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Day Twenty-Three: Size Kink w/ Jeno

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Summary: Jeno’s a muscular guy, you’re a short non-muscular girl. He thinks that’s adorable. You’re obsessed with how hot, big, and strong he is.

You met Jeno at the gym.

You were trying something new, and that meant moving to Seoul to start a new life. You had a decent grasp on the language, had a strong interest in the culture, and when life gave you a reason to go explore more of the world than just your own little part of it, you’d taken the chance.

Seoul was big and beautiful. There were new experiences to be had.

But the thing was that all of those things required money, so you went searching for a job and found one working as a cleaner at this gym.

You were mostly there late at night in the off hours, though the gym was open twenty-four hours a day, seven days a week, all year. You sanitized equipment, wiped down mirrors, laundered towels, all of the boring things. But it paid, the hours were flexible, you met interesting and attractive people, and you had the opportunity to improve your grasp of the language.

Jeno was a client, though not one that you encountered much in the beginning.

When you first began, he was coming in the early hours of the day. It was only several months into your time working there that you first met him.

He was just back from being overseas (not that you knew it at the time), and re-adjusting to the time difference had Jeno full of energy at a late hour. Shortly after one o’clock in the morning, to be exact.

In that blurry time between Sunday night and Monday morning, there was no one using the gym. Even the one creepy regular old man that sometimes hung out at odd hours wasn’t there. It was just you, the night desk manager, and a bunch of rags as you wiped down and sanitized all the weights in the weightroom. For the moment, you were perfectly alone, humming along to the music playing quietly from your phone.

You didn’t hear Jeno come in at first. Only once you looked up in the mirror to your right after catching a glimmer of movement, did you actually notice him. He was at the other end of the room, minding his own business, so you decided to do the same, though you couldn’t help watching him from the corner of your eye.

He was handsome.

He worked out quietly, focused on just burning off his energy.

You finished wiping down the weights, but by this point, Jeno had begun grunting a bit as he worked out. Maybe you started over with wiping down the weights, spending more of your time watching him through your eyelashes than actually paying any attention to the weights in your hands.

It was exactly your lack of attention that caused you to drop one of the weights, slipping through your fingers to crash loudly to the floor. With your foot right beneath it.

“Shit!” You cry out, dropping to the floor to cradle your throbbing foot.

You forget about the handsome man in that moment, your only thoughts for your foot and the worry that you may have broken it.

But then he’s right there. So close to you as he moves the weight away from you, asking something in very rapid Korean that your pain-flooded brain can’t comprehend in the moment. Whether he realizes that you’re not understanding him or if he’s just concerned for you, he brushes your hands away.

Maybe you shouldn’t just sit back as a perfect stranger unties your shoelaces, as he pulls the shoe off your foot and peels the sock down. You probably shouldn’t let him touch your bare ankle with his surprisingly cool fingers, and him touching your foot to roll your ankle doesn’t necessarily seem like the most proper thing either.

When you hiss a little in pain, he looks up at you again. For a moment, you’re startled into silence.

He’s really handsome.

“Hi,” is the weak word that comes to mind, the first one from your lips.

He smiles. “Hi. Are you okay?”

You nod even though that’s not entirely true. You slip into Korean, now that your shock over the weight slamming into your foot has somewhat passed. “I’m fine. My foot hurts, but I’m alright. Thank you.”

His hand is still on your ankle, his gentle touch soothing the throbbing. “You might want to see a doctor, make sure your foot or ankle isn’t broken.” He looks away from you, back down to where his fingers rest, and he says, “You’re pretty small, what are you doing with heavy weights?”

He does sit your foot gently back down on the floor and he removes his hand from you, but he doesn’t move away. He just sits there, awaiting your answer.

You really shouldn’t be sitting here chatting with him. You have work to do, and you’re not sure that you wouldn’t get in trouble if the manager walked in and saw you talking with a patron. But, he’s charming with an easy smile and warm eyes, so you answer him and then you keep talking. Jeno is easy to talk to.

Eventually you both have to get up. An early Monday morning patron comes in, heading right for one of the weight machines, and both you and Jeno take that as a sign to end the conversation. He checks with you that your foot and your ankle don’t hurt too badly; he waits while you stand up, ready to assist if need be.

