#jeno blurb

[gyeomsweetgyeom]

[9:33 pm]

You knew Jeno was a good dad, he knew it, your friends knew it, anybody who had seen him interact with your guys' daughter knew it. Right now, it wasn't feeling like he was a great dad. He was tired, cold, his feet hurt, and he just wanted to go to bed.

But he wasn't in bed, he doubted he was even close to getting to bed due to the toddler standing in front of him with her hands on her hips which she definitely got from you. Jeno sighed deeply, pinching the bridge of his nose, not believing that he was arguing with his almost 3 year old. He expected this 10 years from now!

He thought the terrible twos were a myth. How could his perfect baby girl ever turn into a little menace? When people warned him he'd wave them off. Not his baby girl Not his baby girl who gave him her first smile, who never struggled to be put to sleep, who didn't struggle to get rid of her pacifier. She was just too perfect to ever become a menace.

"And I eat my candy!" The toddler yelled while stomping her pink, sparkly shoe-clad foot.

In any other situation Jeno would have thought this would be funny, cute even, but not right now. You had both already let her stay up an hour and a half past her bedtime to take her trick or treating and splurged on her over the top princess dress with accessories.

She was hard to say no to but he had to be firm, "Baby, no. It's time for a bath and bed."

"I eat one candy," she held up her tiny pointer finger, "then bedtime."

He shook his head, "You ate candy while we were walking baby, it's time for bed. You're tired."

She shook her head and pointed her wand in his direction, "Appa, I said one candy then bed."

"Appa said no, let's go. Now," Jeno stated firmly. He wishes you had taken care of bedtime, but it was only fair considering you helped her get ready. He heard the little fit she threw when you made her wear tights under her dress and when you redid her hair 4 times because it didn't look like "princess hair."

The toddler sighed and waved Jeno off and made her way to the kitchen, where you had both set he bucket of candy on the counter. He sighed again, she could not be more predictable. 3, 2, 1... there went a chair scraping along the floor.

"The bath is ready baby, let's go!" You called from the bathroom.

"Candy?" The toddler called back.

"No, come play with the bubbles."

An excited squeal sounded out and a quick rush of pink and purple tulle flashed before his eyes. Jeno couldn't believe all it took was bubbles. Freaking bubbles!

He threw himself onto the couch with a long, deep sigh. It felt like only a few seconds before he felt the familiar weight of his two year old on his back.

"Tell Appa you're sorry for arguing," you instructed. The toddler complied quietly, placing a very wet kiss on his cheek. "Now, it's time for bed baby, goodnight," you told her with a flurry of kisses on her smiling cheeks.

Putting her to bed was easy, by the time she was tucked in and Jeno turned around to flick on the nightlight, she was knocked out. He laughed under his breath and trudged back to the kitchen, to catch sight of you and a small pile of candy wrappers.

"I am so glad this night is over. Chocolate?" You offered with a tired smile.

“Next year we can just tell her Halloween was cancelled.”

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A/n: happy Halloween!!

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[neochan]

MISCHIEF (M)

PARING | loki!jeno x reader ft. thor!haechan

SYNOPSIS | the god of mischief wants you

WC | 1k

WARNINGS | kidnapping, implied sexual references, slight cnc / dubcon

A.N | okay i've been super into marvel lately, so here is a little drabble inspired by that. please pay attention to the pairings! btw this will be continued in full over on my marvel blog, though it will be with actual loki and thor

“i didn’t expect to be seeing you on your knees so soon darling.”

the god slouches leisurely against his high-back throne. dark green and golden metal that went beyond that of earth complemented his fair complexion, the jagged spikes at the top reminiscent of the hungry gleam in his eye. one of his legs is dragged towards his chest, a toned arm slung across the knee. it was uncommon to see a god in such a state. unbothered, unproper, inappropriate for someone of his status.

you suppose he could do what he wished. that much was evident in the situation at hand, literally. fingers uncomfortably dig into the skin of your upper arms, half pulling, half dragging, you along the cool marble floor until you were situated on your scraped knees before the god. the binding holding your wrists together behind your back pinches the skin, but you don’t cry out. in fact, you give them nothing.

his guards don’t let go until he flicks a hand in their direction, dismissing them from their duty. he looks unbothered when he does it, as if you hadn’t been the very thing he scoured the multiverse for. years on end, tracking, searching, yearning for you. the very thing needed to satiate that hunger in his eyes; the reprieve for an insatiable creature. it was only by your incompetence that he captured you. falling for his mind tricks – something so simple yet so incredibly careless. you’d beat yourself up every single second you spent in the tiny cell you were in – tucked away in the corner of his ship where no one could hear you yelling obscenities at yourself, the guards, the god.

without thinking, you spit in his direction. you hated him. despised him. the guards go to grab you again but jeno simply waves them off, “no need gentlemen. seem’s like our visitor here needs to learn manners. please occupy yourselves with something else so i can teach her.”

the two men bow low to the ground before retreating to tend to other matters on the ship. not like there was much to do, you were drifting through deep space. some place no one would find you. not even haechan.

“haechan will come looking for me.” you seethe, gritting your teeth when jeno hops up off the stool and tauntingly saunters towards you.

his footsteps echo through the room. the noise makes your stomach churn, and you fear him for a second. he was a god. someone so powerful he could rip your existence from time and space. he should be feared. you knew he could sense it too, a smug smirk lifting the corner of his upper lip.

“my brother isn’t even aware of your disappearance.” the annoyance on his tongue at their familial tie is evident.

that couldn’t be. he knew you were gone. he was probably assembling the avengers as you spoke, he was probably already on his way, maybe even close-

“oh my darling y/n, he’s not on his way. and he’s definitely not close.”

mind reading. you sneer, “fuck off.”

“what filthy words for a pretty girl like you. do i need to wash your mouth out with soap like a child?” his eyebrows raise, features mimicking faux concern.

spit works itself up in your mouth, but right before you’re about to project it in his direction, his hand reaches out and squeezes your jaw, “you are a child. didn’t your mommy and daddy teach you not to spit on people. gods, i expected more from you.” his calloused fingers squeeze harder, “swallow.”

you have no choice but to comply.

“now, why don’t i teach you how to properly use that mouth of yours, hm?”

the heat that was threatening to pool between your legs betrays your brain, which was screaming at you to say no. to break free of the binds and get the fuck out of there.

“darling, i can feel it. you want – need it as much as i do.” he lets go of your jaw and takes a step back, “it’s distracting…overwhelming.” his eyes close and he breathes deep, “your body… it’s tense. waiting for...”he smirks, and you feel the familiar probe of his mind searching your own, “my fingers?” his eyes snap open, “gods, you have a thing for my hands? oh darling it’s too late to deny it now.”

you hated how intrusive he was. how he could take any of the thoughts from your brain and devour them. a personal diary for the picking.

“stop reading my mind! i d-don’t have a thing for your hands. LET ME GO!” your scream rings out through the foyer. this was humiliating. defeating. you just wanted to go home.

“my sweet, i can make this your home. your empire.” he kneels down in front of you, a hand reaching out to caress the same jaw he had nearly crushed earlier, “i didn’t almost crush your jaw. i was stopping you from ruining my suit.”

doe eyes peak up at him with anger, “get your hands off of me.”

“would you rather them be here?” light as a feather, his fingers trail down the side of your throat, favoring the front of the tattered shirt you were in. they slip underneath the hem and slide over the expanse of your stomach.

the gasp that leaves your lips is a betrayal of your own mind.

“i know you want this darling. give in to me.” the god of mischief, chaos, and trickery stares at you through his heavy lashes. you knew he could manipulate someone’s mind, make them bend to his will with one look, but as you nod your head slowly, the words refusing to come out, you realize that there was no manipulation.

he was right all along.

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[ismileeprnc]

ǫᴜɪᴇᴛ ᴅᴏᴡɴ

𝗣𝗮𝗶𝗿𝗶𝗻𝗴 𝘄/ 𝗹𝗲𝗲 𝗷𝗲𝗻𝗼 (𝗻𝗰𝘁 𝗱𝗿𝗲𝗮𝗺)

𝗚𝗲𝗻𝗿𝗲: 𝘀𝗺𝘂𝘁 (ᴇᴘ4 ᴏꜰ ʜᴀʀᴅ ᴛʜᴏᴜɢʜᴛs)

𝗦𝘆𝗻𝗼𝗽𝘀𝗶𝘀 ᴛʜᴇ ᴛʜɪɴɢ ᴀʙᴏᴜᴛ ʏᴏᴜʀ ʙᴏʏꜰʀɪᴇɴᴅ ɪs ᴛʜᴀᴛ ʜᴇ ᴋɴᴇᴡ ʏᴏᴜ ʟɪᴋᴇ ᴛʜᴇ ʙᴀᴄᴋ ᴏꜰ ʜɪs ʜᴀɴᴅ ᴀɴᴅ ʟᴜᴄᴋɪʟʏ ꜰᴏʀ ʏᴏᴜ, ᴅᴇsᴘɪᴛᴇ ʙᴇɪɴɢ ɪɴ ᴘᴜʙʟɪᴄ, ʜᴇ ᴡᴀsɴ'ᴛ sᴄᴀʀᴇᴅ ᴛᴏ ɢɪᴠᴇ ʏᴏᴜ ᴡʜᴀᴛ ʏᴏᴜ ᴡᴀɴᴛᴇᴅ

𝗮/𝗻: 𝗜 𝗸𝗶𝗻𝗱𝗮 𝘄𝗲𝗻𝘁 𝗴𝗵𝗼𝘀𝘁 𝘀𝗶𝗻𝗰𝗲 𝗺𝘆 𝗹𝗮𝘀𝘁 𝗽𝗼𝘀𝘁 𝗮𝗻𝗱 𝗜 𝗱𝗼 𝗮𝗽𝗼𝗹𝗼𝗴𝗶𝘇𝗲. 𝗕𝗲𝘁𝘄𝗲𝗲𝗻 𝘁𝗵𝗲 𝗵𝗼𝗹𝗶𝗱𝗮𝘆𝘀 𝗮𝗻𝗱 𝘄𝗼𝗿𝗸, 𝗜’𝘃𝗲 𝗯𝗲𝗲𝗻 𝗯𝘂𝘀𝘆. 𝗛𝗼𝗽𝗲𝗳𝘂𝗹𝗹𝘆 𝘆𝗼𝘂 𝗴𝘂𝘆𝘀 𝗰𝗮𝗻 𝘂𝗻𝗱𝗲𝗿𝘀𝘁𝗮𝗻𝗱. 𝗜 𝗷𝘂𝘀𝘁 𝘄𝗮𝗻𝘁 𝘁𝗼 𝘁𝗵𝗮𝗻𝗸 𝗮𝗹𝗹 𝘁𝗵𝗼𝘀𝗲 𝘄𝗵𝗼 𝘀𝗲𝗻𝘁 𝗶𝗻 𝗿𝗲𝗾𝘂𝗲𝘀𝘁. 𝗬𝗼𝘂𝗿 𝗽𝗮𝘁𝗶𝗲𝗻𝗰𝗲 𝗶𝘀 𝗴𝗿𝗲𝗮𝘁𝗹𝘆 𝗮𝗽𝗽𝗿𝗲𝗰𝗶𝗮𝘁𝗲𝗱 🙏 𝗜 𝗮𝗺 𝗶𝗻 𝘁𝗵𝗲 𝗽𝗿𝗼𝗰𝗲𝘀𝘀 𝗼𝗳 𝘄𝗼𝗿𝗸𝗶𝗻𝗴 𝗼𝗻 𝘁𝗵𝗲𝗺 𝗮𝗻𝗱 𝘁𝗿𝘆𝗶𝗻𝗴 𝘁𝗼 𝗴𝗲𝘁 𝘁𝗵𝗲𝗺 𝗼𝘂𝘁. 𝗔𝗹𝘀𝗼 𝘁𝗵𝗮𝗻𝗸 𝘆𝗼𝘂 𝗴𝘂𝘆𝘀 𝗳𝗼𝗿 𝘁𝗵𝗲 𝗰𝗼𝗻𝘁𝗶𝗻𝘂𝗼𝘂𝘀 𝗹𝗼𝘃𝗲 𝘀𝗵𝗼𝘄𝗻 𝘁𝗼 𝗺𝘆 𝗹𝗮𝘀𝘁 𝗽𝗼𝘀𝘁! 𝗬'𝗮𝗹𝗹 𝗮𝗿𝗲 𝘁𝗿𝘂𝗹𝘆 𝗮𝗺𝗮𝘇𝗶𝗻𝗴 💚

You may think Jeno didn’t notice the way your thighs rubbed together in anticipation whenever he placed a hand over your thigh, giving it a gentle squeeze to really get you going. Of course he knew. He may not been directly looking at you but from the corner of his eye he could see you squirming in the spot next to him while he talked with jaemin.

