you. Dripping down your thighs, begging for more without saying a word. My perfect fucking girl.”

He pulled out again without warning, and before you could catch your breath, he spun you around, manhandling you onto the sturdy wooden table a few feet away. The edge bit into your ass as he hoisted you up, spreading your legs around his hips before sliding back into you in one harsh thrust. You gasped, head falling back as his hands gripped your waist, holding you steady as he fucked into you harder, faster, each stroke pushing you further up the table.

“Jeno—” Your voice trembled, your hands reaching to cling to his shoulders.

He leaned down, teeth nipping at your collarbone before he kissed his way up to your throat, sucking bruises into the soft skin as he groaned against you. “Not done yet,” he muttered, his voice wrecked. “Gonna keep fucking you until you can’t walk tomorrow.”

The table creaked beneath you, the sound loud against the steady crackle of the fire. The snow outside made everything feel muffled, far away, as if the cabin itself was a world apart—nothing but you, Jeno, and the frenzied heat of bodies colliding. His thumb found your clit, rubbing harsh, tight circles that had you crying out again, body arching under him as pleasure coiled sharp and thick in your core.

“Come on, baby,” he urged, his breath hot against your ear. “Come for me. Let me feel it.”

The fire roared as you shattered around him, your orgasm ripping through you in waves that left your thighs trembling and your chest heaving. Jeno groaned, his pace stuttering as he buried himself deep one final time, his hips jerking against yours as he spilled into you, filling you with a warmth that spread through your body, contrasting the ache of the rough wood biting into your skin. His breath hitched, shuddering against your ear as he let himself fall forward, his chest pressing heavily against yours, pinning you to the table. The smell of him—sweat, pine, firewood—invaded your senses, leaving you lightheaded, spent, and yet still wanting more.

The fire crackled louder now, as though mocking the quiet rasp of his breathing. Jeno kissed your neck lazily, lips dragging across the flushed, sensitive skin as he murmured against you, “Don’t think I’m done yet, baby.”

Your body jolted when he shifted, hands sliding under your thighs to lift you from the table as though you weighed nothing. Your legs curled instinctively around his waist, the soft twitch of his cock still inside you making you gasp. He grinned against your shoulder, teeth grazing your skin with a dangerous edge. “Gotta fuck you in that chair by the fire next.”

“Jeno,” you breathed, weakly protesting the overstimulation, but he just hushed you, carrying you with a casual ease to the armchair that sat closest to the fire, its deep brown leather worn and softened by time. He dropped you into it gently, your back hitting the seat with a quiet thud before he knelt down between your legs, his large hands splaying against your inner thighs to spread them wide open.

The firelight caught the sheen of his sweat, the flushed red of his chest, and the dark hunger that lingered in his gaze as he looked at you—all of you, bared and trembling under his stare. You tried to close your legs, suddenly self-conscious under the intensity of it, but his hands tightened, keeping you open.

“Don’t hide from me,” he said, his voice low and hoarse, dripping with authority. He leaned in, pressing a kiss to the inside of your knee, his lips soft and deliberate as he trailed them up—slow, measured—never breaking eye contact. The contrast of his touch against your overstimulated skin made your body jerk, your breath quickening, heat building all over again.

“Too much—” Your voice cracked, trembling, as he kissed the crease of your thigh, the warmth of his breath teasing mercilessly against your slick, aching cunt.

“What?” His tone was almost mocking, but his eyes were dark, focused. “Too much? Thought you wanted this. You’ve been begging for it without saying a word, spreading those pretty legs for me all night. Look at you now.”

His tongue was on you before you could respond—hot, wet, and unrelenting as he licked a long, slow stripe up your slit. You cried out, your hips bucking against his face, but his hands were already gripping your thighs again, forcing you still. He groaned against you, the vibrations adding to the overwhelming pleasure as he buried himself deeper, his tongue swirling expertly over your clit before dipping down to fuck into you.

“You taste so fucking good,” he rasped between kisses, his voice muffled against your cunt. “Could stay down here all night, make you come over and over ‘till you’re crying for me to stop.” His thumb pressed against your clit as he continued, circling in time with the flicks of his tongue, his pace teasing at first before building to something ruthless.

Your head fell back against the chair, your hands tangling in his hair as you moaned shamelessly, the tension in your core twisting tighter with every flick of his tongue, every slow drag that left you gasping for air. “Jeno—oh my god—please,” you begged, your voice breaking, raw and desperate, the words spilling from your lips without shame.

He hummed against you, the low vibration shooting straight through your body, making your thighs tremble where they locked around his shoulders. His tongue pushed you closer—teasing, circling, claiming every inch of you—until you were teetering on the edge, your body tightening, ready to snap. But just as you were about to fall apart, he pulled away abruptly, leaving you trembling, the emptiness a brutal contrast to the unbearable heat he’d built.

“Not yet,” he murmured darkly, his voice rough as he climbed over you, the firelight slashing shadows across his face. His hands bracketed your shoulders, keeping you pinned in place as the hard, heavy length of him pressed back against your entrance, dragging through your slick folds with slow, teasing rolls of his hips. Sensitive and overstimulated, you jerked beneath him, a broken whine slipping from your throat as the tease turned unbearable.

“Now,” you whispered, eyes meeting his, your body arching instinctively to pull him in. The fire behind him burned brighter, its glow highlighting the sharp cut of his jaw, the wildness in his eyes that made him look untouchable—something dangerous and divine all at once.

