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huangrens · 3 years ago

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tell me you hate me | lee jeno [M]

summary ⇾ after more than a year of being acquainted with your brother's circle of friends, you've grown relatively close to all but one—lee jeno. your brother, mark, seems to be incapable of giving you a clear answer as to why jeno seems to despise you so much, but you want to know, and you're determined to find out. it's a snowy night, you're all gathered in a winter cabin, what better time than now to set out and find some answers?

PAIRING // lee jeno x fem!reader

GENRE // explicit smut, some angst, almost no fluff, brother!mark, quiet!jeno🥺and pushy!mc oops

WARNING // 18+, explicit sexual content, unprotected sex, vaginal sex, fingering, dirty talk, creampie, oral sex (f receiving), handjob, jeno puts his hand over mc's mouth kinda situation, consent isn't specifically stated but there is non-verbal consent & everything is consented ok, alcohol consumption, degradation(?), a spank or two

WORD COUNT // 9.3k

AUTHOR'S NOTE // so, i genuinely thought i wasn't going to ever finish writing this, but here we are lmao,, this was a wild ride, a crazy wild ride, took so long to write too damn. oh and song rec for this one is ride by damaged, no lie that song got me through this fic

The first time you met Jeno Lee, he stood at your front door, smiling endearingly down at you as he asked for your brother. The weather had been pleasant that time of the year. Brown leaves littered the grass of your front yard, getting swept up by the gentle autumn breeze as you stared at the beautiful boy in front of you.

"Oh, hi... um, Mark's upstairs," you had managed to say.

Winter, spring, summer and autumn have all passed since then, and here you are now, back to winter, your least favourite time of the year. Your brother, Mark, has managed to convince you to spend the weekend at the winter cabin your parents owned in the outskirts of town. It's a nice change of scenery from your tiny college dorm, sure, but you're not sure why he brought you when his friends have plans to sleepover anyway.

After more than a year of being acquainted with Mark's circle of friends, you've grown relatively close to all but one—Lee Jeno. Initially, you had thought befriending Jeno would be easy, fooled by his lovely smile that turned his eyes into small crescents. You hadn't realised friendship works both ways, and Jeno made it clear from the start that he didn't want anything to do with you. At this point, even you aren't sure of your relationship with him. Does he consider you a friend at all?

Mark never gives you a straightforward answer whenever you ask him about Jeno, leaving you to assume that perhaps he simply doesn't like you. Sometimes you wonder what it is about you he can't stand.

"Shit, Mark, how come you didn't invite us here last winter? This place is dope."

You hear Haechan's distinct voice downstairs, along with the sound of the front door closing. Your brother says something you can't hear from where you're sitting in your bedroom, but you tune it out to focus on the assignment papers laid out on the desk in front of you.

It's Friday evening, and the last thing you want to do is work on your assignment, but it's due by Monday, and you'd much rather finish it first than risk handing it in late.

An hour later, most of Mark's friends have arrived, and you're halfway done with your assignment. The sun is beginning to set, and your stomach is starting to growl, signifying just how hungry you are.

You consider going downstairs and grabbing some food from the kitchen, but that would mean you'd be in direct view of Mark and his friends in the living room, and you're not entirely sure you have the willpower to go back upstairs and continue your work when you could be hanging out with them instead. Either that or you're just anxious at the thought of seeing Jeno.

When you eventually become too hungry to continue working, you start to make your way downstairs, hoping you'd be able to slip past the group of rowdy boys unnoticed. Unfortunately for you, Haechan chooses the worse time to ask about your whereabouts. You stand frozen on the landing of the stairs, fully visible to the group of boys huddled on the couch in front of the fireplace.

"Speaking of the devil..." Chenle mumbles, motioning to you with his chin.

Everyone's looking your way, including the one person you were very much hoping to avoid. It's only when Mark is asking whether you're okay that you finally find yourself able to move again. Jeno doesn't meet your eyes, busying himself with drinking from his can of beer as all his other friends greet you.

"You done studying?" Mark asks you as you walk to the kitchen.

"Almost. I think I might just call it a night."

"There's pizza on the counter if you're hungry."

"You were fucking studying the whole time we were down here?" Haechan speaks up, turning over to look at you from over the couch.

"Yeah, the sooner I get it done, the better."

Renjun snickers. "Some people actually take their studies seriously, Haechan. You're just not one of them."

"Pfft, I was just complimenting her for being such a good girl."

Mark chokes on his beer at that, eyeing Haechan with mild disgust. "Dude, are you drunk from two cans of beer? Don't... don't call my sister that again, please."

"Seriously, I've been pushing the 'Haechan is a lightweight' agenda for a whole year now," Renjun chimes in, sipping on his own beer.

"Oh, like you handle alcohol better than me. Who was it that clogged our dorm toilet with their vomit after 5 shots?"

"I drank way more than 5 shots, and you would've seen if only you didn't spend half the time getting a shitty blowjob in the bathroom."

"You're still jealous about that?"

Jaemin, the quietest out of them all, is silently watching the situation unfold while nursing a bottle of citrus beer in his hand. He's smiling, seemingly amused, such a stark contrast to Jeno, who sits beside him with a frown and an uneasy look on his face.

Haechan is still bickering with Renjun, and the other boys' laughter can be heard from where you stand behind the counter, all except Jeno's. It's irritating how much a person can bother you so much without even trying to.

"Dude, Marky..." Haechan drawls. "Your sister likes it when I tease her. Besides, isn't she so cute whenever her face goes bright red?"

"She's not interested. Just leave it, man."

Haechan scoffs. "Oh? And how do you know she's not interested?"

"Cause it's been over a year, and she would've told you by now. Can you please just drop this? Out of everyone in the world, you just have to hit on my sister?"

"Haechan hits on anything with a pair of boobs," Jaemin comments under his breath.

"Yah! That's not true! Jeno, tell him that's not true."

The mention of Jeno's name have you perking up, and you discreetly glance up. He looks just as unamused as he had been before. You curiously wait for his answer while chewing away on a slice of the cold sausage pizza.

"I think you're interested in her," Jeno says.

You can't help the fluttering of your stomach when he speaks, but your eyes widen when you finally comprehend his words.

"What!" Haechan shouts, and Jisung scolds him for being so loud. "That's not... what the fuck, Jeno? I thought you were supposed to be on my side."

Chenle calls your name, gaining your attention. "Do you think Haechan's interested in you?"

The pizza in your mouth suddenly tastes bitter at the question, and you almost choke when you glance at Jeno, only to see him already looking at you. He quickly averts his eyes when you make eye contact.

"Um... no, he's just messing around, I'm sure."

Haechan lets out a sigh of relief. "See? Even she knows I'm not being serious."

Chenle doesn't seem satisfied with your answer. "Are you interested in him?"

You can tell Mark desperately wants to cut this conversation short, but you see the curiosity in his eyes when Chenle asks the question. "No. I'm... interested in someone else."

"Is this someone in this room?" Haechan asks.

The other boys are giving him disapproving looks, but they wait for your answer nonetheless. Jeno's the only one who doesn't seem the least bit interested. "What's it to you?"

Haechan laughs, catching the other by surprise. "Shit. So it's one of you guys. Did you hear that, Jisung? She could have a crush on you."

Mark's eyes bulge, looking at you with bewilderment. "Dude, seriously?"

"I never said yes," you grumble as you start climbing up the stairs to go back into the comfort of your bedroom.

Haechan grins. "You didn't say no either."

Through a game of rock, paper, scissors, each of Mark's friends are assigned to either sleep in Mark's bedroom, the spare bedroom, or the couch downstairs. Jisung cheers when he realises he will be sharing a bed with Mark. The spare bedroom only fits two people at most—Jaemin and Haechan manage to claim that room. That leaves Jeno, Renjun and Chenle to sleep on the couches in the living room downstairs.

The boys have—for some reason—moved from the living room to your bedroom without any prior notice, wreaking havoc on your plans of sleeping early. You're not entirely sure how they convinced your brother to agree to this plan. You can only watch as each of them fill the room one by one, some sitting alongside you on the bed and some plopping down onto the carpeted floor.

You're drinking from the can of beer Haechan has forced into your hand, much to Mark's dismay. Mark's friends are unruly and lively, and they don't fail to pull a few hearty laughs out of you. Every few minutes, you find your eyes straying to the boy sitting the furthest away from you, wondering whether he's trying to think of ways to get out of your bedroom without raising any suspicion.

As the night progresses, Mark is the first to retire to his own bedroom, visibly worn out and slightly tipsy. Jisung follows after him. Just as you expect, it doesn't take long for Jeno to also leave, departing with a quiet 'goodnight' and nothing more.

Jaemin and Haechan stay a little longer, watching Chenle and Renjun try to prove which one of them can consume more beer in the shortest amount of time. There comes a point when you realise it's unlikely either of them will be able to stand on their own, let alone make their way downstairs to the couch in one piece.

That's how you end up with two intoxicated boys asleep on your bedroom floor with their limbs tangled and beer cans strewn all over the ground. Jaemin and Haechan grab the blanket and pillows from the couches downstairs, making sure Chenle and Renjun are as warm and comfortable as they can be on the floor before leaving to go to the guest room.

You lie awake late into the night, staring at the ceiling of your bedroom, willing yourself to go to sleep. But no matter how hard you try, no matter how long you close your eyes, sleep just won't come.

The fatigue is just starting to wash over you, and you think you finally have the chance to fall asleep, but a sudden snore has you snapping your eyes open and looking in the direction of the ground. Chenle has moved to sleep on his side, and the drool trickling down his cheek is seeping into the pillow, staining it.

You sit up, glaring at his sleeping figure. When he lets out another loud snore, you debate about whether to try to wake him up or try to tune him out. You know the latter won't happen when his snore seems to become louder each time, reaching a volume so loud you're afraid the whole house will eventually wake up.

He doesn't wake up when you call out his name. He doesn't even budge when you gently nudge him on the ribs with your foot. You didn't know somebody could become so wasted from drinking a few cans of beer.

With a tired grumble, you slip out of bed, carefully stepping over the two boys on the floor before exiting the room. Peering down over the railing, you can see the dim glow of the night lamp coming from the living room. From your angle, you're unable to see Jeno on the couch, and you grow even more curious as to whether he's already asleep.

After some careful thinking, you decide that it would be impossible to go back to sleep without sating your curiosity first, so you hesitantly make your way downstairs. If Jeno happens to be awake, you could always use the excuse of wanting to grab a glass of water from the kitchen, although you doubt he would even ask you in the first place.

It has always been an unspoken rule between you and Jeno that neither of you is to do small talk with each other. You don't know when or how it started, neither do you know who initiated it first. The others have noticed, of course, but they've stopped pointing it out long ago, likely coming to the conclusion that you and Jeno simply don't get along.

The moment you reach the bottom of the steps, you make a beeline to the kitchen, heart racing as you grab a glass from the pantry, filling it up with some water. As you wait for it to fill, you risk a glance towards the living room, startled to see Jeno's side profile as he leans back on the couch, face illuminated with the light from his phone screen.

You've acquired the answer to your question rather quickly, and if you were any less nosy, you would simply go up the stairs to return to your bedroom. But a tiny part of you is telling you to wait and take this chance to talk to Jeno.

