#jeno icons

[leejenowrld]

‘just the tip?’ (m)

genre — smut, fluff

word count — 1.3k

synopsis — you’ve only recently started having sex with your boyfriend, jeno, so naturally, you’re still getting used to his size and the fact that he needs to size train you.

pairing — lee jeno x fem!reader

“just the tip, okay? i promise, baby.”

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Jeno’s smile, radiant and filled with adoration, hovered above you as he watched your reactions closely. The room was bathed in a gentle light that softened the edges of his strong features, casting him in an almost ethereal glow. His expression was tender, filled with an affection that had deepened since you both decided to explore this intimate part of your relationship. Though you had been his girlfriend for a few months, comfort around sex had only recently blossomed between you. Since the night you lost your virginity to him, the two of you haven’t stopped having sex.

“Just the tip, okay? I promise, baby. We’ll start there.” Jeno whispered close to your ear, his voice a tempting blend of excitement and reassurance. He could sense your nerves, the slight tension in your body, but he also knew your deep desire to be close, to experience the fullness of making love with him. With every word, he aimed to soothe your worries, determined to make this encounter as pleasurable as it was comforting for you.

You felt the pressure of his tip against you, the initial contact sending a complex cascade of shivers down your spine—anticipation mingled with a twinge of apprehension. The sensation was intense, more so than you expected, as he gently began to push forward.

The stretch was sharp, a vivid contrast to his usual careful, gentle approach, and instantly, tears welled up in your eyes. These weren’t tears of pain but of overwhelming sensations, flooding through you as you felt even just the slightest bit of him inside.

As the sharp stretch gradually softened, the overwhelming sensations transformed into a rhythmic pulse of deepening pleasure. The room seemed to shrink until it was just the two of you, the quiet broken only by your synchronised breathing and the gentle creaking of the bed. With each careful adjustment, Jeno eased a fraction deeper, responding to your soft sighs and subtle nods.

“You’re doing so well, baby, just trust me,” Jeno cooed, his voice low and soothing, his breath warm against the side of your face. He watched you closely, his eyes scanning your expressions with an understanding that only someone who truly knew you could possess. He recognized each flicker of discomfort, each silent plea for reassurance.

You nodded, trying to steady your breathing, but you couldn’t stop the tears that streaked down your cheeks. There was frustration mixed with the tears—frustration at the sharp tug of pain that came with the pleasure, at the necessity of going so slowly. You loved Jeno deeply, loved the physical expression of your bond, but wished it didn’t have to start with discomfort. Yet, every time he entered, he felt overwhelmed, as if you were trying to accommodate him anew.

Under the soft glow of the bedroom lamp, your lips quivered and more tears flowed. The emotional and physical intensity was almost too much to bear. Jeno was larger than what you were used to, and each attempt to adjust to his size was a blend of challenge and thrill.

“Look at me,” Jeno whispered, tilting your chin up to meet his gaze, his eyes filled with concern and desire. “I know it’s a lot, but I’ve got you. We’ll go slow, okay? Just relax with me. I’m never gonna hurt you.”

You nod, signalling him to continue, but as Jeno moves deeper, the stretch intensifies, bordering on pain. Your breath catches sharply, a quiet gasp escaping as more tears stream down your cheeks. The sensation is overwhelming, each inch he advances pushing you to your limits.

“Jeno, stop,” you gasp out, the discomfort briefly overshadowing the budding pleasure.

“The safe word, baby,” he reminds you gently, his tone firm yet filled with concern. He reassures you that he will stop at a moment’s notice if you use the agreed-upon word, a rule established to safeguard your comfort and safety. Yet, as you catch your breath, the initial sharp pang of pain begins to ebb, and you realise that, in a deeply conflicting way, you crave the intensity, the push and pull between pain and pleasure. Secretly you don’t want him to stop and he knows that too.

“Okay, I don’t want you to stop,” you breathe out, the words almost lost amidst the heavy air of desire that fills the room.

He smiles, a look of pure confidence spreading across his features. “You can take all of me, can’t you, baby?” Jeno’s tone is teasing but firm, promising more than just words. He adjusts himself, aligning perfectly with you, his intent clear.

As he begins to move, his pace is relentless. Jeno thrusts deeply, each stroke designed to test the limits of your endurance. The fullness is intense, pushing you both physically and mentally as he fills you completely. His movements are precise, each thrust delivered with a purpose, hitting all the right spots that send sparks of pleasure coursing through your veins.

The friction of his rapid pace creates a delicious, burning sensation that makes you clench around him. Each deep penetration is met with a gasp, your breaths coming out in short bursts. He drives into you, fast and hard, the sound of skin slapping against skin echoing in the room. The bed creaks under the intensity of his movements, matching the rhythm of your escalating moans.

Your eyelids flutter shut, overwhelmed by the sensations. Your toes curl, gripping onto the sheets, as waves of pleasure roll over you. Your legs wrap tightly around his waist, pulling him even closer, encouraging him to go deeper, which he does without hesitation.

As Jeno’s pace intensifies, the depth of his thrusts pushes past all boundaries. With every powerful stroke, he fills you completely, his size stretching you in ways that initially spark sharp intakes of breath. But as he continues, the discomfort begins to fade, replaced by a building wave of deep, engulfing pleasure.

The sensation of him inside you is overwhelming; his girth is substantial, his length impressive. Each thrust is met with a slick, satisfying sound, the sensation of his skin sliding smoothly against yours. He’s relentless, each movement more assured than the last, as he finds a rhythm that has the bed rocking beneath you.

“More, Jeno, more, deeper,” you find yourself crying out, the words torn from your lips by the sheer intensity of the pleasure. Your voice rises, uninhibited, as you begin to lose yourself in the sensation. The pain is a distant memory now, completely overshadowed by the pleasure that pulses through every nerve ending.

Jeno responds to your pleas with a grin, his eyes alight with fiery passion. He shifts his angle slightly, reaching even deeper inside you, each thrust hitting just the right spot. The change sends a shockwave of pleasure through your body, drawing a loud, unabashed scream of his name from your lips.

“Jeno!” you shout, your hands clawing at the sheets, your back arching off the bed. The room fills with the sound of your cries, each one mingled with the constant, rhythmic slapping of skin against skin as he drives into you with unyielding force.

His movements are precise and calculated, designed to maximize your pleasure. You feel every inch of him as he moves in and out, the fullness almost too much but exactly what you crave. With each deep penetration, a wave of ecstasy washes over you, building and building until you’re on the brink of losing control.

Your legs tighten around his waist, your heels digging into his back, urging him on, driving him to go even faster, even deeper. His grip on your hips is firm, almost bruising, as he pulls you into each thrust, ensuring maximum depth. The intensity of the connection is palpable, a primal dance of give and take that has you both spiraling towards climax.

The sound of your own voice screaming his name becomes a constant mantra, each exclamation louder than the last as you approach the edge. “Jeno, yes, yes!” you moan, the words interspersed with gasps and cries as each thrust pushes you closer to release.

With a final, deep thrust that seems to reach your very core, Jeno drives both of you over the edge. The climax is explosive, shattering around you in a burst of blinding pleasure that obliterates all thought, leaving only the echoing intensity of your release and his name on your lips.

[entrecannibales]

۫ ⃜۫🥃 ▐ ▏ RÆL CO ͟NNECTION. ཻུ۪۪͎💵

[saacrilegious]

ㅤㅤㅤㅤأ🩸تى ㅤ𝕿he Vampire Diarie𝓈 𝟣𝟨'𝟨𝟨

[kjdkive]

a nice surprise - l.jn

warnings: fwb, smut, nasty, fluffy, will make you feel single even if you're not, grammar mistakes

a's/n: thinking of making a part two cause this type of jeno is making me feel crazzy. also, part two?

you shouldn't be really doing this, grabbing the key of his apartment jeno told you the location of in case of an emergency, but this is a real emergency and he isn't answering your texts, neither caring about the fact that you're ovulating and going crazy just at the thought of his touch. well, it's not like you have never been to his place alone, you've been here more times than you'd like to admit. but right now, you needed him like you needed oxygen. you don't think he will be angry, or will he? no, i mean, how could he say no to a horny-you in the middle of his living room?

"i guess i'll make myself comfortable." you layed on the couch and turned on the tv, played a random movie but you couldn't pay attention, you were just only thinking of jeno. 

40 minutes have passed and there's still not any signs of him, not even a reply to your text you sent him three hours ago. all of a sudden, you hear the locks of the door make sounds and you prepare yourself for maybe the best, maybe the worst. who knows? 

you watch the man you've been waiting for almost an hour now not notice you, he seemed stressed... maybe that's why he was not replying and just needed to be alone... did you fuck up? he dropped his backpack to the floor and took off his shoes and shirt, leaving himself with just the gray sweatpants he was wearing. three words: holy jesus fuck. 

"jesus." he said, getting shocked from the fact he hadn't see you there. "what are you doing here?" 

"hi, sorry, i grabbed the secret key you told me about and let myself in. i don't know, you weren't replying to my texts and i wanted to see you." 

"you wanted to see me..." he asks smiling as he sits down beside you "or to fuck me?" he grabs you by the waist and sits you down on his lap. 

"mmm, what is the correct answer to that right now?" you caress his hair and smile at him too. "is everything okay? i know letting myself in was weird but when you got here i noticed something was off." 

"aw, you worry about me, maybe you will get some." 

"oh my god, are my tactics working?" you ask, laughing. 

he kisses you as he grabs your face to have the control on the kiss. it's soft and not too short. 

"nothing to worry about, baby." he moves you again so both of your legs are on his sides. "i'm struggling to understand a class and i'm not having enough time to study because of my job, so yeah, it's just the normal stress of everyday." 

you give him a peck on the lips and cup his face with both of your hands and you just give him a soft look, you truly did not want him to stress out, he's the smartest, hard-working boy you know out there, he deserves a 100% scholarship and everything paid, not this. 

"you're really smart, though. like you make me feel really dumb sometimes when you start speaking engineer nerd lingo, it's also really hot." he giggles and you scratch his hair softly while still looking at him, you just feel his hand caress your lower back and sometimes your legs. "besides, hard work pays off and you know that. your job will let you grow on your career and well, we all need a major. just know that this stress will not last forever." you give him a kiss again and another one on his nose. 

"wow, you really will say all that to get some dick." he tells you and you smack his bare chest. 

"fuck you." 

"yeah, you're really trying." he laughs and stops to stare at his hands touching your legs, then your butt and at the end your waist. you get startled when he pushes you towards him lightly. and he kisses you, fervently, the way you've been wanting to get kissed all day. the "problem" right now is that he has never kissed you this passionately. the way his lips move against yours is making you feel something you've never felt before, not with him nor any men you've ever been with. 

"thank you, princess." he tells you. "you know i'm just joking, i do really appreciate your words and support." his eyes were shining as he looked at you. "and honestly, you being here was a nice surprise." 

"it was?" you ask him as he tucked a strand of hair behind your ear and you grab his hand. he just kept staring at you, making it seem like he was admiring every single detail of your face. 