Jeno leaned in close, his lips brushing against yours as he growled low, each word dark and full of promise. “I’m gonna ruin you, baby. Fuck you till you don’t remember your own name.”

And he did.

He pushed into you slowly this time, deliberately cruel, inch by inch, the stretch sending shockwaves of pleasure and pain through your body. You whimpered into his mouth, the pressure burning as he filled you, his hips finally pressing flush against yours, burying himself to the hilt. He groaned loudly in response, the sound guttural, his forehead falling to yours as he pulled back to watch your face—every gasp, every tremble—as he started to move. Each thrust was slow, deep, calculated, his cock dragging against your walls in a way that left you shaking, fire licking through your veins with every pulse of him inside you.

“Feel that?” he muttered, his voice rough and ragged, his hips snapping forward hard enough to make the chair groan beneath you. “This is mine. You’re mine.” The words poured from him like a confession, his pace quickening, sharp and relentless, leaving you gasping with every devastating thrust. The filthy sounds of skin meeting skin, the wet slide of him driving into you, filled the room, mingling with the harsh breaths he forced from your lungs.

The fire roared beside you, its glow dancing across both of your bodies—your sweat-slicked skin and his broad shoulders, the muscles in his back flexing with every movement. Outside, the cold might as well not exist—this moment, this cabin, was consumed with nothing but him and the way he fucked you, merciless and unyielding, like he needed you to feel him in every inch of your body.

“Come for me again,” he demanded, his voice strained as his hand slipped between you, fingers finding your clit and rubbing harsh, unforgiving circles. “Come all over my cock, baby. Give it to me.”

You shattered at his words, the pleasure ripping through you with a force that left you trembling violently beneath him, your body locking around him, clenching tight. Jeno groaned loudly, his rhythm faltering as he thrust into you harder, faster, chasing his own release. His hips jerked against yours, his breath breaking into a rough moan as he spilled into you, your name slipping from his lips in a way that sounded almost reverent.

For a long moment, the only sounds in the cabin were the soft crackle of the fire and the quiet hum of your breathing, the weight of him pressing you into the worn leather, grounding you. Jeno’s body molded against yours, his face buried in the crook of your neck, lips brushing faint kisses against your skin—soft, lazy, like he couldn’t stop himself even if he tried. His arms curled around you tighter, pulling you close, his chest rising and falling in rhythm with yours as though he’d forgotten where he ended and you began

“You okay?” he murmured eventually, his voice softer now, rough edges smoothed out, his breath warm and tickling your jaw.

You smiled, a soft, blissful curve of your lips, tilting your head just enough to meet his gaze. His eyes flickered open—half-lidded and sleepy—but they crinkled at the edges when you whispered, “Yeah. More than okay.”

Jeno’s mouth curved into the faintest smile, his eyes lingering on yours—soft and golden, glowing with something that made your chest tighten, like he could see every piece of you and hold it gently in his hands. He leaned in, his lips brushing yours with a tenderness that stole your breath, the kiss lingering just long enough to feel like a promise. He pulled back only to close the space again, his mouth barely grazing yours, soft and deliberate, until you let out a quiet, breathless giggle. He smiled against your lips, his own curving wider as if your reaction fed something inside him, his mouth chasing yours with an intimacy that felt endless, his touch light but unrelenting, like he wanted to taste every quiet sound you made.

You shifted beneath him, the ache in your body nothing compared to the simmering heat that still burned low in your belly. Slowly, you rolled your hips up against him, grinding deliberately, feeling him twitch against you, still hard, still ready. His breath hitched, his hands instinctively tightening their hold on your waist. “I could make love with you like this forever,” you whispered, your words dripping with quiet, unrelenting hunger. “You feel too good to stop.”

He chuckled softly, pressing a lazy, lingering kiss to your shoulder, his lips brushing your skin. “Good,” he muttered, the faintest smirk tugging at his mouth as he leaned back, his eyes dark with intent. “’Cause we’ve still got that bed upstairs, baby. And I’m not done with you yet.”

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renjuns-foolscover · 6 months ago

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Lee Jeno who always holds you close, whether you are walking together and he holds you by your waist or you are standing in the kitchen or talking with friends and he would come and hug you from behind and place his chin on your shoulder.

Lee Jeno who would buy matching shirts, rings, necklaces etc for the two of you and proudly show them off whenever somebody asks about them.

Lee Jeno who is so obsessed with how your body feels under his touch that he can't keep his hands on himself whenever you are around him. You two would be making out, and he would travel with his hands your whole body tryung ti discover all of it.

Lee Jeno who sends you little cute animals or a meme that he thinks you would relate to and says 'you'

Lee Jeno who knows you so well and you can't hide anything from him. Are you sad and you don't want to tell him because he is busy and you don't want to burden him? Good luck with that cause he knows when you are faking happiness and when you are genuinely smiling and he won't let it go if he senses you are not doing okay.

Lee Jeno who gets easily jealous when other people are hitting on you and is ready to fight anyone that comes close to you, but is the biggeat sweetheart with you, always sweet and gentle.

Lee Jeno who when you first meet him he is scared that you will take him for a mean person but as you get to know him you unravel his amazing personality.

Lee Jeno who looks at you in shock when you laugh at his jokes so hard, since he is not used to people laughing at the jokes he makes.