It was so cute to see you get so worked up over a simple touch. If he could have it his way, he’d take you right there on the table.

He lets out a chuckle, not at what jaemin said but thinking how you would probably like that.

The more he talks, the more jaemin’s voice starts to fade out as his mind becomes so engrossed with thoughts of having you stretch out on the table, pussy drenched with your juices along with his saliva as you quivered under him. Your whimpers— god he couldn’t get enough of them as you would beg for him to give you more.

And who was he to turned down his precious baby.

Besides, there was nothing he loved more than the screams of his name falling from your lips.

His thoughts get interrupted when feeling a sudden hand graze over his awakening cock. Looking over to find it was your hand as you were now leaning against him to not make it look obvious that you were desperate for your boyfriend’s cock.

“What are you doing?” He mumbles in your hair after jaemin turned away to talk with the other dreamies.

With a low whimper, “I need you jeno.”

Jeno bites his lip when you squeeze around him to keep himself from moaning. Doubling over at the dreamies once more, seeing them laugh at a story mark and haechan were telling, he takes that opportunity to slip his hand between your legs, the tip of his finger connecting with your aching bud.

You gasped as quietly as you could while trying to buck your hips in his hand to get more friction.

“You need me right here hm? Is this what you want?”

If you practically grinding in his hand in front of his friends wasn’t enough, the look in your eyes makes him wanna laugh at how they were begging him to get on with it.

He then withdrawals his hand away, sensing that you were getting ready to whine, he’s quick to bring his lips to your ear so that only you could hear,

“Go to the bathroom and wait for me there. I expect you so drenched that it’s running down your leg.”

Pulling back, your eyes are wide at his adoring eye smile despite just whispering pure filth in your ear.

Jeno watches as you excused yourself from the table and scurried along to the bathroom like the good girl you were.

Luckily the bathroom was clean, otherwise you wouldn’t be in a hurry to shove your hand down your pants.

A moan instantly bubbles from the back of your throat as you rubbed over your pussy a couple of times before prodding your fingers in your entrance.

‘I expected you so drenched that it’s running down your leg.’ Jeno’s voice echoes in your head.

Stifling a whimper, you began to pump your fingers in and out, imagining if they were jeno’s.

You swear he knew you like an open book—knowing which spots would have you clutching on to him to ground yourself while stars danced in your line of vision.

Your hand could never compare jeno’s.

Right then, there went knocks on the door with a sense of urgency, like if you took any second longer, the person was guaranteeing they would knock down the door.

“Jeno.” You moaned at the sight of your boyfriend once opening it.

“Aww baby. You look so beautiful like this.” Wrapping his hands around your sides, he pulls you flush to his body and plants his lips on your jaw, littering hot kisses along it but carefully not to nip it too much so he doesn’t leave marks.

“Which hand did you use?” Looking for the hand that’s obviously covered with arousal.

“Is it this one?” Jeno lifts it up and drawers it into his mouth, humming around your fingers.

His tongue lapping between each one, making sure not to a single drop goes to waste. The bittersweet taste of you danced throughout his mouth, driving him crazy with the longing for more.

But for the sake of being in public, that being the only reason why he wasn’t extending the foreplay any further.

Letting go of your fingers with a pop, he then remembers, “are you wet like I asked?” Not even bothering to wait for a response and just dives his hand right between your legs, fingers meeting your juices.

He smiles with satisfaction, “you are! You’re such a good girl for me, always doing what I ask.”

Jeno laughs when you whined for him as the tip of his fingers teasingly plays around your hole, you, trying to spread your legs further despite your restricting jeans, hoping he’d slip them inside.

“Should I give my good girl a reward for listening so well? Would you like my cock princess?”

You nod frantically, unable to get out a single word while jeno just continues to laughs at you, “of course you do sweetheart,” and proceeds to turn you around, facing away from him, and shimmies your pants down, taking your panties with them.

“Bend over for me darling.” His hand pushes down on your upper back so that your butt sticks out and is in perfect alignment with his center.

He continues to whisper praises of ‘good girl’ along with the sound of his belt clinking as he undo both it and his jeans before slipping his cock out of it confines.

Taking a step closer so that he can run his head in between your folds, “oh baby.” Jeno moans as he lathers himself in your juices.

“Jeno.” Looking over your shoulder to him, you moaned at the feeling of him stretching you out.

“God I love your pretty noises” tilting your head so his lips can swallows them all, “but you gotta be quiet, okay? Wouldn’t want everyone to know what a desperate little slut you are now would you?”

You moaned again and he just chuckles before bringing one of his hands up and wraps it around your mouth.

“Hush now darling.”

With that, jeno pulls out for a second then slams back into you, punches sounds out the both of you. Yours more muffled cause of his hand but jeno tries to keep any noise down as his hips begin to move.

That part almost seemed impossible with the way you were taking him. Your walls were always so inviting, tightening around him as he thrusts in and out of you with such precision.

“Your pussy is taking me so well.” He murmurs in your hair and fastens the pace of his hips that it created an squelching sound, knowing every inch of him was being coated in your essence along with the sound of skin slapping.

Whether it was audible to anyone on the outside or not, at the this moment he didn’t care. With the way your body began convulsing against him and the vibrations of your babbling behind his hand, that was the least of his concerns right now.

“Gonna be a good girl and come for me huh?” He coos, rocking his hips fast. You can only nod and hold on to the arm under yours with the rate he was going.

His heavy pants fan against your ear, mingling with the other lewd sounds that was already happening.

“Oh fuck-” he hisses.

Jeno briefly stop and pulls your upper half up to his chest, arms tightly wrapped around and resumes rut into you. The new angle made it accessible to graze across your special spot with a tickling sensation.

“Please jeno.” Your voice comes out dry.

He just kisses your ear and hold you tight against him.

“Come for me baby.” He rasps at the last pulsation of your walls.

The intensity of your orgasm was so strong as it washed over you, causing you to let out a certain yelp, loud enough for anyone walking by to hear.

“Good girl. Gonna make me come—fuck!” Jeno curses and helps you ride out your high while the beginning of his own orgasm overshadows him.

Shortly the bathroom is filled with sounds of heavy breathing as you both try catching your breaths once both of your highs were ridden out. Jeno continues to hold you, something he does after having sex. For no specific reason really. He just wants to basket in the moment for a little while longer.

Eventually he does pull out, careful not to overstimulate you despite it being tempting.

After readjusting your clothes, jeno also tucks himself away before reaching over to draw you into a long kiss, following it with a short one.

“I'ma head back to the table but you should give it a minute before joining. I mean unless you want people to know we just fucked.” he winks before leaving you alone.

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[angelicmark]

phases (m)

pairing: jeno x reader

genre: angst, fluff, smut

warnings: alcohol consumption, unprotected sex, oral, angry-sad sex, hair pulling

wc: 4.2k

summary: jeno swore he would wait for you. the same way you would wait for him through all of his phases. it’s a tug and push relationship. jeno drinks his nights away, and you study yours away. you hold onto whatever is left of jeno each night, and he hopes you’re still there the next morning. you love him, and he loves you. it’s a never ending cycle of phases.

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“careful,” you hold your boyfriend up, his his digging into your side in almost an uncomfortable way. you sigh, walking him towards the couch and make sure he doesn’t trip over the sofa or carpet this time.

“‘m fine,” he slurs his words and you can smell the alcohol on his breath as he heaves out a breath when he finally makes it on the couch. you stare at him with a blank expression, but in reality you can feel the tears welling and the push in your heart. it feels like a million bricks had landed on you.

you only turn around and turn on the ceiling fan, knowing he likes white noise when he calms down. you remember everything about him, especially the times before he would waste away his nights drinking. you only wondered if he remembered the same things about you before you replaced your void with studying.

you can hear his breathing from across the room when you grab a glass of water for him out of the mini fridge. your eyes glance over him and he looks like he’s about to pass out. “no you don’t.”

you slowly lift his hand and place the glass in his hand, he hums, “thanks.” he chugs down the water, almost like he hasn’t drank a drop in years.

routine. this was routine for you.

you thought your paths crossed at the right time two years ago, but maybe you were wrong.

maybe you were so, so wrong.

he looks at you with glossy eyes when you make eye contact again, and you can feel his gaze slipping. you can feel his heart aching in the same way yours does. you can feel the heat of his hand when he hands you the glass back as you place it on the coffee table in front of you. his body was warm, you knew it was from the way his cheeks were flushed and the way he uncomfortably moved around.

“here, let me help.” you cringe past the words and the lump in your throat. you can tell jeno wants to reject, but the fuzz in his brain is too hard to control. he drank too much tonight.

you help him with his clothes so he can cool down, helping him sober up more before heading to bed together. laying next to him never feels the same. he doesn’t hold you when he sleeps anymore, rather facing the bedside table as you face the wall. it was painful. being with him was so painful. so you studied your nights away, hoping one day this phase would end.

you reminisce, unable to sleep well that night. you stare at the wall, your check aching but the tears suppressing themselves. nothing could make this type of pain fade. you wished you could just… leave. why can’t you leave? why is it so important to you that you take care of him? why do you have to care so much for him?

you fell in love with a version of him that no longer existed, and that’s what hurt the most.

you were hoping, just hoping, one day you would get the man you fell in love with back.

“just a phase,” you whisper to yourself quietly as you hear a light snore beside you. “just a phase.”

your back hurts. the seat in this old chair wasn’t helping and the way your eyes slightly crossed out of exhaustion was starting to get to you. you tapped your pencil on your desk in your room, chewing on the bottom of your lip as you tried to focus.

focus on anything but him.

you sigh, dropping your pencil in the crease of your notebook and place your head in your hands. exhausted doesn’t even come close to how you feel. you tap your foot, feeling the anxiety starting to creep up your stomach and make your head even more fuzzy than it was before. you look out the window, your chin resting in your hand. it was late. too late.

you hear the door open, and you jolt in surprise, looking at the doorway of your room. “i didn’t hear you come in.”

jeno sighs, laying down on your bed, “sorry.” his words are slurred again. it sounds unapologetic, just tired. you can feel the anger bubble in your chest, but you supress it. it’ll be worth it all in the end, right? when this is all over? when he’s back to who he used to be?