"mhm." and you just stayed there, looking at each other. you were still holding his left hand that was placed on your face and gave it a little kiss. as he sees you doing that, he doesn't let go of your hand and just softly gets your hand to his mouth for him to kiss it. "kiss me, y/n." 

and you do what he tells you to. you kiss him with the same passion he had just kissed you with a few seconds ago. he introduces his tongue into your mouth, playing with yours. it's getting more desperate second after second, his hands that were placed on your waist were now going down to your butt to grab it and force you to grind on him, feeling him very close as you were wearing a dress so he had easy access. one of your hands stayed on his shoulder and your other hand slowly traced a line down his abs so you can grab the hem of his sweatpants.

he kept guiding your hips with his hands and stopped kissing your mouth to move to your neck, giving wet and sloppy kisses on it as he grabbed your hair and tugged it down to give himself more space to kiss, suck and lick.

"come on, baby, keep grinding on me." jeno whispers on your ear. "you're making me feel so good, princess. look so beautiful, so pretty."

his praise was just the little help you needed to moan loudly on his ear and

"that's it, baby, do you feel me? do you feel my hard cock?"

"yes, jeno, i feel it." you moan.

"just for you, princess, only for you, always for you."

you tug jeno's hair as you moan on his ear, making him understand you had just came with the way your legs were shaking. you think you're in for a long ride tonight.

[jujubeweb]

⠀⠀⠀⠀ ּּ📦 ㅤ᩿⠀﹫𝗁𝖾𝗅𝗅𝗈, ꪱ𝗍'𝗌 𝗃𝗎𝗃𝗎𝖻𝖾ㅤ׃⠀𝗍𝗎𝗆𝖻𝗅𝗋⠀ ּּ♥︎

[v6mpcat]

i just wanna ride, get high in the moonlight @jenflag

[hazelnut-affogato]

      ⋆｡° ✮ ❝ oh no.. they made him emo!! ❞

[hyucksrealm]

🧸♡🍪

[lvioung]

ㅤㅤ DJ ㅤput ㅤaㅤ spell ㅤon ㅤme ㅤlikeㅤ a ㅤbeat, ㅤhold ㅤup

[onyourhyuck]

HIT THE BREAKS! | L.JN

— Prologue: 〞 I think my breaks is broken, Y/n. 〃 + 〞 Oh is it or do you want to check my ass when I bend over?〃

— Summary: You’re Jeno’s hot mechanic and he cannot control himself around you.

— Genre: Smut. Car Racer!Jeno x Mechanic!y/n. Mention of making out in the car. Pervert!jeno. Garage sex in a car. Boob-play. Ass obsession. Jeno has a thing for Y/n’s big tits. Groping and Jeno!BigCock agenda.

— Notes: Wanna Ride? — The Series.

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The garage was rather empty today. You didn’t have many customers, which lord forbid since you weren’t up to having so many things to deal with today. Yesterday was quite a hectic day for you. Customers were complaining and telling you to hurry up and fix their damn vehicles or what not.

You’re also human, but your customers forget that. It’s kind crude in a way. They expect you to get things done which you are, but they expect it at the click of their fingers which is ridiculous. You’re not a genie from a lamp who can magically fix their cars, motorcycles or buses.

You have your own life too outside your job. You love being a mechanic but sometimes you can’t stand people and certainly you don’t let people get away with rushing you to fix their problems.

The job you do, you love it. It’s such a hard labouring job but you genuinely enjoy it because in a way to you it’s like you’re solving puzzles. You often understand what the vehicle needs and they can be quite sensitive. They’re machines but the most little thing you do can break them. Which is probably why Jeno has pulled up to your garage unannounced. You see Jeno is a car racer and he’s a pretty darn good one but the thing is he’s very reckless and not good at keeping things alive. He can be rough and messy. The car he uses to race with always, always come to the Garage with something broken. Last time it was the breaks.

Jeno knew that his mechanic would probably start to think how much of a bad car owner he is. He always come up to the garage unnoticed sometimes because he’s always having malfunctions with that car he owns.

The boy came into the garage peeking through. He didn’t see you at first with his eyes until he was met with your figure down against a skateboard, laying on top of it, as you’re under another vehicle with a crowbar pulling at screws and branches that you’re fixing. He took notice of your lovely legs and thighs. You wore pretty shorts and a tank top.

Jeno knocks on the nearby wall with a little glance at your legs before you heard it and stopped pulling at things from under the car. The skateboard roles you out of there and you sit up watching now Jeno. Your expression was rather non-amused and not surprised.

Of course he came back again with another problem.

Your lips let out a sigh as you put the crowbar down now putting your fullest attention to Jeno. “I didn’t get a text message that you’d come along today. What is it now?” You said with a little sigh going back to fixing the motorcycle next to you as you wait for the boy’s reply. It’s clear he’s distracted with how you are bending down in the shorts while also he was here for his car breaks. You’re not paying attention to him and Jeno keeps a stoic expression. You put the equipment down and takes off your mechanic gloves off. Your shirt is covered in oil and dust.

The sight of his hot mechanic made it a lot more difficult to stay composed. Jeno always seemed to check out your body, you were attractive and Jeno would take sometimes more pleasure in watching you fix his car problems while you look hot doing it. It was a little perverted of him, but can you blame him?

The shorts were pretty short. The ones you wore are slightly longer before but today you wore them white short and high. The dirty tank top was brushing against your large breasts, and Jeno’s eyes couldn’t leave your ass.

It looks so perfect and he just wants to reach over and touch it. Just this once but he knew that would be problematic.

Jeno was far too lost in his lewd thoughts about you that your voice and question breaks him out of that a little bit later than usual. He notices that you are covered in dust and oil as he looks up at you and down a little longer. His eyes are still locked on you as he can’t look away from what you’re doing with the motorcycle. He starts to speak up but his thoughts got the best of him.

“Hey, uh…” Jeno says as he feels his heart rate increase even more than before. Why did you have to look extra-hot today? Jeno thinks this was a punishment for him. At the same time it was a glory to be this close to you. “I was wondering if you could look at this issue I have with my car breaks.”

You felt like you were trapped in some matrix when your customer mentions the word of ‘Breaks is broken again’ like you fixed it three times this week and he managed to break it again? You want to believe he was clumsy or he was careless. Either of the two.

“Again? You keep having issues with your car breaks.”Your eyebrows scowl as you found this quite odd so you stand up and walks past Jeno to get towards his car. Your eyes looks at the exterior first, not finding anything weird on the outside. But the problem was clearly inside.

You’re checking for any abnormality anywhere else. But you find nothing. So it really must be the breaks but you don’t understand how more clumsy and careless a guy must be to keep breaking the damn breaks.

Your mouth lets out many sighs and your eyes move over to gently glare, you are now nagging Jeno a little now. “Look if you’re gonna drive and race around with your car might as well take proper care of it.” You treat cars like they’re human, since they cost a lot and then he has to keep coming back if he doesn’t start treating the car nice.

Jeno watches you walk past him to check on his car first. The glimpse of your ass walking away from him really makes this more enjoyable and Jeno is trying so hard not to be obvious. He walks towards his car where you stand in front. He can’t help but check your body out as he watches you in front and he stares at your round shaped ass.

He snaps out of the trance as you turn and start to talk to him again, or you wanted to. Truth be honest he couldn’t even focus once.

“Sorry, uh… I think my breaks are broken Y/n.” He said again, completely doze out. “I just thought I could drive it really fast. You know… get to my destination faster.” He thinks what he’s saying is a good answer but he realizes he’s still looking at your ass.

Your eyebrows raise up when you realised exactly what the boy was now watching. It was you all along. You found this attention to be quite thrilling because you caught him red handed like a burglar caught robbing a house, by a cop. You just felt suddenly a rush of adrenaline and the need to tease and tell off Jeno was there.

He looks so distracted by your shorts, you just want to make fun of him a little, just mess with him some more. He looks like a little perverted boy with that expression of his.

Your eyes scowl and bend down even though he’s staring at your ass in those short shorts, you go to check his breaks now and they do seem slightly off. You raised an eyebrow and saw a reflection of Jeno’s eyes on your ass and a smirk forms on your beautiful lips a little turning around to look at the boy. You see Jeno look up at your face immediately. “Oh is it or do you want to check my ass when I bend over?”

Your tone sassily remarks coming forward to Jeno with an eyebrow raised taunting him as you pressed him against the nearby table in the garage now because he took steps back from you when you started to take steps forward. In response he went back and no longer could go back as he’s trapped between your holds against the table so suddenly it makes his heart race and skip a beat so much, he feels like Jeno might need to go to a hospital.

Jeno feels his face get red and he tries to put his hands up to push himself away from you but he realizes his back is now against the table as he looks up at you feeling completely trapped and caught. His face is now completely red and he feels his heart racing like never before. All he could utter out was broken words. “Uh… well… I mean…” He can barely talk as he still has his eyes on her revealing breasts of yours. They were literally looking up at him through your stained tank top as you were looking up and down at him with an eyebrow raised.

“Oi. My eyes are up here, Jeno.” Your hands motions with a clicking sound in front of Jeno’s eyes to make him look at your face but you are now smirking as you found his flustered face quite amusing. You wanted to teased him while on your job but you knew you shouldn’t be. “Do you want me to fix your car or what? Because you really gotta stop being so obvious.”

You whisper the last part ‘Obvious’ as if it wasn’t so much seen that his eyes couldn’t help but watch your shorts and ass whenever you are in sight.

Jeno finally glances up at your eyes and he looks away quickly as he can feel his face get even redder as he realizes his mistake. “…right. I’ll stop. Sorry. Can you please fix my car?” He looks away from your stern eye contact as he’s embarrassed. He can’t bring himself to look at you right now. You’re clearly aware and know his intentions by him with looking at your body but he doesn’t wanna give it up. So he just went along and apologised to you.

“Is this going to cost me anything?” He said changing the topic, honestly he hopes the answer will be no, because you usually let him off since he’s a car racer. You found yourself giving a cheaper option to Jeno all the time.

You smirk pulling away for a moment. You have to get back to work, and you can’t wait to fix his damn car and have him not come back but you somehow feel like it won’t take a while. He might come back at most next week but even your hopes of him coming by next week was a slim chance. With the way his car breaks keep breaking out on him regularly you might need to tell him to get a new car too. Or maybe a new mechanic because you’re tired of fixing breaks for a living. You’re a mechanic not a break-person to fix.

“Might cost you again if you come here to my garage with another broken break.” You said with a warning tone. You were kind enough to spare him today. You don’t have many customers right now so you can appreciate the quick response. As you walk around grabbing the equipment you grabbed on a certain ratchet. In the moment you turn to him and give him a ratchet and screw driver in the other hand. “But you will be helping me as I fix your freaking car for the tenth time.” You now said sitting inside his car and to fix the breaks and he can sit in the passenger seat where she wants him nearby with the equipment.

When he heard you telling him he will be helping you with the car fixing though, it just shows that you don’t want to leave him out of your sight because he was checking you out earlier.

He wants to say no but he does own you after all. You give him discounts for every checkup on the car and he has to give it to you, you’ve been one of the best mechanics he ever had. So the most he can do is help you out.

You’re bending down at the driver seat area to check the breaks while you’re doing this Jeno was now in the passenger seat watching you attentively. The moment he heard silence but that was completely fine because the sight of you it looks like an advert for him. He is waiting for you in the passenger seat to command him or something. But the sight of your breasts and ass in view it was something else that keeps him entertained.