Lee Jeno who was so nervous to introduce you to his family and his members and stayed up thinking of all the possible outcomes of the meetings.

Lee Jeno who sends you fit checks and expects your fit checks back. When you do send him what you are wearing he would probably melt at how beautiful you are or want to come to you and undress you immediately.

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dollyhyuckii · 9 days ago

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BROOKLYN’S PRETTY BABY —!⋆୨୧˚ (엔시티 드림)

📞 ⋆୨୧˚ based on brooklyn baby by lana del ray ⋆୨୧˚

in which… in brooklyn’s chaos, jeno adores you, his “pretty baby,” but love blurs who’s in control. — 이제노 x fem!reader ⋆୨୧˚ suggestive /full fic ⋆୨୧˚ wc • 935 pet names such as my baby, pretty baby, pretty girl, baby! made with love by autum ⋆୨୧˚

⋆୨୧˚ authors note- likes and reblogs are always greatly appreciated, everything is in lowercase on purpose, enjoy reading ⋆୨୧˚

the loft is loud with laughter and cigarette smoke, the hum of a pretentious jazz record playing from a beaten up vinyl player in the corner. you sit on the floor by the window, your back against the peeling brick wall, a notebook sprawled open in your lap, your pen hovers over the page, thoughts half formed as you glance around at the crowd.

jeno across the room, leaning against a rusted radiator, his arms crossed and his head tipped slightly to the side. he’s watching you. he always is. you can feel his gaze even when you don’t meet it , heavy and steady, like your the only thing worth noticing in the whole chaotic scene.

“my baby” he calls over the din, a lazy grin spreading across his face as he pushes off the wall and strolls toward you. his voice carries, low and familiar sending a ripple through the group. heads turn, but he doesn’t care. he only had eyes for you

you glanced up at him, raising an eyebrow. “what, jeno?”

he crouches down beside you, his leather jacket creaking softly as he moves “what masterpiece are you working on now, pretty girl?”

“it’s not for you” you said, closing the notebook before he can peek inside. “i don’t expect you to get it”

jeno laughs, and the sound feels warm against your skin. “your so full of it” he plucks the pen from your fingers like it belongs to him and twirls it between his fingers. “but that’s why i like you. you’re my baby, even when you’re acting all untouchable”

you roll your eyes, through you can’t help the small grin tugging at the corners of your lips. jeno always knows how to disarm you, breaking through your carefully crafted armor with a single well placed word or trust.

the night wears on, and the conversation around you blurs into white noise. jeno says by your side, his presence steady and grounding in a way you don’t like to admit. he doesn’t try to join the debates about the art and politics, he just sat there, his arm slung casually over the back of your chair, watching you with that soft look in his eyes.

at some point, his lips find your ear, his voice a low murmur that sends a shiver down your spine. “lets get out of here baby”

you hesitate, glancing around the room. these people, the scene it’s your world, the one you created so carefully. but jeno doesnt belong here, and somehow, neither do you.

“fine” you say, standing and grabbing your jacket. “but only because this place is boring”

he laughs, low and teasing, but he doesn’t argue. instead, he takes your hand, lacing his fingers with yours as he leads you out into the cold brooklyn night.

the city is alive, the streets buzzing with honking cars and the chatter of strangers. neon signs flicker overhead, casting their glow on the slick pavement. jeno walked beside you, his hands warm and steady in yours. he doesn’t ask where you want to go, he just keeps walking, weaving through the chaos like he knows exactly where you’re meant to end up

eventually, the noise fades, and you find yourselves alone on a quiet street, a single street lamp flickering above. jeno leaned against the lamppost, his dark eyes meeting yours in the dim light.

“you think you’re better than everyone in that room” he says, his tone teasing but his gaze serious. “and you are.., but you’re also mine”

you cross your arms, tilting your head. “oh im yours now?”

he steeped closer, his hands finding your waist, pulling you just close enough to feel the warmth of his breath on your skin. “yeah, my pretty baby, you are. even with your big words and your bigger attitude”

you don’t reply, not with words, anyway. instead, you let him kiss you, his lips soft, his touch grounding you. in the moment. jeno has a way of making you feel small and infinite all at once , like your both the queen of the city and the girl who can’t resist the boy who calls her “baby”

when the kiss breaks, he smirks, brushing a strand of hair from your face. “see?, told you”

you scoffed, stepping back but letting your hands linger in his “you’re insufferable”

“and you love it” he says, his grin widening as he tugs you closer again.

maybe you do, but you’d never admit it.

as the two of you wander further down the quiet street, he suddenly stops by a graffiti covered wall. the bright colors and the bold strokes of paint are almost hypnotizing under the streetlights. he pulls you close, resting his chin on top of your head.

“someday, im gonna paint you” he muttered, his voice soft. “something that’ll last forever. you’d look good up there, don’t you think? my pretty baby on ever wall in brooklyn”

you laughed, shaking your head. “you’re delusional, jeno”

“maybe..” he says with a grin, titling you’re face up to meet his gaze. “but you’d love it, don’t lie”

the truth is , you would. you’d love to see yourself up there, to know that even in the chaos of the city, you’d left your mark. for now though, you left jeno to think he’s the dreamer, the artist, the one with the vision

but between the two of you, you know who the real muse is.

and the city?, it can wait. tonight, it’s just you, your boy, and the dream you both keep pretending doesn’t scare you.