“can i..” jeno gulps, “can i have a…kiss?”

the tension in the air is thick. you’re unsure when the last time the two of you kissed was. you licked your lips, staring at him. you wanted to, hell you wanted to. but something in your mind told you not to. you didn’t want a drunk kiss. you wanted something real, something meaningful. not a half concious kiss that probably meant nothing. you cherished his kisses now. they were rare when they were sober nowadays.

“no,” you state. you get up from your seat, helping him take his clothes off again as usual, leaving him in boxers. he sighs, probably expecting that answer in the first place. he knows in the back of his mind it was rude asking. he knew the answer, he knew the consequence. but he still tried anyway. why did he still try?

jeno gets under the covers, watching as you grab a bottle of water off the desk and hand it to him. he wonders why you still take care of him. he’ll always wonder. it almost made him tear up at the thought. he chugs the water down just for you, as always. he waits to sober up a little more before laying down completely. this was how it always went, and he was starting to slowly regret all of his decisions up to this point.

you drowned yourself in work and studying, he didn’t feel like he fit in your life the way he was supposed to anymore. once you graduate, will you have any time at all for him? maybe he’s selfish, but he wants you back. he hates getting drunk to drown out his feelings. and you hate studying to drown out your own.

the both of you don’t speak up.

drowning in all of the possibilities if just one of you did, just once.

“i love you, y/n.”

it made your heart twist. you can’t remember the last time you’ve heard him say he loves you. you can’t remember the last time you’ve heard something come out of his mouth that wasn’t slurred. it felt unreal. you closed your eyes, water starting to seep out. was this love, though? is this what love was supposed to be?

you just hush him, watch him relax into a slumber, and lay down next to him that night. you couldn’t find it in yourself to say it back. you weren’t sure if he meant it or not anymore, and that was the scariest part.

the unknown of your own relationship had to be the scariest part.

your energy was slowly draining. you could feel parts of you start to hollow more than before, especially your heart. waking up everyday was serving to be a task, the same way it felt when you took care of jeno every night when he came home. you check the clock, awaiting his presence again.

when you hear the door click open, your body become cold again. the feeling of dread washes over you as you remind yourself this has to just be some kind of phase. this isn’t permanent, right?

“i’m sober.” his voice was gruff, but he didn’t slur. and he didn’t smell of alcohol. you close your books and rush towards him, inspecting him as he patiently waited for you to finish being so surprised. he hated this. he hated that you had to make sure he was actually sober. he hated that he knew he was hurting you. but you hurt him first, as he likes to think.

you became so self absorbed in your work that he felt like he had no other choice. he had to distract himself from the pain of no longer having you by his side like he used to. he had to drink away to sorrow he felt every time you snapped at him and hushed him to be quiet so you could study. he was a burden on your shoulders, but he could never find it in himself to leave you. so, he gets drunk. he drinks his nights away and comes back home to you, enjoying the small moment he gets where you take care of him. he knows it’s not your fault. he knows you’re driven towards your future. he wants to be there for you, but he has no idea how.

he’ll take any attention from you that he can get at this point. getting drunk seems to be the only way how right now.

“you are.” your expression is blank, and you feel confused as to why he didn’t drink that night. where was he? why didn’t he drink?

“yeah.” he breathes, and all you can smell is mint from the gum he was chewing. it smelt different to all the other nights, and you try to bask in it for as long as you can. you’re not sure when the next time you’ll see him sober will be.

“i’m surprised,” you hum. you want to be neutral. but the aching in your chest just doesn’t seem to fade the longer you look at him. you wondered if he was going to finally end everything the two of you worked so hard for all these years. you wondered if this was finally it. if that was why he was finally sober.

“can i kiss you now?”

the question lingers in the air, and a strong part of you desperately wants to resist, but you can’t. you’re not sure when the next time you’ll be able to kiss him sober will be. you wanted to be selfish on your end for once. you wanted to taste his soft lips again. fuck, how you missed him.

grabbing him softly by the back of the neck, you kiss him. and it’s soft, no aggression, no hate, no power behind the kiss. it’s nothing but pure bliss. the world only consisted of you and him. you were starting to remember why you stayed with him so long. you were starting to remember the him you fell in love with.

you could feel tears falling down your cheeks the longer you kissed, and he quickly grabbed your face to wipe away the tears that had fallen. it was sweet, gentle, soft.

it was your boyfriend.

it was the man you fell in love with. even just for the night.

jeno’s been sober for almost a week now. you’re not sure why or what prompted him to be sober. you try your best to make time for him, despite still trying to juggle college exams. you can feel fall coming closer and closer, almost thanksgiving break.

jeno come behind you in the kitchen as you grab a bottle of water, taking a break from studying. you smile to yourself, unable to hide it. you desperately wanted to resist his touch and his advancements, but you couldn’t seem to stop yourself from turning around and giving him a gentle kiss on the lips.

it’s been this way since he’s been sober. you’re afraid of him going back to the way he was. you’re afraid that maybe you’re making all of this up in your head, that this isn’t actually real.

you’re afraid of coming to the realization that this isn’t the jeno you fell in love with either.

the thought makes your heart ache, your whole body threatening to collapse right in front of him. this wasn’t the jeno you fell in love with either. you stare into his dark eyes, and realize that apart of him is still missing. you want to know what it is. you wish you just knew. why can’t things be like a fairytale?

you thought you had gotten him back, but the hollow look in his eyes say otherwise. it was painful. it was hard to comprehend that maybe you were living in a fantasy world, even just for these few days.

you pull away from him, tears threatening to fall, “you’re not you anymore.”

the words hang in the air. it feels tense, and jeno doesn’t deny a single word.

you nod, walking back to your room and sitting at your desk. the work in front of you awaits your company.

you don’t want to believe it. you don’t want to believe what you were seeing. the pain in your chest worsens as you see jeno walk in your room with a bottle of straight vodka. it pains you worse than you thought, even if you were preparing for this day to come again.

you sigh, tears falling from your cheeks before you can even begin to speak, “jeno, i’m so..” you pause, the air getting trapped in your lungs, “I’m done. i’m so tired, jeno.”

jeno doesn’t want to believe what he was hearing at this moment. he wants to believe that you were just physically tired and wanted to go to bed for the night. but he knew, deep down. that wasn’t the case.

“i can’t keep doing this anymore, jeno. i’ve worked so hard to try and give us the life and future we want, but honestly, i don’t think there’s any going back to who we were after this. i really don’t think-”

he kisses you. it’s aggressive and full of passion and before you know it, you’re on your back on your bed, panting as he has your legs spread wide open for him. he looks up at you as he laps at your clit, arms and hands wrapped around your thighs to pull you closer to his mouth as he inserts his tongue, before sucking at your clit with vigor. he can taste your sweet cum as you scream out his name, tugging on his hair and sending shivers down his spine.

“turn around,” he demands, and soon you’re on your hands and knees. you lean down, but he tuts, “i didn’t say you could lean down.” he grabs your hair, pulling you back up on your hands and making you arch your back for him.

when he slides in his cock, it’s like the first time. “so tight and wet, just for me.” he licks his lips, making you moan at the gruff sound of his voice.

immediately, he starts to pound into you, making you scream out his name and clutch the sheets below you. jeno wasn’t someone to really express his emotions all that much, this was the only way he knew how to let out his frustrations. he knew that if he let you continue talking, it wouldn’t have ended the way he wanted it to. he wasn’t ready, he wasn’t prepared.

so he fucks you into oblivion, hitting your sweet spot with each thrust. it feels so good that he has you moaning and whining out his name. “gonna cum for me already?” he watches as you nod your head with vigor, “then do it. cum on my cock. cum all over me, baby.”

that’s the only signal you needed to finally cum on his cock, your sweet walls hugging his dick so tightly that he came along with you, filling you up.

he doesn’t want this to end. he doesn’t want to face reality as he slowly lets go of your hair as you plop down onto the bed in exhaustion. he enjoys the quiet for right now. normally he hates the quiet, but if it means you won’t hurt him with your sharp words, he’ll enjoy it. he’ll worship the quiet if it means you don’t break up with him.

“please,” jeno pants, laying beside you, “please wait for me.”

jeno will always wait for you, as long as you wait for him. it’s not easy giving up an addiction. but it’s even harder giving up you.

you don’t say anything, just lay there until you finally fall asleep. he wants to hold you, but he’s not sure if he has the privilege to. he wants to love you the way he used to. he wants things to go back to the way they were. he wants to be able to come home to you sober and feel whole again. he so desperately wants to be your person.

he watches you fall asleep, your breathing even and shallow. he enjoys the soft breaths you let out, admiring you quietly.

“i love you,” jeno whispers into the night, “wait for me, i’ll always wait for you.”

you huff, the air getting colder and colder. it’s finally thanksgiving break and both you and jeno are awkwardly sitting together for dinner. it’s nothing like the way it used to be, and it’s starting to just prove to be more and more painful.

“jeno-“

“no, don’t.” jeno interrupts. he knows what you’re thinking and he knows what you’re going to say. for once, jeno isn’t drunk again and he’s trying his hardest. he’s hoping this break brings the two of you together, but it’s really deeming impossible right now.

it was the most awkward, painful, hollow dinner of your life. “i don’t think this is working, jeno.” your throat closes up on you, and you don’t want to believe what you’re saying either. “i think-“

“no! fuck… no, please.” jeno places his head in his hands, “i’m trying, okay. i’m trying really hard to keep this relationship together and i’m trying-”

“don’t you think i know that? don’t you think i’m trying too?” you narrow your eyes and jeno looks up at you with the same expression.

“by studying? oh yeah, you’re trying real fucking hard.” he huffs, crossing his arms and leaning back in his chair like a child.

“and you’re helping by drinking all the fucking time? i do this for our future, for-“

“for us. yeah, i know.” he rolls his eyes, “has it ever crossed your mind that i fucking miss you? that i miss the person you used to be before you absorbed yourself in studying?”

“has it ever occurred to you that i miss the person you were before you started drinking?!” your voice raises and you lean up out of your seat, “look, i’m not innocent. i’m nowhere near innocent. but drinking your life away isn’t going to help our future. i’m studying really fucking hard so we can have the life we always dreamed of. but i guess we can’t have that. not anymore at least.”

you want to cry. but no tears come out and all you can feel is anger bubbling in your chest as you stare at your lover sitting in his seat. he licks his lips, wanting to deny what you were saying. but he can’t. he knows apart of you is right. he knows he shouldn’t have just resorted to drinking in the first place. he should have expressed how he felt, but he didn’t. he trapped it all up, and so did you.

you huff, sitting back down in your seat and closing your eyes. “things will never, ever be the same, jeno. i’m not sure how much longer i can wait for you.”

it breaks his heart to hear you say that. he feels like a cold bucket of water washed over him.

was this really starting to be it?

was this finally over?

nothing was the same. you stopped taking care of him like you used to, and he stopped sleeping in the same bed as you. he slept on the couch most nights now, and you cried yourself to sleep most nights now. you could feel jeno slipping from your grip day by day, and it was becoming more and more heartbreaking.

you truly thought he was the one for you.

whenever one of you cross paths, it’s like being punched in the stomach. your nerves heighten and you feel more and more sad the longer you look at him. all you can think about is what he was like before he started drinking and before you smothered yourself in your studies. how did the two of you become so distant?

when thanksgiving break was over, it almost felt like the two of you were over as well.

it was like living with a stranger. 

he wasn’t the person you fell in love with, and neither were you. you reminisce the ghost of him day by day, despite still living with him. you wished things weren’t so complicated and you wished things had a way of working out for the two of you, but you were starting to lose hope.