He wasn’t sure what took over him today but you wore this outfit to work and now he has to admire it, it would be a crime not to admire you right now. You’re in a lower position where the view was absolutely perfect. He can see everything. Every little detail about you and you’re not even aware of his eyes glued on you because you are too busy fixing his car down below in the driver seat.

Your tank top was stained with oils and rustic paint and sometimes you have dust all over your clothes but in a way that turns Jeno on even more to see you covered in car oil and dust.

It was authentic. You don’t see a beautiful and attractive woman covered in car oil everyday and look so good in it too. The tank top you wore even surprised Jeno because your breasts look quite heavy and big he will be honest, and he can now see a closer look at your bra and the colour of it.

Jeno clearly wasn’t listening because then he heard your voice which he didn’t catch onto but your hand was reaching for something for him to give to you. “Pass me the ratchet.” Your lips firmly said reaching your hand over to his thigh tapping him because he seems distracted again, you sighs and lifts your head up a little above.

Your face doesn’t say anything but he can now see your perfect birdseye view of your cleavage from your tank top that’s slightly dirty from the oil and other car dusts. Rustic on the shirt and shorts, it just makes you look more comfortable but beautiful and stunning to him. There’s nothing better than seeing someone comfortable in their element.

Jeno looks down and realizes that you tapped his thigh with your hand and he’s completely caught off guard by this. His eyes are wide open and he looks up at you again.

“O-Oh… um… yes. Here.” He hands you the ratchet and he looks back down at your shirt. He tries to peek inside your cleavage as he looks at it from his point of view but not in an obvious way. He notices the hint of the color of her bra through the thin shirt was pink. The bra colour was his favourite honestly but it was quite obvious since he has pink hair himself right now.

Jeno spoke out as he saw you use the ratchet down below to fix an unlucky mistake it seems. “You almost have the car fix already?” He now asked wondering how long you have to do this for.

He hears a non-verbal hum from you as a response to his question, Jeno took that as a yes even though he wasn’t sure if it meant that.

The pink bra took his attention again by his eyes glued on your shirt again. You’re too busy to notice, it seems to be showing when you are working and moving, your breasts wiggle sometimes in the hold, and when they jiggle it just makes it hard for Jeno not to get aroused. Especially right now? His hot mechanic was working on his car with revealing clothes and messy hair that he wants to touch.

You’re too busy to even notice his obvious eyes that are filled with slight turned on lust. You were using the ratchet to unscrew certain objects, but you seem nearly finished.

Jeno couldn’t help it but run his thoughts freely and speak them without realising it at first. He lets out a little chuckle the more your breasts took over his mind. The desire to have and touch them, it was high. And you’re turning him on so much right now he never felt like this before.

“…I think I like this view quite a lot.” Jeno says very quietly as he can’t help but look at you more.

“…I wish they jiggled a little more…” He says under his breath, almost whispering but you probably heard it.

The thing is he was now distracting you with his desperate pleas and efforts to voice his desires right now and you can feel the boy was giving up on hiding everything. Jeno was horny and it shows, especially in that whining voice that was doing wishful thinking. It was distracting you from work however. And you find yourself getting more and more pulled away from the car and all your mind was thinking about Jeno. As much as Jeno was whispering them in awe at your breasts, and as if he was just depriving of the sight it was getting harder for him to get controlled. You sigh now as you heard him say his last words under his breath and looks up at him with a little glare though you were getting embarrassed and not surprised. Jeno was mildly amusing with his words.

“You do realise I can hear you hm?” You hum with little sweat running down your forehead, it just makes you look more rough and sexy to Jeno, and his urges were getting stronger. Your body leans closer to him as you drop the ratchet and you’re now in the car together a bit closer with him. “Are my breasts really all that fascinating to you?” Your voice spoke in sarcasm.

Jeno looked away quickly as he felt your body move closer to his but he looks straight back at you with a smirk on his face.

“Mmmm…” He says as he tries to think of what else to say but he can’t as he’s just looking at you and your expression. “…I mean…” Jeno then tries to talk again but he’s not really sure what else to say. His face is still very red. “They’re pretty nice.” He says quietly now. Jeno was a little smug right now when he said how nice they are, heck nice was an understatement.

When he said they’re pretty nice he wasn’t lying. They were pretty big and perky, and the pink bra looks tempting. You raised an eyebrow and stare at his red face though you can see his little smirk as he does say they’re pretty nice.

“You’re slightly perverted, you know?” You whisper with a teasing tone and leans a little closer which makes your breasts move too, pressing up against his body a little by little now. “Do you come here to stare at my chest and ass?” You we’re interrogating him with questions.

“I’m actually here to get my breaks fixed on my car…” He says quickly but then realizes what you are asking him leaves him off guard. “…but… I… uh… I may have also wanted to look at you and your body as well.” Jeno says it with no remorse as he’s still looking at your body but he has a small smirk.

He feels you have leaned closer again and he can feel your breasts up against his arm but he doesn’t even try to move away from you as he just stares at you waiting for anything to happen. The heart beat of his was moving so fast it’s like he was being chased to death.

Their bodies were close, as the breasts were pushing up against his arm and he didn’t even move because the way the chest feels, were squishy and soft. They’re tempting him even more and it was a turn on. Your stares down at his smirk made him feel warm on his face. But it’s like he’s not ashamed at all by what he said and it just makes you amused a little. “I bet you like this right now don’t you?” Your voice whispers close to his ear, looking at his face from the side with a little sheepish smirk.

You might be enjoying taunting him a little now for your own enjoyment but there’s no harm in that right?

“Hmm… I’m liking it a lot more than you’d imagine right now…” He whispers to your words as he looks in your eyes for a moment and he smiles after he says that.

Jeno then looks down at his arm that’s touching your tempting beautiful breast and he bites his lip as he looks up at you. He looks like he has something to ask now while he bit his bottom lip.

“…can I touch it?” He asks in a low voice.

It took you by surprise but somehow, you were liking the fact he asked in a low voice like his self control was leaving his body. “Hmm… you can, just this once.” Your said in whispers as you felt like being nice to him for now, you are taunting him so badly quite a bit and seeing his hands slowly reach to cup your chest right now amused your mind.

The boy didn’t expect you to actually give him permission. Jeno was expecting you to kick him out by now. Heck it feels like a dream to him and right now he takes the opportunity given to him, there’s no harm in that, he thinks anyways there wasn’t. It feels like Christmas for him right now though and Jeno was in borderline disbelief right now.

Jeno’s heart is beating so fast but he puts his hands on your chest and they gently move it around like playing with it. His eyes are still looking at you but you might notice he’s biting his lip. It’s like he can’t control himself and he’s just enjoying doing this for right now.

A slight smirk appears on his face as he stares at you with an expression that is filling his desires slowly. “God, it feels good…” He whispers to you, biting his lip again and looking at you once more.

Your lips turn up into a smirk hearing his words, he’s trying so hard not to get turned on but it’s not working for him. Your chest feels warm and it heats up his hand. He feels very comfortable with how squishy and soft they feel. “Yeah? You look like you you’re ascending into heaven right now.” You teased quietly knowing he looks like he’s never touched boobs in his life, but that would be a lie.

Everyone knows Jeno gets women in his bed whenever he wants, but right now seeing a tough looking intimidating and mysterious guy like him huddling up against your breasts looking like he’s never seen one in his life? It makes you wonder how he’s going to react if this goes further.

Your eyes take a glance at his jeans now, and his crotch looks pretty solid there and you felt another shriek of amusement in your heart.

“And you look pretty… hard down there.” You pressed more against him as your lips now carefully plant close to his ear to whisper how his jeans are tight against his pants, you’re enjoying seeing him look flustered.

Jeno can’t help but look down at his jeans and they’re definitely getting tighter as he feels himself being more turned on. The shaft between his pants wanting to be freed twitches. He looks up at you as you’re so close together and he feels your hot lips against his ear with a hot running breath, giving Jeno goosebumps. He blushes once again and his eyes close slightly as he tries to keep his composure. He notices that the hand that’s not on your chest is now holding onto where his jeans are getting tighter.

“It’s not my fault, you’re just too attractive…” He whispers back to you, as if it was your fault.

“Hmm, should I help you out then? since it’s my fault.” Your silvery voice retorts back with a sneaky tease and playful eyes that only turn Jeno so much more on than before. You move your face to look at him, your eyes are striking and Jeno feels the need to kiss you so much right now. You look kissable under the shade of his car’s roof. He needs you and it shows on his expression and the more he thinks about doing more with his hot mechanic in the car, he could feel the control variable vanish.

Your lips plant on him a small kiss on his jawline and then travels on his lips but you made sure to pause an inch away from the mouth. “Want me to help you out with your problem down there?” You paused because you need his words of consent. You’re not going to do anything if he cannot speak.

The face Jeno was giving you had so many dimensions and the way he looks so handsome with his sharp growing eyes, it tells you he was finding the right words to say. Jeno feels his body freeze as your mouth leans towards him and gives him a kiss on his jawline and then he sees you slowly move towards his lips. He swallows hard as he feels his body get even hotter and his legs get tingly. Jeno’s eyes are almost closed and he feels your lips as they’re a breath away from kissing him.

“Yes….” Jeno says back to you as he looks at your beautiful piercing eyes and his face is still red. “Please help me…” He tries to make it sound like it’s urgent and he needs it right away.

The moment the words hit the air, it was clear between them what was going to happen and neither of them were looking back changing their minds. Your hearts had it set out on the same thing. You didn’t waste a single time, but you leap and kissed him, Jeno was eager and passionate, they kissed until their breaths became ragged and short. The whole thing got steamy and your body pulled gently on his lap as he’s in the passenger seat. The hands drag along the sides of his face as you deepen the kiss letting your tongue go through in. The breasts pressing against his chin and chest area, as your thighs straddle him on the lap, you can feel him twitch in his pants underneath the bottom of your bodies, and it makes your brain fuelled by excitement to know you made him so turned on. It felt like your pride was on the line. You never expected Jeno to be this into you, but perhaps he’s always been this into you and he’s remained calm and composed. Until he couldn’t as today he was begging for you all along.

The tension grows as much as the air became steamy and thick. The makeout you guys share was so deep your face scrunches up against it. The way Jeno’s tongue tastes and feels so rough and gruffly makes your skin crawl with so much energy and warmth you felt your entire heart burst against your chest at this point. The car seat supporting Jeno as his body was supporting your weight with ease you feel just how strong he was supporting you while making out with you in this sloppy messy and dirty kiss that turns the both of you on.

It was obvious that neither of you are planning to stop. You certainly didn’t want to stop now, especially when Jeno is very eager and passionate as he has his arms around your waist and he can feel his hips moving slightly as he feels your thick beautiful thighs on his lap. His hips start to move on their own and he can feel your tongue in his mouth working it’s way in and out to explore some more. He moans a little into the kiss and he starts to kiss you even harder and more deeply. He bites yout bottom lip and he starts to move his hand up your stained shirt.