You’re short, so even once you’re standing, the top of your head comes just to his shoulder, and your face is level with his chest. You have to take a step back and still tilt your head back a little to look up at Jeno’s face.

He’s smiling as he says, “Be careful. I’m not always gonna be here every night to help you if you drop a weight.”

And although he says it, it doesn’t seem to be too true.

Only a few nights later, you’re in a different area of the gym around the same hour as the last time you saw him, and there Jeno is again. He scans the room as he enters, and when he sees you, he waves. He just runs on a treadmill this time, and you conveniently find something to wipe down near it. Jeno strikes up a conversation, and as he takes a break midway through his treadmill jog, he sits down on a nearby bike machine so he’s at eye level with you.

It happens again a few nights after that. Jeno appears, he works out for a little bit, and then he allows himself to be distracted and to be distracting. Neither of you get too much done, instead spending a while chatting with each other. And then another few nights after that, and again and again.

Frequently, Jeno teases you about being short as he watches you struggle to clean a piece of equipment far above your head or when he catches sight of the two of you together in the mirror.

“You’re so small!” He teases, slipping the cleaning rag from your hand, and he easily reaches up to clean the spot you’ve been struggling to reach. Or, “You’re adorably tiny,” he grins, laying a hand lightly on the top of your head while looking into your eyes in the mirror.

“I’m not small! You’re just big, Jeno.” You whine, snatching the rag back one night when he does this.

Jeno laughs, taking a step back to watch you resume your struggle. He folds his arms over his chest, observing you hopping up onto your tiptoes, arm outstretched to reach a splotchy spot high up on the mirror.

“Shouldn’t you be working out or something?” You pout, a little embarrassed and self-conscious about having him watch you hop uselessly. “Isn’t that why you have a membership here?”

“But you look so cute. I can’t just walk away.” He keeps watching, so you sink down onto your heels, turning to face him--more specifically, turning to face his arms crossed over his chest. They’re all you can really focus on when you look at him. The bulging muscles of his biceps are utterly distracting. He is big. Tall and muscular and you refuse to let your gaze dip lower down his body to the front of his shorts.

A few nights ago you caught a glimpse when you turned away while he was teasing you about being so small. There’d been a bulge in the front of his shorts, and it had taken great strength and mental fortitude to not gawk at the shape of his dick in his shorts.

Tonight it’s taking even more of you to not look.

You have to force your gaze up to his face, fighting the strong urge to look lower, struggling to not let your gaze stick on his arms either.

“Jeno, I really think you should go. My manager was irritated the other night that I only got half the job done on time.” It’s a half lie. Your manager had noticed you’d only gotten part of the cleaning list done, but he was somewhat lazy and didn’t really care what got done. But you need to put some distance between you and Jeno tonight before you do something risky.

The way he cocks his head to the side right now and smiles at you helps nothing.

“Do you want me to go talk to him?” Jeno asks, and he pulls his arms from his chest only to hold them up on either side, somewhat obnoxiously flexing. “I’m not distracting you from cleaning. If anything, I’m helping.”

Now, that’s not true at all. He’s a big distraction and only a little help.

“Jeno.” You reach out, pushing his arm down, but it doesn’t budge. He doesn’t look like you push his arm down even bothers him in the slightest. For a brief moment, the thought of arm-wrestling him and how badly you would lose flashes across your mind. You wouldn’t even stand a chance against him; your hand would be flat on the board as soon as the challenge began.

“Oh, alright,” Jeno crinkles his nose. He lowers his arms down to his sides, but your hand still rests lightly on his forearm. You don’t move your fingers away, and neither does he move away from your fingers. “I’ll go, but on one condition.”

“Hm?” You absentmindedly trace your fingers along one of the prominent veins in his forearm.

When Jeno’s hand comes up to cover yours on his arm, you suddenly realize what you’re doing with a jolt. You start to pull your hand away, but he presses down, holding your hand against his arm.

“Let me take you on a date. Somewhere outside of this gym where we can talk without the smell of sweat lingering in the background.” Jeno smiles. His hand feels a little clammy against yours. Is he nervous right now? “Can I take you out to dinner?”

You nod at first, speechless, but soon you find your voice. “Yes, Jeno. Dinner sounds nice.”

The dinner comes at last about a week later.