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lololololchips · 4 months ago

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can you do the jeno instagram thing you did with mark, hyuck and jaem? it was the cutest thing ever PLSSSS

someone finally asked for my boyfriend🙈🙈🙈

enjoyyyyy hehehe!

Lee Jeno || in which jeno does his own take of a trend…

synopsis: in which jeno does his own take of a trend that shows how he tried to confess to his crush over various instagram stories

playlist:

Jasmine by DPR LIVE

Compass by The Neighborhood

If I Can’t Have You by Shawn Mendes

the perfect pair by beabadoobee

Die With A Smile by Lady Gaga, Bruno Mars

genre:smau, one shot au, friends to lovers, non!idol, fluff

warnings: fem pronouns, cussing, jeno being delulu #twin, and just fluff😞

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jenoddity · 20 days ago

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thatsatricky1 · 3 months ago

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𝐍𝐞𝐰𝐛𝐢𝐞 | Lee Jeno Smau

𝐏𝐚𝐢𝐫𝐢𝐧𝐠: Lee Jeno x F Reader.

𝐖𝐚𝐫𝐧𝐢𝐧𝐠𝐬: Angst?, Cursing, Suggestive, more to be added lol.

𝐆𝐞𝐧𝐫𝐞𝐬: University au, spin on fight club au, social media au; smau, written parts, angst, fluff, slow burn, humour, (one sided) enemies to lovers, hidden identities.

𝐂𝐡𝐚𝐩𝐭𝐞𝐫 𝐜𝐨𝐮𝐧𝐭: 7

𝐑𝐮𝐥𝐞𝐬 𝐨𝐟 𝐍𝐞𝐨 𝐓𝐞𝐜𝐡𝐧𝐨𝐥𝐨𝐠𝐲 𝐂𝐚𝐦𝐩𝐮𝐬:

1. Only grades acceptable are B+ and above.

2. Negative and derogatory wording about Neo is strictly forbidden.

3. Uniforms must be worn exactly as shown in the uniform guide with no alterations.

4. Tardiness won’t be tolerated, there is no excuse for being late.

5. No Female and Male contact is permitted, only during contact sports or circus in circumstances with granted permission.

6. All homework, assignments, projects and school activities must be completed by the set timeline and are compulsory.

7. No outside help is allowed, this includes outside tutors and Ai programs, on campus tutors will be provided with a fee.

If these rules are not upheld, there will be strict consequences such as suspension and/or expulsion. One or more rules could lead to an immediate expulsion if decided by the faculty.

These are the strict guidelines Neo university students must follow without question or backlash through their years at Neo Technology. Failure to comply with said guidelines never ends peacefully. Many students end up leaving Neo Technology in their earlier years in their majors and courses due to Burn out or expulsions.

Those who manage to go through to graduation in their majors/degrees are always guaranteed a good future, having this university campus on one's resume/Cv is an automatic ticket into high end jobs. Previously graduated students have been seen working in higher up positions in multiple different areas. There hasn’t been a recorded failure on Neo Technologies graduated classes so far.

Many students fill out the same requirements that go to Neo Technology, Wealthy family backgrounds, academically well adjusted and above average in multiple areas shown through their previous education and lastly well connected individuals with higher up contacts. With one outlier.

The one student with a scholarship that is picked out every year. AKA the charity case to make the university look fair. However this scholarship is given to a first year, every year in all majors, whether they make it through to graduation is their own hardship. Those who drop or or get expelled will be replaced with a new student in that year they dropped out.

Due to unseen and unfortunate events a scholarship student in their graduation year passed away from ‘natural’ causes, meaning a new scholarship student would be taking their place in the graduating class of 2024 in the business major area and courses.

Many outsiders condemn Neo Technology for their strict ruling and how faintly it seemed to act more like a high school then university due to its strict regulations rather than the relaxed ruling one mostly knows from being a university student on campus. However words and thoughts do nothing to change how Neo Technology continues to move forward with its education agenda.

𝐑𝐮𝐥𝐞𝐬 𝐨𝐟 𝐅𝐢𝐠𝐡𝐭 𝐂𝐥𝐮𝐛:

1. You don’t talk about Fight Club.

2. You do NOT talk about Fight club.

3. If someone says “Stop” or goes limp, taps out, the fight is over.

4. Only two people, to a fight.

5. No Shirts, No shoes.

6. Fights will go on as long as they have to.

7. If this is your first time at Fight Club, you have to fight.

Those were the rules, you don’t follow them you’re out and that doesn’t just mean a simple blacklisting. Fight Club was built from the ground up by people in their 40’s trying to have some excitement brought back into their mundane lives. Though of course as time progressed the younger generations started pouring in to the point the average ages seen in Fight Club were now no longer 40’s but between 20’s-40’s.

If you happen to be an unfortunate soul who wanders into Fight Club, there’s no point in saying be prepared because no newbie is. It doesn’t matter if it's your first and last day there. Rule number Seven always happens. If it’s your first time at Fight Club, you have to fight. It’s not a choice, it's a must.

Profiles 1 | Profiles 2 | Extra

1. All men =🚩

2. Why she kinda 🫦

3. Freak 🫵

4. Homie hopping

5. Hot privileges revoked

6. I got you bbg 💳

7. Neo T student.

More chapters to come…

𝐓𝐚𝐠𝐥𝐢𝐬𝐭: (Comment,message or submit a request to be added to this taglist.)