The way his muscular hands run across your back feeling your body under your upper clothes it makes your soft skin cover in goosebumps by how good this feels. The kiss especially when he bit down against your bottom lip creating a string of moans like they were lyrics to his ears, you never knew Jeno could be so attractive right now, he looks like he’s not going to stop until he has you all wrecked while looking pretty for him and it’s showing, that his expression changed from flustered to completely dark and lost in the pleasure.

The man underneath you holding against your body couldn’t help it but run his hands up your shirt until he feels every single inch of you and the other hand down your back so he squeeze your ass he has been waiting to touch, it made you moan and gasp into the kiss as they share, their tongues making out as one, as their saliva mix in the deep kiss. The hips moved on their own too the more tension grew as their kiss got intense, you begin to grind against his tight pants, in response to how he was squeezing your ass and groping it made your mind go fuzzy.

“Shit… that feels good.” You murmur breathlessly giving him some breather, as the kiss broke apart but their lips were very much close still only an inch apart.

The kiss made his mind become nothing but floating clouds in the sky mindlessly without a purpose.

“This feels so good…” Jeno says back with the same tone a bit breathless as well and he grips your waist tighter which makes you moan a little more. His hands are slowly going up your shirt again and he can feel your body shake slightly as he’s doing that. All because it feels so good to be in his tight grip.

He brings them back to their kiss and he sucks and nibbles on your bottom lip as he feels your body grinding him, it is driving him crazy and his hips are moving again as well in against your suchlike movements.

They reconnect for another deep and steamy kiss between them, which only made them groan. You let out a soft sigh when he nibbles on the bottom lip, it deepens their kiss further and your lower body pressed even more against his own hips and pants. Your fingers ran across his jawline and down further even more.

You took your tank top off that was stained by car oil and rust. Jeno now saw the pink bra again, and your bare big chest that jiggle forward pressing against his chest as they kissed even more deeply. It was such a beautiful sight he would only imagine in books because it feels so magical to see you take off the tank top and watching you willingly strip for him.

There it took Jeno’s eyes immediately, the way your fingers feel on his face. Your touch really makes him want to melt like a puddle in middle of nowhere.

Jeno is completely lost in the kiss as he looks up and feels your fingers go across his jawline. He looks down at perky breasts that’s now moving back and forth with their kisses. It feels like you’re running around like a merry-go and he is following you like a mindless slave to your commands. He was disgustingly obsessed with you and it’s like you have bewitched him.

He pulls at your hips again to move you closer to him as he’s feeling all around your body like you are one of those beautiful art green statues and he licks his lips once again.

“I’ve wanted to do this for so long…” His voice is a bit deep and breathless and he can feel himself getting hard in the pants, every twitch the length crushed in the jeans fabric was a cry out for help, that they need you so bad.

It always made you think about how long Jeno wanted to sleep with you, but somehow your inner instincts told you that you knew all along.

“I always knew you wanted to sleep with me.” You smirk as your eyes slide downwards and your face slightly down to his neck kissing it as you run your hand across down and up his muscular forearms.

“God you’re so hard… I can feel you.” You mumble not able to ignore the hard calling sign for you down below pressing right up against your thigh now as your fingers now slips off his shirt away, running down his abs and you lick your bottom lip at the sight of his chiselled body looking like he was self-made and favourited by the world. He looks perfect, even beyond perfect. You pressed on his lower pants zipper and pulls it down while the playful eyes watch his own orbs watching you intensely, as you’re undressing him completely.

Jeno feels everything on his neck as you are kissing it and he shivers slightly from the simple touch. He can feel you moving down the jeans. He looks down at you and the look on his face is lustful as he stares at your beautiful playful eyes you’re watching him with all along.

He smirks a little amused.

“…Oh?… You can feel that?” He says once again but leans down and grips you steadily now as his free cock springs upwards and you feel your eyes defeat your image that you managed to express him in. You always knew he would be big.

He whispers against your ears now dangerously. “You’re about to feel a lot more than that, sweetheart Y/n.”

But what you see right now was beyond your expectations and guesses. He was huge. Massive. And you’re now left wondering how is he still real?

The moment feels so quick to recounter back. Further he was slinging and pushing his whole cock inside you, you felt the sudden surprise of it completely startle you with the pleasure striking at your brain. You clench and let your hand muffle your shriek. Jeno wasn’t going to waste any time here. He was impatient and what more? You’re teasing him in the beginning.

He can see your shocking expression, it makes him smirk with how the tables have turned to see his hot sly and teasing mechanic now crumble and unfold to his large cock deeply inside her. He was pushing even more and more, it feels like a forever game that he will continue to push himself within your warm and soaking walls. They welcome him like this is his first ever home and Jeno will make sure you know what’s going to come in for you now. Your stomach sucks in as you start to slowly move even if it was shocking you by how he was stretching you like, no, he was ripping you apart and it makes you gnaw at how pleasuring the pain was. It was a pain that makes you feel so full, so full and overflowing cup of wine. That’s exactly how it felt. You feel drunk and high off of Jeno’s shaft in your soaking cunt.

The sight of your pussy was already a heaven to begin with but now that he’s inside you? It feels like he was on a foreign planet.

The sight of you sucking your stomach in as the imprinting member inside you was against your stomach brushing with each thrust he has. The more he moves the more prominent it became and you feel like a pioneer right now, exploring such a new dimension and pleasurable world.

Your moans were slipping out when Jeno squeezed your ass gripping your body forward as he wants your breasts against his chest moving as you’re riding him up and down, Jeno’s core strength was unbelievable. He moved along with your movements and held you like it was no problem for him as well because he was multitasking with his own synchronicity.

His grunts mix in to your own moans and it feels like you’re now a perfect blend. You get along so well when you’re inside each other it makes you wonder how the chemistry between you guys was so good? Jeno understood what your body needed at a time and what it doesn’t want. He kissed up against your neck and down to your shoulders as he runs his fingers down your spine poking by your back as they reach to your ass to grope it once more.

He loves your ass, if that wasn’t obvious to you Jeno might need to prove it to you more. The shorts you wore were hiding your beautiful of how your ass makes him truly feel and everytime you move up in this position he saw it move and flutter open.

“Such a lovely ass you have, Y/n.” Jeno darkly trails in a low tone like he was growling it almost against his teeth.

A spank was softly hit against one of your asscheeks, and so Jeno took a loud proud smile on his face seeing you groan and scrunch your eyes up as it was so overwhelming to be focusing on his large thick cock deeply buried in you while he also smacks your ass. It really was making your brain just go dark, empty and nothing in it.

“Hmm, can’t get enough of you.” He adds lowly, brushing his teeth along your collarbone to plant few kisses there, as he feels your heavy breath against your chest coming out.

The pace of his cock moving in and out of you like you’re a dough being rolled over across a wooden cutting board was enough to have you feeling like you’re nothing but mush. The fact that you’re now fucking your customer in your garage, while anyone can walk in, it makes your brain flutter with thoughts of the scenario. And the scent of Jeno’s car getting steamy and hot as your bodies were overheating and shaking the car with your movements as your sex together was only going more and more rough, it just makes this whole thing somehow more hot to you?

You couldn’t help but whine when Jeno takes a minute to pause and slow down his cock strokes going in you so he can grabbed you into a better hold position now, two muscular arms holding you as he then pressed you even more.

You feel like you’re a pretzel that has been split open.

Jeno looks up at your face planting small kisses on your lips as he whispers. “Oh my god…” When the minute you squeezed around his shape deeply buried in you it made Jeno spasm his head forward and close his eyes, you were really pushing him off the edge. Your thighs clench around him too, and he grabbed a hold on top of them.

You couldn’t help but become so much more aware of how this situation was escalating and you feel your orgasm reaching at the door, as his shaft twitched deeply inside you. It sends your eyes to widen as you mutter whines and moans.

“Fuck you feel so good… shit I’m close, I’m so close… Jeno…”

“Oh yeah?.. Well if I feel so good then…” Jeno says with a smirk on his face, but he’s not going to finish that sentence. He’s gonna keep this quiet, especially since they’re in a garage alone. He pushes himself into you as he leans in and looks up at you and starts to kiss your neck. His hands move down and he slowly goes down on your neck too and then starts kissing the shoulders. His tongue and teeth softly nibble on your soft skin which overstimulate you so badly you feel like you’re crushed between two holders, ready to burst.

He was so close to his own orgasm right now too that he keeps on moving his hips forward, rolling them out as you moan even more it was getting to the point you cannot stop them coming out.

It felt too good, to be on top of Jeno as his smaller waist rolls upwards while holding your body with the remaining core strength and those hips thrustings forward, it had your eyes balling out.

You whimper out. “Then…?” As you wait for him to finish the sentence as you feel so much more lighter than before. It made you feel like you’re floating.

Jeno’s eyes darken as you clearly wanted to know what he wanted to say, and he smirks amused leaning closer whispering against your lips as he pecks them. “…want to see you make me… fill you?”

He whispers as he looks up at you and he looks a bit out of it.

“Oh god… Jeno.” You murmur as you’re just begging him now to do that, the idea of it…it was tempting him even more to fill her up as his climax was now there. It was perfect but risky. You knew that but why did it feel so good? The sound of him doing that to you makes you groan as your brain was recreating memory flashes of it.

He needed your proper words so he edged you even more by speaking now. Jeno moves his lips a bit lower to your jaw and he brushes along the cheek as he slowly moves back up to your neck and he nibbles it again. “Then… can we do something a bit more dirty?… I’m a… bit of a rough guy…” He says it with his mind gone and he starts to moan a bit. You feel like you’re lost with this guy and you couldn’t help but feel every right decision leave your body and you nod at him frantically.

“Fuck… Jeno fill me up. Make a mess…” You whisper giving him the encouragement and he smirks as you’re now clearly into the idea.

Jeno’s face was still red and they were both sweating a bit now. He moves his hips slightly more as he’s feeling like he’s going close to his climax now. He smiles as he stares at her. Your eye contact never leaves and as the bodies were crushed together sweating as one and pouring your hearts into the whole moment you’re sharing. The hearts race hard and you feel your stomach exploding by the warm growing knot inside your belly. Jeno can tell you’re about to finish, because your eyes roll back and he held you with one hand on your back behind as he supports your glum body that feels exhausted. You’re still not able to believe how Jeno has this much energy. He can’t hit the breaks on this.

You want to tell him to Hit The Breaks! Tell him to slow down as it feels like you’re about to pass out from how good he’s been fucking you in the garage but you can’t bring out your muffled voice.

“J-Jeno … slow down!” You murmur with a moan, but Jeno wasn’t in the moment available as he’s so busy focusing on the own orgasm, it was like he truly lost all his humane control.

He wasn’t kidding when he said he’s a bit of a rough and dirty guy. He truly does get down and dirty and you feel your heart racing so much your brain was now visualising stars in your sight.

Jeno grunts, causing it to come out like spikes with his fingertips kneading your hips roughly, it made you moan.

“I’m almost there, fuck, fuck almost there Y/n…”

He lets out a breathy whine in between the words as your bodies were slapping on top of each other and he’s just holding you in an embrace as your body gave up midway but he, he wasn’t stopping as his orgasm was now pouring in.

“Fuck… fuck fuck.. I’m coming… ah… I’m coming.”