Jeno’s only ever seen you before at the gym, so you’re nervous, worrying about what he’ll think when he sees you tonight. What if he expects you to be and look and dress totally different when you’re not wearing the uniform you wear to clean the gym? Of course, you’re going to look a bit more cleaned up, more refined for the date. You put on some makeup, some cute clothes, but what if Jeno’s expectations are still higher?

But of course he thinks you look beautiful. He compliments you several times throughout the date, can’t take his eyes off of you, and tells you again that you’re really pretty.

Afterwards when he’s walking with you down the street outside the restaurant, Jeno tentatively holds your hand. He starts out with his pinky finger rushing along the side of yours (electric), and then his fingers slip over your palm (like fire eating through you), and then he slides his fingers through yours, fingers overlapping the back of your hand (like devastation, it’s so simple).

You squeeze his hand right back, loving the way your hand feels so small in Jeno’s.

It’s just him holding your hand, but your heart pounds with it, and his palm is clammy again. You like to think that maybe Jeno is just as nervous as you are, just as exhilarated by your hand in his.

The date ends with a kiss, and you think it’s so silly that you’re head over heels for him, that you’ve got deeply sexual feelings for him, but just a chaste peck to your lips leaves your head spinning as Jeno walks away.

The next night he’s at the gym again, and he gives you your distance to work. He’s all flirtatious glances in the mirror, and teasing comments any time you come close to him. You’d come in early which means you get to leave early, and the moment that your shift ends, you’re clocking out and gravitating toward where Jeno’s finishing up his workout.

“Hi,” he says, eyes turning into half-moons as he smiles at you in the mirror. “I promise I’m almost done. I don’t mean to be a distraction.” He’s teasing, but actually it’s a rather serious issue how much he distracts you.

“It’s fine. I’m not working now, I just clocked out.” You sit down, folding your legs in front of you, resting your elbows on your knees as you watch him. “Now you can be as distracting as you like.”

Jeno laughs. “So you’re just going to watch me?”

You nod. You like looking at him, can he blame you?

Again, there’s no one around tonight. Even the night manager is slacking off, asleep at the front desk. It’s just you and Jeno, you watching him as he does some pull-ups shirtless.

You can’t help ogling him a bit, but you can tell he likes it, that he’s showing off a bit. His abs flex, his arms strain, and all the while you can only look on in lustful awe. The band of his shorts keeps slipping each time he pulls himself up, exposing more and more of the band of his underwear.

Eventually, Jeno drops flat to his feet, wiping at his damp forehead as he walks nearer to you. His muscles bulge as he approaches, and his shadow falls over you, covering you entirely, and you just feel so tiny in the moment.

“Hey, shorty,” Jeno teases, holding his hand down to you. “Do you want to train a little?”

You don’t necessarily. You would much rather watch him than anything else, but his easy smile and his offered hand make the temptation too difficult to resist. Jeno’s hand is solid and strong around yours as you slide your hand into his. He pulls you to your feet like it’s nothing, drawing you in at the same time so you bump into his chest.

His chest is bare beneath you, damp with sweat, warm and vibrating with the sound of his voice as Jeno says, “Training or should we get out of here?”

That makes your heart pound anew. “And go where?”

“My place, your place. Anywhere.” Jeno places a hand on your lower back and you swear his hand covers the expanse. You can feel his dick against your belly, not that he’s hard, you can just feel it there because of how short you are and how you’re pressed against him and he feels big and you suddenly feel so overwhelmed with need for him, to be made to feel even smaller in his arms, in his bed, with him inside you.

You nod, your mouth suddenly dry. “I think anywhere would do, if I’m being honest. I just…. I want you, Jeno.”

The most you’ve shared up to this point is one chaste kiss, lingering touches and longing glances. But you can see that wall cracking now, the modesty falling away to leave the path clear for you to bring Jeno into your bed.

He smiles. “I want you too. But are you sure?”

Jeno lifts a hand to gently brush a section of hair back from your forehead. He’s so careful with you, and his eyes dart around your face, following the path of his fingers or watching the flutter of your eyelashes when you blink. The way he touches you is like you’re a butterfly, so fragile between his fingers.

“I won’t break, Jeno. I’m small, yes, and I’m short, but I’m not made of glass. I’m more like a teddy bear, squeezable even though I’m small.” You cover his hand on your face with your hand, leaning your cheek into his touch. “I like that you’re bigger and stronger than me, that when I look at you I kind of wonder if you might crush me if you were to hug me too tightly. I want you.”