Oml first smau finally being done 👀 took me forever to decide to actually do it lol, let’s hope this will actually be good 😭 (constructive feedback is always appreciated so if you have any memo’s or notes feel free to tell me!)

Also a little sneak peak into the boys in this one here you go:

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strrykais · 2 months ago

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ᝰ.ᐟ off the record

yn’s hearing aids 🦻

✎ lee yn; when she was at the age of 8 she was in an unfortunate accident that left her fatherless and without her hearing. wanting to keep her father legacy alive she decided to to major in journalism and minor in photography. though she cant hear, and refuses to speak, she hopes that her words can one day touch the heart of those who read them.

✎ lee yn’s private, where she freely speaks and talks about her animal crossing island,

✎ aeri uchinaga; likes to go by the name giselle, was inspired by the drama in gossip girl to major in the world of journalism, nothing better than getting paid to write about people! giselle and yn have been friends since childhood, she even attended sign language classes so she can make sure to her best friend knows all the gossip first hand.

✎ zhong chenle; you would think with the amount of basketball talk he does he would want to go pro, but this game program/design major would rather develop the new NBA 2K26. while looking for giselle, furious about him being featured in her gossip column, he runs into yn (knowing they are best friends) he goes on a whole rant, not knowing yn could not hear him… they became friends right after that.

✎ huang renjun; he met yn completely by accident, while working on his architecture project in a cafe, he noticed you fidgeting around trying to communicate with the barista, he steps in surprising yn when he asks her what she wants in sign. the two sat down and chatted for hours after that.

✎ park jisung; he met yn and giselle in freshman orientation when they got paired up in a team. he thought he fell in love with yn the minute he saw her sign, turns out he just liked the way her hands move to create a language. the next day he immediately went to the counselor office and changed his major to education with a minor in sign language.

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notes: heres the first part of the profiles!! hope you got a little inside look of our main crew! i fear im super excited to start this ☹️😞😞

taglist : @ldh0000 @depressed-hoe2001 @jungaji @thegracerammy @sunghoonsgfreal @jenohyun @jenoleeaesthetic @neozon3nha @dreamiestay @dinonuguaegi @morkleesgirl @skysole @dudekiss3r @bluedbliss @synthwxve @413ktz @mrsjohnnysuh @hyuckies18 @jeonghansshitester @multifandomania @n0hyuck

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ohmygs-blog · 1 year ago

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i love your fake texts sooo much!!! also not to be ✨toxic✨ but i’m obsessed with how obsessed jeno is with y/n, can we please get more texts of him being jealous / possessive / obsessed pretty please - 🍰

jealous bf jeno.

aw thank u bae! hope you love 🫶🫶

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sunshyni · 3 months ago

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sun, você disse que tava aceitando pedidos, então pode fazer algo com jeno ou jaemin te motivando a ir pra academia? (eu mesma tô precisando de motivação 🥲)

DE NOVO NÃO! – Lee Jeno

W.C – 0.4k

☀️ Notinha da Sun – Eu detesto academias KKKKKK Eu sei que é importante, mas eu sinto tanta vergonha KKKKKK Realmente, pra eu frequentar uma, teria que ser com o incentivo de outra pessoa, e pra mim o melhor incentivo seria Jeno garantindo que a gente vai dormir agarradinho depois que a tortura passar KKKKKKK (meu Deus eu tô tão carente que provavelmente cometeria loucuras só pra isso se tornar realidade). Não sei se deu pra perceber, tô meio obcecada por casamento 😐

Boa leitura, docinhos!! 🐾

— Ah não, amor, todo dia você treina, eu não aguento mais, vou enlouquecer — Jeno deixou as chaves do apartamento na mesinha de centro da sala e sentou ao seu lado no sofá, enquanto você se espreguiçava com dificuldade para tirar o cobertor do corpo. — Hoje é dia de perna?

— Sim — você fez uma careta, afundando o rosto no travesseiro. Jeno sorriu e passou a mão pelas suas costas, adentrando a camiseta para sentir sua pele quente. — Mas você sabe que não precisa me acompanhar sempre.

— Agora somos casados. Quero fazer tudo com você — você disse, sentando-se e o abraçando como uma criança carente. Jeno envolveu seus braços ao seu redor, te apertando forte. Felizmente, você já morava naquele abraço, e na casa dele, a figurativa do coração e a de verdade. — Mas confesso que saí do cronograma ontem, não resisti a um quadradinho de chocolate.

Você mostrou o tamanho do chocolate com o dedo indicador e o polegar, e Jeno sorriu.

— Você pode comer o que quiser, amor. Só que em pequenas quantidades — ele acariciou seu rosto e você retribuiu com um beijo leve. Achou que sentiria mais falta da casa dos seus pais, mas estava adorando a liberdade de poder abraçá-lo e beijá-lo em qualquer lugar. Não ter que se despedir parecia um conto de fadas. Naquele momento, sua pele estava maravilhosa, o trabalho ia bem, e Jeno era um ótimo cozinheiro. Definitivamente, a vida monótona perfeita.

— Você não quer... — você envolveu o pescoço dele com os braços, e Jeno descansou a mão na sua cintura, todo ouvidos ao que você ia dizer — Maratonar Harry Potter pela quinta vez desde que nos casamos?