The whole world stops spinning now and it took a long intake of oxygen to hiss through his nose as he was fluttering at the end of his entire liquid spreading like a wildfire deeply inside your stomach, he could feel the tip of his cock kissing your womb so lovingly as he’s filling you to the fullest. He hasn’t came like that in so long, heck, he feels like he came a lot more than anything he has ever done before. Your body was so compatible with him it made Jeno lose his sight for just five seconds, as he swore he only focused on your racing heart against his head. He gripped on your hips so tight as the final thrust was made and then, he lets out broken gasps.

You run your eyes down below as you see the sweat dripping off your bodies, and how his glistening black eyes were now covered in water spilling out, it was so good that he was struggling to even contain himself together.

The climax he had was one of the best things, he’s ever experienced.

Jeno admires your worn out expression and he gently cups your face as he strokes your hair that is now a mess, but he still thinks you look beautiful even if you look like you came out of war.

His eyes fell to your lips and back to your eyes. “Can I kiss you?” He whispers as he wonders if he even had permission to do that still.

You feel your cheeks grow warm as you hear his little quiet voice. How was this the man who wrecked your shit? He looks so soft right now.

Jeno completely changed demure. He was calm and soft nearly clingy as he wants to have a taste of your lips and you feel your eyes light up at the same words he said.

“Yeah… you can kiss me.” You feel Jeno lean in and give you a loving and soft kiss on your lips, completely different kiss from previously. He was now gentle as if he was scared to break you.

One thing you know for sure, Jeno can’t Hit The Breaks! When he’s with you. He knows no self control when it comes to you.

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𓈒 ִ ۫  . ♱ Heaven Knows I'm Miserable Now . ݁ ✧ ༚ ࣪ ˒

[leejenowrld]

after all this time?

word count — 8.2k

genre — smut, fluff 

synopsis — you run into jeno, your ex, at a college party. despite a tough breakup, the spark between you never faded. after a night of reconnecting and reigniting, you realize some feelings are too deep to ever truly go away.

warnings — explicit sexual content, explicit language and swearing, sexual themes, intense emotional scenes, reconciliations and reunions, don’t expect unnecessary and forced angst, this is a story of two emotionally mature and intelligent lovers, communication communication!!,  oral sex, unprotected sex (stay safe!!), intense smut scenes with themes of dominance and submission, scenes depicting emotional vulnerability and deep angst, themes of unhealed emotional wounds and confrontations, mentions of past relationship trauma and heartbreak, hea!! 

“After all this time, you still love me?” you whisper, your gaze intently searching his for confirmation.

He nods, his response quick and unwavering, infused with a depth of sincerity that leaves no room for doubt. “After all this time,” he affirms softly.

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The muffled thump of music grew louder as you and Yeji approached the house, the bass reverberating through the cool night air. It was your first night on campus, and the idea of starting over had already filled you with enough nervous energy to last a lifetime. Transferring halfway through your academic course wasn’t something you’d planned, but circumstances had changed, and now, so had you. 

Your arms were interlocked with Yeji’s, her presence steady and reassuring. You shot her a thankful smile, feeling a rush of gratitude wash over you. You hadn’t expected to make friends so quickly, especially on your first day, but Yeji had greeted you with a warmth that immediately put you at ease. Her bright, welcoming smile and easygoing attitude made the transition less daunting, and now, with her by your side, you felt like maybe—just maybe—things would be okay.

As you glanced around, the neighborhood was bathed in the soft glow of streetlights, the shadows of swaying trees flickering against the sidewalks. The crispness of the autumn night lingered in the air, a reminder that you were stepping into a new chapter of your life. A party wasn’t exactly how you’d imagined spending your first night, but Yeji had insisted. 

“You’ll get to know people this way,” she’d said, her voice light and encouraging. And now, despite your doubts, here you were, standing outside a house that seemed to pulse with life from within.

The house itself was large, the kind of place that screamed "party central" the moment you laid eyes on it. Soft, colorful lights spilled from the windows, casting a warm, inviting glow across the front yard. You could see silhouettes moving behind the windows, the faint murmur of laughter and conversation blending with the steady beat of the music. It looked like one of those classic college parties you’d only seen in movies—people standing in clusters, drinks in hand, and a general air of excitement buzzing through the night.

You adjusted the strap of your dress nervously, feeling the weight of the newness pressing down on your shoulders. A party had never really been your scene, especially not on the first night in an unfamiliar place, but something about this moment felt different. You weren’t the same person who avoided stepping out of her comfort zone. You were here now, and you wanted to make the most of it.

“Ready?” Yeji’s voice broke through your thoughts, her eyes shining with anticipation as she glanced over at you. Her energy was infectious, and you found yourself nodding, despite the tight knot of anxiety still sitting in your chest.

You took a deep breath, letting the sounds of the night fill your senses—the distant hum of cars passing, the rustle of leaves in the wind, the faint echo of laughter from the house. It was all part of this new world you were stepping into, and for the first time in a long time, you felt the stirrings of excitement mingling with your nerves.

“Let’s do this,” you said, your voice more confident than you felt.

As the two of you made your way toward the front door, you could feel the energy of the party radiating outward. The door opened, and a wave of warmth hit you, both from the inside heat and the buzz of life within. The soft glow of string lights hanging from the ceiling gave the place a laid-back, cozy atmosphere, contrasting with the thrumming music that vibrated through the walls.

Inside, the house was packed. People filled every available space—some lounging on couches, drinks in hand, others gathered in small groups, laughing and talking. The smell of something sweet and a little smoky hung in the air, and the chatter mixed with the pulse of the music, creating a kind of chaotic harmony. You scanned the room, taking it all in—the casual, carefree smiles of people you didn’t know yet, the flash of colorful cups clinking together, and the low, heady buzz of excitement that seemed to swirl through the crowd.

Yeji led you through the throng, her hand still hooked around your arm as she navigated the party with the ease of someone who’d done this a hundred times before. She moved with confidence, offering smiles and waves to people she knew as she guided you through the maze of bodies, all the while keeping a reassuring presence by your side.

You couldn’t help but feel a little out of place, like you were watching everything unfold from the outside. The laughter, the easy conversations, the way people moved around each other like they belonged—it all felt like a world you hadn’t quite stepped into yet. But being here, surrounded by this energy, made you want to dive in, to be part of it.

“This is it,” Yeji said, smiling as she pulled you to a stop near the kitchen, where a makeshift bar had been set up. Bottles of every kind of alcohol lined the counters, and a few people were mixing drinks with practiced ease. “What do you think?”

You glanced around, feeling the pulse of the party in your bones, the music reverberating through the floor beneath your feet. “It’s… a lot,” you admitted with a laugh, feeling the tension in your chest start to loosen just a little. “But it’s good.”

Yeji grinned, squeezing your arm. “That’s the spirit. Let’s grab a drink and have some fun.”

You nodded, taking another deep breath as you let yourself be pulled into the flow of the night. The unfamiliar faces, the hum of excitement, the newness of it all—it didn’t feel quite as overwhelming anymore. You were here, in this moment, and maybe, just maybe, it was exactly where you were meant to be.

“Who’s house party is this?” you ask, glancing around. The question lingers in the air for a moment as Yeji opens her mouth to answer, but before she can, you bump headfirst into someone’s chest, your momentum nearly knocking his drink out of his hand.

You stumble slightly, your hands flying up in reflex to steady yourself. His chest is firm—hard, even—and your cheeks flush with embarrassment as you take a step back, wide-eyed. You open your mouth to apologize, but the words get stuck in your throat when you look up.

At first, his expression is one of annoyance, his brow furrowed as he glances down at you. But then his eyes meet yours, and everything shifts. His features soften, and time seems to slow down, the noise of the party fading into the background as the two of you stare at each other, frozen in place. His gaze flickers over your face, taking in every detail, and you can see the moment recognition dawns in his eyes.

“Jeno,” you breathe, the name slipping from your lips effortlessly, almost as if your body had been waiting for this moment. You blink, half-convinced that this is some sort of dream—because how could it be real? How could he be here, after all this time?

Yeji starts to speak again, her voice cutting through the haze of disbelief. “Yeah, it’s his party—” She trails off when she notices the way you and Jeno are looking at each other, the sexual energy that seems to hang in the air between you two. It’s like the entire room has disappeared, and suddenly, it’s just the two of you standing there, unmoving, locked in a silent conversation only you can understand.

People around you begin to grumble, nudging and pushing past as you both stand still, blocking the hallway. Someone mutters something about moving, but you can’t bring yourself to care. All that matters is the person standing in front of you, the one you hadn’t expected to see, let alone here, in this place.

“Y/N.” His voice is deeper now, more grounded, and the sound of your name on his lips sends a shiver down your spine. It’s familiar, yet distant—like hearing a song you used to love, but haven’t listened to in years.

You swallow hard, taking him in, trying to make sense of how much he’s changed. The teenage boy you once knew has grown into a man, his features sharper, more mature. His jawline is strong and defined, the once soft angles of his face now chiseled. His hair, slightly tousled in a way that looks effortlessly perfect, falls into his eyes, which are darker and more intense than you remember. There’s a confidence in the way he holds himself now, his broad shoulders filling out the leather jacket that clings to him like a second skin. He’s beautiful, in the way that takes your breath away, but there’s something different about him too—something distant.

You can’t help but smile at him, though your heart hammers in your chest, a mix of emotions swirling inside you. Joy, disbelief, and something deeper—something painful. But that smile falters when you see the way he returns it: tight-lipped, almost forced. The smile doesn’t reach his eyes, and the realization stings, sending a pang of guilt through your chest.

You frown, the weight of your last interaction with him crashing down on you. All those years ago—the tears, the screaming, the painful goodbye. You can still feel the heartbreak in your bones, the ache that never fully went away. It’s all rushing back to you now, as if no time has passed at all.

He looks at you, and for a moment, it’s like he can see straight through you. Every memory, every feeling, every regret. You gulp, your heart heavy with the confusion of seeing him here, after all these years, in a place where you’d least expect to run into him.

You’re overthinking—your mind spiraling through everything that went wrong, how things ended between you two. The guilt gnaws at you, but at the same time, there’s a flicker of something else. A warmth, a quiet happiness in your chest that he’s here. Out of all the people, out of all the chances, it’s him. It’s confusing, overwhelming, and it makes your head spin.

Love was never simple. And seeing Jeno again, after all this time, only reminds you of how complicated it can really be.

“Come here,” Jeno says softly, his voice a gentle command that cuts through the haze of noise around you. His eyes search yours with an intensity that sends a warmth rushing through your chest, and when he notices the flicker of uncertainty in your expression, his gaze softens. He always did think your smile was the prettiest, and now he just wants to see it again.

You hesitate for only a second before moving toward him, a sigh of relief escaping your lips as you step into his embrace. Your heart races, your body thrumming with nervous energy, but being in his arms feels like a release—like slipping into something warm and familiar. His arms wrap around your waist, pulling you close, his grip firm but gentle, as though he’s afraid to let go. The feel of him against you is intoxicating—solid, warm, his body radiating a heat that makes your skin tingle. The scent of him, that blend of fresh soap and something uniquely Jeno, envelops you, making you feel safe, grounded.