You'll admit, it takes you at least half a minute of sipping mindlessly on your glass of water to finally gather the courage to walk into the living room. Like always, Jeno barely acknowledges your presence as you sit on the couch across from him. The room's colder now that the fireplace isn't lit, but your face feels warm anyway from the anticipation of having a proper conversation with Jeno for once.

There's tension in the air as soon as you sit down, but Jeno still refuses to meet your eyes, keeping his gaze trained on the phone on his lap. "Couldn't sleep?" you mumble, flashing a small smile when Jeno looks up.

"Something like that," he merely replies before going back to look at his phone.

You're quickly regretting your idea of trying to mend your friendship with Jeno—if there was any friendship, to begin with. If he doesn't want to be friends, the least he can do is give you the reason why. Well, perhaps he doesn't owe you an explanation at all, but you think you deserve it after having known him for at least a year.

The more you look at Jeno, the more you realise how beautiful he really is—the delicate slope of his nose, the curve of his lips and the beauty mark under his eye. Jeno has always been attractive, you suppose, but you've never really dared to look at him long enough to really drink in his features.

"Chenle snores really loud," you remark, testing the waters, wanting to slowly ease into a conversation before dropping the big question.

He hums, nodding. "Does he?" The way he says it is nonchalant, and you find your patience wearing thin as he scrolls on his phone without any regard to you.

"I'm sorry you have to sleep down here by yourself. I tried waking Chenle and Renjun up, but-"

"It's fine." His answer is curt and to the point, and you don't miss the small sigh he releases as he tosses his phone to the side. "I'm getting sleepy. You should go back upstairs."

You are seldom angry, but the way he dismisses you so casually have you seeing red. "Why do you hate me so much?"

Jeno's unfolding the blanket, starting to shift down the couch to lie down on his back, but he ceases his action when he hears your question. He sits up, looking to the side to finally meet your eyes for once. "What did you just say?"

You sigh, setting your glass of water down on the coffee table once you realise how shaky your hands have become. "I don't have a problem with you hating me, but I just wanna know why."

You wish you didn't sound so vulnerable, but it's starting to dawn on you that you're finally confronting Jeno, and you have no idea how he's going to react. You'd like to think that you're prepared for whatever he has to say about you, but you'd only be deceiving yourself. You're terrified his confession might just cut you deep and leave you regretting even asking in the first place.

You're beginning to wonder whether you should just stand up and walk away, leaving Jeno alone to sleep in peace. Maybe someday you'll have the courage to ask him again.

"I don't know how you came to that conclusion," Jeno says, once again avoiding your eyes.

"You're always treating me like I'm invisible."

He shakes his head. "I'm like this with everyone."

"You know that's not true."

With a sigh, Jeno stands from the couch, saying nothing as he walks to the kitchen, leaving you to stare at him incredulously from where you're sitting. You should be used to Jeno's apathetic ways by now, but tonight, his blatant ignorance is stirring the pent up irritation you've been holding in for more than a year.

"Why won't you just tell me the reason why?"

"Agh, just drop it, won't you? It's way too late to have this conversation."

"I get along just fine with the others, but you-"

"Fuck, it's not about you, okay?"

"Then why won't you talk to me?"

Jeno opens his mouth to say something, and you eagerly anticipate what he's going to say. Much to your dismay, he snaps his mouth closed and shakes his head as if to get rid of the thoughts plaguing his mind.

"What are you doing?" you mumble when he returns back to the couch, lying down and draping the blanket over himself.

"What does it look like I'm doing?" He reaches over the arm of the couch, switching off the night lamp. The light from the kitchen is the only source of light on the first floor now.

You know Jeno's not going to give in if you keep pushing this way, but you're not about to give up. With a small sigh, you lower yourself down on the couch, lying down parallel to Jeno. It doesn't take you long to comprehend just how cold it is in the living room. But still, you think you would rather go to sleep freezing than go back into your room and have to listen to Chenle's snoring all night.

You know you're going to wake up shivering the next morning, with aching muscles and numb fingers, but you're hoping that maybe—just maybe—this is going to earn some sympathy from Jeno. Maybe he'll take pity on you and stop being so cold, although you know the chances of that happening is very slim.

In an attempt to warm yourself up, you tuck your hands underneath your head and curl your legs, hoping you'll fall asleep before the idea of grabbing your trusty blanket from your bedroom becomes too enticing to ignore. Grabbing your blanket would only mean you would wake up snug and warm, and that would ruin your absurd plan of trying to gain Jeno's pity.

You manage to fall in and out of sleep, waking up once in a while to your teeth chattering and a mild headache that's gradually spreading to your temple. It's pathetic what you're willing to do for somebody who hasn't shown you even an ounce of kindness, but you think it's worth it if the person is Lee Jeno.

You're not sure how many hours have passed when you awaken once again to light footsteps coming down the stairs. With your eyes still closed, you can only assume it's one of the boys coming down to grab something from the kitchen. However, you're left puzzled when the person starts approaching you, stopping by the side of your couch.

Your heart is racing, both curious and slightly terrified of who it is and what they're doing standing by your couch. For a few seconds, the only thing you can hear in the room is your breathing, but then you hear the person start to move.

You smell their scent first, a whiff of something earthy and fresh—cedarwood and green apple mint. It's Jeno, you're sure.

Then comes the weight of a blanket on top of you, and you almost sigh in relief when the heat envelopes you. It's bliss, and goosebumps rise along your arm at the feeling of the much-needed heat. The unanticipated comfort is quickly lulling you to sleep, but you instantly awaken when you feel a soft touch on your cheek. It's so soft, you almost mistake it for a breeze.

Jeno retracts his hand as soon as your eyes flutter open, meeting his dark ones. You see him curl his hand into a fist by his side—as if your skin has burned the pads of his fingers and he regrets ever coming too close.

Perhaps you should feel afraid with Jeno's broad figure looming over you on the couch, but all you can comprehend is the smell of his cologne and the way it leaves you feeling heady. He's so close that you can almost taste a hint of his perfume on your tongue.

Jeno wordlessly spins on his heels, ready to go back to the other side of the room, and you snap out of your momentary haze, scrambling up into a sitting position. Thankfully, he doesn't pull away when your hand wraps around his arm, tugging, practically begging him not to leave.

He doesn't look at you at first, keeping his head turned away from you. It isn't until you mumble his name under your breath that he finally turns. Reluctantly, he walks back closer to you, swallowing hard when you tilt your head up just to look at him.

Jeno has always been quiet, you think, but not like this, never like this. You don't let go of his arm as you rise up onto your knees on the couch, afraid he might bolt away from you at any moment.

The blanket that was once draped over you falls from your body. You don't quite reach Jeno's height as you kneel on the couch, so you reach up to grab at his shoulder with your free hand.

Jeno still doesn't speak as you draw him closer, stopping when your faces are so close that you're breathing in each other's air. You're terrified, heart beating so fast in your chest you're afraid it might break through your ribcage. But you know if you don't do this now, you might never get the chance to ever get this close to breaking Jeno's resolve ever again.

Perhaps it's the fact that you're alone in the same room for once, or maybe because the both of you are groggy from the lack of sleep, but neither of you makes a move to pull away. This, it feels right. To be so close to Jeno feels right, and you'd be a damn fool to back out now.

"Jeno," you whisper, fingers digging into his shoulder, dizzy at the proximity.

He catches you by surprise, leaning down to capture your lips with his. You gasp into his mouth, almost toppling backward onto the couch if not for one of his arms around your waist. It's exhilarating—the pent up yearning and hunger accumulating over the past year finally released in the form of a heated kiss.

You feel the fire in your belly, blazing fiery, burning you from the inside out. Only Jeno can quench the flames. With every flick of his tongue against yours, you feel yourself being consumed, head filled with nothing but thoughts of Jeno burying himself inside of you.

You let go of his arm and shoulder, pulling on the hem of his shirt, hinting at him to take it off. Jeno pulls back, complying with your request. The darkness limits your ability to see, but you don't let that stop you from touching him, relishing the way the firm plane of his chest feels underneath your palms.

Jeno hisses when you scratch your nails down the ridges of his abs, marking him, hoping he'll see it in the morning and be reminded of you. But with the way he's kissing you now, you'd think he has thought about your lips countless times before and is now savouring what he had thought would only ever be a fantasy.

"Fuck..." Jeno mumbles as he leans his forehead against yours.

"What's wrong?"

He sighs heavily. "We shouldn't be doing this."

Shaking your head, you tilt your head to kiss him again, but he backs away before you can, leaving you to look up at him confused. "What is it? Why are you always pushing me away?"

Scoffing, he pulls away from you completely, retreating, building his walls back up. Just when you thought you had him, he breaks away. "This is exactly what I was trying to avoid."

You stand up just as he sits down on the other couch, arms resting on his knees as he leans forward. His head hangs forward, silky hair falling over his face. You approach quietly, standing in front of his hunched figure.

He flinches when you bring your fingers over the back of his neck, down to his upper spine. His skin is warm and soft, and the muscles of his back flex as you continue touching him.

"What are you so afraid of, Jeno?" you whisper, cupping his cheeks so you can tilt his head up. You step closer until you're standing between his legs. Jeno doesn't protest, seemingly under a spell as you urge him to lean back. "Why are you trying to fight it? Just let me in."

His hands grip your waist as you lower yourself down to straddle him, never breaking eye contact. You move slowly, not wanting to scare Jeno into retreating from you again. This is your last chance, you're sure of it.

He's about to speak, but you don't let him, wrapping your arms around his neck and dipping down to smash your lips against his. The groan that rumbles deep in his chest has you instinctively bucking your hips, clothed heat meeting the hardening bulge under his sweatpants. A spark courses through you at the stimulation, breaking away from Jeno to let out a quiet whimper.

Jeno's eyes widen at the soft noise you let out, heart palpitating and pupils dilating. He latches his mouth onto your neck, sucking harshly with the clear intent of leaving marks.

"Fuck, Jeno..." You inhale sharply when his hand reaches underneath your sweater, cupping your breast. His thumb grazes your hardened nipple as he trails kisses over your jaw, goosebumps erupting all over your body at the coolness of his hand against your burning skin.

"Take it off," Jeno mutters against your cheek, hot breath dampening the skin.

You don't hesitate to pull your sweater over your head, leaving your torso bare for the man in front of you. You shiver as the cold air of the room engulfs you, but it's quickly forgotten as soon as you feel Jeno's mouth around your nipple, suckling, biting, tugging, leaving you a squirming mess on his lap.

"Jeno..."

He hums, tongue trailing up the valley of your breasts, leaving behind a wet patch of skin. He turns to your other breast, licking over the plush flesh before encasing his mouth around the stiff bud.

You exhale a breath, burying your fingers into his tousled hair, pulling him closer to you, basking in the attention he's giving you. You had never expected to spend the night with Jeno like this, but you'd be lying if you said you've never daydreamed of being in this exact position before.

When Jeno suddenly pushes a hand into your pants, you're suddenly reminded of what you came down here for in the first place. "Jeno," you start, finding it so hard to talk when he's touching you, tracing a finger up and down your slit through the soaked fabric of your panties. "Want you to tell me the reason..."