“is this really worth it?” you ask him, and he stands there, swallowing down before answering cluelessly.

“what is?”

you huff, rolling your eyes, “you know what i’m talking about.” you walk closer to him, “this relationship, jeno. i think both of us have waited long enough.”

he didn’t want to admit you were right. he didn’t want this to end the way it was about to, and he didn’t want you to think the whole relationship was just a waste. he desperately wanted to prove himself, but what was there left to do?

jeno reminisces in the first time meeting you.

“this is stupid, jae.” jeno huffs out a long sigh, the cold air of October becoming apparent.

jaemin smiles softly, “she’s my best friend, jeno. and she’s not that bad looking either.”

“i don’t care how she looks idiot, and i don’t care to meet her either.” jeno waits patiently, and when you finally arrive into the coffee shop, his eyes glow. well, that’s how he would describe it at least. he could literally feel his whole entire body start to warm up at the sight of you.

you were gorgeous to him. in so many different ways, you were just perfect. jeno felt slightly annoyed that jaemin was right for the first time.

“y/n!” jaemin smiles brightly at you, and the smile you give him lights up the whole room. it sounds really cliché in his head, but goddamn it you were absolutely beautiful.

“i’m jeno.” jeno blurts out randomly. your focus goes from jaemin to him, and he feels even warmer inside. the smile on your face brightens and he feels like his breath was taken away.

“y/n.” you hold out your hand, and it was soft compared to his.

jeno can’t even begin to describe the feelings he got the first time he met you. it was like discovering gold. he only hoped to see you more and more after meeting you.

“i wish i could fix this.” jeno says softly.

the first time kissing you.

it was warm, summer finally beginning to cool down at night and making the both of you grateful for it. you look over at jeno, sitting in the sand of the beach.

“it was nice of you and jaemin to pay, i’m sorry i couldn’t really contribute to much.” your voice became softer and softer. jeno was hypnotized.

“of course,” jeno smiles, “this is for you. it’s your celebration on getting into your dream college.”

you smile to yourself, and jeno only wants to kiss you more and more.

“y/n..” jeno says quietly.

the sound of the ocean soothes you, “yes?”

when you look over at him again, you feel lips on yours. your body reacts immediately. your lips are warm and soft, tasting of the coconut chapstick you typically put on. jeno can’t help but react to the way your hand wraps in his hair and the way your fingers tangle themselves in it. he shivers, deepening the kiss.

everything was perfect. the sound of the ocean, the way you kissed him back. jeno wouldn’t trade this for anything else.

not a single thing.

“me too.” you say.

jeno swallows down tears as his eyes start to blur, “i love you. i always will.”

your sorrowful look breaks him apart, “i love you too. always..”

silence. everything turns to silence and it creates a headache in jeno’s head. this was it, wasn’t it?

there was no fixing a broken relationship.

it’s quiet. way too quiet as the clock hits one in the morning. you stare at walls and realize just how real your situation really is.

jeno has finally stopped coming by your apartment.

it’s been a full week since he left without much of a word, and neither of you have spoken a single word to one another. this was the most painful feeling in the world. you couldn’t even bring yourself to study anymore, just laying around doing absolutely nothing.

your life fell into a sad routine. eating was a task, sleeping was difficult, staying awake was miserable.

you wondered when things began to fall apart. was it before you even knew it? was it always too late? was it never the right time to begin with?

you’ll forever have questions. left unanswered.

that’s how it ends.

that’s how the phases finally end.

a/n: extremely short, but this is how i’m deciding to come back.

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[lustbile]

can you do a blurb where jeno and jaemin kind of trick innocent reader into filming porn? since jaemin is rlly into photography he can film the reader and jeno having sex. they trick her into showing them her holes and playing with herself with toys and such

This is a blurb that was requested by @whiteteadreams but!!! She also wrote an entire almost 14k word fic about it too. If you want to see both our interpretations, and read her amazing work, please read both and also a huge thank you to her for letting me still come up with something myself because i really loved this idea a lot. <3

Warning: threesome, drug use, vague coercion, use of toys, hand jobs, degradation, filming, slight choking, and jaemin being a man that doesn’t have a bed frame. Can you say red flag????? 

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“Smile reeeeeal big for the camera,” Jaemin slurs as he shoves the lens into your face, your hand reaching out to swat at him as you try to take a hit from the joint without sticking it to Jeno’s bare chest. 

“Leave me alone,” you mumble, your voice muffled as you speak around the smoke that fills your mouth. You breathe the hit deep into your lungs, pushing the filtered end of the joint in between Jeno’s lips, before you strain to speak again, “it’s not 2014 okay, you don’t need to be taking indie pictures of people smoking weed anymore.”

Jeno laughs around the joint as he pinches it slightly between his teeth, his chest shaking against yours as you’re draped lazily on top of him. Jaemin on the other hand just pouts, shooting daggers at his friend below you, before he raises the camera back up to his eye. 

“Maybe I just want a picture because you look pretty,” he defends, flipping the adjustments on the camera to record without you noticing, “did you ever think of that, idiot?”

“You think I'm pretty?” you gasp, choosing for your sake and his to not acknowledge the idiot comment as you wrap your arms around a still laughing Jeno, your face nuzzling into his warm chest. 

“Yeah,” Jeno and Jaemin respond at the same time, the seriousness in both of their tones making you squirm and sigh as Jeno pets at the back of your head. The weed finally hits you at that moment, and as your head turns light, you feel yourself start to become more bubbly at the comment, your feet kicking happily as they both stare at you. 

“Say hi,” Jaemin commands quietly, his voice dropping to a whisper as he pushes the camera back towards your face. This time you don’t push him away, your arms feeling too heavy for the action, so instead you just squish your cheek shyly against Jeno’s pec and let out an almost silent hello.

“Can you believe it,” Jeno starts, realizing now that Jaemin is recording as he moves his fingers to press into your warming cheek, “that we have such a pretty creature locked in here with us, Jaem?”

“Honestly, no,” Jaemin responds like he’s winded, his breath coming out in a essaperated puff, “almost feels like we caught a fairy.”

“And the first thing you do is get the fairy high?” You gawk, breaking the complimentary tension they were wrapping around you, their heads falling in playful annoyance as you start to giggle. 

“Of course,” Jeno responds like he’s speaking to a child, wrapping his hand around the back of your neck as Jaemin pans the camera towards him, “otherwise we wouldn’t be able to control you.”

“What do you need to control me for?” You ask suggestively, staring up at Jeno with your head moving to prop your chin on his chest. The position and the lighting creates a tension that Jaemin simply can’t describe as he stares into the little screen on his camera, but he keeps his thoughts to himself as he doesn’t think from the way his friends stare each other down, that this is the best time to geek out about composition. 

Jeno’s eyes finally dart over to Jaemin, leaving you a bit flustered and confused now that your impromptu staring contest is over. You wish for a moment, as they look into each other’s eyes, that you lived inside their minds, because you would kill to know the silent conversation they’re having right in front of you. 

When you first accepted their invite to come over, you expected nothing more than free food and weed. Maybe they’d eventually force you to watch them play some stupid video game, but ultimately you were expecting zero physical exertion on your part, and once you were clinging to Jeno’s chest like a koala, you thought you were getting just that. 

But when Jaemin nods, and then Jeno nods, agreeing on something that you’re left completely in the dark on, all you can feel is an impending doom of something that you’re not sure your high brain is ready for. 

Jeno’s fingers touching you makes you jump, his fingers brushing your jaw as uses the hand on the back of your neck to lift you closer to him. You try not to show the shock or slight panic on your face, but you can’t smother the squeak of surprise you let out when he pulls you until your lips are pressing against his. 

Jeno had always been a friend. A goofy guy that entertained you and brought you food if you called him and complained loudly in his ear. Yes, you found him incredibly attractive, but based on your behavior, you assumed he saw you as nothing but an obnoxious sibling. So why was he kissing you so softly?

And why was he kissing you in front of Jaemin? 

Sirens go off in your head telling you to pull away, but your brain heavy with thc keeps you in place as you lean into the kiss. Your fingers dig roughly into his chest and when he licks at your mouth, you don’t question it. Nor do you question the camera that moves in your peripherals. 

Jeno sits up slightly, making your hips slip until you’re perched in his lap. And it’s with this action you feel how hard he is, his length straining against his underwear as he pushes your hips until his tip digs into your shorts. 

You pull away with a shuttering intake of breath, the straining of your lungs going unnoticed from the numbness that tingles through your body. You stare at the boy beneath you in shock, your jaw hanging open as you move to touch your lips, before you turn to look at the one who’s grinning behind the camera. 

“What’s…. going on?” You ask with hesitance. You’re confused and a little on edge, but even so, when Jeno wraps his arms around your waist, you melt back into his chest without question. 

They exchange another glance, leaving you to stew in your confusion, before Jaemin peaks over the camera with a soft smile, “you’re so pretty,” he hums, making you shy again into Jeno’s chest, “why don’t you let us capture it?”

“You wanna film me?” You ask, having a funny feeling that you know where this is going, “doing what?”

Jeno forces your head to face him again, and all he offers as an answer is his signature smile, before he pulls you into another kiss. 

“Don’t worry,” Jaemin assures as he moves behind you, his hand landing on your hip as he pans the shot up and down your back, “we’ll take good care of you.”

“Here,” Jeno starts as he pulls away, his chest puffing with pride when you chase his lips. He leans over to the end of the mattress, reaching his hand towards the ashtray that sits on the floor. When he twists back to face you, he holds the still burning joint in his fingers, and he forces it between your swollen lips, “take another hit. A big one this time.”

You do as he says, not thinking too much about it, and once the smoke fills your lungs he takes the little cigarette away from your mouth. You hold it for a moment, before turning your head to the side, and you let the smoke billow out of your mouth as you breathe it into your nose, showing off for the camera that Jaemin pushes closer to your face. 

“I think we have a movie star on our hands,” Jeno teases, pulling you in for a chaste kiss, before he lifts you up by your waist to turn you around. 

He wiggles up the short length of bed that remains behind him, leaning against Jaemin’s bedroom wall as he settles you between his thighs. You relax immediately with your back pressed into his chest, but as he reaches around until his hands press into your belly, you shrink away from the camera. 

Jaemin sits crossed legged in front of you, the clunky device he holds obscuring his grinning face. You wonder how he’ll even keep the thing in focus with the remnants of the drug that swims through his veins, but you don’t get to ponder for long before you feel Jeno’s hands land on your hips. 

“Look over here,” Jaemin says, clicking his tongue. He wiggles his fingers directly above the lens, and you follow the motion with your eyes, subconsciously swaying slightly like you’re hypnotized. 

Jeno takes advantage of your distant mind, running his wandering fingers up your sides before they slip fully beneath your shirt. He sighs happily when he feels you bare underneath the oversized fabric, and he jumps along with you in excitement when his hands clasp over your chest with your nipples pinched between the sides of his fingers. 

You, on the other hand, are jumping in shock. The buzzing pleasure that shoots through your chest, has your eyes darting away from the small red light of the camera. You abandon the staring contest you were holding with what told you that you were in fact being recorded, and look down instead to see the way Jeno’s hands push against the fabric of your shirt. 

“Hey,” Jaemin calls playfully, getting your attention again, “keep your eyes on me. Don’t worry about him.”

“But-“ you start to argue, ready to tell him not to be mean and also remind him that he can’t be so demanding on your cloudy brain before Jeno presses his nose into your temple. 

