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neopuppy · 2 months

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preview: lonely day

pairing. alpha Jeno x unpresented female reader

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“Jeno?” Squinting, you eye the Alpha shifting from foot to foot outside of your house, his gaze wandering over the mesh net masking your distinct features.

Nervously clearing his throat, he steps forward slightly, noting the gasp you let out before lifting a hand to wave in a feeble harmless manner. “Uh yeah, I.. your school work..”

He motions to a stack of books and papers squished under his bicep. “I overheard Kim complaining about how you hadn’t come in to pick up your assignments..”

“Well, I can’t exactly do that.” You scoff, wiggling your ankle to display the bracelet. The Alpha can only make out a blur of green light amongst the anklet clashing with your sock covered foot, leaning down for a better look. “He did this on purpose to ensure I fail..”

Jeno nods, hoisting the books up with a nod. “I mentioned to him that I live nearby, uhm.. it’s no problem for me to grab your things until you can return to school.”

He squirms awkwardly as you silently observe him with a tight grip on the door dividing the two of you and sigh. “Why would you do that?”

Shrugging, his eyes flicker back and forth over the porch ground beneath his feet that won’t stop shuffling from side to side. “So that you won’t fail this semester?”

“Yeah, but why do you care?” You ask, cocking an eyebrow in confusion. “Didn’t even know that you knew we’re neighbors.”

The Alpha huffs at that, his arm becoming tired the longer you interrogate him. Sweat trickles from his nape into the back of his shirt under the remnants of scolding end of summer sunlight, excusing the change in temperature for why he currently feels anxious. “I’m just trying to be nice.”

Jeno steps back in surprise, nearly tripping over his own foot as you finally push open the screen door with an annoyed expression scrunching up your face. A baggy oversized t-shirt hides your figure, hair still messy as if you haven’t brushed it indicating that you hadn’t planned for a visitor.

“Why?” You ask— again, with a roll of your eyes and arms crossed over your chest, leaning against the door frame. “Since when have you ever cared to be nice to me?”

The Alpha noticeably deflates, letting out a shaky breath as he nods again with tightened lips disappearing into a thin line. “Whatever.”

Moving forward in a rush he shoves the stack of books toward you, eyebrows furrowed together wrinkling his handsome features. “I’ll drop your assignments off next week right here. You don’t have to come get them if you don’t want to.”

Making to exit toward the three steps leading up to the porch, he fixes the strap on his bag, turning to glance at your lost expression. “Leave your completed ones out.. unless you want to save my number and text me whenever you finish?”

“Uh..”

It’s Jeno’s turn to roll his eyes, swiping his phone out of his pocket. “I haven’t got all day.”

“Uh—okay.. yeah sure.” You say, still too bewildered to process what’s happening, and why. “Let me grab my phone, one second.”

Quickly moving back inside, you set down everything and pat around the couch for your phone, realizing how shallow your breaths have become as your screen lights up to 0 notifications.

Jeno waits, using your absence to wipe off the beads of sweat above his eyebrow; avoiding eye contact when you return and stay lightly pressed to the screen door with a hint of fear flicking across your iris.

“Here’s my number,” he mumbles off, watching you add in a new contact, failing to insert a name for your neighbor. Couldn’t even name him with the title of a classmate, the Alpha from your history class, something more than an empty auto generated contact. Not like you’ve been attending school together for the last five years. “Shoot me a text the day before class if you remember.”

“Yeah sure. Thanks.. Jeno…”

The Alpha’s teeth grind slightly from the lack of rank recognition, unpresented or not you knew better than to not address an Alpha properly. Swallowing his pride down, he nods, averting his attention to your ankle. “You know, what you did..”

Jeno smiles softly, forcing himself to brush it off with a shake of his head. “Everyone’s still talking about it, Kim had a shiner the rest of the week, bet that really bothered him every time he passed a mirror.”

“Yeah, tell me about it,” you scowl, shaking your leg annoyed. “Asshole pulled his connections with the judge to make sure I’d receive some type of punishment. Made it seem like he was letting me off easily for not pressing charges. Been having to listen to my mother praise him everyday as if he’s some saint.”

Jeno studies your mannerisms curiously, from the way your voice changes in pitch the more irritated you sound— almost whiny even; never looking toward the Alpha as you rant.

“I’m sure it was the first time Kim’s had anyone stand up to him like that.” He pauses momentarily, tugging on the strap of his crossbody again, something to control the urge to fidget where he stands. “For what it’s worth..”

The Alpha finds your equally curious gaze, continuing to watch you as he begins to back away and head home. “I thought it was cool how you didn’t sit there and take his shit.”

He smiles, shoulders bunching up signifying shyness? And if not for the golden rays of sunshine highlighting his defined cheekbones you’d almost miss the bright pink hue coating his cheeks; pushed up to beneath his scrunched together eyes as he waves with a muttered ‘Later’ and finally turns to disappear inside of his house.

Cool?