“I’m not going to crush you, shorty,” he teases. “But let’s go before it gets to be too early or too late. Before we have people coming to look for us.”

“And where are we going?” You ask as Jeno turns and starts walking, his hand clasping yours once more to lead you along behind him. “Mine? Yours? The nearest closet?”

You’re only joking, but Jeno pulls you along right behind him into the men’s locker room. when he catches sight of the look on your face, Jeno laughs and presses at your shoulders until you sit down on a bench.

“Not here.” Jeno grins, looking around at the locker room. “We can go back to mine. But I’m going to shower off quickly before we leave, is that alright?” He runs his fingers through his hair.

He doesn’t strip in front of you, but once he walks over to the shower stalls on the other side of the lockers, you can still catch a glimpse of him in the gap between the curtain and the wall. The narrow sight of a sliver of skin growing as he bends down and peels his shorts and underwear all the way down behind the curtain. You try not to look, but your gaze simply won’t pull away. You catch glimpses and flashes and at one point you swear Jeno catches you looking before he turns his back.

Your imagination wanders while Jeno showers. You imagine getting up, crossing the tile floor to the shower, pulling back the curtain to step inside and join him. You imagine what it’ll be like when you get to his place. You imagine tasting the water droplets from his skin, his fingers sliding wet over your body.

You’re so lost in your fantasies that you don’t at first register Jeno turning off the shower, wrapping a towel around his waist before he steps out.

Of course he catches you staring now.

“Cute,” he says, coming over towards where you sit to reach into his locker behind you. He shoves his dirty clothes in, pulls out some clean ones. You turn your back to provide at least some sense of decency as Jeno pulls a pair of joggers on beneath the towel, and then he dons a fresh tshirt and a jacket.

When Jeno stands in front of you, holding his hand out for you to hold once more, you look up at him with his face all the way up there.

“Ready?” He asks.

“Just one last thing,” you reply. Jeno watches you climb up to stand on the bench you were sitting on. This puts you taller than Jeno, to his amusement. But when you lean down, placing your hands on both of his cheeks, he realizes what’s happening, and he tilts his head to meet your kiss.

It’s not the most romantic location for a real first kiss. Not that the chaste kiss after your date the other night didn’t count, but this one is your first genuine, deep kiss with Jeno.

He lets you control the kiss, taking it at your pen speed, kissing him in whatever way you will. But after a moment or two, Jeno wraps his arms around the backs of your legs. He pulls a little, fingers pressing in between your thighs, and you slide them apart, resting your weight back against Jeno’s hands. He supports you by the thighs.

You sink down as Jeno’s hands move, guiding your legs to wrap around his hips so that soon he’s standing there in the midst of the locker room, holding you up in his strong arms while you kiss him. Your ankles cross behind his back, arms folded along his shoulders.

“I think we should leave,” Jeno murmurs, “before I just end up sitting you down right here, having sex with you right on this bench.”

It doesn’t sound like a bad idea.

But you also really don’t want your first time with Jeno to be in the somewhat gross locker room of the gym.

“Take me home.” You draw kisses down Jeno’s jawline.

He lowers your feet back to the ground, and then you’re going, his hand fixed firmly around yours again, leading the way.

Jeno’s place isn’t so far away. You walk there with Jeno’s arm around your shoulders, tucking you into his side, protecting you from the chill in the night. Dawn is approaching, and with it is the rest of your day. Normally you would be finishing up the last hour of your shift right now, you’d be thinking of heading home to shower and get in bed for a few hours.

You don’t know what the rest of your day looks like right now.

Presumably you’re going to have sex with Jeno, but then what? Will you sleep over? Will you skip sleep and just go get breakfast together? Or will he kick you out as soon as it’s over? You don’t really think it’s that last option. Jeno’s too nice for that.

His place is just a small one bedroom. There’s not much to see because he’s a single young man living alone. A little messy, a little barren in terms of furniture.

Jeno’s kissing you before he’s even got the door all the way open, backing you into his apartment so he can kick the door shut behind him. “So tiny,” he says against your lips, his hands holding onto your hips. Your knees hit the edge of something, and you stumble down to sit on whatever it is. “And clumsy. Do you need me to carry you, my baby?”