“Listen to him, baby,” he murmurs, placing his mouth over the shell of your ear, “keep those pretty eyes on the camera.”

You do what they say, or try to at least. You stare into the camera with rounded eyes, trying to not think about the way the device captures every little move you make. 

Jeno tugs on your nipples a few times, making sure the flesh stands at attention, before he starts to lift your shirt over your head. The cool air of the room hits your sensitive skin, and when his hands return to your stomach, you lift yours to cover your chest. 

“No, no,” Jaemin scolds, reaching out a hand to pull yours away, putting the camera closer to your chest as he does so, “none of that. Let us see you.”

You anchor your hands to Jeno’s wrists instead, needing something to cling onto so you don’t go against the boys’ demands. The way Jaemin smiles in front of you as he captures the rise and fall of your chest, and the way Jeno smiles against your skin as he trails his lips down your jaw and neck, makes you realize that maybe you’d do whatever they asked. 

Jeno’s hands disappear again, this time under the fabric of your shorts and underwear. They stay flanked at the sides of your hips, and he uses the bend of his wrists to start slowly pushing the fabric past your lifting butt and down your thighs. 

You watch the crumpled fabric slide across Jaemin’s floor, disappearing in the dim blue and red glow from his LEDs. And when Jeno’s hands wrap around your thighs, it hits your brain maybe a moment too late, that you are completely bare in front of your two close friends. One of which holds a camera. 

You look up at Jaemin nervously, the camera blocking his face still and forcing you to give the look to the capturing mechanics the device contains. Jaemin doesn’t seem too worried with the look, but instead he revels in it as he reaches out to pinch roughly at the swell of your cheek. 

He coos some words you can’t understand, as Jeno starts to lift your trembling thighs over his. Your muscles strain slightly as the move to hold as wide as Jeno has his, but once your ankles hook around his calves, you can’t think of anything else but the way you’re spread open for them to see. 

“That’s what I was waiting for,” Jaemin mumbles to himself as he sinks down between your legs. He points the camera directly at where your arousal slowly drips from you, and when you clench at the attention, he responds with a hissing, “beautiful.”

“Can you spread yourself a little bit, baby?” Jeno asks, in a much similar tone to how he’s asked you what you’d like to eat in the past. The question makes you shake slightly, but when you turn and see how he stares down at you with furrowed brows, you can’t imagine saying no. 

Your hands are shaky as you reach down, your fingers pressing against your skin hard enough to dimple your skin. When you spread yourself, you expose more of your sensitive clit to the cool air of Jaemin’s room, and you feel your toes wiggle anxiously as he gets closer with the camera. 

“Put your fingers in,” Jaemin commands, looking up to you from below with an encouraging nod, “stretch yourself open for us, yeah?”

You nod softly, moving one hand down as the other rests on Jeno’s thigh, before you slowly sink your middle and ring finger into yourself. The action makes your head tilt back, landing on Jeno’s shoulder as they both watch you move your wrist. You’re slow with how you thrust your fingers in and out, and from the way the two boys groan, you assume they love every second of it. 

Jeno’s head turns again to latch his lips to your throat, his tongue lapping across your skin and making your hand speed up as Jaemin reaches a hand out to tweak one of your nipples. All the different forms of stimulation are overwhelming in their own right, and feeling them all at once, you’re melting and happy as you sit between the two men. 

“Do you want more?” Jaemin asks, having to repeat the question, before you respond with a rapid nod. You don’t see the curt nod he gives Jeno, but you do feel the way Jeno’s chest shifts against your back. And when he returns to be flush against you, he pulls your hand away until you let out a bubbling whine. 

Both boys beam happily at how desperate you’ve become, your hips thrusting up towards the camera in a way that makes Jaemin have to back up. He stays close though, making panning motions up and down your body as you squirm, and you’re so distracted by the way the red light moves like a small fairy, that you don’t notice the way Jeno’s arms twist around your waist. 

You feel your head slowly bobbing as you follow Jaemin as if you’re hypnotized, your vision becoming slightly blurred as your blinking unevens, but you’re gradually pulled back to reality once you hear the faint buzzing sound that surrounds you. 

You look between the two cautiously before you finally turn your eyes down, where Jeno’s hands trail down the center of your legs. You notice too late the small vibrating cylindrical toy he holds between his fingers, and even though you still try to voice out in confusion, whatever you think your brain was trying to conjure gets cut off quickly at the first touch of the object to your clit. 

Instead, all you can do is gasp out, your hips canting towards the toy as your hands start to move wildly. Jeno uses his strength to his advantage, whether he’s aware or not, as he presses the toy against you tightly enough for his arm to tense. And he starts to rub the vibrating end in small circles around your clit, all you can do is grasp at his skin in an attempt to ground yourself. 

“Feels good?” Jaemin asks, as Jeno simply laughs against the side of your neck. You moan out lowly in response, twisting your head back as your core tenses, but that doesn’t pacify your personal camera man as he encourages, “come one. Answer me.”’

You lift your heavy head, staring right in front of you with bleary eyes. You think that maybe you look a little possessed, but as your mind is still foggy with the smoke you pulled into your lungs, you pout pathetically into the camera and whine. 

“F—fu—fuck,” you stutter out, as your teeth clench together. The pleasure floods your lower half, and as you sink back into the man behind you, you feel the way his length strains against you back. But regardless of how Jeno’s continues to play with your body in his hands, you will yourself to respond with a biting tone, “wanna come so bad.”

“Do you?” Jaemin laughs back, almost sarcastically as he moves to sit on his knees for a better angle, “how bad do you want it.”

“Bad,” you whimper and nod as you tilt back into Jeno until you can grind your body against him. The soft groan he lets out is enough to tell you he enjoys the way you squirm, and it encourages you further as it makes a blissed grin pull onto your face, “want to make you guys come too.”

“Us?” Jaemin asks, with a confused pitch in his voice. They had plotted out the plan for this all to start very well, but they hadn’t really discussed how it would go any further. So with you crumbling under the scrutiny of Jaemin’s camera, he thought his goals had been met; the way your jaw hangs open as you stare at him like he’s fresh meat, makes his brain go a bit fuzzy, and he thinks maybe he can push this farther. 

“This was meant to just be about you, baby,” Jeno assures, letting you know you’re in no obligation to go any further than the wild extents they’ve pushed you to now. But as you lock your eyes onto Jaemin’s wild ones, you know he no longer agrees with that sentiment. 

This time, it’s you and Jaemin that exchange wordless thoughts, him nodding in encouragement when he sees the spark of a mischievous glint in your eye. With his approval, you wiggle your hand behind you; when you feel Jeno’s bulge press appreciatively against your palm, both you and him let out pleased hums. 

His hand stutters as he continues to push the toy against you, but that doesn’t stop the licks of pleasure it sends up your body. Instead, it just makes you more clumsy as you reach past the band of his underwear to wrap your fingers around his shaft, and your hips to wiggle as you try and will your body to calm down long enough to get the two boys started somehow. 

Jaemin wiggles closer to where you and Jeno twist around one another, and when he pushes his hips out towards you as he reaches one hand out to grab at your chest, you force your swirling brain to try and multitask. You get Jeno out of the confines of his underwear, his length wrapped in your fist pressing against your bare hip, as you reach a shaking hand out to mess with the string that keeps Jaemin’s sweatpants held against his body. 

He doesn’t aid you in getting the article off his hips, instead just looming over you as he enjoys the way your face twists in aggravation. Jeno, is also not helpful in the slightest, because once he feels the soft skin of your hip against his sensitive tip, he starts fucking gently up into your hand. 

Jaemin lets out a sleazy laugh when you finally get his pants down far enough for his length to prod up against his stomach, and he twists his fingers around your nipple as if to be some form of prize. You ignore his antics as you run your shaking fingers up his length, and when you freeze in place from the way your thighs start to tense, he simply takes to grinding sloppily against your palm. 

Both boys use your trembling hands for their own pleasure as your back starts to arch away from Jeno’s chest. You feel sweat trail slowly down your spine, and as you start to lose the battle against your impending orgasm, you can’t help but imagine how wild you three look tangled altogether. 

The way Jaemin kneads at your chest is rough and unforgiving, his fingers pushing into the sensitive skin until you know your skin will be littered with tender marks. Jeno keeps your tensing thighs spread wide for his wandering hand, the toy being pressed and wiggled against you until your breath comes out in desperate puffs. And as you orgasm crawls up your spine like a rabid animal, your twisting body is memorialized on film as your hands are used for the pleasure of the two boys who torture you. 

You start to come with an embarrassing squeak, your fingers tensing involuntarily around the lengths of both Jeno and Jaemin, making both of them groan out and thrust faster against you. Jaemin somehow manages to zoom into your face before panning down your body, and he grins behind the camera as he captures every twitch your body goes through as you’re overcome with pleasure. 

You swear loudly as your eyes roll painfully back into your skull, and your body tries to fight against the way Jeno pulls you down against the toy. If it wasn’t for the way he holds you, and how Jaemin now pushes you back against Jeno’s chest, you would have folded in on yourself. Instead you’re forced to ride through your orgasm, and try not to melt from the way they continue to move against you even when you’re plagued with aftershocks. 

You let out desperate cries as you start to blindly move your hands as your eyes slam shut. Even through the way your eyes become flooded with unshed tears, and the way your lower half begs for mercy, you sloppily move in tandem with the pace each boy has started in an attempt to pull them onto the same level as you. 

You roll your thumb over Jeno’s slit, rolling around the leaking head of his length as you try to make him squirm like he was doing to you. And even though he continues to muddle your brain with the small toy against your tender clit, you feel triumphant as he starts to groan and roll his hips up faster in desperation. 

Your other hand finally wraps around Jaemin’s length, spreading his precum down from where it accumulated on the tips of your fingers, and using the slick substance to twist him in your palm and beckon him closer. 

He moves cautiously on his knees as he comes to lean over you, sighing when you pout up at him because the way Jeno holds you stops you from pulling him into your mouth. You try a few more times, twisting your shoulder, before coming up short every time from the way Jeno keeps you tightly pressed to him. 

You huff, before looking up to make sure Jaemin has the camera trained on your flushed face. When you see the way he has the big, daunting black lens focused on your lips, you grin. And with a playful wink, your tongue rolls out of your mouth, until your spit trails down your chin until it drips messily directly on his skin. 

Both boys swear loudly at the sight, but Jaemin’s profanities are followed quickly with whimpering noises and fluttering hips when you start to jack him off again, slowly with a devious smile. 

He grits his teeth in pleasured frustration, his fingers rushing up the span of your chest, and when his fingers wrap tightly around your throat and shoves your head back into Jeno’s shoulder roughly, you can’t help but let out an overly excited laugh. 

“What a little slut,” Jaemin says happily, thrusting faster against your palm as his fingers drum and dig into the skin of your neck, “make ‘em cry, Jeno.”

Jeno complies happily, laughing as well as he turns his head to sink his teeth into your jaw. And as he does, he wiggles the toy around your clit until you let out a shuttering gasp, keeping it pressed to that spot until your hips are grinding down towards the mattress. 

The way they both puff from in front and behind you makes you feel like you’re trapped in a sauna, the heat that radiates off of both of them making your skin tacky and damp. Jeno’s free hand takes the role of groping at your chest now that Jaemin has moved to gripping your throat, and the way his blunt nails digs into your skin makes your tears finally spill over your waterline. 

You start to cry out again when Jaemin presses his hips closer until his tip brushes against your stomach with every thrusting move he makes, and that mixed with the way Jeno starts to grind his entire length against the side of your hip when you palm pushes flat against him, makes you feel dirty in their holds. 