You have to laugh, breathily as your arms tighten over your chest in shock. Jaw hung open and unable to stop your gaze from dragging over to your neighbors house.

Jeno Lee just said you did something cool..

Unknown Contact- ‘Forgot to mention, we have a test Friday covering chapters 28-30.’

Fuck, and now he has your phone number.

The back of your phone feels like it’s on fire where it rests on your fingers, rereading the texts on your typically blank screen. Disbelief crowds your thoughts the longer you stare, unwilling to unlock the device in case this is all some dream, you had become rather— obsessed with watching the Alphas daily life from your window the last two weeks.. not that he knew that, right?

Swiping up, your text messages come into view, most from bots or reminders of appointments. A few relatives pestering with questions of your rank with disappointment after your last Birthday, and amongst all of them sat Jeno’s new unopened message.

“What the actual fuck.”

#WIP #LISTEN——#dont knock it until u try it #I KNOW WHAT IM DOING #a nice little plot twist to this one ofc

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preeningpisces · 20 days

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pleaaase could we get some more choso stuff? maybe some more nsfw headcanons if you have them or if not then some drabble of him being a Little Freak (endearing)?? anything that you'd feel like tbh <33

Omfg of course!! I actually have a lil fic I’m working on for him rn, so hopefully I won’t take too much longer. Love me some freak Choso. Thank you for taking the time to send this!

Hopefully this isn't too weird, lol

Choso being a lil freak

Content: fingering, masturbation, handjob, mild dacryphilia, ear eating, saliva, use of good boy and baby

18+ content below, mdni, afab!reader, enjoy!

The TV drones in the background as you scroll through your phone, leaning into the arm of the couch. Anxious anticipation rolls off your boyfriend. You don’t have to look to know he’s fidgeting with the blanket, trying his best to focus on the show—an episode of How It’s Made, his favorite. It’s obvious what he wants, it’s what he always wants when you’re around, but he remains bashful nonetheless. Amused, you let him stew in discomfort, wanting to see how long it takes for him to crack.

He adjusts himself and scoots closer to you, in what you think was an attempt at subtly. A smirk threatens to split your mouth, and you can feel your lips wobble from the effort of resisting. What was once fiddling with the blanket becomes a bouncing leg, drumming fingers, and more frequent glances. Laughter presses against the seam of your lips when he sighs, but you keep it at bay. You’re as focused on your phone as he is on the TV; his energy is contagious and makes your desire spark. But right now, you just want to antagonize him.

Sex is a recent development in your relationship, and ever since you gave Choso the keys to the kingdom, he wants it all the time. Not that you mind. Introducing your boyfriend to sex in all its forms has been fun, to say the least. This isn’t cruelty: you’re just building his confidence to initiate, you tell yourself. Not two minutes later, he says your name in question. Innocently, you set your phone aside, giving him your full attention.

“Do you…?”

“Do I what, Choso?” It’s clear he didn’t anticipate any pushback, because looks ready to retreat.

“Can we?” His stare is intense and imploring as he rests a hand on your knee.

“Oh, I don’t know, this article is pretty interesting” — a lie. When he deflates with puppy eyes, you feel too guilty to not throw him a bone. “But I could be persuaded.” Confusion flits over his face; he really does need everything laid out for him, doesn’t he? “I’m going to keep doing what I’m doing, unless something more tempting comes along,” you say, and with no further explanation, return to your scrolling. You know this worked even though he hasn’t moved, because he’s wringing his hands and mulling over his next step.

Maybe you are cruel. Just a bit.

An unsure arm winds around your hip, and pulls you away from the armrest to sit upright. With a delicate press to your jaw, he turns your head to kiss him, but you pull back.

“Ah, ah—you can’t turn me away or block the screen.” Now understanding the game, he nods with wide eyes. “Good boy.” Excited, he sits right next to you, but doesn’t remove his hold on your hip. Hesitant kisses tickle your jaw and neck—more endearing than distracting. The complete lack of reaction prompts Choso to trail from your jaw to your chest, and cup your right breast.

A post makes you laugh, and you feel him bristle beside you. Riled up, he squeezes your breast harder than you thought he would, and goes for your nipple. Choso absolutely loves your breasts, it’s no shock he sought them out first. What is shocking is how aggressively he’s touching them. Normally, his touch is irreverent and pleading. A weak pinch makes you flinch, but you keep your focus.

“Is that okay?”

“All I said is you can’t turn me or block the screen,” you say vaguely, allowing his imagination to fill in the rest. A sharp pinch is his reply, making you gasp. Tentative kisses are forgotten as he breathes into your ear, now more focused on the weight in his hand. Wearing no bra, there’s only a thin t-shirt between you and his fondling; rolling your nipple around and tugging it occasionally. As if just remembering he has one, he mouths at your jaw, and gently nips at your ear. The sweet attention makes you hum, your eyes hooded as you lazily continue scrolling, barely paying attention to what you see.