— Você é muito astuta pra ser da Lufa-Lufa — você deu um tapa leve no peito dele, que riu, fazendo você rir também. Amava o som da sua risada e, pra ser sincera, você o amava por completo. — Não vou cair no seu papo de novo.

— Mas tá frio... Acabei de voltar pra casa depois de um dia cansativo, quero ficar agarradinha em você — Jeno sorriu, e você quase subiu no colo dele. Não resistia às roupas de academia; a camisa de compressão o deixava irresistível.

— Vai ser muito mais gostoso ficar agarrada em mim depois de suar um pouquinho — você arqueou uma sobrancelha, insinuante, e Jeno se apressou em corrigir. — Não desse jeito, safada. Ou talvez eu considere, se você vier comigo hoje.

— Tá negociando sexo, senhor Lee? — você perguntou brincando. Jeno te abraçou de novo, incapaz de ficar longe de você por muito tempo.

— Entenda como quiser, senhora Lee — você sorriu, levantando-se do sofá num pulo desajeitado e refazendo o rabo de cavalo de forma mais firme.

— Tá bom, você venceu.

Jeno beijou sua testa, pegou as chaves de casa e segurou sua mão, te conduzindo até a entrada, onde os pares de tênis esportivos estavam organizados. Você deu uma risadinha envergonhada quando ele disse, sem hesitar:

— Prometo que vou te deixar de perna bamba.

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florawrites-blog · 5 months ago

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reality hits harder

You woke up with a start, the remnants of a vivid dream lingering in your mind. In the dream, you and Jeno were dating, sharing moments of laughter, stolen glances, and sweet kisses. It felt so real that for a moment, you believed it was true.

You got ready for the day, a soft smile playing on your lips as you recalled the dream. While making your morning coffee, you could almost hear Jeno’s voice teasing you about your caffeine addiction. On the way to work, you found yourself humming his favorite song, feeling an inexplicable warmth in your chest.

At the company, you were busy organizing Jeno’s schedule, but the dream kept intruding. Every time your phone buzzed, you half-expected it to be a sweet message from him. You even caught yourself thinking about the dream when his favorite snacks needed restocking. Your colleagues noticed your distracted state, but you brushed it off with a laugh, saying you just had a lot on your mind.

When Jeno finally arrived at the office, your heart skipped a beat. You greeted him with your usual professional demeanor, but inside, the dream was still vividly alive. He smiled at you, and for a brief moment, you forgot your place, feeling as if the dream had bled into reality.

As the day went on, you kept recalling small, intimate details from the dream. You remembered how he held your hand, how his eyes softened when he looked at you, and how his laugh made your heart flutter. It was a beautiful dream, and it felt like a painful reminder of something you couldn’t have.

Late in the afternoon, Jeno approached you with a question about his schedule. You answered automatically, your mind elsewhere. He noticed your distraction and frowned slightly.

"Are you okay? You seem a bit out of it today," Jeno asked, concern lacing his voice.

You blinked, snapping out of your reverie. "Oh, I’m fine. Just… had a strange dream last night."

"Must have been some dream to keep you this distracted," he said with a chuckle.

You smiled weakly, feeling a pang of sadness. "Yeah, it was… something."

Jeno nodded, his attention already shifting to the next item on his agenda. As he walked away, you felt a bittersweet ache in your chest. You realized that, no matter how vivid the dream had been, reality was different. You were just his manager, there to help him with his schedules and support his career.

As the day drew to a close, you let out a sigh, the dream finally beginning to fade from your mind. You reminded yourself that dreams were just that—dreams. But as you watched Jeno from across the room, you couldn’t help but wonder, just for a moment, what if.

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hyukura · 8 months ago

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240504 THE DREAM SHOW 3 IN SEOUL

#nct dream #nct #nct jeno #jeno lee #lee jeno #nct lee jeno #nct dream lee jeno #nct dream jeno #jeno #kpop #kpop bg

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macaroni-sly · 9 months ago

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Jeno - NCT DREAM ‘Smoothie’ Jacket & MV Behind the Scenes

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#nctinc #jeno #lee jeno #nct dream jeno #nct dream lee jeno #nct jeno #nct lee jeno #nct dream #nct #gif #jeno gif #lee jeno gif #nct dream jeno gif #nct dream lee jeno gif #nct jeno gif #nct lee jeno gif #nct dream gif #nct gif

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rubyyvonne · 9 months ago

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nct dream as aesthetics

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mark.

late night drives, the scent of roses, blasting music late into the night, the crash of waves, goofy smiles, back hugs, midnight trips to the convenience store for snacks, constant laughter, random rap battles, enemies to lovers, thunderstorms.

renjun.

half full sketch books, scented candles, soft scarves, getting lost in a good book, dreamy smiles, the scent of fresh coffee, golden sunlight shining through the curtains, fresh laundry, forehead kisses, the quiet hum of a guitar.

jeno.

rides on his motor bike, the scent of warm doughnuts, personal hype man, eye smiles, holding hands and swinging them up and down, bubble baths, eskimo kisses, making ceramics on a pottery wheel together, picnics in the forest, tattoos, leather jackets.

haechan.

sunflower fields, mischievous grins, a floral scent, inside jokes, the melody of distant music, pillow fights, breathless laughter, teasing each other 24/7, watching stars appear as the sun sets, cuddling in a ferris wheel, sparkling eyes when he looks at you.

jaemin.

dates by the ocean, peaches, feeling safe and secure when wearing his clothes, picking flowers and having him stick them behind your ear, winking teasingly when making eye contact, passionate kisses, candle lit dinners, friends to lovers.

chenle.

rainy mornings, singing you to sleep, breathless laughter, drive ins, shopping sprees together, watching fireworks, classical piano music, heart to heart conversations at 3am, cuddling with daegul, days at the beach, nose kisses, reading a book to you.

jisung.

running your fingers through his hair, comfortable silence, an empty dance studio, nose scrunches, the scent of bubblegum, shy smiles, running through the city streets at night, his first love, painting each other in an art studio.