Your arms slide up around his shoulders, pulling him closer, your fingertips grazing the back of his neck. His skin is warm beneath your touch, and the sensation sends a shiver down your spine. You bury your face in his chest, feeling the steady rise and fall of his breathing, the soft thrum of his heartbeat beneath your cheek. It’s as if time has slowed down, and for a moment, everything else fades away—the party, the noise, the crowd. It’s just you and him, wrapped in this moment, in each other.

But all too soon, he pulls back, and the loss of his warmth hits you like a cold wind. You blink up at him, confused, your heart still pounding in your chest. And that’s when you notice it—the stares, the whispers. People around you are watching, their eyes filled with curiosity, judgment, and something darker that makes your skin crawl. It’s only now, without Jeno shielding you, that you feel exposed, vulnerable, as if the entire room is dissecting the moment you just shared.

You gulp, trying to shake off the unease, but it lingers, gnawing at the edges of your mind. Why were they all staring? Why were there whispers? What had you done to deserve those mean eyes?

Before you can spiral further, Jeno’s hand reaches for your face, his fingers gently tilting your chin upward until your eyes meet his. The world seems to still again under the weight of his gaze. His eyes are soft, filled with understanding, and without a word, he tells you everything you need to know��focus on me, not them.

“What are you doing here?” he asks, his voice low, sultry, yet threaded with that same kindness and softness you remember so well. His arms find their way back around your waist, pulling you close once more. The feel of him pressed against you again sends a wave of calm through your body, making you forget about all the eyes still watching.

You clear your throat, trying to gather your thoughts. “Oh, I made a new friend, and she brought me to this party. She kinda dragged me along, she’s over there—” you ramble, gesturing vaguely in Yeji’s direction.

“I meant… what are you doing here? In Seoul?” he cuts you off, his gaze steady as he searches your face for the real answer.

“Oh—” you stammer, blinking in surprise. “I transferred to this campus today.”

Jeno’s lips quirk into a small smile. “I’m a student here too.”

You nod, the realization slowly sinking in. “Did you end up doing engineering?” you ask, your voice soft, almost tentative. You fight the urge to reach up and run your fingers through his hair—it was always so soft, so tempting.

He nods, holding back a grin. “Yeah. And you?”

“Journalism,” you reply, your words barely above a whisper, your gaze never leaving his.

“I knew it,” he says, his smile widening as if he’s always known that was your path.

The air between you hums with something unspoken, something simmering just beneath the surface. You suddenly become aware that his arms are still around your waist, holding you close, and the weight of his touch makes your pulse quicken. His body is pressed against yours, so close that you can feel the heat of him radiating through your clothes. Without hesitation, you slide your arms up around his shoulders, pulling him even closer.

Jeno hums softly, the sound vibrating through his chest as he looks down at you. His eyes are darker now, filled with something you can’t quite place. His hands move slowly, trailing up and down your spine, the light touch sending shivers across your skin. He never lets his hands go lower, even though part of you wishes he would.

“You’re so beautiful,” he whispers, his voice low and intimate, his gaze never wavering from yours. The words hang in the air between you, thick with meaning, and you can feel your heart stutter in response.

Your breath falters as you chew on your bottom lip nervously. The weight of the moment settles deep in your chest as your eyes meet his. There’s something vulnerable in the way he’s looking at you, a softness that pulls you in, and you realize that those eyes—those same eyes you fell in love with so long ago—haven’t changed. He’s still there, the boy you knew, the boy who made you feel like you were the center of his world. It’s as if time hasn’t touched the way he sees you, hasn’t altered the tenderness that’s always been there, even when everything else shifted.

“Really?” you manage to whisper, the word barely audible, as if you need confirmation, as if the sincerity in his eyes isn’t already enough.

Jeno’s expression softens, though the seriousness in his eyes never fades. “You’ve only gotten prettier over the years,” he says, his thumb gently brushing the side of your face, his touch so light, yet it carries so much. The way he’s looking at you, with such tenderness and honesty, makes your chest tighten. He’s not just complimenting your looks; he’s seeing you—every part of you, the girl you were and the woman you’ve become, all wrapped into one.

“I mean it,” he continues softly, his voice like a warm breeze against your skin. “You look hot.”

You don’t trust your voice to respond, so you just smile up at him, the warmth of his words seeping into your skin, making you feel seen, understood, and undeniably desired.

You swallow, the heat between you nearly overwhelming, and before you can stop yourself, the words slip from your lips. “Do you wanna go somewhere more private?” Your voice is a little shaky, but the meaning is clear. “We have a lot to catch up on, and this party is kinda dead, anyway.”

Jeno’s eyes widen slightly, and then he chuckles, a deep, throaty sound that sends a shiver down your spine. “This is my party,” he reminds you, his lips quirking into a teasing smile.

“Oh,” you mumble, feeling a little sheepish. “Right…”

You feel your cheeks warm under his gaze, and you mumble, “Well, you haven’t been partying.”

He shakes his head with a soft laugh, then leans down, his voice barely a whisper. “Come with me.”

He pulls back just enough to slip his hand into yours, the warmth of his touch grounding you. The second his arms leave your waist, you feel the absence of his presence, but then his hand squeezes yours, and he gently pulls you through the crowd, guiding you with purpose. The whispers and stares fade into the background as you follow him, your heart pounding in anticipation.

Jeno leads you down a hallway, away from the thrum of the party, and finally into his room. It’s a simple space, neat but lived-in. A TV is mounted  against the wall next to a desk cluttered with papers and books, and his bed is neatly made, the navy blue sheets crisp against the low lighting. The room smells faintly of him—clean, comforting, with a hint of something warm and masculine. He lets you step in first, closing the door behind him with a soft click.

As soon as the door clicks shut, you’re on him, and he’s on you—there’s no hesitation, no space left between you. Your lips collide with his in a heated, desperate kiss, as if neither of you can wait a second longer. His hands are all over you, gripping your waist with a hunger that makes your knees weak, pulling you so close you can barely breathe, not that you care.

You can feel his need, the urgency in the way his fingers dig into your skin, in the way his lips devour yours like he’s been starving for this moment. Your hands are tangled in his shirt, yanking him closer, matching his intensity. Tongues meet in a fevered rhythm, gasps escaping between kisses, the room thick with the heat building between you.

Without thinking, you jump into his arms, your legs wrapping around his waist as he steadies you with a low grunt, his strength evident in the way he holds you so effortlessly. He fumbles for the light switch, turning it off, and the room is instantly bathed in the soft, flickering glow of candles—ones he had lit earlier. The dim light casts shadows across the room, making the moment feel even more intimate, more romantic.

With one hand, he locks the door behind you then with a gentleness that contrasts with the fire burning between you, he carries you over to the bed, lowering you carefully onto the soft sheets. His gaze never leaves yours, full of so much longing and adoration it makes your breath catch. For a moment, he just stares down at you, as though memorizing every detail, every inch of you.

Then he’s on you again, pulling you into his lap, his hands roaming your back as your lips crash together once more. This time it’s even more desperate, the tension between you palpable as soft moans escape both your lips, mingling in the heated air. His hands move up your spine, gently tugging at your clothes, and you respond in kind, your fingers working to undo his shirt, your skin buzzing with anticipation.

You grind down against him, feeling how hard he already is beneath you, and he groans, his grip tightening on your waist. The heat between you is overwhelming, the connection almost too much to bear, but in the back of your mind, something lingers—something you need to say.

You pull back, your lips parting from his with a soft gasp, and he groans again, clearly frustrated by the sudden distance. His brow furrows as his chest rises and falls with heavy breaths, his desire for you unmistakable. “We can have sex after…” you whisper, your voice soft but insistent as you press a gentle kiss to his forehead, hoping he understands. “I just want to talk to you now.”

He exhales, the tension in his body easing slightly as he nods, offering you a patient, if slightly strained, smile. He hums softly, his hand still resting gently on your waist, a small smile tugging at the corner of his lips as he nods, silently encouraging you to go ahead and speak.

“I’m sorry,” you begin, the words barely above a whisper, but the heaviness of them palpable in the quiet room.

He watches you closely, his eyes never leaving yours, his expression soft but serious. The warmth of his body next to yours is comforting, yet the guilt gnaws at you from the inside out.

“I’m sorry for leaving the way I did... leaving us the way I did,” you continue, your voice catching. “I’m so fucking sorry, Jeno. I know it’s too many years too late, but please believe me when I say I wish I could go back. I wish I could’ve stayed with you all these years. I’d go back, and I’d choose you—every single time.”

You try to hold it together, but when you see a single tear escape from his eye, your own walls crumble. The tears spill over, unbidden and uncontrollable. Your hands tremble as you reach up to cup his face, your thumb gently brushing away the tear that trails down his cheek.

“I love you so much,” you choke out. “I always have, and I always will. I’ve never stopped loving you, Jeno. The biggest mistake of my life was leaving you, and that will always haunt me. I’ll always regret it. I’ll always hate myself for what I did to us, to you.”

His lips part slightly, as if he wants to say something, but you continue, needing to let it all out, needing him to understand.

“I didn’t want to leave you. It was the hardest decision of my life and one I wish I never made. Japan wasn’t worth it... I hated every second. I missed you every single day. I didn’t even realize how much I missed you, how much I needed you, until today.”

The vulnerability of your words hangs in the air between you, raw and exposed. The years of separation suddenly feel like nothing as you bare your soul to him. Jeno had always been the one you could unravel yourself for, the one who knew every emotion, every thought, even when you tried to hide it. It was strange to realize that after all this time—after all the changes life had thrown at you—your feelings for him were unchanged, as deep and intense as ever.

He sends you a tight-lipped smile, one of understanding, and gently wipes away your tears with the pad of his thumb before leaning in and kissing your forehead softly, the tenderness of the gesture almost breaking you all over again.

“It’s okay,” he whispers, his voice low and calm. “You don’t need to apologize to me. At the time, I was hurt, but I knew you had your reasons. We were so young. I never held anything against you all these years. I’ve always been proud of you. No one deserved that opportunity in Japan more than you. I’m sorry it didn’t turn out the way you wanted. But Y/N, it’s been so long, I don’t feel the same pain as I did when you left. I accept your apology though.”

A sigh of relief escapes your lips, a heavy weight lifting from your chest, though the tears still threaten to spill over. “You were always so understanding and supportive,” you murmur, your voice thick with emotion.

He smiles, that familiar, kind smile that always made you feel safe. “It’s not hard to be when it’s you.”

You exhale shakily, still reeling from the intensity of the moment. “I’ve been imagining this for years, you know. Finding my way back to you, having this conversation, figuring out what I’d say to make things right. I’ve never forgotten you, Jeno. Not once. I didn’t think I’d see you tonight... but it feels good, it feels like nothing changed, even though I know everything has.”

His eyes soften as he listens, his hand still resting on your cheek, grounding you in the moment. But there’s a question hanging in the air, one that you know he has to ask.

“Why didn’t you contact me again?” he finally says, his voice gentle, not accusatory, but filled with genuine curiosity. “You had me blocked on everything. I tried to reach out, but I couldn’t.”