Suddenly, the kisses stop, and his hold on you relaxes. You fight the urge to look at him. Is this his way of playing, or is something wrong? Before you can ask, his lips rest at your ear, barely touching. Anticipation stills your shoulders, and you stare at the screen blankly as you wait for him to do something. Those lips press against your ear, and stop, gauging your reaction. When there is none, he kisses your ear fully, gently.

You expect him to move on, but one kiss becomes two, then three, then doesn’t stop at all; his head angles, and his kiss becomes more passionate, fully making out with your ear now. It tingles, and despite your bewilderment, you let out a breathy whine. Emboldened, he introduces his tongue, which licks at the planes and ridges. Cheeks hot and appalled, you shriek his name—he squeezes your hip so hard it could bruise.

Normally, he would release you and frantically make sure you’re alright, but your taunting must have affected him more than expected.The odd sensation makes you squirm, but you stubbornly grip your phone, and don’t turn to him. This only cues him to pull at your nipple with a twist, making you arch and moan.

He’s quick to move on; his hand dips under the waistband of your sweats, then your panties, and wastes no time rubbing soft circles around your clit. As if touching your pussy wasn’t enough, his tongue dips into your ear’s canal, making you nearly drop your phone. It doesn’t go far, but enough that it’s oddly sensitive. Sounds cut in and out, like you’ve dived into a pool and swam back up. Embarrassingly, you feel yourself throb.

“You’re really wet,” Choso says, and immediately returns to assaulting your ear. His bluntness only makes you more mortified, and the nerves in your neck and jaw prickle. The attentive circles are consistent, and keep a steady pace, which only drives you crazy, noises spilling from you freely. With his mouth covering your ear, you can’t tell how loud you are—every sound you make blares internally, as if you’re listening to yourself through earbuds. Your sounds arouse more of his own, overwhelming your mind. You can’t even hear the TV anymore, or the sticky sounds you know your pussy is making.

So enwrapped in pleasure, you hadn’t even noticed Choso was humping the air, his moans somehow both stifled and amplified. Unable to resist, you toss your phone and cup his bulge, letting him grind into your hand. Abandoning your hip, he helps you slide his sweats and boxers down his hips, cock twitching with need once it's exposed to the cool air. You wrap you hand around his cock and stroke him making his legs tremble. The hand previously on your hip winds back around you to continue stroking your clit, while the other slides two fingers in your needy cunt.

“Oh, fuck–oh fuck,” you belt, grinding against his hands, helping him find your g-spot. When he grazes it, you shout his name, and he strokes it with every thrust of his fingers. “Yes, baby, just like that.”

The steady pace fumbles when you spit in your palm and continue stroking him. He chokes on a gasp and sucks the shell of your ear in his mouth; it’s the most you’ve been able to hear since he began, but the leftover saliva prevents you from hearing clearly. You twist slightly as you stroke upward, squeezing near his head. Even with the lingering saliva, you’re finally blessed with the wet sounds of his cock and your pussy.

“Please—ah—please cum,” his high-pitched and needy voice doesn’t match the way he roughly fingerfucks your pussy, stretching it with spread fingers and pushing your hood back to attack your clit. Overwhelmed, you shiver as you approach your release; it isn’t until he resumes his lip lock with your ear and tongues at the canal that you come with a keen. “T-that’s it, you look so pretty when you c-cum.”

Your body locks up as your stomach twists from the convulsions, and your pussy clenches around him nonstop, but he doesn’t let up until you still. He covers your limp hand with his own, and he pumps his cock furiously, chasing his end. Gripping one of his buns, you smash your lips together. Distantly, you expected a waxy taste, but were relieved to find none. Tongues graze, drool pools, and he makes debauched sounds when you pinch his tongue between your fingers.

“Are you gonna cum?” You pull his tongue tauntingly and squeeze around his cock. When he nods instead of answering, you pinch it harder, and his cheeks go redder than you’ve ever seen them.

“Yeth, I’-I-” he lets out long, continuous whimpers as he comes. Sensitive, he removes his hand, but you grip his wrist and make him stroke himself through it, thick cum leaking over your joined hands. Tears and drool roll down his face, but you keep stroking his cock with a sickening squelch.

It’s only when he stops leaking cum that you release him, soothing him with kisses to his wet cheek before fetching the nearby water. The two of you lay against each other, now winded.

“I’m just going to address the elephant in the room: why did you stick your tongue in my ear?”

“You wouldn’t let me kiss you,” he shrugs, as if it was obvious. “I’m glad you liked it, though.”

“I did not!”

“Okay, if saying that makes you feel be-” you smother him with a throw pillow.

Next time, you’ll think twice before giving Choso the reins to do whatever he wants.

#freak (endearing) got me lmfao #secret dreamer ☁︎#dreams of choso ☁︎#wet dreams ☽#choso smut #choso x reader #jjk smut #it actually feels kind of nice so dont knock it til you try it folks #hope this is what you were looking for anon!#drabbles ☽#dream interpretation ☽#dreams ☽

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