Jeno's grip on your waist tightens, either a warning or an encouragement for you to continue speaking, you don't know. You don't think much about it, though, adamant about finishing your sentence even when you're struggling to conjure up any coherent word.

"Tell me—unghh—why you hate me..."

Jeno doesn't reply and instead tugs the crotch of your panties to the side before pressing a finger inside your hole, catching you off guard. "S-Shit, ohh, Jeno.."

"Shh, stay quiet unless you want the others to hear, princess."

The combination of the pet name and the way he curls his finger inside of you has you choking on air and kissing him as if he's your only source of oxygen. "Don't stop, Jeno, please," you say in between kisses, eyebrows stitching together when you feel him insert another finger, stretching you out.

The room that was once nothing but uninviting and cold feels so much hotter now, almost suffocating. It's difficult to even breathe, chest tightening every time Jeno hooks his fingers, pads stroking over the spot that makes your thighs tremble in anticipation.

"R-Right there. O-Oh... feels so good." You start lifting your hips, only to drop back down, matching the pace of Jeno's fingers. The stretch burns, but the pain only spurs the building pleasure.

"So pretty," Jeno mutters before kissing you hard, teeth digging into your lower lip before his tongue licks over it to soothe the swollen skin. "Gonna need you to cum for me. Can you do that?"

You nod, eyes shutting as he picks up speed, driving his fingers into you faster. The squelching noise between your legs fills the room. It's lewd, and you're afraid somebody from the second floor will hear, but the thought of somebody coming down to see you on top of Jeno with his digits buried inside your pussy only serves to turn you on even more.

His thumb catches onto your clit, unmoving, only pressing, putting pressure on the sensitive bundle of nerves. Jeno glares up at you when you moan a little too loudly, moving his hand from your waist down to your ass, squeezing harshly. "Not too loud, princess."

You know being quiet will be near impossible when Jeno is toying with your pussy like this, stretching you out and scissoring his fingers as though he knows his way around your body more than you do. When you cum, you bury your face into his neck, panting, gasping as you cream around his fingers, hips jerking forward, trying to prolong your orgasm.

You reluctantly lift your head from Jeno's shoulder when you hear him groan, only to see his fingers in his mouth, licking up the remnants of your cum. The gesture sends you into a frenzy, pussy spasming, begging to be filled by his cock. You rush to stand up, knees buckling slightly as you shimmy out of your pants.

Jeno turns you around before you can tug off your panties, hands massaging your ass, prying it apart. "Please, Jeno, need you now," you blurt out, thighs squeezing together, seeking some much-needed friction.

"You'll have me, just a little longer," he says offhandedly, thumb pressing into your rim through your panties, causing you to dart forward, trying to get away from the unfamiliar feeling. You don't get far before Jeno's hands are on your thighs, drawing you back a little too roughly.

You cry out his name in surprise, and he clicks his tongue almost disappointedly, slapping your ass. The sound resonates through the silent house, and you turn towards the stairs as though expecting one of your friends, or worst, your brother, to suddenly appear.

The feeling of Jeno dragging your panties down your legs have you turning your head back to look at him seated on the couch behind you. His eyes stay glued on the spot between your legs as you step out of your panties. Jeno mindlessly tosses the ruined fabric somewhere in the room, transfixed by the view of your wet, puffy pussy, glinting in what little light is coming from the kitchen.

You wait in anticipation as Jeno's hand rests on your lower back, urging you to bend forward just enough for him to get a better look. He cusses under his breath when he sees your folds part with a vulgar, sticky sound, revealing your clit and throbbing hole underneath.

Jeno doesn't give you a warning before diving in, tongue plunging into your winking hole. Still sensitive from your orgasm, you keen, feeling as if you might cum for the second time in under a minute. With nothing to hold on to, you sway slightly, struggling to balance yourself with the pleasure pulsing through you like shockwaves of electricity.

Tears blur your eyes when you feel him suck your clit into his mouth, scraping it gently with his teeth. Your toes dig into the carpet under your feet, trying to keep yourself grounded, even when Jeno's making you feel as though you're ascending to cloud nine. "J-Jeno, no more, please, need your cock."

Jeno doesn't argue with your request, simply spinning you back around so you're facing him. Your breath catches in your throat when you see him, the lower part of his face glistening with your wetness. The pure lust in his eyes is evident as he gazes up at you, licking his lips as if he can't get enough of your taste.

"I want you to tell me the reason why you've been avoiding me all this time," you blurt out.

He ignores you, standing up to his full height, towering over your naked form. His tall frame makes you feel small and vulnerable, a silent reminder that you don't have full control of this situation—of him—no matter how much you try. But you won't let that deter you because you're positive you're going to get an answer from him before the night can come to an end.

"I mean it, Jeno. Did you even hear me?"

"I heard you just fine," he grumbles.

Jeno hooks his thumbs into his sweatpants, pulling it down along with his boxer, leaving him just as naked as you. His cock stands heavy against his stomach, the silhouette of the veins running along his shaft visible in the dim lighting. He yanks you toward him by your waist, swallowing your surprised gasp with his mouth, kissing you feverishly.

Your skin prickles when you realise you can taste yourself on his lips—musky, somewhat bitter but not unpleasant. You don't miss the way the bulky outline of his cock presses against your belly, evidence that he wants this just as much as you do, maybe even more.

He grabs your hand in his, guiding your fingers around the base of his cock, sighing when you squeeze experimentally. His jaw locks together as you start inching upward, index finger brushing over the slit, smearing precum all over the tip.

Jeno lets go of your hand after a while, letting you decide your own pace as you stroke up and down his shaft. As he leans his forehead against your temple, he closes his eyes, loving the fact that your hand feels so different to his. Yours are much smaller, with softer palms and no callouses from hard labour.

Your free hand tugs at the hair on the back of his neck, causing Jeno's eyes to shoot open. You're staring intently down at your hand on his cock, eyes glazed with lust, looking as though you want to devour him right then and there.

Jeno swears he could cum when you suddenly blink up at him, tilting your head to the side slightly—the image of compliance and innocence. "Shit... Keep going for me, princess, your hand feels so good."

"I'll stop if you don't tell me the reason," you bargain, slowing your strokes, watching as Jeno starts thrusting into your hand instead, lost in the pleasure. Noticing he's ignoring you, you stop your movement entirely, smiling coyly when he glowers down at you.

With a firm grip on your upper arm, Jeno hauls you back toward the couch. You land on your back with a huff, watching Jeno's approaching figure, the kitchen light shining from behind him only serving to make him look even more daunting.

You push yourself up onto your elbow, swallowing the lump in your throat. "Why is it so hard for you to tell me-"

"Why do you wanna know so bad? What's it to you if I hate you?"

When you don't reply, he moves to position himself above you, the comfortable weight of his body pressing down onto you. A kiss is all it takes for your thoughts to melt away, slowly vanishing until all you can think about is the way he fits so perfect between your legs.

Your nails prod into the skin of his shoulders when he starts sucking on your tongue, spit mixing with yours, starting to run down your chin. You squeak into the kiss when you feel him roll his hips, balls pressed tight against your clit.

Jeno reaches a hand between your bodies, positioning the tip of his cock against your opening. "Jeno, w-wait," you say before he can push into you. "I wanna see you. Wanna see your face while you fuck me, please..."

Jeno complies, stretching his hand over your head and flicking the switch to the night lamp. You squint when the yellow light fills the room, blinded by the sudden brightness. Your eyes adjust eventually, and you're rendered speechless at how beautiful Jeno looks bathing in the soft light of the lamp.

Just like what you're doing to him, he's also studying you, analysing every inch of your face as though he's trying to commit it to his memory. Jeno snaps out of his reverie when you start squirming underneath him, not used to being the subject of his attention.

Jeno swallows in the momentary silence, cock twitching when he realises you're laid out naked beneath him, legs parted and lust-filled eyes staring up at him expectantly. He cups the side of your hand in one hand, thumb caressing the side of your eyebrow almost tenderly.

"Tell me you want this," Jeno whispers, afraid if he talked any louder, his voice would crack.

"I do want this. I want you, Jeno. Do you want this?"

Jeno responds by breaching your pussy with his cock, a pretty groan leaving his lips as he fights to keep his eyes open. He wants to see you as he fills you to the hilt, wants to watch the way your eyebrows furrow and the way your mouth opens in a silent moan.

"Jeno..." you breathlessly sigh out, grabbing the hand on the side of your head and bringing it to your mouth, kissing his palm. "Tell me, please..."

Jeno proceeds to cover your mouth with his palm, rendering you unable to speak but making sure his grip isn't tight enough so you could rip his hand away if you wanted to.

Your eyes fall shut when Jeno slides the rest of the way in, sinking even deeper into you, stuffing you completely. When your eyes open again, he pulls back, only to thrust back in seconds later.

Jeno feels the vibration of your moan on his palm, he feels your hot breath against his skin. His stomach tightens at the feeling of your velvety walls sucking him in, clamping down on his length whenever he pulls back.

Your heels dig into the back of his thighs, urging Jeno to go deeper. Jeno reaches down to grab the back of your thigh, pulling your leg up until it's folded underneath him, calf pressing against his chest.

You gasp into his hand, the new position making it feel as if you're being split in half by Jeno's cock. He manages to maintain a steady pace, and soon, you find yourself struggling to breathe enough air through your nose. The lack of oxygen in your lungs is exhilarating, but black dots are starting to dance in your vision, so you begrudgingly push Jeno's hand away from your mouth, inhaling sharply when he does.

"F-Fuck, don't stop," you say through Jeno's powerful thrusts. Perspiration runs down Jeno's bowed neck, trickling down his chest before it drops onto your own. You strain your neck upward, tongue catching the sweat droplets on his collarbone, stomach sucking in when the salty taste fills your mouth.

Jeno dips down, pressing his lips to yours, savouring the salty taste still lingering in your mouth. You jolt when a hard thrust is delivered, gasping into his mouth. Jeno takes the chance to dip his tongue into your mouth, groaning when you start sucking on the wet muscle and bobbing your head as if it was his cock.

Another rough thrust, and you cry out at the sudden blur of pain and pleasure that shoots up your spine. Each of Jeno's thrusts is jostling you higher, closer to the arm of the couch. Jeno seems to take notice of this and tucks an arm underneath your armpit, grabbing onto your shoulder from underneath, keeping you locked to him as he rocks into you.

The position is much more intimate, allowing the both of you to be pressed against each other. You can feel Jeno's heartbeat against your supple breast, and your nipples rub against his taut chest whenever he moves. His breathing is ragged as he buries his face into your neck, mumbling out your name almost drunkenly.

Blood is roaring in your ears as Jeno fucks himself into you, cock rubbing your cunt raw. "Shit... f-feel so full, unghh!" you cry out, earning a warning bite on your shoulder. "J-Jeno."

"Feels so good, fuck... Pussy feels so good around me," Jeno says against your ear, tracing your earlobe with his tongue before biting into it, softly tugging it.

Circling your arms around his neck, you rake down his back with your fingernails, no doubt leaving angry, red marks down his smooth, pale skin. "Jeno, I want you to look at me..."