It’s perfect, you think, perfect in every way. The way their hips turn sloppy and the deep throaty groans they let out and another orgasm threatens your system. You’re afraid to let go, afraid of how much it will shake you to your core, but when both men grunt about wanting to stain your skin, you can’t help but feel like they’re dragging you over the edge along with them. 

Jeno is the first to tense, the sticky feeling of him dragging against you becoming too much for his nerves. He keeps the toy vibrating against you and his fingers tighten painfully against your chest, and as his come shoots across your skin, you feel yourself teetering close behind. 

“Look at the camera when you come,” Jaemin demands in a shaky voice, his fingers pushing at the curve of your jaw and forcing your head up, “let me see how come drunk you are.”

You never imagined either of the boys you’re pressed against to speak to you this way, but you also never expected them to do anything that they do to you now. So as you continue to stroke your hand over Jeno’s length, making him make noises that make you happily pant, you stare directly into the camera with watery eyes as you crash for the second time. 

You feel the evidence of your orgasm flood against your skin, your legs wrapping tighter around Jeno’s as you try to lift away from the toy. But in his own delirium, he keeps it pressed tight against you and you have no choice but to feel every bite of pleasure so powerfully it makes your entire body start to shiver. 

The sight of writhing bodies against one another, and the way your fingers squeeze against his length as you stare and whine at him, is what makes Jaemin lose his senses. The view the camera has begins to shake in his hands, but he still manages to point it to capture the way he presses against your skin as he finally comes. 

His come shoots up your stomach, landing on your chest as he groans above you, and you just stare in amazement as he is dedicated enough to film the way it clings to you even as he still trembles from aftershocks. 

It’s when his thighs start to shake, that you know he’s nearing his limit. His fingers are clumsy as he flips the knobs on the top of the device, and once the red light goes out, he dumps the camera a lot less gracefully than he intended on the floor next to his mattress. 

There’s a moment of quiet tension as Jeno pulls the toy away, flicking it off and leaving the only noise to be your combined heavy breathing and the soft music that plays from Jaemin’s cheap speaker. 

It’s also Jeno who breaks the tension, letting out a playful groan as lays back, pulling you with him and forcing your neck out of Jaemin’s hold until you lay awkwardly against his chest. He rolls you to the side when he realizes how uncomfortable it is for the both of you, and when you two settle, Jaemin comes crawling over until he’s laid facing you with a guilty smile. 

“Are you still high?” He asks with caution, pushing his thumb into your skin to get a look at where his come starts to dry. 

“Hmmm yeah,” you reply with a tired nod, curling as comfortably as you can without pushing him away and to not get come on his sheets. 

“I think I was right,” Jeno interrupts as he nuzzles into your shoulder, both you and Jaemin humming in question, “we found a little movie star.” 

“Yeaaaaaah,” Jaemin agrees, seeming proud of what just conspired amongst you three, “a performance we’ll never forget.”

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Pyramids

Jeno x fem!reader oneshot

Warnings: alcohol consumption

Playlist: frank ocean - pyramids; start at 4:26

a/n: quickie i wrote after thinking about hooking up with jeno if we were in a project x type situation (one of my favorite movies, definitely recommend)

inspired by 220514 jeno

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You barely retained his name. It slipped out of his mouth in such a slur…and you weren’t even sure he caught yours.

But his lips were magic. His hands were magic.

You tried your best to match his fervor; the way his lips mended perfectly against your own; how his hands immediately cupped around your throat so shamelessly. But you were mere putty in his hands, on the verge of melting from his scorched figure and the sweet taste of tequila on his tongue.

You were drunk off more than the liquor. Intoxicated off his entire existence was an understatement.

The world was spinning as soon as you caught sight of him hours earlier. He was the most beautiful human you had ever seen. He seemed to be alone, walking aimlessly through the shambled house and packed backyard. No clue what he was in search of, maybe just the drugs and alcohol like the rest of us.

You felt pitiful for eyeing him that long. Yet, you were grateful to have even been in the same space as him. Even more grateful to have stumbled across this open party invitation. There was no way you would’ve come across him otherwise.

You didn’t know anyone here, not even the host, just that it was his birthday.

That didn’t matter though. What mattered was getting fucked up beyond repair for one night. Just one.

“So are you going to stop staring at me?”

The raspy voice came behind you. Loud enough for you to make out through the deep house music blasting out of the DJs speakers.

You knew it was him, just not certain enough to know how he got out of your sights. Then again, you must’ve let your guard down after being shoved by two people skateboarding past you in the living room.

Turning around was a mistake. The boy you tracked was even more deadly up close.

Despite the raging party lights, you made out his dark brown eyes, albeit pupils dilated beyond belief. His toned arms were exposed from his skull printed tank top, veins branched out in every direction. You didn’t dare scan down any further because your lack of a response in the few minutes since he spoke to you would seem way too suspect.

Meeting like this in the middle of the living room made you feel special, regardless of the fact that he was probably weirded out by your presence.

You still didn’t respond. The better choice was to walk away in the opposite direction towards the backyard. Maybe even jump in the pool to drown your embarrassment.

He didn’t let you escape. Any other stranger that grabbed your wrist without permission would’ve garnered a slap or a scream. But the static shock that surged from it made you freeze and you faced him again.

“Did you hear me?”

“Yes.”

“Okay, soo, what’s your problem?” His equivocal tone made this all the more damning. You didn’t have it in you to explain yourself.

“I don’t know. Just let me go.” Your voice wasn’t convincing at all even though it didn’t need to be. Nonetheless he let go of your hand.

“If you want to get to know me, then just ask.”

That was the last thing you could recall before grabbing his hand and leading him to the patio where all of the tequila lay ready on a table for anyone to indulge in. No other words being spoken during the first half of that ordeal.

The rest of the night was spent shot after shot: the sour taste of lime, burn of the tequila, and warmth brought on by his closeness to you. Your arms were practically touching as you stood side by side, leaned against the table behind you.

“There’s only one sip left.” You held up the bottle close by your face, eyeing him through the clarity of the near empty glass.

“Come here…”

His voice was a whisper as he snatched the bottle from your hand, and used the other to cock your head back. You took it as a sign to open your mouth wide, your tongue laid out and waiting for the waterfall.

That familiar burn happened again as he let the liquid stream onto your mouth from high up, some missing and trickling down your neck.

Even after it was gone, you still kept your head back, eyes closed and smiling to yourself.

Unknown to you, he positioned himself in front and took very little pondering before he reached in and licked your neck clean.

This type of contact was among the first that you didn’t object. In fact, you didn’t want it to end.

In an equal amount of spontaneity, you took hold of the sides of his face and connected your lips to his. The empty bottle crashing on the ground beneath you.

What followed was sloppy, wet, and uncoordinated, with no hint of grace.

You used what remaining self control you had left to ask the very simple question, one that should’ve been asked hours ago.

“What’s your name?”

“Jeno.”

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𐙚˙⋆.˚ nct dream reaction to you touching yourself!

‧₊˚ 💭 ✩彡 , , 2.5k, smut under the cut [cw: masturbation, degradation, voyeurism, fingering, very mild dubcon in jaemin’s, nudes, allusions to phone sex, established relationship in most, i think that’s it]

♡ mark . . . the poor baby had just gotten back from practice and was nearing the bedroom door when he heard some sounds of what he thought was you in pain or distress. being the sweet boyfriend he was, he hurriedly went to open the door, but the sight that greeted him was certainly not one he was expecting. you were laid out on the bed, your pants pulled only halfway off your legs as if you were too desperate to even bother taking them off fully, a hand stuffed in your underwear as you threw your head back and let out the prettiest sounds, looking so blissful and fucked out. your eyes shot open at the disturbance that was mark's arrival, the light blush coating your cheeks nothing in comparison to the bright, tomato-red one that decorated his. "fuck, um– i'm sorry, lemme just– i'm just gonna go", he mumbles his way into the bathroom, bumping into the door while trying to enter, but you both knew he looked for too long. now what was he supposed to do? it's not like that godly an image of you is going to leave his head anytime soon, no, of course not, he wouldn't be able to stop thinking about it for days, weeks, months even. sprawled out on the bed like that, lips parted and letting out such dirty, magical sounds– fuck, he couldn't help letting his hand travel into his pants in a similar fashion to you. before he knew it, he was jerking himself off to the thought of you (something he had definitely done before, but he had some wonderful new material now), pumping his cock up and down while his breathing became laboured, but in all his haste and pleasure, he had "forgotten" to lock the door. "um, need a little help there?"

♡ renjun . . . you thought renjun texting you “pleaseee baby, come over tn” meant that the two of you would spend time together until you eventually fell asleep, which did happen for a while until your boyfriend excused him to go play “one game with the boys”. though you rolled your eyes at him, you were fine with him playing a game or two, figuring you could just be on your phone for a bit. you weren’t, however, expecting to be sat on your phone for over an hour, with renjun now having his headphones on (you don’t know what the point was, though, you could still hear all the slurs being shouted mutedly from them). “renjun”, you grouched, but he doesn’t even turn to face you. “if you wanna leave me for a man, just say that.” he does laugh at this, but he pleads “one last one”, making you sigh and slump back down on the bed. you had chosen the pretty, new lace underwear you had bought the other day to wear tonight, but now you’re too salty to let him take it off you. deciding to take matters into your own hands, you shimmy out of your shorts, rubbing circles over your underwear with your eyes trained on his back. if he was too busy to touch you, what’s stopping you from doing it yourself? you try and fail to stifle your moans with your arm as you slip your hand into your underwear, rubbing your clit for a moment before dipping your fingers into your entrance. “renjun…”, you call out again, but both of you know it sounds different this time, and he glances over his shoulder at you. it’s almost comical the way he does a double take, pushing his headphones off of one ear, to get a clear look at you. slowly but surely, the tips of his ears and cheeks are dusted with red, but his eyes still shyly observe the hand concealed by your underwear. “oh…”, he sounds out while you throw your head back and whine, his headphones now fully off and you could hear whoever he was on call with distantly calling out “renjun? renjun, what the fuck we’re losing?” he shuts off his computer screen without even looking at it, getting up and slowly walking over to you, sinking down on the edge of the bed. “you just gonna sit there or you gonna help me?”, you grumble, but his eyes don’t miss the way your hips buck up. “wanna watch.”

♡ jeno . . . you swear you had meant to wait for him to return, you had tried your best to busy yourself while jeno was at schedules. he had told you the exact time that he would return, no earlier, no later, than 7:30 p.m. and there he was, promptly unlocking your front door at 7:29 p.m., expecting you to be reading a book in your room, or baking brownies-for-one in your underwear in the kitchen. he definitely wasn’t expecting the sight that greeted him. he had given you one rule for when he was away at work, to “not touch what’s mine”, one simple rule. you seemed eager enough to please him before he left, so he certainly wasn’t expecting to hear moans coming from the kitchen. he watches you for all of five seconds, back facing him with one hand disappearing into the waistband of your shorts, head thrown back a little as you leaned against the counter. “what are you doing?”, the sharp, gruff way in which he says it make you stop immediately, yanking your hand out of your shorts and holding it behind you. it was one thing if you were pleasuring yourself in the bedroom, but right out here? in the kitchen? jeno promptly walks over to you, reaching over and clasping the hand behind your back tightly, jerking it over to him. your fingers all but glisten when held under the ceiling light, and your cheeks redden at the short “pathetic” he spits while looking at you. not breaking the heavy eye contact, he closes his lips over your two fingers, swirling his tongue around them before releasing them with a ‘pop!’. the next thing you know, your face is being pressed against the cold granite surface of the counter hard, while jeno’s other hand holds both your wrists together behind your back. “you know how to count, right?”, he asks demeaningly, and while he lets go of your head, your cheek is still pressed against the counter so hard you can see the condensation form as you breath, nodding your head before he yanks your shorts down with such force that you can still feel the burn on your hips five seconds later. he places the palm of his hand flat against your ass, pulling your underwear up to reveal more flesh. “i’m gonna show you what happens to whores when they don’t follow a simple rule.”