Right as you begin to protest to the idea of being carried, Jeno’s already lifting you. It’s like you weigh nothing, which you know isn’t true, but Jeno tosses you over his shoulder, carrying you like a fireman would.

“Put me down!” You laugh, slapping a hand against his back, but Jeno starts walking, holding you there over his shoulder as he moves towards the bedroom.

“I don’t think so.” Jeno pushes in through the door to his bedroom, and a moment later your back is on the bed, the ceiling above you with Jeno laughing as he falls over top of you.

You feel so, so small as he covers you with his body, as Jeno dips down to kiss you once more.

“I liked that,” you say in between kisses. Jeno makes an inquisitive sound, to which you reply, “You carrying me like that, like it was nothing.” You run a hand down his chest, the other down one of his arms, as you tell him, “I like when you show me how strong you are, and when you make me feel small and powerless.”

As if to enhance your feeling, Jeno presses his weight down on you, his arms pressing into the bed on either side of your head.

Yes, you think, this is what you like. The reminder that Jeno is bigger and stronger than you, it gives you comfort while also turning you on. It speaks to that primal part of you that longs for a protector, and you just know that Jeno would be a good protector, that if you pursue this relationship with him he’ll be protective of you.

And you like that. A lot.

Jeno seems to like it too, as far as you can tell.

When he pulls away from you, rolling across the bed while mumbling something about putting a movie on, you can see the outline of his stiff erection against the front of his pants, made more obvious once he turns on the movie to project onto the wall at the foot of the bed.

It doesn’t matter what movie he turns on, as soon as Jeno rolls back towards you, you reel him back into the kiss, just now with the added background noise.

Making out with him lasts for a little while longer, wandering hands of both parties dipping and exploring beneath clothes, the exchange of soft sounds of pleasure.

Jeno is the first to lose a piece of clothing when you lift his shirt over his head. He teases you about how you’re staring at him as he watches you running your hands over his pecs and his abs. But moments later when he demands the even trade of you losing your shirt, he stares at your chest just as much.

Clothes seem to melt away after that. Pants, your bra, socks, Jeno’s underwear.

You can’t contain a small moan when you see his cock at long last. You’ve imagined it at times since you first started talking with him at the gym, and expectation versus reality has never been so satisfying for you. Your imagined version of Jeno’s cock doesn’t perfectly align with reality, but it’s close enough that you can’t believe your luck.

Jeno’s above average, big in all the ways that matter. Big cock, big hands, big heart. At the moment, it’s his hands that take precedence as he helps you out of your panties as they tangle around your ankles. His fingers run up the inside of your leg, and he starts with just gently running his fingers along your slit.

You do begin to watch the movie to some extent as Jeno idly touches you. His fingers stroke between your pussy lips, just touching and teasing, playing with you until you’re soaking wet, and Jeno’s fingertips are slipping through your wetness, one fingertip prodding right there at your entrance.

Even his fingers feel big as he presses one inside you. Jeno just slowly strokes the long finger in and out of you, while you struggle to keep your attention on the movie. You’re interested by the plot of it, but what Jeno’s doing to you is far more interesting, and before long, as he gets three fingers stretching you open, you can’t pretend to watch the movie any longer.

You cum on his fingers, riding them as he continues to fuck you on them, your wetness dripping between his fingers.

He’a only just pulled his wet fingers away from you when he wraps them around his cock, and you watch Jeno start jerking off with your wetness as lube. He slicks his length with it, and you roll onto your side to watch, but even that grows tiring after a moment, the hunger inside you rearing up and ready to bite. So you make the move.

You sit up, throwing a leg over Jeno’s lap, you put your hands on his broad shoulders, pulling yourself forward until you’re hovering over where he’s still got his hand moving in his erection.

“Fuck me, Jeno. Need to feel your big cock.” You moan, dropping your hips down so you can feel him, just needing him inside you.

Jeno obliges, watching your face as he guides his cock right to your entrance, watching your face as you swirl your hips against the pressure of his tip before you press down, sinking slowly around his length stretching you open.

You can feel the stretch, can feel the tightness of his muscles as he holds back from thrusting up into your tight heat. You want to feel him unleash that power on you.

And to some degree he does.