Jeno does, pulling his head back just enough to meet your eyes with his. When he does, you find yourself struggling to remember what you wanted to say in the first place. Jeno's eyes are dark, almost black. Fire pools in your abdomen, and the spring coils tightly. For a moment, you hear nothing but Jeno's low groans and your quiet whimpers blending together in the most heavenly symphony.

"I'm looking at you," Jeno murmurs, eyes watching you, afraid to blink as if you'll disappear from underneath him if he did. "Always looking at you..."

Your brain is foggy, and you haven't quite comprehended Jeno's words just yet. "If you won't—ughh— if you won't tell me the reason, then tell me one thing. Tell me you hate me, Jeno."

Jeno shakes his head, feeling your wetness splash onto his pelvis whenever his balls slap against you. He closes his eyes, breathing you in, memorising the way you feel around him—so soft, wet, and delicate. The smell of sex permeates the air, and Jeno hopes it doesn't cling onto the furniture until morning.

You feel your orgasm creeping, tendrils sneaking around your whole body, ready to devour you. You know you don't have much time, so you cup Jeno's jaw, urging him to open his eyes. "Either tell me the reason or tell me you hate me."

Jeno's already shaking his head before you can complete your sentence, and you snap. With what little strength you can muster up, you push at his chest, causing him to sit up onto his knees, cock slipping out of you with a slick pop. You stand from the couch, pushing at Jeno's shoulder until he gives in and sits back, allowing you to straddle him.

Jeno can only watch bewilderedly as you align yourself with his cock before letting your legs go slack, impaling yourself on his length. You moan out in bliss at the feeling of having him inside again.

Without wasting another second, you start bouncing up and down, and soon enough, you've developed a pace that's comfortable for both you and Jeno. Occasionally, you circle your hips around his base and watch as his stomach flexes, trying to hold back just a little longer.

"Tell me, or I'll stop."

Jeno pulls you into a kiss, and when he pulls away, he starts mumbling the phrase against your lips over and over again. "I hate you. I fucking hate you," he repeats.

At his words, you start going faster, not caring that the others might be able to hear the sound of your ass slapping against Jeno's thighs. You're delirious, feeling as though you've achieved something grand. But is it worth it if you don't know the reason?

"Now tell me the reason..."

Jeno scowls, hand coming up to grasp at your neck, using it as leverage to lift you up and drop you back down as he starts moving his hips. He paws at your breast with his other hand, squeezing and pinching until you wail out at the pain.

"I hate you so much, so fucking much." You nod, urging him to continue as he continues to choke you. "Hate this little pussy so much I wanna fuck it until it's all swollen and you're crying for me to stop."

"D-Don't stop, J-Jeno, please..." you wheeze out, eyes rolling back, pussy clamping, milking his cock.

"Hate your face, princess, hate how pretty you look like this."

"Jeno, I'm cumming, please, c-cumming!"

"Hate how good you feel against me. Hate that I can't fucking resist you," he rasps out, cock twitching inside you, swelling up, ready to explode.

You're chanting Jeno's name, tears trickling down your cheeks. Your thighs burn, wanting to give out and let Jeno do all the work. The end feels so close, but so far away at the same time. You contemplate reaching down to toy with your clit, but what Jeno says next has you bursting.

"I hate that I don't hate you."

You arch against him, hips stilling as the crippling pleasure washes over you. You moan Jeno's name as you cum around him, coating the length of his cock in a white cast. Your limbs are trembling, overwhelmed with just how good it feels to finally let go. "Oh god, feels so good, Jeno..."

Jeno throws his head back, hooded eyes looking up at you. "Where do you want it?"

On the verge of passing out from how overwhelmed you feel, you can only mumble out a weak 'inside'. Jeno grunts once and bucks his hips, cock twitching as he empties himself inside your warm walls, earning a choked gasp from you.

"Fuck..." Jeno drawls out, wrapping his arms around you to pull you close as thick ropes of his cum continue to shoot into you. He buries his face into your chest, sighing blissfully when he finally finishes. His cock starts to soften inside of you, allowing the mixture of your cum to drip down on his stomach.

You don't expect Jeno to suddenly cup your cheek, pulling you into a kiss that feels different to the ones before. It's less rushed this time, as though the both of you have all the time in the world. His arms stay wrapped around your waist, holding you close to him. When he tilts his head to deepen the kiss, your pussy tightens around his cock on instinct, making him pull away with a strained groan.

When he finally pulls himself out of you, you collapse onto the couch, thighs clenched together, waiting for Jeno to retrieve some tissue. You stare at the ceiling as you wait, reality seeping in. You hadn't anticipated finishing with more questions than answers, and you feel ashamed that you hadn't been able to hold yourself back.

There's no turning back now. There's no way to know what will become of you and Jeno after this, and you're afraid you've just done something that would push Jeno even further away from you.

Jeno's touch on your leg is soft, and you look down to see him in his boxer, tissue paper in one hand. "Let me clean you up," he says, prying your legs apart.

"Jeno, do you remember saying... you hate that you don't hate me?"

"Yeah," Jeno replies in a quiet voice.

"Did you mean it?"

"I meant it."

You sit up, looking at him incredulously. "Then why?" Your tone is angry, tired of not getting a straight answer from him. "I deserve to know."

Jeno sighs, standing up to throw away the dirty tissue. When he returns, you don't hesitate to straddle him, making him chuckle under his breath, hands coming to rest on your hips. "You wanna know that bad, huh? It wasn't obvious enough for you?"

"With the way you were ignoring me, you made it pretty clear that you hated me, but I guess I was wrong, so I'm going to need you to explain for me."

There's a pause, but you wait patiently, enjoying the way his thumbs rub circles into your sides. "Alright, put your clothes on first, then I'll tell you."

"No," you stubbornly say, lips pulling into a thin line.

"Come on, you'll get cold."

You wordlessly snatch the blanket Jeno had been using, wrapping it around the both of you. "You were saying?"

There's reluctance in Jeno's eyes, but he forces himself to speak the truth anyway. "When you met us about a year ago, everyone saw how interested Haechan was with you, so Mark-"

"Haechan was interested in me?"

Jeno chuckles at your surprised expression. "All of us noticed except you. I mean... I think he might still be interested."

"So is that it? You don't wanna break your dear friend's heart?"

"I could care less about him. He only stopped trying to get with you because of your brother. Mark sat us down one night when it was only the seven of us, got all serious and shit. He told us none of us would ever have a chance with you and that he would never allow it anyway."

"Why would he say that? I'm an adult. I can take care of myself."

"He's trying to protect you, that's all."

You scowl. "That still doesn't explain why you avoided me."

"Haechan wasn't the only one that wanted you."

The blood drains from your face, heart plunging to your stomach. "What..."

"I'm saying I like you," Jeno declares, smiling softly up at you.

You're unable to mirror his smile. You've dreamt of this moment before, but now that it has arrived, you can't find it in you to feel happy. In fact, you feel like you're only seconds away from vomiting. "You avoided me because of my brother's words? Is he my father now or something?"

Jeno cups your face in his two hands, dread filling him when he realises the tears in your eyes. "Hey, hey, I'm sorry, alright? I just assumed that if I kept myself away from you, the feelings would go away, but I was wrong. I like you, I always have, and it's not going to change no matter how much I avoid you—I know that now."

You can't help the sobs that wrack your body as you stand from Jeno's lap, letting the blanket fall to the floor. Jeno's mumbling apologies to you as you gather your clothes, hurriedly putting them back on.

"I really am sorry, alright? Please, just talk to me."

"No, Jeno! I've liked you for more than a year, and I made my effort to get close to you, and you ignored me because of something my stupid brother said? What right does he have over me? He doesn't own me."

"Let's talk this out, please? I'm sorry, I really am."

"It doesn't matter anymore. You made me feel like there was something wrong with me for over a year, Jeno! I just... I need some time to think about this."

Jeno knows that no matter how much he apologises, you would ignore him just like what he did to you for more than a year. So he watches you go up the stairs with a heavy heart, knowing he deserves it for being so stupid and not listening to his heart.

"Wake up, lazy. Breakfast is ready."

You groan into your pillow. "Go away, Chenle."

You hear him snicker, then another voice joins in. "Did you sleep well last night?" Renjun asks almost a little too casually.

"Nope, thanks to your snoring, Chenle."

"All the more reason for you to spend time with Jeno, right?"

You shoot up onto a sitting position, eyeing both Chenle and Renjun in horror, head pounding from lack of sleep. "What are you talking about?"

Renjun's scoffing at Chenle from where he's seated on your desk chair. "I thought we agreed on waiting until she confesses herself."

Chenle grins. "It was taking too long. I'm starving, so let's just get this done and over with. How long have you been with Jeno?"

"Chenle's betting from a few weeks ago, but I'm sure it's been going on since the start. So, last year? Tell me I'm right, please, cause I need the 20 bucks."

"What the- you bet money on me?"

"Relax..." Renjun says. "Mark doesn't know about you and Jeno. It's only us two."

You swallow, mind reeling with the memory of what you and Jeno did just last night. "N-Nothing's going on between Jeno and me."

Renjun groans, the chair creaking underneath him as he leans back. "Just quit the act. We both heard you last night. Don't worry, we didn't hear much before we ended up falling back asleep."

You wish the ground would open up and swallow you whole. "You heard us?" Your face burns red when both of them nod at your question.

"You weren't exactly quiet. Jeno wasn't either..." Chenle murmurs, sharing a knowing smile with Renjun. "Look, just please answer our question. We won't tell anyone, we swear."

Renjun nods, agreeing with Chenle's words, looking at you expectantly. "What's said in this room will never leave this room."

"Why did you think there was something between Jeno and me? I mean, before what happened... last night."

"It was so obvious! Jeno never opens his mouth when he's around you. Gets all flustered and shit. It's almost disgusting to watch."

"But that's not all," Renjun counters. "Jeno hasn't fucked anyone in, like, a year—just right after the both of you met. I connected the dots. If Jeno's not fucking anyone, that means he's fucking someone, and he's keeping them a secret. Your brother would kill him if he ever found out about the two of you."

"So is it a friends-with-benefit thing, or do you guys like each other? Cause I know for a fact he's fucking whipped for you."

I like you, I always have, and it's not going to change no matter how much I avoid you—I know that now.

"We... like each other, I guess. But that's all it is," you admit, feeling guilty of leaving Jeno alone after his confession last night.

"Okay, we'll help you out with keeping this a secret from Mark and the others, but you gotta tell us how long this has been going on first?" Renjun says.

"Um, last night was... the first time," you admit rather awkwardly.

"Fuck, are you serious? I really wanted that 20 bucks," Renjun grumbles.

"Wait, wait. So you're telling me... that if we didn't sleep in here last night, you wouldn't have been with Jeno downstairs?"

"Well, no, I guess. Wait, did you guys purposely sleep in here? You wanted to see if something would happen?"

Renjun and Chenle have the audacity to look guilty before bolting from your room, rushed footsteps descending down the stairs. You flop back onto your bed with a heavy sigh. How would you ever face Jeno now?

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MISDIAL; LJN [CH 4 TEASER] PICK UP THE PHONE!