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zh0nggucc1 · 1 year ago

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Ridin and Rollin

Paring: Lee Jeno x Fem!reader

Word count: 2k

Content: Jeno and Y/N have a severe dislike for each other and a strong sexual tension. While trying to irritate Y/N, riding on his bike, Jeno gets injured and Y/N hesitantly helps him, taking him back to his apartment to bandage him up.

Warning‼️: NSFW, injury, bike accident, description of blood, cunnilingus, sex, explicit language, mentioning of female genitalia, mentioning of male genitalia, switch(leaning sub)!reader, switch(leaning dom)!Jeno, praise(receiving), riding.

She arched her back, fastening her pace as ecstasy and adrenaline washed over her. She suddenly bucked her hips up, the front wheels of her bike coming up with her, to do a wheelie.

She revved her engine, flaunting the beauty of the lump of navy blue metal below her.

The night was young, so young hints of yellow, red and orange still remained scattered, mesmerisingly, throughout the sky.

The cotton candy clouds stood proudly, knowing there was an audience of humans that envied its beauty.

The sound of revving echoed behind her. Instantly knowing who it was, she rolled her eyes in annoyance and sped up holding a stern expression.

She felt the vibrations of the revving from behind her getting closer. She cursed under her breath, clenching her teeth.

Soon enough the neon green bike caught up, a little too close for comfort to the side of her precious bike.

a sharp corner was coming up and the neon bike was nearing closer and closer, dangerously closer.

“FUCK OFF LEE JENO!” She yelled, her blood boiling from just having to mention his name.

He smirked through his helmet, deliberately getting closer to anger her even more.

Being too focused on her temper, he didn’t even notice the sharp turn. Her bike swerved, quickly, scratching it by knocking him off of his.

The sound of metal scratching caused her to come to a halt. She hopped off of her bike, observing the damage. “For fucks sake..” she muttered, approaching the injured man, whose bike looked worse than him.

She straddled him lifting his helmet off with force. His face was untouched, for now.

“You little bitch! You scratched my bike!” She slapped him across the cheek. He winced at the stinging sensation.

“Is that all you got? a silly little bitch sla-“ Before he could finish, her knuckles met his nose, resulting in a familiar crimson liquid gushing out.

“Shit!” He cursed, holding his nose trying to prevent the blood from oozing out. She smirked, satisfied with her work. “Not so much of a silly little bitch slap anymore is it?”

She got up, hopping back onto her bike. “So you’re just going to leave me after doing that?!” He raised his voice. She scoffed “Well duh, What does it look like?”

“Come on, pretty please? just let me ride on the back of your bike, my bike is clearly fucked and so am I by the looks of things, i’m asking you as a friend, not as an oppone-“ She cut him off.

“Gosh you talk way too much, if I let you get on will you shut the fuck up.” He nodded, vigorously. She sighed. “Fine.”

He limped over to her bike, His leg clearly injured. He hopped on, wrapping his arms securely around her waist.

She gulped, feeling how close he was to her. His crotch was touching her bottom. This wasn’t supposed to feel inappropriate at all but to her it felt like it. There was too much sexual tension.

“Are you going to start riding or not?” He spoke, her cheeks turning a light shade of pink. She began to move the bike, at last, snapping out of her, not so appropriate daydream.

She sped through the streets, passing the limit, using the speed to distract herself from the inappropriate thoughts, but nothing could erase them completely.

Little did she know the same thing was on his mind and had been for a very long time. He tried so hard not to think such unholy thoughts while her ass was forced against his almost erect cock.

He was trying so hard to hide it but how could he when her ass was pressed against it.

“Can we stop at my apartment? it’s just over there, I need to get my first aid kit.”

“Sure whatever.” She said focusing on the road.

Soon enough, she had reached the apartment complex. She stopped outside.

“You going or what?” She asked, with attitude. “Can you help me? I hurt my leg.” She sighed and got off her bike.

He put his arm over her shoulder resting on her as she struggled to help him walk into the apartment complex.

“You’re so heavy what the fuck?” She said, helping him into the elevator. “It’s muscle.” She rolled her eyes. “yeah yeah whatever.”

They reached his apartment and he put the key into his door, twisting it open. She helped him walk through the door, noticing how clean and luxurious his apartment was. He must’ve robbed a bank for that. There was even a beautiful view of the city. That must’ve been expensive.

She brought him to the sink so he could wash the dried blood from his nose.

After that, sat himself on the counter. “Can you grab the first aid kid from that drawer?” He pointed at the correct drawer and she opened it taking out the kit.

He lifted up the great cargos he was wearing, revealing an extremely bruised knee. “Be a dear and bandage it up for me?” He smiled, innocently.