The way Jeno holds you, wrapping his arms around you, pressing your chest to his, it makes you feel like he’s so much bigger than you, like you’re small and safe in his arms. His swollen cock inside you feels huge too as he begins to actually rock his hips off the bed to drive up into you.

You’re begging for it before you even realize. Both of you take on a brutal pace. You drop down on his cock as fast and hard as you can manage. Jeno it’s just simply pounding into you from underneath until your strength gives out. Your legs slide out from under your, and you collapse against Jeno’s chest, which must have been the signal he was waiting for as he immediately grabs your hips with both hands, fucking up into you with all of his jarring strength.

You’re not exactly sure when your orgasm begins. It seems to be a perpetual thing, something you slid into so seamlessly that it could have been happening for ages or have just begun, so constant in the level that you’re crying, muscles jumping under your skin. Your hips twitch in Jeno’s hold, jerking and rolling and twisting like you’re trying to escape the constant onslaught of pleasure.

Jeno’s cock feels like it’s punching in deep inside you, swollen and stretching your pussy to your limit.

“Big one,” you moan. Your fingers claw and clutch at Jeno’s shoulders, your mouth sliding along his jaw and over his throat. “Big.”

“Tight,” is his only reply. “You’re so fucking little, my baby. You like how big I feel inside you? God, can you even take it if I cum inside you?”

“I can take it!” You moan, the sound gurgling out of you, and you hide your face against Jeno’s shoulder. “I can take it.”

Jeno doesn’t let up on your hips, using his hold to bounce you on his dick like you’re nothing more than a toy for him to use. “I’m not sure you can take it, sweet girl. Your little pussy would just overflow with it.”

You start to whine in equal parts protest and arousal. You wouldn’t overflow with his cum, you’re not that little. But at the same time, you wish you would, so that you could watch Jeno’s creamy cum leak from your pussy.

Jeno’s laugh at your desperation turns into a moan as you clench around his cock. “Aw, shit,” he curses, and then he’s lifting you by your hips, pulling you off his cock to just plop you in his lap.

You think the sound of Jeno moaning is beautiful. It’s similar to the grunting sounds you’d heard from him the night you met at the gym, but these are so much better.

His hand works over his cock, cum spurting from the tip to coat your belly and his, the pearly cum glossing over his abs, glazing your pussy as it drips down.

Jeno sighs and drops his head back against the headboard of his bed, his hand falling away from his dick to rest on your thigh instead, trailing his damp and sticky fingers over your bare skin.

You don’t care about his sticky cum drying on your belly and pussy and thigh. You just lean in, taking Jeno’s face in your hands, and you pull his mouth to yours. You and Jeno kiss heatedly at first, working out the last bits of overwhelming lust you’ve been absorbed in for the last however long, until at last the kiss slows into something softer and gentler. Jeno holds you tenderly in his arms, slowly sinking you both down together so you’re lying pressed together in his bed.

Jeno squeezes his arms around you, drawing a small squeak out as he crushes you a bit to his chest. His lips leave yours to instead catch his breath and stare up at the shadows playing on the ceiling.

“Do you want to stay tonight?” He asks. “I won’t blame you if you want to leave either.”

“No,” you moan, turning your head against his chest. “I don’t think I could leave, even if I wanted to. I might as well stay here. Get in some quality time with you outside of the gym, maybe fit in another round or so before we really have to sleep or start the day. You really don’t mind me staying over tonight?”

Jeno laughs, teasing you with, “Why would I? It’s not like you take up much room.”

You sit up, shoving your hands against his chest, sliding yourself over top of him again. “Is that how you want to play it?”

Jeno grins, his hands covering yours on his chest. “It is, my sweet baby.” In an instant he somehow rolls things over so that you’re on your back beneath him, and you make a weak attempt to wrestle with him. You’re nothing compared to Jeno, and when he rolls you onto your side and sinks down behind you to spoon you, you give up the last of your strength to just sink into the warmth and safety, the strength of his arms wrapped around you.

“Goodnight,” he murmurs. “Sleep tight.”

You hum a little, settling down to get a little more comfortable. “Night, big boy.” You reach back behind you and him, managing to slap your hand lightly against his ass, which draws a laugh from Jeno.

Jeno snuggles you tight against his chest, sighing softly, curling around you like you’re his favorite teddy bear to help him sleep through the night.

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