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lee jeno x fem!reader

college au

chaptered

slow burn

genre; not-quite-friends to lovers, older brother mark lee, brothers best friend lee jeno, light angst, eventual smut, yn is a menace to society, story/character driven

warnings for this teaser; none

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[a/n] jeno lovers this is for you... thank you all for sticking around through these random long ass hiatus(es?), i promise the full chapter is being worked on and coming soon. here is a longer teaser for your trouble. i love u.

“SO. ARE WE GOING TO TALK ABOUT IT?”

It’s 7:38AM, and Jeno has finally driven for long enough that the Palisades building is no longer looming in his rearview mirror. In a perfect world he’d be heading back to his apartment right now to sleep away the next twelve hours of his life— but Jeno’s life has not been perfect since you moved back to Seoul, and he knows even before Donghyuck finishes speaking that the following conversation is going to be unbearable.

The man in the backseat slurps obnoxiously from the thermos he’s got at his lips. “Frankly, I’m a little suspicious that we’re not already talking about it. Because there is like… no chance neither of you have anything to say about all of that.”

“All of what,” Jaemin thankfully asks, nonplussed. “Your sudden closeness with little Jeon?”

Donghyuck scoffs, taking another loud sip from the borrowed bedazzled cup. The contents held within is fresh brewed coffee courtesy of the small Starbucks Jeon Somi’s has on her kitchen counter, and he’s practically perched on top of the center console because he’s leaning so far forward. “No, prick. Don’t even start. All of that being last fucking night. You know,” he prods very pointedly, “At Wooyoung’s?”

For a split second, Jeno’s mind goes completely elsewhere.

Wooyoung’s. The guy was more Jaemin’s friend than his but he’d been invited to the party anyway, initially with a polite promise to swing by for an hour or two before clearing out to avoid the storm rolling in. Then, a few hours later in Mark’s place, you. Wandering into the apartment none the wiser to his presence, lost and squinting into the depths of your phone; and the only thing Jeno can remember from the seconds before you looked up and shut him out again was wondering how the hell he didn’t notice how much you’d changed.

If he was being honest, it's something that's been bothering him since that night at Nabi Bar. Because… you’d always been cute. Ask anybody with eyes. In highschool you were cute enough that sometimes Jeno didn’t quite understand why no one else seemed to be thinking about it as much as he was. Everything you did made him want to pick you up and shake you like a dog with a new toy. But somewhere along the lines, this…shifted.

“What about Wooyoung’s?” Jaemin sighs. “We were there for like, four hours. You’re going to have to be more—”

“You and Y/N,” Donghyuck says unrepentantly, striking right to the heart of his curiosity. “Mark’s birthday up in the woods, the lake house, whatever the fuck happened there. Y/N’s truth or drink question. To be specific.”

Jeno isn’t the best at understanding his own feelings, and he’ll admit that easily. So if he’s being serious about when he first realized something had shifted, when he noticed that something was undeniably different about you— he’d, coincidentally, also have to point a finger towards the weekend they all spent at the lake house. It was the first time he’d seen you in nearly four months. He’d shown up at Mark’s place with the van full of guys and hung out downstairs in the same living room that he used to spend every afternoon screwing around in before college came and whisked them all away, and waited for you and Mark to come down. And— And, he’s not proud of this, but— Well.

Well, when you did eventually reveal yourself, when you finally found his eyes amongst the crowd of his friends perking up at your arrival… he’d kind-of been expecting a bigger reaction.

He’d been working out more, is all. And he’d grown his hair out for the first time since he was a little kid, and had finally grown accustomed to the pokey, itchy world of contacts. He looked different. He felt different. He’d just finished his first year of college and was definitely feeling a little too cool about it. And in highschool you used to look at him like he had done something great for just simply existing— so he’d been ready for you to all but drop when you saw him now— but you’d run your gaze over Jeno for what felt like half a second before turning to Renjun, smiling widely at this new guy like you’d been waiting to meet him and only him.

And he remembers being… confused.

That had been the first clue that something about you (or, maybe, something about him) had changed.

“Na Jaemin. You are absolutely not going to sit here and not explain what the hell she was talking about.”

“It was over a year ago,” Jaemin replies belatedly. The tense beat of silence that followed Donghyuck’s question was nothing to be envied, but Jeno almost instantly preferred that to actually hearing… this. Whatever this is about to be. “And you heard her. There’s nothing to explain. She was getting over someone, I was getting over someone, and like most stupid teenagers do, we did the only thing that came to mind—”

“Okay but you understand that she’s not like most stupid teenagers, right? You hooked up with Mark’s little sister. On his birthday. At his birthday party. Did you have a death wish? Why are you both acting like this isn’t breaking goddamn news?”

“Because it isn’t news,” Jaemin mutters sharply, starting to sound a little agitated. “For a myriad of reasons. Can you please not phrase it like I was trying to seduce the Virgin Mary?”

“I’m not phrasing it like anything! I just… I mean, you’re not seriously going to pretend like this isn’t absolutely insane, right?”

“What about two people hooking up is so insane to you?”

Donghyuck seems flabbergasted by this. “Jaemin. Everything. Everything about it is insane. Because it’s not just two people ‘hooking up’. Of all the people on earth you could have— and trust me, the number of options you have is high, I’ve heard some of the shit the girls on campus say about you— you chose her? The single person on this earth that Mark would flay you alive for even—”

Jaemin snaps his eyes to the rearview mirror, and Donghyuck’s words cut a little short. He’s reached the end of his rope.

“Donghyuck, is Y/N a human being to you?”

A very, very stagnant second passes.

“Or is she just some attachment to Mark, some little doll with no will or power of her own? You realize that this is why she hates being around us so much, right? Why she’s never around in her own apartment? Did you even notice that you’ve only ever said her name once in this whole bullshit conversation? Do you know what you’ve been calling her?”

Jaemin’s question hangs in the air like a physical weight.

Mark’s little sister. That’s what Donghyuck had been mindlessly referring to her as. The realization hits Jeno like a punch— his hand tightens around the steering wheel with immediate guilt; guilt for not even noticing how interchangeably they’d all been using the words in the first place and, much deeper down, knowing that even if Jaemin wasn’t talking to him, Jeno was definitely the worst culprit in the vein of only seeing you as an extension of your brother.

That’s basically what you’d told him on the balcony before you left and took half of his spirit with you.

“Jae... that’s not what I meant,” Donghyuck says, sufficiently scolded. All the gossip-seeking enthusiasm has drained from his voice. Now he just sounds sorry. “You know that’s not what I meant. That’s not how any of us see her.”

“I know that,” Jaemin replies quietly, returning his gaze to the window. “She doesn’t.”

They ride in silence for almost a whole block before Jaemin sighs.

“If you want to know so bad, freak— she found me after I got off the phone with Jurin for the last time. Sometime while you guys were off gathering wood for the campfire.”

For a moment Jeno genuinely doesn’t know what he’s talking about. A millisecond later Donghyuck perks up from the backseat though, and that’s never a good thing.

“At… At the lake house?” he says tentatively.

“At the lake house,” Jaemin nods.

Shit, Jeno thinks. Fuck.

“Y/N found out that she and I broke up, I found out that she was having guy problems of her own, and we basically had compliment-time to make each other feel better. The next time I saw her was when you guys left to go camping and we stayed back. I was watching a movie in the living room and she asked if she could join me because she couldn’t sleep, and— And after that you can put two and two together. That’s it.”

“Prude,” Donghyuck mutters. When Jaemin shoots him another look in the mirror though, he’s the perfect picture of innocence. “—Is what I would have said, if you were talking about any other girl, ha ha. Anyway! Did you guys kiss?”

Jeno's arms tense up so quickly that he almost swerves into oncoming traffic.

“Fucking hell—! Hey! You’ve got precious cargo back here, jackass!”

“Pothole,” Jeno grunts.

He’s lying through his teeth. But it��s the only thing he could think of. There’s no such thing as a pothole out here— they’re in Gangnam, on a main goddamn road, but he can almost feel Jaemin’s eyes on the side of his face, so keeps his eyes sharply forward despite the fact that his ears are no doubt already starting to flush pink from discomfort.

“I’m not telling you that,” Jaemin replies after a second. “Voyeur.”

“What? What type of sense does that make? You two literally fucked on our communal couch, but asking about a kiss is too—”

Even if it feels like every nerve instantly lights ablaze under his skin from this comment, Jeno is much better about controlling his expression this time around. It probably wouldn’t have mattered because in the moment after the words left Donghyuck’s mouth Jaemin whirled around in his seat to pinch him, a sharp grab at his thigh that had the boy yowling in surprise— and then immediately thereafter, agony, because Jaemin’s strength is nothing to sneeze at.

“Listen to me very carefully,” Jaemin hisses. “Firstly, don’t be crass, before I actually pinch you where it hurts. And secondly, not a word of this is leaving this car. Do you understand, Lee Donghyuck? If you tell anybody—”

“Okay, okay!” Donghyuck cries out. “Fuck, do you have razors under your nails?! I think I’m bleeding!”

“If anyone asks me anything about the lake house in the next few days that’s only what's first to come,” Jaemin replies darkly. “I’m serious. You can laugh about it all you want but we all know exactly how Mark is going to react if he finds out, and I’m not interested in playing the odds on whether he ends my life via strangulation or vicious beating.”

Donghyuck mutters to himself, still rubbing at the spot where Jaemin sniped him. He’s thinking of ways to reassure Jaemin, probably. (Or so Jeno hopes, because the younger him could have surely used some reassurance that Mark possibly wouldn’t have tried to kill him where he stood if, back in highschool, he’d ignored your brother's wishes entirely and actually told you how he felt.)

Jeno is probably listening even harder than Jaemin when Donghyuck simply whistles and says, “Remember when we all watched him punch that watermelon in half during spirit week? Back in our senior year, when they were still finding chunks of it a week later in, like, the ceiling rafters and shit? I think my money is on him beating you to death.”

And on that very positive note, Jeno flicked his turn signal on and coasted into the lane that would take them right back to SNU.

[thanks for reading! full chapter coming sooooon ♡]

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NOT A SINGLE WORD.

Genre: mostly smut, some fluff & angst Words: 5.337 Prompt: fuckbuddy(?) Jeno x female reader

Warnings: safe sex, oral (m), insults as foreplay

A/N: Merry Christmas everyone! This is my fic for the@neosecretsanta fic exchange, more precisely it's for the lovely @amorajae! Remi, I had so much trouble trying to talk to you without giving away it was actually me because we recently started talking more and more... I hope you enjoy this little something despite it being mostly pwp!

“What are you doing here?” You immediately asked after opening your door. A valid question. It was late at night and you were just having the age-old discussion of if you were going to watch just one more episode or would finally retreat into your room when your doorbell rang. “Not even a hello?” The man in front of you asked, a cocky grin on his lips and his eyes sparkling with mirth from behind his perfectly styled messy bangs that were newly dyed gray. “I don’t have time for this, Jeno,” you rolled your eyes, ready to slam the door into his face but he was faster, squeezing his foot into your doorframe and pushing the door back open. “Seriously, what do you want?” You groaned, looking him up and down: Nothing out of the ordinary. You weren’t sure if he even owned any other jacket than his team’s blue jacket with the huge 23 on the back, his name embroidered into it in bold letters and decorated in patches that marked him as the ace of the team. Not that you knew anything about baseball or had any interest in the sport. Or Jeno for that matter.