♡ haechan . . . “well, well, well," you could practically hear the smirk in his voice, tone dripping, pouring with desire, just sounding so sultry. your eyes shot open at the sound of him, squealing shortly and rushing to cover yourself up with the blanket. "what do we have here?", he cooed from the door, one foot in front of the other and a hand placed against the doorframe, leaning against it. "f-fuck off, hyuck", you replied breathlessly, cheeks dusted with pink due to your embarrassment and also the rush you were feeling from touching yourself. he wasn't supposed to be back so early, you thought you were going to be alone for a little while longer; clearly you were wrong. "fuck off? did you mean 'fuck me'?", he drawled, letting out a half scoff and half chuckle, slowly sauntering towards you. “why don’t you show me what you were doing there?”, his suggestion sounds more like an order, and its like you lose the ability to think when he reaches over you to lead the hand straying away from your pussy right back, inclining his head to the side expectantly. under his urging, watchful eyes, you continue your previous actions, eyes widening when hyuck lets out an almost pornographic moan at the sight. sinking your fingers deeper into yourself, you whimper out of pure frustration from the fact that these were your fingers instead of his, and you swear you are almost in tears when he says, “stop”. he’s quick to replace your fingers with his own, coating his digits in your wetness before pumping two into you without any warning. “think you can give me three? maybe four orgasms?”, he cooes, tutting when you shake your head ‘no’. “i think we’re gonna find out.”

♡ jaemin . . . “aren’t you sweet?”, to say hearing your roommate jeno’s friend’s sultry voice startled you would be an understatement, fully believing you were home alone when you started pleasuring yourself. “jaemin– what the fuck–”, a blushing, bumbling mess, you’re quick to yank your blanket over your partially naked body, not knowing how long he’d been standing there watching you or how he had gotten into your house in the first place, choosing to ask about the latter first. “how the fuck did you get in? and did no one ever teach you how to knock?”. tilting his head to the side, jaemin raises his eyebrows but makes no efforts to hide the way his eyes scanned over your blanket-covered body, tracing your hips, collarbones, legs with his gaze. “jeno gave me the keys. and that’s not fair, the door wasn’t shut. besides, you called me”, he replies coolly, taking a step into the room but leaving the door wide open, as if you invited him in. “i heard you call my name in that pretty little voice of yours, but i thought you were hurt. didn’t think you were fucking yourself with your fingers to the thought of me.” you move to further cover yourself up as he walks closer to you, embarrassed out of your mind that he both heard you moan his name and watched you touch yourself. but what he does next really has you shocked– eyes never leaving yours, his hand snakes over to his pant-covered cock, gripping it with a satisfied hiss, a smirk curving on his lips when he sees your look of surprise and…desire??? “you see how hard i am for you, pretty?”, he all but moans out and you do see, the outline of his cock straining against the material of his sweatpants and making your mouth almost water at the thought of it. without another word, he’s in front of you, pulling his raging boner free from his pants. “what do you say we give jeno a little show when he comes back?”

♡ chenle . . . “damn, you started without me?” after enjoying the dinner you had cooked for the two of you, you suggested taking a shower together before slipping into bed to watch a show. following the routine that you had wherein one of you would cook and the other would clean, chenle grabbed your plate and his, placing them in the sink and telling you that he’ll be there in about ten minutes after he finished washing the dishes. figuring you could just get undressed and enjoy the extra space in the shower before your boyfriend joined you, you opted to start without him, but leaving the door unlocked for him. the second the hot water hits your body, you are relaxed, letting it soak your hair and cover your body. you trail your hands along your body to further spread the water, but soon you can’t ignore the dull thud coming from your core when you reach your inner thighs. grazing your fingers against yourself and testing the waters, you slowly begin your ministrations, spreading your folds with more intent now. another two minutes in and you’re blatantly touching yourself, head resting against the glass of the shower, steam engulfing its expanse while you sigh out of bliss. chenle, having left the dishes to dry, decided to join you, ridding himself of his clothes and finding the bathroom door to be partially open. when he’s greeted by the sight of you, your back is facing him, but it doesn’t take a genius to understand what you were doing. when you finally hear his voice, you look over your shoulder in surprise and slight embarrassment, but that is soon replaced with pure lust when your eyes mirror the look in his. “thought i’d get a head start”, you offer, slowly picking up the pace with your hand. “is that so?”, he muses, placing his hand over yours but not stopping your actions. “we both know that i can make you cum much faster than you can.”

♡ jisung . . . when you first started dating your boyfriend jisung, you didn’t realise just how much time you’d be spending on your own. if he wasn’t away at practices, he was busy filming various videos and content, so a large portion of your day was spent waiting for him. this was not to say you were unsatisfied with your relationship, you still got to spend time with him and when you did, it was time well spent. all you were saying is that you got a little lonely and bored at times, and that would explain why you were currently standing by the sink, debating whether you should hit send. you had just finished taking a couple photos of yourself during a moment of confidence and horniness and now they sat in the message bar of yours and jisung’s dms, waiting to be sent. you and jisung had gone there multiple times, but nudes were unexplored territory, yet you thought, fuck it, and hit send. even though you know he’s busy, it doesn’t take long before the ‘delivered’ changes to a ‘seen’, and you watch as the typing bubbles appear and disappear a number of times. after five minutes or so, you’re starting to worry and overthink, biting your lip when you see that jisung is now trying to call you. you pick up and play it off with as much confidence as you can, but jisung sounds the opposite– breathing heavy and voice quiet, like he’s trying to make sure no one hears him, and you hear the sound of a lock clicking. “why would you– are you–”, he blubbers, clearly at a loss for words and you can just picture him, cheeks coated with a sheen of red, eyes wide and mouth opening and closing. “what are you doing right now?”, he asks in a goofy manner and you can’t help your chuckle at the sound of his shy voice, cooing into the speaker. “i was missing you, sungie…”, you mewl, positively beaming when you hear him audibly gulp. “was thinking about you.” his breathing quickens and he mumbles “thinking of me?”, before he clears his throat. “what about me?” you smile at his inability to balance his shyness and desire, and you tell him what you were thinking about, soon hearing the telltale sound of a zipper being pulled down.

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jealous dreamies.

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[gyeomsweetgyeom]

[3:16 pm]

You were out of breath, turning the corner and closing the door to your bedroom. Jeno was hot on your heels, chasing after you. You laughed, tiredly pushing all your body weight against the door to keep it from opening. Jeno laughed, out of breath, "You can't keep me out! Just say you're sorry and all this will stop."

You giggled, your feet sliding along the wood floors of your home, while he pushed with all his strength. You readjusted your stance, calling back "I didn't do anything wrong!"

This was the last thing you though would happen today. When you sat down on the couch, your favorite drink of choice, with your favorite blanket wrapped around you to catch up on your favorite reality show, you never imagined that it would be a problem. It was a show you'd been watching for years, you had your favorite personalities, least favorite personalities, watched the storylines change, and relationships evolve.

Jeno used to make fun of you for watching the show. It was "so fake," "so trashy," and had even been asked "how you even watch this." He had never even tried to sit down and watch with you. Well, until a month ago. He sat down and watched the first two episodes with you unexpectedly. He had been on his way out but stopped behind the couch, distracted by the argument going on on the tv. Five minutes later he was seated beside you, asking what the reason for the fight was and who everyone was.

You never thought he would actually get invested, so when you sat down to catch up on three weeks of missed episodes, you didn't think anything of it.

Jeno had come in from his outings and gasped like you just told him you scratched his beloved car. "I can't believe you're watching without me! How much have you watched?!"

"Well, I missed 3 episodes and the second is finishing up-"

"Two episodes!?"

That's when he lunged over the couch and began tickling you, while you laughed and tried to explain that you didn't think he would be interested. That he had spend years criticizing you for watching the show. Even told you that this show was rotting your brain. You had started running when you started the third episode and Jeno started tickling you even more.

Jeno was easing the door open now, you could hear his laughs while you tried with all your might to keep the door closed. You knew he could have easily opened the door by now but you appreciated him playing along. "You used to bash me for watching the show!" You laughed, your strength slowly leaving you.

Jeno now had an arm in, reaching to your side to poke and prod to weaken you, "And then I learned how much of an asshole Tom is! We needed to discuss!"

You gave up, laughing helplessly as you slid to the floor. Your shoulders were shaking with uncontrollable giggles, you could hear the theme song playing from the living room.

Jeno slowly slid the door open, face damp with sweat and a soft smile on his face, "I'm sorry I told you this show was melting your brain and killing your brain cells. Can you please restart the episodes so I can watch too?"

You leaned in, pecking his lips quickly as you laughter subsided, "Was it so hard to admit you liked the show?"

He nodded, "Nearly killed me baby. Let's go- and no spoilers!"

#kpop imagines #kpop au #kpop scenarios #kpop reactions #nct #nct imagines #nct fluff #nct timestamps #nct x reader #nct dream #nct dream imagines #nct dream fluff #jeno imagines #jeno x reader #jeno fluff #jeno timestamps #jeno drabbles #jeno blurb

[neochan]

[5:20 PM]

For the first time in a long time, you feel the familiar butterflies in the pit of your stomach.

The cause? Jeno's lips ghosting over your throat, his hands pulling at the oversized fabric of your sweater, and his body pressing against yours. His mouth felt like the wings of a moth, delicate - as if he didn't want to break you.

"I love you," He whispers, staring deep into your eyes - your soul, "And I choose you; in a hundred lifetimes, and a hundred worlds, in any version of reality, I'd find you, and I'd choose you."