She sighed. “For fucks sake fine but you owe me, got it?” He nodded.

she took out a long white bandage, kneeling in front of him. In a different context this would sound very unholy. She was almost face to face with his crotch, causing her cheeks to redden. She tried to ignore it, delicately wrapping the bandage around his knee. It looked like she knew what she was doing.

He was flustered, seeing her kneel down in front of him. All he could think of was how beautiful her lips would look wrapped around his dick. A bulge was growing in his pants.

She noticed it but she acted like she didn’t. she gulped, the sexual tension quickly building up.

She finished wrapping the bandage around his knee and got back up. “There, all done, we can go now.” She said, making her way to the door.

Before she could go any further, she felt a tight grasp around her wrist, halting her movement.

He pulled her back, grabbing her hips so she could stand in between his legs.

He grabbed her by the top of her shirt, smashing his lips against hers. In shock, she stood frozen. Eventually she began to move her lips in sync with his, wrapping her arms around his neck.

He slid himself off of the counter, his erection poking her lower stomach through his cargos.

He led her to the bedroom, not breaking away from the kiss. she pushed him down onto the bed, straddling him. She was just as needy as he was.

She rolled her hips against his clothed erection, letting out heavy breaths into the kiss as he let out small groans.

He switched their places, him now on top. He left gentle yet sloppy kisses down from her lips to her collar bones. “Let me know if you want me to stop.” He said. She nodded in reply. He then pulled her shirt off, her bra, hiding her breasts. He swiftly in clipped her bra, kissing down to her breast. He gently sucked her nipples, causing her to squirm and whimper under him. He went back to kissing her neck, sucking onto the skin, determined to leave a trail of purple mark.

Happy with his work of art, he moved down to her stomach, leaving delicate pecks. He took her sweatpants off, revealing a lacy thong. His eyes darkened in hunger as his mouth watered, anticipating his meal.

He pulled off her panties with his teeth. He then spat on her wet womanhood, making it easier for him to slide his long tongue through her folds. She wrapped her thighs around his head, keeping him in place.

He rapidly licked her clitoris, causing her to let out heavy breaths. She arched her back, her face contorting in pleasure. He stuck his tongue through her entrance, using his fingers to rub her clit.

“Fuck~” She moaned out, tightly gripping her bottom lip with her teeth.

He smirked against her, happy with the reaction he was getting. He moved his tongue in and out of her at a faster pace, his fingers rubbing her sensitive spot also moving faster.

He was good at what he was doing, too good. In fact, good would be an understatement.

Beads of sweat began to drip from her forehead and this was just the start.

He gave her womanhood one last gentle kiss before bringing himself back up to meet her other lips. He began to unbutton his cargos, pulling them down to his ankles.

He also threw his shirt over his head, revealing his perfectly toned abs with scars all over them, he was a criminal of course so it was expected.

She stared in awe at his body, wanting to devour it immediately.

She hastily switched them around, sitting on his clothed erection, it felt huge. She pulled his boxers down, his hard cock immediately bouncing out onto his stomach. As expected, it was huge with veins pulsing all the way up to the tip, where precum oozed out. It was not only long, but it was girthy too. It would definitely take some getting used to. She couldn’t even fully wrap her hand around it, it was that girthy.

She felt fearful yet anticipated at the same time. She knew she would be left bedridden the second he pulled out but she was so desperate to have him inside of her already.

“Like what you see, babe?” He said, snapping her out of her thoughts. She looked away, her cheeks reddening.

“If you like the way it looks now, then u would love the way it would look inside of you.” He smirked and with with she smashed her lips against his, tracing her fingers over his scars.

While kissing her, he grabbed an XL condom from his dresser, breaking away from the kiss, he used his teeth to rip open the packet, sliding the condom onto his length. He threw the packet in the bin, beside his bed, reconnecting their lips.

He bit her bottom lip, sliding his tongue into her mouth, hungrily. Their tongues clashed together at war.

Soon enough, she began to lower herself onto his length, sliding the tip in. She felt a breathy moan leave her lips, into the kiss, as she did so. She slid herself further and further onto him until he was fully inside of her. He let out a deep groan, feeling her tightness around his cock.

When she finally adjusted, she began to slowly move up and down, letting out ungodly sounds. The sounds leaving his mouth weren’t any better. He sounded like an angel but the reasons for those sounds weren’t holy.

She began to speed up, bouncing up and down on his length, loud moans passing through her lips.

“Fuck, you look so good bouncing on my dick like that~” He groaned, gripping her ass so hard it would probably leave marks.

He moved his hands to her hips, guiding her as she continued to roll her hips.

He switched them over, now it was him on top. He threw her legs over his head, ramming into her like she was the last human on Earth. He let out growls, hunger and lust consuming him.

The sound of skin clapping, moans and groans filled the room. The neighbours could probably hear it.

“You take me so well, baby~” He moaned out, his eyes rolling back. He felt her clench around him, knowing she was close.

“Cum for me, baby~” He spoke, thrusting a few more times until she creamed. The clenching causing him to release shortly after.

He pulled out, sliding the condom off, tying it and throwing it in the trash.

He plopped himself beside her, breathing heavily.

“I can’t believe we just did that.” She said, processing it.

“We should do it again sometime.” He flirted, looking her in the eyes, laying on his side.

“I don’t think so, pretty boy.”

A/N: Hope you all enjoyed my first post, please give me your opinions! criticism is okay!! and if you have any requests I would love to take them, thank you for reading!!

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