“You see, I have a game tomorrow,” he started off, crossing his arms in front of his chest and leaning against your doorframe, his pose so irritatingly relaxed and nonchalant, you wanted to wipe the attractive grin off of his face, “And you know I need my good luck kiss.” “Go get it from one of your willing groupies then. Or can’t you read the papers they stuff into your bag with their numbers on it?” You scoffed. “And how would you know about that, baby? Are you sneaking into our locker room to catch a glimpse of my body?” You didn’t know if you wanted to punch him for the cocky reply or yourself for walking straight into this one, so you settled for an exaggerated eye roll.

“And why would I do that?” “Because you think I’m attractive,” it wasn’t a question and both Jeno and you knew it. Hell, it would only take one look at his sharp features and sculpted body for anyone to admit that objectively, Lee Jeno was an attractive man. “And because no matter what you say,” he continued, slowly pushing forward until his breath was tickling your skin, “You still want me.” Featherlight, he let his lips caress your pulse that was hammering beneath your skin, the ghost of his touch setting off little firecrackers on your skin. “You want me so badly,” he whispered, “That you would drop down to your knees for me the second I’d ask you to.” “In your dreams, Jeno.” Your voice didn’t even sound half as convincing and harsh as you wanted it to when you needed all your willpower to not grab onto the lapels of his jacket to pull him even closer to you. “You wanna know what I dream about?” He chuckled, slowly bringing up his calloused hands to slip beneath your flimsy shirt you’d be embarrassed about being seen in if you had any brainpower left to think about it. “I dream about you, baby,” he drawled, caressing the skin of your waist with his fingers, “Sprawled out on my sheets, against the door of my locker, in one of the shower stalls, beneath the bleachers. I’m really not that picky.”

“What else?” You sighed, cursing yourself for giving in to the temptation that was Lee Jeno over and over again, tilting your head back so he could press a lingering kiss to your neck. “How pretty you look stuffed with my cock. How sweet your moans sound and how well you always take it. Doesn’t matter if I fuck your filthy mouth to stop you from saying things you don’t actually mean or your pretty pussy,” he went on, pulling you flush against his body so you could feel the hardness of his muscles and his growing length against your thigh.

“You get off of me talking back to you?” You grinned, grabbing a handful of his hair to pull him away from your neck before he could sink his teeth in to mark you as you allowed your other hand to finally touch him, slipping from his strong chest down to his sculpted abs to cup his cock through the tight denim of his pants. “I like my girls feisty,” he said, his breath hitching in his throat when you slowly felt him up, the pressure against his cock only further spurring him on. It was always like this: Profanities dripping from your lips until the tension between you two finally snapped. Your own special kind of foreplay. “But in the end, I always get what I want,” Jeno grinned even though he was the one with his neck bared and half-lidded eyes darkened with lust. “So desperate,” you clicked your tongue, toying with the zipper of his pants, right where his cock was straining against the fabric. “Call me desperate all you want, baby. We both know you want this just as much as I do.” “Well, we can’t let the ace of our team play a bad game just because he didn’t get his good luck kiss,” you mocked his words from before, your patience running thin when you could feel his arousal throbbing beneath your palm. “Take responsibility then,” Jeno grinned, knowing he had won, that you would give in to him.

Using the grip you still had on his stupidly perfect hair, you smashed your lips together in a hungry kiss, obediently opening up for Jeno’s tongue to fight him for dominance. “We know how this ends,” he growled, sinking his teeth into your bottom lip to hear you moan, “So stop fighting.” “Get me to the bedroom then,” you demanded, pulling him close by his stupid jacket so he could kick the door shut behind him, too preoccupied with kissing you senseless to care if the noise would wake up any of your neighbors, they were in for a show anyways.

Without ever detaching from your lips, Jeno was quick to shed his precious jacket and shoes to walk you back towards your bedroom, the path familiar by now. In the four walls of your room, he harshly gripped your waist to all but throw you down onto the mattress, his eyes hungry as he watched you bounce up and down once before you caught his gaze. “Strip,” he all but spat, ripping his tight shirt over his head to reveal his torso, the muscles dancing beneath his skin and some veins on his arms already contrasting his smooth skin. “And what if I don’t?” You chuckled, teasing the bow that held up your lounging shorts. “Then I sure hope you don’t value your clothes,” Jeno growled, unbuttoning his jeans with sure fingers before taking out his wallet from his back pocket to get out a condom he stuck between his teeth before stepping out of his pants.

God, you really had it bad for him if you found that attractive. “Last chance, baby,” he announced, palming himself over his dark briefs that clung to his thick thighs like a second skin. “Or what?” You challenged him, drunk on the tension between you. “Or,” he gritted out, “I can’t guarantee what will happen next.” With that, he kneeled onto the bed, his hands quickly gripping the hem of your shorts to roughly pull them off of your legs along with your panties and if you heard fabric tear, that was your own fault for provoking Jeno. Next, he grabbed your shirt to rake it up your torso and past your boobs. Even though you were arching your back to help him take it off, he simply bunched it up beneath your armpits before stuffing it into your mouth that you had opened to complain.

“Keep it there,” he commanded, his eyes demanding nothing less than absolute submission as his hands roughly kneaded your boobs like they were his personal stress balls. You could only groan in annoyance at his display of power but threw your head back against the pillows anyways when he teased your nipples between two of his fingers, pinching them until they hardened. If you had to play his little games to get what you wanted, you had to bite the bullet and swallow down your pride at least for a little while, so you just let the little pinpricks of pleasure laced with pain rush over you as he played with your boobs. “That’s a good girl,” Jeno all but purred, pressing a kiss to the valley of your breaths as his hands traveled down your body until one of them slipped between your legs to feel your wetness. “Someone is excited,” he grinned, sitting up on his knees to watch his fingers spreading around your arousal. You could only squirm beneath him, angling your hips up in hopes his fingers would slip into you while you were soaking your shirt with your saliva. “Let’s see if you’re even ready to take my cock.” At least he had the decency to warn you before he fucked two of his fingers inside you, your embarrassingly loud moan muffled against your shirt but still loud enough to paint a smirk on his lips.

“Such a good girl, always ready,” he chuckled, harshly fucking his fingers into you until you couldn’t hold back your moans anymore, glad that you could muffle them in your shirt. “Always so greedy,” Jeno continued, “You want my cock, baby?” Still gagged, you could only nod your head, hoping he wasn’t expecting you to use your words. “Yeah? Want me to fuck you good?” He taunted, expertly curling his fingers to make you see stars. “Because no one else can fuck you like I can?” “Just get inside me for fucks sake,” you groaned after spitting out the drenched shirt, all but riding his fingers at this point. “I like you better when you don’t talk back,” Jeno leaned over you to growl against your lips, his fingers never stilling inside you and making it particularly hard to talk back to him when all you wanted to do was to enjoy the feeling of his precise thrusts. “And I like you better when you have your dick in me,” you grinned back, cupping his straining erection through his briefs to hear him exhale sharply in hopes to get the upper hand back. “Maybe you should suck me off then, kill two birds with one stone,” he spoke, languidly rolling his hips against your palm. “Try not to cum too soon then, I still want you to fuck me after this,” you chuckled tugging him down into a filthy kiss, gently scratching your nails over the muscles of his shoulders and neck how you knew he liked while Jeno tried his best to get rid of his briefs without having to break the kiss.

“Get your mouth on me,” he demanded once he kicked the offending piece of clothing off the mattress, flipping your positions so he was the one laying down. For a moment, you let your eyes rake over his body: Admiring the dibs of his abs and the way his cock was twitching where it leaned heavily against his prominent hip bone. “Condom?” You asked, closing your fist around Jeno’s cock and slowly stroking him to feel the weight in your palm. “Against popular beliefs, I’m not sleeping around. I’m clean, just suck me off already,” he groaned, hips moving to fuck up into your fist. “Not taking any chances,” you frowned, holding Jeno’s heated stare until he ultimately gave up when you started fondling his balls, throwing his head back in a moan and blindly pawing around on the bed to find the condom he had gotten out earlier. In the end, he threw a vanilla-flavored condom in your general direction that you quickly ripped open so you could roll it over this length.

“Don’t cum,” you reminded him as you got comfortable between his strong thighs, stretching out your tongue to slap the head of his cock against the wet muscle. “I might just,” Jeno groaned, lifting himself up onto his elbows to watch you from his half-lidded eyes. “I’ll throw you out right after,” you threatened him, earning yourself a hoarse chuckle that turned into a breathless moan when you finally sucked the head of his cock between your lips, the artificial vanilla flavor taking over your taste buds which was better than the usual rubber of normal condoms but nothing like tasting Jeno’s skin. Slowly, you bobbed your head up and down his length, your tongue pressed tightly to the underside, stroking whatever you couldn’t fit with your hand while the other was still gently rolling his balls in your palm to tear choked up moans from his throat. “Why are you so good at this?” Jeno groaned, finally giving in to the pleasure and throwing his head back against the pillows, one of his hands finding its way into your hair to set the rhythm just how he liked it, not an ounce of care in his body for the tears springing to your eyes and the way you choked on his cock when he pushed you down too quickly. “So pretty with a cock stuffing your mouth,” he moaned, filthily rubbing the head of his cock against the inside of your cheek, making it bulge with it, “Feels almost as good as fucking you properly.” With that, Jeno pulled you off of him so you could cough and heave in a couple of heavy breaths, trying to make your head stop spinning from his nasty praises. “You want me to fu- oh fucking hell,” Jeno cut himself off halfway through his question with a throaty moan when you had sucked one of his very sensitive balls into your mouth, rolling your tongue around it and gently hollowing your cheeks, mischief glistening in your eyes.

“Yeah, I want you to fuck me like you mean it, Jeno,” you heaved against his spit-slicked skin, nuzzling your head against his cock to worship the impressive length you couldn’t wait to finally have inside you, the rubber dripping with your saliva. “I’ll fuck you like the little bitch you are,” he groaned, letting you press kisses along his shaft for a little longer until he was growing impatient as well, roughly pulling you off and up towards him so he could lick the artificial vanilla from your tongue. “Get on our hands and knees for me. Be a good girl,” he whispered against your lips once he broke the kiss. “Are you gonna make me behave?” You giggled, dipping your head down to suck on his pulse, knowing well that he’d get teased by his teammates for the dark hickeys that stood out strikingly against his pale skin. “You’ll get all docile as soon as you’ve got a cock inside you and we both know that,” he chuckled, leaning his head back so you could lick and suck on the prominent veins of his neck, “I don’t even need to try.”

“You’re so full of yourself,” you snickered, not so gently biting down where his neck met his shoulder. “Jealous?” Jeno just laughed hoarsely, rutting his hips up against your stomach to remind you that he indeed was still achingly hard. The joke was so stupid, you couldn’t hold the giggle from spilling past your lips, muffling the sound into his skin even if the shaking of your upper body gave you away anyways. “I hate you. I really do,” you giggled, playfully slapping his chest when his hands were shamelessly roaming your curves while you tried to stifle your laughter. “You don’t,” he whispered, pressing a sweet kiss to your temple. “I don’t,” you admitted, “But you completely killed the mood, you idiot.” “Have some faith in me,” he laughed, playfully slapping your ass before he switched your positions in a heartbeat so you were the one with your head on the pillows. “And now you’ll turn around and so I can fuck you like you deserve,” he growled into your ear, the low sound sending tingles down your spine that you didn’t even think about obeying him until you noticed that your body had already moved on its own, steadying yourself on your hands and knees just how Jeno had asked you to.