You lower your gaze, shame creeping up on you, and you bite your lip. “I didn’t have you blocked at first,” you admit quietly. “But after how I left things, after that massive fight we had... I didn’t think I deserved to be in your life anymore. I felt so guilty, Jeno. I didn’t think I deserved you, so I blocked you to stop myself from calling, from telling you how much I regretted it.”

He nods slowly, processing your words. “So why now? Why did you change your mind?”

You take a deep breath, trying to find the right words. “Time has gone on, and a lot has changed. I’ve grown up, and I’m not losing you again.”

A slow grin spreads across his face, softening the lines of tension that had been there moments before. “So you always imagined coming back to me?” he repeats, echoing your earlier words with a teasing glint in his eyes.

You smile through the tears that still linger in your eyes. “I always knew I’d find my way back to you.”

Jeno's grin widens, and without warning his lips capture yours again, but this time there’s a deliberate, slower intensity behind the kiss. His hands glide up to cradle your face, fingers strong yet gentle, as he guides you back onto the bed. His weight presses softly against you, but his touch remains light, controlled, like he’s savoring every second.

He leans down, his lips tracing a path over your skin, brushing across your forehead, your cheekbones, down to your jaw. Each kiss is unhurried, but there’s a quiet hunger in the way his lips linger, in the way his breath comes hot against your skin. He knows how to take his time, but there’s an underlying sense of control, a restraint that makes every touch more electric.

His hands move lower, fingertips grazing over your hips, sending shivers through you. His lips follow, trailing from your neck, down over your collarbone. His touch is confident, exploring your body with a slow, deliberate pace, like he’s memorizing every inch. There’s a heat between you, building with each press of his lips, each pass of his hand, as he continues his slow descent.

He gazes at you with a hunger that sends a shiver down your spine, his eyes dark and filled with desire. Gently, he guides you onto the soft sheets, his hands never leaving your body. As he kneels between your thighs, his fingertips trail lightly along your skin, igniting sparks wherever he touches. The anticipation builds as he lowers himself, his warm breath ghosting over your most sensitive areas.

“Such a pretty pussy,” he murmurs, his voice husky. He places tender kisses along your inner thighs, each one drawing a soft gasp from your lips. His eyes flick up to meet yours, a mischievous glint dancing within them before he continues his journey.

When his mouth finally reaches your core, he starts with a gentle, lingering kiss, his lips soft against you. A sigh escapes you, and your fingers instinctively weave into his hair, the silky strands slipping between your fingers as you hold him close. He smiles against you, clearly enjoying the way you respond to his touch.

He begins to explore with his tongue, starting with slow, deliberate strokes that make your breath hitch. He licks a teasing line from bottom to top, savoring every moment. The sensation sends a jolt of pleasure coursing through your body. He nips lightly, his teeth grazing just enough to add an edge to the softness, then soothes the spot with his tongue.

“Jeno,” you moan softly, your voice trembling. He responds by gripping your hips firmly, pulling you closer to his eager mouth. His movements become more passionate, his tongue circling and flicking in a rhythm that matches the pounding of your heart. The heat between you intensifies, every nerve ending alive under his attentive care.

He sucks gently at first, creating a delicious pressure that builds with each passing second. Then he increases the intensity, drawing you deeper into a haze of sensation. The wet warmth of his mouth contrasts with the cool air of the room, heightening your awareness of every movement.

Your back arches off the bed as you feel yourself losing control. You tug at his hair, a silent plea for more, and he groans appreciatively, the sound vibrating against you and adding another layer of pleasure. His name falls from your lips like a mantra, each syllable filled with need.

He adjusts his approach based on the shifts in your breathing, the tilts of your hips guiding him. One hand remains firmly on your lower abdomen, pressing just enough to enhance the sensations rippling through you while he releases his other hand from your hip to entwine his fingers with yours, his grip is reassuring yet possessive. Holding your gaze, he spits softly, the unexpected act intensifying the slickness and sending a thrill through you. “You taste so good,” he whispers against you before diving back in with renewed fervor.

His tongue moves expertly, finding the perfect rhythm and pressure to push you toward the edge. The combination of his mouth and the subtle squeeze of his hand around yours creates a connection that feels both electric and intimate. The sounds filling the room—the soft slurping, his occasional groans, your escalating moans—blend into a symphony of raw desire.

The tension within you coils tighter, a wave of heat building low in your belly. “Please… don’t stop,” you whisper, barely able to form the words. He answers by doubling his efforts, his tongue moving faster, more deliberately. He nips and sucks with just the right amount of pressure, his movements confident and unrelenting.

Your thighs tremble around him, and your grip on his hair tightens. The world narrows to the point where only this moment exists—the feel of his mouth, the warmth of his breath, the intense gaze that holds you captive.

With one final, perfectly placed stroke, the wave crests. Pleasure crashes over you in powerful surges, your body shuddering as you cry out his name. He doesn’t let up, guiding you through the climax with gentle licks and kisses, prolonging the bliss until you’re left utterly spent.

As you sink back into the softness of the pillows, your breathing is heavy, your body still trembling from the waves of pleasure. Jeno doesn’t pause; he continues his gentle ministrations, planting soft, deliberate kisses up your inner thigh. Each kiss sends a shiver up your spine, a lingering promise of more to come. When he finally meets your lips, the kiss is deep and deliberate, letting you taste your own arousal on him, mingling it with his desire.

A soft whine escapes you as you feel the hard press of his erection against you. It’s not just the contact but the intent behind it that makes your heart race—a palpable reminder of your shared hunger. You reach down, your fingers encircling his length, and the contact pulls a guttural moan from deep within you. He’s slick with anticipation, his size as formidable as ever. As your hand glides along him, you’re reminded of the first times—those initial encounters where his size was an exhilarating challenge. The memory of how he filled you completely, stretching you deliciously, flashes through your mind. Even the way he felt in your mouth, substantial and overwhelming, rushes back, tinting your cheeks with desire.

Jeno’s eyes darken with desire, locked onto your movements. His breath hitches as you explore, recalling the precise ways to stoke his arousal. As your hand moves, he suddenly grips it gently, stopping your motions. “Don’t baby, I won’t last,” he murmurs with a strained moan, his voice thick with lust. This interruption, laden with urgent need, sends a thrill through you, underscoring the intensity of the moment and the deep, carnal connection that continues to draw you irresistibly together.

He groans softly, his breath warm against your ear. “Do you have a condom?” Jeno asks, his voice tinged with a mix of urgency and desire.

You shake your head, feeling a flutter of nerves and longing swirling in your stomach. The dim light casts a soft glow over his familiar features, highlighting the depth in his eyes. “Jeno… I’m literally a virgin,” you whisper, your cheeks flushing slightly.

His brows raise, a playful disbelief dancing across his face. “No, you’re not.”

You stay silent and pout your lips, which only makes his disbelief grow. “Remember how we used to fuck every day for three months long? I know I was loving you well, but I didn’t realize it would give you memory loss.”

“Hmmm, I don’t recall,” you tease, feigning thoughtfulness.

“You don’t remember me taking your virginity? You don’t remember the way I used to touch you? Make love to you? You don’t remember me being inside of you? You don’t remember screaming my name all night long?”

You blush softly, running your fingers through his tousled hair, the silky strands slipping between your fingers. The familiar gesture brings a rush of memories—stolen glances, shared laughter, the way his touch used to set your skin on fire. “Of course I do.” You finally stop playing dumb. “But you were the last person I had sex with,” you admit, your voice barely above a whisper. “It’s been a long time for me, so I don’t just carry around condoms.”

His eyes widen and he stays silent for a small moment, his facial features registering realization. “What? Really?”

You chuckle, shying away from him and averting your eyes as your honesty makes you feel too vulnerable. The eye contact feels too intense now. “This is why I didn’t want to tell you… I should’ve lied but I was never good at lying to you. I knew you’d make fun of me,” you pout, your voice a mix of humor and embarrassment.

He shakes his head and coos at your words, his eyes full of love and affection as he calls your name in the most soft and delicate voice, drawing your attention back to him. His eyes lock on yours with sincerity and love. “I promise you I’m not making fun of you, baby, I’m just surprised, because the last time we had sex was five years ago,” he murmurs, his thumb tracing gentle circles on your hip. “I know we used to have a lot of sex but that’s a long time.”

“It’s been six years,” you correct him softly. “I’ve not even wanted to fuck anyone else, I was never able to get over you even if I tried to move on.”

He leans back slightly, his eyes widening as realization dawns. “Wait, seriously?” His gaze softens, a mixture of surprise and something deeper reflecting in his eyes. “It’s only ever been me?”

You nod, a hint of vulnerability beneath your steady gaze. “Yes,” you admit quietly. “It’s always been you.”

A slow, affectionate smile spreads across his face. “Well, that’s good to know,” he murmurs, his fingers tracing gentle patterns on your cheek. “Because I don’t want anyone else.”

“There was a while where I tried to force myself to forget about you and be with other guys, but I’d always back out last minute. It was too difficult for me to pretend I wanted another man who wasn’t you inside of me. Sex is a big thing for me; it’s about emotional intimacy, connection, trust, and love… You’re the only one who can make me want it,” you confess.

He grins, kissing your cheek and whispering, making you giggle at his soft and gentle words. “You’re so fucking cute,” he coos.

You hum as he cups your face and you lean your head against his palm. You both share giddy smiles and giggle as he continues, “If anything, the fact you’ve not wanted anyone else makes me even crazier for you. Stop trying to make me love you more.”

Caught in the midst of this emotional revelation, the reality that you’re both still naked strikes you, and the feel of his hardness cock pressing and twitching insistently against you sends a rush of heat through your body. “Jeno… now stop talking and fuck me hard.”

He shakes his head, a playful chuckle escaping him. “You’re the one who needs to stop talking… You don’t think I’ve forgotten about those times when I was cock and balls deep inside you and you’d yap about everything. I was always amazed how, even completely fucked out, you’d still fill me in about your day, the latest TV show you watched, or the book you read.”

You giggle, a spark of old love flickering in your eyes. “Yeah, get used to that again.”

He rolls his eyes but you see the same love reflecting deep in his gaze. He kisses your lips tenderly. “I love you,” he murmurs, his voice muffled against your lips as desire overcomes him. His next words are hopeful, tinged with urgency. “We don’t have any condoms… are you on the pill?”

You shake your head slowly, the mix of frustration and longing intensifying as the heat between you becomes nearly unbearable. Every inch of your skin tingles with anticipation. “But it doesn’t matter. I want you,” you whisper fervently, your voice barely more than a breath. “I want you to come inside me. Just fuck me, please.”

His eyes widen slightly, a storm of emotions flickering across his face—desire, hesitation, and something deeper. “Y/N… are you sure?” he asks, his tone serious as he cups your face gently in his hands.

His thumbs brush lightly over your cheeks, his gaze searching yours for any sign of doubt.

“Yes.” You respond without a second thought.

He exhales slowly, the tension in his shoulders easing as a slow smile spreads across his lips. “Alright,” he murmurs, his voice dropping to a husky whisper. “I need you too.”