“That’s my good girl,” he praised as his hands mapped out the curve of your back all the way to your ass that he grabbed roughly, tearing a surprised moan from you. “Get inside me,” you demanded, arching your back further until you had nothing left to hide. “You want it?” Jeno asked hoarsely, grinding his cock through your wetness. “Fuck me, Jeno,” you sighed. “There you go,” he groaned, burying himself inside your warmth in one smooth thrust, that you felt zip up your entire spine, pleasure setting your nerves on fire. “Fuck, you take me so well,” he cursed, the grip he had on your hips turning bruising as he ground his cock deep inside you, “Like you were made for it. My personal little cocksleeve.” You could only choke on your answer when he chose that exact moment to build up his rhythm, pulling out almost all the way to fuck back into you to make you feel all of his length. And god, did you feel it all the way to your throat, the feeling so good all sounds of pleasure came out garbled and you soon lost the strength in your arms when a particularly harsh thrust hit your sweet spot dead on and you crumbled down to the mattress.

“Is it that good?” Jeno taunted, sounding as breathless as you felt when he stopped his harsh thrusts to instead filthily grind inside you, pushing you down further until your back simply wouldn’t arch anymore and you were sure you could feel him somewhere in your stomach. “God, you’re amazing, fuck,” he cursed, fucking into you with short, harsh movements like he didn’t even want to pull out. “Jen- fuck,” you couldn’t even voice how good he was making you feel with the almost constant pressure against your sweet spot, too busy trying to heave in breaths whenever the lightheaded feeling got too much.

“Get up here so I can hear you,” he heaved before collecting your body off of the mattress so your back was pressed against his chest, one arm wrapped tightly around your body while the other held onto your hip to keep you steady as Jeno picked up his rhythm again. You were barely able to hold back a surprised squeak, your hands flying up to hold onto his straining biceps. “So pliant for me,” he rasped into your ear, nudging against your head until you let it fall back to give him access to your neck. “Such a good girl,” he added, gently sucking on the skin until he had the taste of iron on his tongue. “Jeno,” you whined, pulling out the second syllable. “I’m just evening out the playing field,” he chuckled, referring to the marks littering his neck almost like some bizarre necklace. You couldn’t even be mad at him like you wanted to when the feeling of his lips on your pulse was so addicting it made you arch further for him, greedily chasing after your high.

“So beautiful,” Jeno groaned, shifting his grip on you so he could cup one of your boobs roughly while his other hand slipped between your legs to find your clit. “Fuck,” you cursed, trying to get away from the sudden pressure against your bundle of nerves, the touch too much but exactly what you needed at the same time. But because Jeno knew your body annoyingly well, he simply held you a little tighter so you couldn’t squirm away from the onslaught of pleasure that his fingers brought you. “Always so sensitive,” he commented, the grin obvious even in his strained voice. His thighs must be killing him at this point but you weren’t going to ask him to change positions if it felt so right to be pressed against his chest like this as he pistoned his hips to drive his cock deep inside you, the sound of your bodies slapping together loud in the quiet apartment. “Stop talking and make me cum,” you whined, rocking back against him to meet his thrusts, creating just a little bit of extra force that had you both moan out loudly. “But where’s the fun in that?” He teased, slowing his fingers on your clit down to a maddeningly lazy pace, just enough to have you writhing in pleasure but not enough to get you closer to the edge.

“Jeno please,” you resorted to the one thing that you knew made Jeno go weak and that was begging, “Please make me cum, I wanna cum on your stupid cock so badly.” “Fuck baby,” he cursed, his hips stuttering and losing his precise rhythm. “Please, Jeno,” you whined, twisting your head until you could mouth at his jaw, “Make me cum, please. And then you can use me for your own pleasure. Fuck me like a little ragdoll until you fill me up with your cum.” “You don’t know what you’re doing to me,” Jeno groaned, roughly grabbing you by the chin so he could smash your lips together in a hungry kiss that was more teeth and tongue than anything else but it felt exactly right even when Jeno’s thrusts stopped and his big hands were just aimlessly roaming your body like he hadn’t mapped out every curve and dip time and time again. “On your back,” he sighed against your lips once he broke the kiss, his eyes blown so wide they seemed like bottomless pits of darkness, “I wanna see you when you cum.” “Such a romanticist,” you giggled but complied after pressing another lingering kiss to his swollen lips.

But because you couldn’t not tease Jeno at least a little bit, you shamelessly spread your thighs wide to expose your core to him, fucking two of your own fingers inside. “So empty without your cock,” you sighed, throwing your head back as you slowly moved your fingers to savor the drag. “Seems like you know just how to take care of that problem,” he chuckled, shuffling closer on his knees, loosely stroking his cock. “Doesn’t feel as good as your cock though.” “Nothing will feel as good as my cock,” Jeno promised, gently grabbing your hand by the wrist to bring your fingers to his lips, eagerly curling his tongue around the digits to taste your arousal. The sight shouldn’t be so fucking hot but his eyes were burning into yours and his moans reverberated somewhere deep in his chest. “Get in me now,” you mewled, hooking your legs around his waist to pull him closer.

“I’ll ruin you for every other cock,” with these words, Jeno swiftly fucked back into you, grabbing your legs to throw them over his shoulders. “Please,” you could only answer, screwing your eyes shut tightly when his strong thrusts nailed your sweet spot with the way he held you. “Taking it like a good girl,” he moaned, his fingers digging into your thighs were the only thing that kept you anchored and prevented your mind from flying off to some other place, lulled in a could of deep pleasure that made you lose all your abilities to filter what sounds were coming out of your mouth. “Please,” you whined, somehow registering that you were begging again, for what you didn’t quite now but Jeno seemed to know exactly what you were asking for because he immediately brought his fingers back to your clit to rub it in tight little circles, sending your mind into overdrive as you arched your back for him. “Cum, princess,” he heaved, sweat glistening on his brow and his chest, “Cum whenever you want. Show me how good you are.”

“With you,” you panted, clenching down around his thick cock, “Cum in me, Jen.” “I’ll fill you up good,” he growled, folding you almost in half as he bent down to pant into your neck, “Breed you so well.” “Yes, please,” you mewled, throwing your head back despite knowing that you were using protection, the simple image enough to have your mind running wild with images of his cum seeping out of your core. “Fuck, baby, I-” he stuttered, muffling his groans by biting down on your neck, the pain so pleasureable, you couldn’t keep yourself from cumming even one more second, your orgasm crashing over you like a tidal wave and leaving you breathless as you stared at your ceiling, sure little firecrackers were going off somewhere over your head. You felt more than you heard Jeno moan against your chest as his hips came to a halt, grinding his cock deep inside you, his muscles flexing beneath your fingers as he came as well.

For a while both of you were just catching your breaths, coming down from your respectable highs until Jeno’s calming weight felt more like he was trying to suffocate you under all the muscle his body was built of. “Get off,” you grunted, pinching him in his side to get him to move. “Why can’t I have nice things with you?” he groaned but rolled off of you anyway, carefully holding the end of the condom as he pulled out before tying it off and throwing the rubber into the general direction of your trash can. And of course because his hand to eye coordination was extraordinary, the sound of papers rustling announced he had actually hit his target. “You’re so annoying,” you rolled your eyes when he beamed at you like he had just won the university cup and not hit the trash can with his used condom. “I’d appreciate a little more enthusiasm,” he grinned, letting his body fall back to the mattress right next to yours. Shaking your head, you didn’t deem his excitement worthy of an answer, simply staring at the ceiling of your room and enjoying the quiet between you and Jeno.

“The sex has been better ever since we broke up,” Jeno destroyed the silence engulfing the two of you. “Because you fuck me like you don’t care about me. Like you’re still angry at me,” you sighed. “I do though. Care about you,” he confessed, turning his head so he could look into your eyes if it wasn’t for his too-long bangs obscuring his vision. “Jeno,” you sighed, gently stroking the hair from his eyes, “There was a reason why we broke up.” “Remind me.” “You don’t have time for a relationship and I can’t deal with your stupid groupies hanging off of you every time you step outside your home.” “I never cheated on you,” Jeno stated, his voice stern and gaze piercing, “You know that. No matter what anyone says.” “That’s not the problem, Jeno,” you groaned, looking away from him to wrap your blanket around your naked body, suddenly feeling too exposed beneath his gaze, “I am not having this conversation again. Grab your clothes.”

“Not even letting me shower? That’s cruel even for you.” “You hate my shower,” you shot back only to find him smiling, propped up onto one of his elbows. “Join me,” he asked. “Jeno,” you sighed again, pulling out the last syllable of his name, “This thing between us hasn’t worked out the first time. Why should it work now?” “It’s good enough that we keep coming back to each other,” he argued, reaching out to intertwine your fingers so he could bring your hand up to his lips, pressing a tender kiss to the skin, “I’ll do it right this time, make time for you in my schedule even if it’s just to bring you coffee to the library or to walk you to your morning class.” “Jeno…” “I know I can do better. Try harder to show you how much I like you,” he promised. “That’s not,” you groaned, ripping your hand free to bury your face in them, “That’s not going to fix this. To fix us. There are two people involved in a relationship. But everyone is always up in your business and I can’t deal with that. I can’t keep seeing these girls pressing their tits in your face and asking you to sign their asses when you’re supposed to be mine.” “But I want to date you. And I know you like me past my body and my talent. You like my boring jokes and my pancakes.” “You’re not boring,” you interrupted Jeno who immediately shushed you. “You like me for always stopping to pet stray kittens even if it means running late, you like me for my Redbull induced quadruple texting at midnight, you like my terrible attempts at singing along to your favorite songs in the car. You like me for who I am past my body. You like me for me. And that’s why you’re different from all the others and it’s why I like you so much as well. You care about me and it makes me want to care for you tenfold.”

Moved by his words, you stayed quiet, just staring into his eyes. “Say something,” he begged after a while. “You rehearsed that, didn’t you?” You grinned, earning yourself a hit to the shoulder before Jeno rolled on top of you, pinning you to the mattress with his full weight. “I give you a whole speech and this is your reaction?” He whined as you laughed loud and unashamed, carding your hands through his matted hair.

“I really want to try again,” he mumbled into your skin, drawing random shapes with the tip of his forefinger, “We can work on our communication. I like you too much to just let you go without a fight. I think I could fall in love with you.” That of all things made your heart skip a beat or two before it started beating twice as fast. “I think I could too,” you whispered, revealing the whole reason why you had broken it off with him in a fight. To protect your fragile heart from possible pain in the future. “Please let us try again,” Jeno whispered back, “We’ll do it right this time. With cheesy cinema dates and walks in the park, sharing some ice cream late at night.” “I’m scared,” you confessed, gently scratching Jeno’s scalp to calm your own nerves. “If we communicate well, we’ll get through all the hardships on the way. And I’m sure I can make you happy,” he promised. “I don’t want to be your second priority again.” “You won’t,” he was quick to reply, “I can’t promise I’ll never disappoint you but I will work my hardest to put us first and baseball and everything else second.” Leaning up on his elbows, Jeno found your eyes filled with unshed tears. “I really want this to work, I like you so much,” he smiled tenderly, “And I was an idiot to only realize that after I let you walk away and not didn’t reassure you when you opened up about your insecurities.” “I’m to blame as well,” you swallowed down the lump in your throat as you gently cupped his cheek, “You’re the most loyal person I know, there was no need to be so insecure when you were nothing but honest to me.”

“We’ll work on that this time,” Jeno smiled, bringing your faces together to nuzzle your noses together which made you giggle happily. “Okay,” you breathed, kissing him slow and softly like his lips were delicate rose petals. “I really like you,” Jeno smiled so brightly, his eyes curled into little crescents. “I really like you too,” you replied before you got lost in his touch again.

#me and my unhealthy obsession with this trope #IM GONNA SJHFJHSJFFSD #THIS SUCH A GOOD READ?!?!1 #ch: ljn #gnr: mature

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huangrens · 3 years ago

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DAMN WHY IS IT SO HOT IN HERE?!!?!?!?!!! yas to me bc e2l my kind of thing <333

PAIRING | college rival!jeno x fem!reader

SYNOPSIS | he can't stop thinking about you, no matter if you're both in class or not.

WC | 2.081k

GENRE | college au!, smut, rivals to secret lovers

WARNINGS | cursing, light nipple play, choking, finger sucking, hair pulling and spanking if you squint, exhibition, breeding kink (not really, no mention of kids or pregnancy), jeno just being really needy and calling you sweetheart

AUTHOR | sam <3

A.N | jenos been bias wrecking me if you can't tell. and just like jeno needs you, i need feedback, so don't be shy

Your phone buzzes loudly on the lab table in front of you, drawing uninterested glances from around the room. Even though you were blatantly breaking the no phone rule, your professor ignores the interruption and continues to mumble on about the different types of alkaloids.

Thankful for the distraction, you grab it and open the new message waiting for you.

Jeno: meet me in the right wing stairwell

It's tempting. It really is, but you should be listening to the lecture and taking notes. Finals weren't too far off and you were more behind in chem than you'd like to admit. But just as you're about to turn off your phone and toss it in your backpack, two more texts come through

Jeno: please.

Jeno: i need you

You groan inwardly, mentally beating yourself up for the stupid decision you were about to make.

You: be there in 5

A few people watch you as you gather your textbooks and shove them in your backpack, but nobody says anything. Such is the joy of college.

The hallway is empty when you push open the lab door and walk out. In fact, you don't come across anyone on your short walk, everyone either in class or in the library doing final reviews.

No one used the right wing stairwell anyways. The only thing it led to was an electrical room and a janitors closet, no other classrooms, no exits. Just a set of stairs leading down to a small room with two doors that were usually locked.

The perfect place to hookup.

When you reach the entrance to the stairwell, you push the door open slightly. "Jeno?" You whisper loudly, but no one replies.

Fuck, was he seriously going to make you go all the way to the bottom? There were no lights, and if the janitor just so happened to be down there, you would get in a heap of trouble.

You reach for your phone to text him, but he seemed to have the same idea.

Jeno: come down here.

You roll your eyes and shove the phone in your back pocket, ready to curse him out the moment you saw him. Or maybe not, it was too quiet, the only sound being your footsteps on the metal stairs.

Down down down you go, deeper into the depths of the science building, until you reach the bottom. The second you plant your feet on the floor, a strong hand wraps around your upper arm and tugs you to the side, making you stumble into a hard chest.

"What the fuck." You shriek.

A hand comes up to clamp over your mouth.

"Shhh."

With your heart hammering in your chest, you let out a breath of relief. It was only Jeno.

"Hands off me, you prick." You shove against him and he releases you.

You can barely see him in the dim lighting, just a glint of his platinum blonde hair here and there, but you can hear him laughing, trying to be quiet, but failing.

"I'm sorry, you know how echoey it is down here." he whispers, shuffling closer towards you. His hands snake around your waist, and pull you flush against his body.

"Yeah, I know asshole. Now what do you want. I was in class."

Jeno irritated you. Maybe it was the years of competition. First in middle school science fair, and then science olympiad in high school, and now in college, both competing for the top class spot. The one that got more job offers after graduation. You'd be damned if he got it, which is why you should be in class right now. Not tangled up in his arms at the bottom of a random staircase. You don't even know why you agreed.

"I'm sorry," He mumbles, lips attaching themselves against your throat, "I needed you."

Ah, there it is. No matter how much you detested him, and he, you, he was fantastic at sex. Not that either of you would tell a soul. Everyone knew how competitive the two of you were. They could never know you were in his bed most nights.

"Y/N" he whines, dragging you out of your thoughts. His hips stutter into your own, making you painfully aware of his growing bulge. "I said I was sorry. I was just thinkin' bout' you in class and how much I missed feeling your body and I couldn't stay. I knew you were in chem so it wouldn't matter if I texted you cause' I know you hate chem and I was so hard. I am -" He grabs your hand and moves it to the front of his sweats. You draw in a deep breath. He wasn't lying.

"Okay, Okay." you whisper.

You thread your fingers through his hair and pull his head up. Now that you were inches away from his face, you can see the unmistakable lust clouding his eyes.

"Kiss me, idiot" And he does. He kisses you hard, teeth scraping against teeth, his tongue swiping your bottom lip, and at one point he bit it. Not hard, just tugging on it, silently asking you to open up so he can taste you. When you finally did, his tongued moved with your own sending shivers down your spine. God, how you loved his tongue.

You don't know how long you stayed like that - messily kissing, your hands in his hair, his hands roaming up and down your body, but eventually, it wasn't enough.

The growing wetness in your underwear was becoming uncomfortable. You wanted to feel him in you.

"Jeno." you whimper, moving your hands from his hair to the front of his shirt.

One of his own fidget with the hem of your shirt for a second before reaching under. He drags a singular finger up your stomach until he reached the bottom of your bra.

"Can I?" He asks, hesitant, even though he's done this a thousand times before.

"Yes, please." You whisper.

He moves the cup of your bra down and easily finds your nipple. At the same time, his lips meet yours, consuming the involuntary moan he knew was coming.

While he pinches and rolls the sensitive bud between his fingers, you try to speak, try to tell him that you want him to fuck you, but you can't stop stuttering, so you reach down and grab him through his sweats, rubbing your hands up and down the bulge in his pants. He groans against you, pushing his hips harder against your hand, hoping to gain more friction.

"Wanna fuck you." he mumbles, hands withdrawing from your shirt all too soon, and moving to the skirt you were wearing. He tugs at bottom of it, pulling it till it drops around your ankles, your panties following suit.

Before you can register what's going on, he's spun you around and pressed you up against the wall again, one hand wrapped around the roots of your hair, the other freeing himself from his sweats.

Without warning he pushes himself into you, not that you needed one anyways. You were already dripping wet for him, the sticky arousal sliding easily down your thighs.

He goes still inside you for a split second, giving you and himself time to adjust. His head drops down against your shoulder, both of your gasps filling the still air.

"Please," you whine, moving your ass back against him. And with that, the split second is over and Jeno's thrusting into you hard. If it wasn't for the grip he had on your hair, you would have slammed your face into the white brick wall.

His free hand reaches around your neck and grabs your throat, cutting off your airflow and pushing your head back so that your back is arched even more. He could kiss you from that angle, god knows he wanted to, but that would have slowed down him down and you just felt too damn good for him to go any less than his full potential.

"Please what baby?" he chokes out, labored gasps falling from his open mouth.

His fingers bruise your throat from the position you were in, but you manage to wheeze out an answer, "Deeper, please."

Tears spring into the corner of your eyes from your air being cut off and you almost can't take it anymore, but it was as if he was reading your mind because he releases his hold and lands a heavy smack on the swell of your ass.

You cry out into the darkness, no longer able to stifle the pleasure as he angles his hips so that he's hitting your g-spot.

"J-Jeno." you sob, hands aimlessly scraping the wall, trying to gain purchase on something, but it was no use. There was nothing to grab onto.

Your eyes shoot open in the dark when you hear the heavy creak of the stairwell door, but Jeno doesn't stop. Instead, his hand snakes around you again, this time tapping against your lips. You open your mouth and soon his fingers are pressed flat against your tongue, rubbing slightly.

"Quiet sweetheart." he whispers in your ear. You gag around his fingers, and as much as you hated it, you couldn't hear a sound. It did the trick.

Heavy footsteps thunder down the stairs rapidly. Jeno's powerful voice booms, echoing off the walls, "Who's there?"

The pitter patter of feet stop for a second before starting up again and before you know it, you hear the stairwell door open and close again.

"Well that was easy." Jeno chuckles, removing his fingers from your mouth with a wet 'pop'. You're gasping for air, and your legs are starting to hurt from the force of his thrusts. And as if there was never an interruption at all, Jeno's mouth is beside your ear, grunting and panting, voice whiny and shaky, "wanna cum."

You weren't anywhere close to your orgasm but you knew he was holding out for you, "Cum in me." you gasp. His hips stutter, and you can only imagine the surprise on his face.

"I don't have a condom on." he says, running a hand through his hair.

It was a stupid move; a bad decision, but you didn't care. You wanted to feel him fill you up. Feel him twitch as he cums inside of you, shooting white ropes of cum into your dripping cunt. You could feel yourself getting closer to your orgasm by just the thought.

"It's okay, I'll buy a plan B," his thrusts are starting to slow down, so you push back against him, "Please, I want you too."

"Whatever you say sweetheart."

You really needed something to hold on to in that moment, but there was nothing, so you swallowed your moans as best you could and put all your focus onto not falling.

He pushed into you faster, the sound of skin slapping against skin lewd in the small space.

"Gonna fill you up." he growls, hands kneading the flesh of your ass, "and watch it drip down your thighs after." his voice breaks on the last sentence, the swell of his orgasm catching up to him. He falls forward, one of his arms shooting out to prop himself up on the wall as his hips rock into you. With each twitch of his cock, milky ropes of cum paint your walls.

"Fuck." He groans, hips slowing down now that he was spent. You both stay there for a second, catching your breath.

He presses a tender kiss to the underside of your jaw, "Thank you."

"Don't mention it." you giggle.

You can't see him but you sure can imagine how he looked right now. Hair sticking in every direction, a hand coming up to scratch the back of his neck sheepishly, "How are we going to clean up?"

You reach down and grab your panties, pulling the up so that when he slipped out you could just cover yourself before his cum really did drip down your thighs and get all over the floor.

"On the count of three," you say, "One, two... three." It was a fast maneuver but it worked.

He's shocked, that much you can hear in his voice, "You're just gonna keep it there?"

"Until I get to my dorm and shower, do you have a better option that I'm not aware of it?"

"No."

"That's what I thought."

"Geez, no need to be rude Y/N."

"Shut up idiot."

"Yes Ma'am"

#OUT OF WORDS LITERALLY #HOT HOT HOT #ch: ljn #gnr: mature

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