As he enters you, it's as if the world narrows to just the two of you, every sensation amplified. The initial stretch is intense—a blend of sharp pleasure and a fleeting ache that steals your breath. A soft gasp escapes your lips as you adjust to him, the fullness both overwhelming and profoundly intimate. Tears well up in your eyes, not from pain, but from the cascade of emotions flooding through you. You never anticipated that this night would lead you here, wrapped in the arms of the man you've always loved. It feels right, destined—as if every moment in your lives had been guiding you back to this point.

"You're so tight," he whispers, his voice strained with a mix of restraint and desire. He moves slowly, each deliberate thrust gentle, allowing you time to acclimate to the depth of connection between you. His eyes never leave yours, filled with concern and an affection that makes your heart swell.

You blink up at him through blurred vision, feeling both vulnerable and cherished under his gaze. "So you forgive me? Do you still love me?" you ask softly, your voice tinged with hope and uncertainty.

His lips brush tenderly across your cheeks, kissing away the tears that have escaped. Each touch ignites a warm spark beneath your skin, sending shivers down your spine. "I never stopped loving you," he murmurs, his words a soothing balm that eases the lingering doubts in your heart. The sincerity in his eyes reflects the depth of his feelings, making the moment all the more poignant.

As his movements begin to find a steady rhythm, the heat between you intensifies. The slow, sensual glide of his body against yours builds a mounting tension, each motion drawing you deeper into a shared world where only the two of you exist. Your fingers intertwine above your head, his grip firm yet gentle, as if he's anchoring himself to you. The intimacy of the gesture sends a flutter through your chest, solidifying the unspoken promises hanging in the air.

"Wait," you breathe out between soft gasps, “Can we go to mine? The bed isn't as big but I want to show you some things.” 

He lets out a low chuckle, the sound vibrating pleasantly against your skin. "Baby... I'm literally inside of you right now," he teases, disbelief and amusement mingling in his expression.

A laugh bubbles up from your lips, mingling with the quiet moans filling the room. "I know you are! I just meant after." you exclaim, a smile spreading across your face as a blush warms your cheeks.

“Wowww, I haven’t even finished fucking you in my bed and you’re already wanting me to fuck you in yours? So impatient, baby…” he tuts playfully, a teasing smirk dancing on his lips.

You pout, a playful glint in your eyes. “I just want to show you my room and the cute dresses and skirts I got.”

He coos softly, leaning in to press his lips against yours, the kiss warm and tender. He promises you that he’ll go to your place tonight and that you can show him everything you want, and that you’ll do whatever you have in mind.

His affectionate shake of the head softens his expression, a mix of amusement and adoration shining through. “You haven’t changed… still the yapper you always were.”

“Hey!” you protest lightly, squeezing his hand with a mock glare, though the laughter bubbling between you both erases any tension. The moment feels light, full of shared history and comfort, wrapping you in a warmth that feels both familiar and cherished.

His lips move to yours once again as he begins to move with purpose inside of you, each thrust deliberate and steady, sending waves of pleasure rippling through you. The sensation of him filling you completely is both overwhelming and exquisite. Your bodies fit together seamlessly, as if molded for each other. His cock feels thick and warm inside you, the veins pulsing against your inner walls with every movement. The slickness between you eases his glide, intensifying the friction that draws soft moans from your parted lips.

Your legs wrap around his waist, pulling him deeper. The angle shifts slightly, and he hits a spot that makes you gasp, your nails digging into his shoulders. "God, you feel incredible," he groans, his voice strained with restraint. A sheen of sweat forms on his brow, and his dark hair falls messily over his eyes. You reach up to brush it aside, your fingers trembling as they trace the contours of his face.

"Jeno," you whisper, your voice barely audible over the sound of skin meeting skin—the rhythmic slap that echoes in the room, punctuated by your shared breaths and quiet whimpers. The scent of desire hangs heavy in the air, a heady mix that makes your head spin.

He gazes down at you, eyes filled with a mix of lust and tenderness. "You're so beautiful," he murmurs, leaning in to press kisses along your jawline, down the curve of your neck. His lips are warm and soft, leaving a trail of fire in their wake.

You arch your back, pressing your chest against his. The friction of your bodies sends sparks of electricity coursing through you. Your hands roam over his toned back, feeling the muscles tense and flex beneath your touch. Each thrust drives him deeper, the intensity building with every passing second.

The pleasure mounts, a coil tightening low in your belly. His pace quickens, hips snapping with a newfound urgency. The sounds of your passion grow louder—his low grunts mingling with your breathy moans. "I can't get enough of you," he growls, his teeth grazing the sensitive skin of your shoulder.

"Don't stop," you plead, your head thrown back as he hits that perfect spot again and again. The world blurs at the edges, your focus narrowing to the exquisite sensations he's drawing from you. You moan softly, your head tilting back as he kisses along the sensitive curve of your neck. “Right there,” you breathe, your voice barely more than a sigh.

“Like this?” he asks, his lips brushing against your ear. His tone carries a hint of teasing, but his eyes are filled with tenderness.

“Yes,” you reply, your fingers digging gently into his back as you encourage him to maintain the rhythm.

His hand finds yours, fingers intertwining as he brings them above your head. The gesture is both protective and possessive, anchoring you to him. The intimacy of it sends a warm rush through your body.

“Look at me,” he whispers. You meet his gaze, losing yourself in the depths of his eyes. The connection between you transcends the physical; it’s as if your souls are touching.

He captures your mouth in a searing kiss, swallowing your cries of pleasure. His tongue dances with yours, the taste of him intoxicating. Your lungs burn for air, but you don't dare pull away, not wanting to break the connection.

Your bodies move in perfect harmony. The bed creaks beneath you, the sheets tangled around your entwined limbs. A thin layer of sweat slicks your skin, making every touch slippery and electrifying.

"I'm close," you gasp against his lips, your nails digging crescents into his back. The tension inside you winds tighter, threatening to snap.

"Me too," he groans, his rhythm becoming erratic. His hand finds yours, fingers interlacing as he pins it gently above your head. The gesture is possessive yet tender, grounding you in the moment.

You whine softly, tears welling in your eyes as you instinctively cover your face, overwhelmed by the pleasure. Each moan that escapes your lips is a testament to the intensity building within you. “Look at me,” he urges again, his gaze searching yours with a dark intensity that sends a fresh wave of heat coursing through your body. When you don’t move your hands, he gently pries them away, his voice low and sultry as he warns, “If you cover your face again, I’ll get handcuffs.” The threat hangs in the air, electrifying the moment and deepening the tension between you.

Your eyes meet his, locking in a gaze so profound it feels as though he’s seeing into your very soul. The stern edge in his expression softens abruptly, replaced by a tenderness that takes your breath away. His movements slow, each thrust becoming deliberate and filled with meaning.

“I love you so much,” he breathes, his voice rough with passion yet laced with vulnerability.

Your heart swells, the raw emotion in his eyes mirroring your own feelings. “I love you more,” you manage to reply, the words tumbling out amidst your mounting ecstasy.

He leans down, capturing your lips in a deep, soulful kiss. The world around you fades as you melt into him, every sensation intensified—the warmth of his body pressed against yours, the rhythmic pulse of his heartbeat, the way his breath mingles with yours.

With a final, deep thrust, the coil inside you releases. Pleasure crashes over you in waves, your vision white-hot as you cry out his name. Your inner walls flutter and clench around him, pulling him deeper.

Feeling you come undone pushes him over the edge. He groans loudly, his grip on your hand tightening as he spills into you. The warmth of his release fills you, a intimate claim that leaves you both trembling.

He collapses gently onto you, careful not to crush you under his weight. His face nuzzles into the crook of your neck, his breaths hot and ragged against your skin. You can feel the rapid beat of his heart matching your own.

For a few moments, neither of you moves, both riding out the lingering pulses of pleasure. The room is filled with the sounds of your slowing breaths, the air heavy with the scent of sex and something deeper—reconnection.

He lifts his head to meet your gaze, a soft smile curving his swollen lips. His eyes shine with a mix of satisfaction and tenderness. Gently, he brushes a damp strand of hair away from your face.

He moves inside you with a relentless rhythm, drawing out until only the tip remains, then thrusting back in deeply. As he pulls out, the slick sound of your combined arousal fills the air, and the visual of his glistening arousal intensifies the raw, erotic nature of the moment. Your eyes flutter, heavy with the afterglow and impending exhaustion, but he’s quick to gently catch your attention.

“Don’t sleep now, remember you have to show me your apartment,” he says, his voice a tender nudge against the lure of sleep. You nod, half-heartedly, your body sinking deeper into the comfort of his bed and his arms, your eyes remaining firmly shut.

He chuckles softly, shaking his head. “Sex always did use to knock you out,” he observes with a warm laugh. “Come on, let’s get you cleaned up,” he whispers, his hands coaxing you gently off the bed despite your protesting groan. He leads you into the bathroom where he runs a nice, warm bath. The steam fills the room as he carefully helps you into the tub, his care and attention washing over you as soothingly as the water itself.

That night, as effortlessly as slipping into a warm bath, he became your boyfriend again. It didn’t feel rushed or unnatural; rather, it was the most natural progression in the world. It was as if fate had steered you back to this exact moment, unwilling to let you waste more precious time apart. Despite the years, the foundation of your relationship remained unshaken; tonight, you simply continued building upon it, marveling at how natural it felt to be together, how much you both had grown.

Later, nestled against him, the vulnerability of your conversation mirrors the intimacy you’ve shared physically. “I still don’t understand why you forgave me so easily though,” you murmur, half-dazed by sleep and contentment.

Jeno’s response is tinged with the wisdom gained from years of reflection, “I was mad at first but then I calmed down. Being angry wouldn’t help either of us. Besides,” his voice softens, “there’s a reason you’re back here with me now. No point in wasting any more time.”

Your mind spins briefly with the image of him with someone else, but his next words reassure you, “You’ve been the only one for me. I never stopped loving you.”

You laugh, a soft, disbelieving snort, “And to think you’ve been the only man I’ve ever been with.”

He grins, the sound of his laughter mixing with yours in the quiet of the night. “And the only guy you’ve had sex with… I still can’t believe it.”

Your voice is playful, yet curious, “So how many girls have you been with other than me?”

Jeno's response is nonchalant, a casual shrug catching the dim light of the room, “Honestly, I don’t keep count.” His tone is dismissive of the past, focusing only on the present moment with you.

“Hey,” you interject gently, shifting the conversation as your eyes soften and your voice drops to a more vulnerable tone, which he immediately responds to with a comforting hum and an encouraging smile.

“After all this time, you still love me?” you whisper, your gaze intently searching his for confirmation. Despite the clear affection and warmth in his eyes—a testament to his feelings—doubt whispers through your mind, pushing you to seek reassurance.

He nods, his response quick and unwavering, infused with a depth of sincerity that leaves no room for doubt. “After all this time,” he affirms softly, his voice a steady anchor in the sea of your insecurities. His simple affirmation, laden with years of unspoken emotion and a steadfast commitment, resonates deeply, offering you a profound sense of peace and belonging. His eyes hold yours, reinforcing his words, a silent vow that despite everything, his heart has remained irrevocably yours.

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authors note — i know i’ve been really inactive, this work doubles as a sorry and a thank you for an amazing follower milestone i’ve just reached <3 mwah mwah enjoy. make sure you leave an interaction if you enjoyed it xx

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