#jeno smut #jeno fluff #nct dream smut #nct dream fluff #nct smut #nct fluff #nct dream blurb #jeno blurb #me inserting poetry from my classes>>>

[catboyieejeno]

texts ; lee jeno (˵ •̀ ᴗ - ˵)✧

pictures bf! jeno sends you of himself

‧₊˚ ☁️⋅♡𓂃 ࣪ ִֶָ

masterlist

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[yongislong]

skin ship + dreamies.

wc/genre: idk, pretty short though, fluff, suggestive.... lmao established relationships with nonidol!dreamies! reqs openn

cw/note: none! late night post, not requested but i had this idea while studying bc... shit has been going on in my life and i! need! comfort! lmk what you think, masterlist is on my page, take care of urselves, i am in no way saying love can cure mental illness in any of my posts btw! i thought i'd just clarify lol

mark... he's so touchy with you and he's such a nerd about it LOL, he loves you and freaks out. like yes he's confident don't get me wrong but once he sees you and realizes that he has you, he pounces. he hugs you so hard people might think you'd disappear. it's always so full of love and he has a geeky smile and you can hear his breathy giggles in your ear. also likes pulling your toes when you're on your bed scrolling in PEACE. he does it so hard and you never fail to fly off wherever you're sitting to chase him across the apartment. cheek pincher on the low. honestly loves any skin ship under the sun. especially on any exposed skin, smooches <3 shoulder kiss enthusiast and he's very good at it :') likes catching you off guard with any skin ship. pulls you tight whenever you sleep

renjun... hand tracing dear god. he loves your hands, no matter what they look like. YES i know its cliche but he loves messing with your rings, painting your nails, etc. he thinks he's being so slick and cool but he's so cute about it because he also doesn't care, like he has no reason to not show you how beautiful he believes every part of you is. sometimes he doesn't even notice, he just takes ahold of your wrists or forearm and drapes it on his lap. maybe he likes to put his fingers in ur mouth I DON'T KNOW??? esp when you wave ur finger in his face... not super touchy when cuddling but you always end up with his hand in yours. sometimes switches rings with you and doesn't notice until he's taking off his jewelry to go to bed and he's giggling into his hand like an 8 year old lol. likes pinching the skin on your upper back and thighs. finds comfort in tracing his fingertips on your collarbones before bed, helps you both fall asleep fast

jeno... god he's such a hip guy. loves a cheeky lil slap on the butt at any time of the day OFC but also just likes having his hands on your hips, likes to feel ur hipbones/curves y'know. you're so beautiful to him. he always pretends to get the wind knocked out of him when he sees u... hes so cheesy. sometimes when you're watching a movie he sits you between his legs and innocently snakes one finger under your clothes to feel the skin on the expanse on your upper hip and stomach. he loooves stomachs. especially if they're soft or not defined like those old greek paintings, he likes how different you feel from him if that makes sense.... bc he's lean. unless you're lean too he kinda gets fomo like damn did you hit the gym without him lol. also a cheek pincher, just likes messing with your face in general. cute sleeper, tucks you under his chin, ends up with his head under your shirt bc he gets cold at night and is always so surprised when he wakes up pfft. also an upper arm rubber. pls trace your finger on his nose brige.

haechan... mf. any skin ship have you seen this man. i will say the skin ship he has with you and the way he goes about it is different because he wants to make it a point that yes, he's touchy but only you get certain privileges or touches. especially when you two are alone. he likes to look at you while you sleep, not in a weird way he just likes that this is the one time you let him play with your hair and kiss your fingertips without you bursting into shy giggles. a lot of people think he would be a goofy bf and yeah that's true but he wants to so badly do well in this relationship. he cares about you so much. some nights when he looks at you he's thinks he just might cry. gives you lots of typical skin ship but also just is super domestic and sweet and considerate of your feelings. LOOVES, loves and i mean adores hiding his face in the crook of your neck, likes your natural scent sm, makes him smiley.

jaemin... like haechan he likes to watch you when you sleep but in the morning instead, when he wakes up before you. likes whispering things to you about how gorgeous he thinks you are and how can someone look so pretty when they've been tossing and turning all night. smiles to himself always. pokes your cheeks especially when you're puffy and sleepy. his favorite type of skin ship is pulling your cheek. he also likes brushing up your brows and running his thumb on your lower lip. gosh he's just so so sweet. he's obsessed with you in the best way. likes being around you. hand on the waist when he's trying to maneuver himself behind you to reach for his toothbrush in the bathroom > AGH. has no limits to how touchy he is in his mind. like if you are equally as touchy or just enjoy skin ship and don't mind him giving you puppy dog eyes through the mirror as he brushes your hair, its an easy open for him to do what he wants with you. I KNOW this is kinda all over the place but just imagine someone being in absolute adoration of you, your body, your skin, your face in a non creepy way LOL etc, etc. very wholesome

chenle... waist holder. oh MY god. he's not really touchy, in my opinion and from what i've seen, but he is a clinger. he likes skin ship mostly and only if he gets to initiate it. makes him feel manly muahaha. dont get me wrong, adores you doing slight skin ship with him but when he gets to tuck you under him at night or is able to trace the underside of your jaw. OH MY GOD he loves putting his finger under your chin to lift your face to look up at him please??? is so cocky about this and even if you're taller or his height, he loves to catch you when you're sitting down and it never fails to make you lose your mind. yeah yeah he likes it when you touch his neck, he's corny like that. laying your hand on his chest when you kiss GOD??? he combusts every time. it's moments like these where he doesn't mind you initiating touches bc it makes him feel special and wanted. please give him attention when you've seen he's had a hard day. he never knows how to ask for you, but now you've gotten into the swing of being around each other and learning what each other likes when it comes to skin to skin contact.

jisung... another fucking cheek poker dude. can never grasp the fact that yeah, you're sitting next to him, willingly watching his favorite movie with him, sharing a blanket, with the fresh cookies you made. wants to make sure you're real so he pokes you. he doesn't think he doesn't deserve you he just, is so proud of himself for bagging you and needs to make sure he isn't lucid dreaming LOL. ya'll need to wake up, yeah jisung has probably never had a relationship up until you but oh... oh once he learns how to fluster you, its like he hit the jackpot. knows how much you like him kissing the top of your spine before bed and you learned that tugging on the hairs and the nape of his neck has earned you several reactions in the past. its a very sweet and intimate relationship, watching the both of you test the waters with shy pecks or head pats until you finally date for long enough that he fully feels confident falling asleep on your chest with his arms caging around your waist. likes pretty basic skin ship, he't not a poet or anything yknow LMAO so expect a lot of neck pecks, head pats, hugs where he shifts his weight in between his feet and rocks you back and forth, he's just a sweetie

#nct fluff #nct blurb #nct reactions #nct soft blurbs #nct soft hours #nct college au #nct icons #nct dream headcanons #nct dream renjun #nct dream haechan #nct dream mark #nct dream jeno #nct dream jaemin #nct dream chenle #nct dream fluff #nct dream imagines #nct dream soft hours #nct headcannons #nct dream #jeno fluff #jisung fluff #jaemin fluff #chenle fluff #renjun fluff #mark lee fluff #donghyuck fluff #nct comfort #nct drabbles #nct dream x reader #nct headcanons

[lustbile]

those jeno gifs of him w the glasses give me librarian vibes. imagine him taking u to the back where all the old books nobody cares about and he bends u over and gives u the best dick of your life.. idk hes hot n im just a h0rny consumer

nice smiley sweet librarian jeno who always smiles at you when you walk in and memorizes the books you recheck out so he can give you recommendations. he’s just a big sweetheart and a little shy, so when you start flirting with him one day he does not know how to react. does he think you’re absolutely gorgeous? yes, but he just feels so out of his element when one day you run your finger down his bicep with your eyes fluttering up at him

and maybe the one day you really push him just happens to be his least busy day at the library, and maybe your outfit just wraps around your body in a way that makes him dizzy. you had made it pretty clear you wanted him, but the voice in the back of his head kept telling him that maybe you just teased him because you were bored.

but when he sees you “accidentally” knock a book off the table you stood next to, and bend over slowly enough that you just know his eyes are locked onto you, he just cant take it anymore. he’d try to be discreet when he came up behind you and started guiding you to the section that he’s never seen anyone go towards, and he’d shush you when youd excitedly giggle. because he’s going to do something, but he’s still the librarian at the end of the day and the slight guilt he feels from doing this makes him want to keep you quiet.

he’d make you hold onto the shelf as he pull your underwear to the side, his hand reaching around your head to shove his fingers deep into your mouth. and he’d fuck you so hard and fast that he has to hold you up with his other hand, the slick sounds of him fucking into making him so nervous but so hard at the same time.

he’d love the feeling of you drooling around his fingers and how tightly you’re wrapped around him. he always thought you were so sweet and innocent when you first came in, but now you’re babbling and moaning for him like a whore. taking his dick like it was what you were made for <3

#I need to stop this made me insane #I love good boys who are also disgusting #Jeno smut #nct smut #jeno blurb #ask

[daegall]

☆ late night company.

➷ in which the Gods give you a shit day, and Aphrodite makes up for it.

pairing: son of poseidon!jeno x daughter of ares!reader

genre: hurt comfort, fluff, slight angst, bff2l!AU

warnings: anxiety, injuries, reader is implied to be female!!

word count: 4k words

a/n: sorry if any opla readers get this i just suddenly got the urge to write for mr lee jeno bc <3 jeno tee hee !! also wtf this work has been sitting in my drafts for a whole 8 days i wanted to post it SO bad but i went out of country and didnt have my laptop </33

anw!!! bros the sunflower of 3 years is now jeno biased,,,, sorry hyuck i still love you

You feel your heart continuously spiraling in your chest. It's growing wild, crashing heartbeats uneven and quick. With every breath you breathe, you feel a dark, nervous pit in your stomach grow. 

Anxiety. 

One place you never fail to find yourself at when you're feeling especially weak, is none other than by the river. Oftentimes you spend your time skipping rocks or staring at the water, the tranquility bringing some kind of peace to you. 

However, none of those things seem to help tonight. 

You sit on the dock, playing and fiddling nervously with your fingers as your mind runs too fast for your liking. 

"You're on my property,"

A sudden voice to your right startles you, more than you'd like, yelping in surprise. 

And at your reaction, the person next to you instantly knows something is wrong.

It's Lee Jeno, son of Poseidon, heartthrob of all of Camp Half Blood. 

Someone who's stolen your heart.

Jeno stands there with a boyish smile on his face, a glint in his eyes shows no harm, though shines with charm. His hair is messy, which is normal for this late hour, but he seems as awake as ever. 

He's a big reason why you're in this state, and it seems to get worse and better at the same time as you observe his expressions. His eyebrows crease, in worry, lips that were previously smiling quickly transforming into a worried frown.

"Sorry," You mumble, frantically standing up. "I didn't realize,"

How did it even slip your mind? You're by the lake, he's the son of the God of the Seas, of course you're in his area. 

Before you can take a step forward, Jeno halts you, "No!" he reaches out with a hurry laced in his voice. "No, please stay,"

He could never forgive himself if he were to leave you alone in such a state. It's clear you're vulnerable. And for you to be just the slightest bit disturbed is a bad sign.

You've always been calm, composed, even in the heat of a battle, you were always so sure of yourself. Seeing you here, so oblivious about everything, your mind drifted somewhere far? Jeno can't help but worry.

"O-oh, okay," You nod, before awkwardly retracting your foot, taking it back right next to your other one. 

It's silent a moment after, with neither of you knowing what to say. All that can be heard is the quiet waves rippling through the lake, and the soft bristling of the trees brushing against each other. 

God, Jeno looks really cute tonight. 

It's rare to find him outside of his armor, paired with his sword, gifted from his father, and shield, looking fit for the title of a demi-god, and yet tonight you see him so human. He sports a bomber jacket, a random band t-shirt underneath, and a pair of basketball shorts. 

To put it simply, Lee Jeno looks very boyfriend material right now. 

To him as well, you look different from what you're usually looking like on a daily basis. Just like him, you look human. But in a different way. Once again, you look vulnerable. There's an obvious nervous glint in your eyes, unfocused and darting everywhere, and your form shrinks with every moment that passes, arms hugging to yourself. 

"Are you okay?" 

Jeno's voice is comforting, gentle, and yet it still manages to startle you. 

Why are you so uneasy tonight?

You don't respond. Your mouth opens, but nothing comes out. A moment passes, then another, but you can't seem to find your words. 

"No," You breathe out. In an instant, you feel your body relax when the truth finally comes out, relaxing further when Jeno seems to be unbothered by the fact, reaching out to you. 

You accept his offer, stepping closer to him, your fast heartbeat finally slowing when his hands gently search for comfort in yours, his thumbs rubbing gently at your skin. 

"I'm not okay,"

"I know,"

And when Jeno looks into your eyes, he doesn't think anything could hurt him more than this. He's been in countless battles, earned multiple injuries and scars, but there's a different kind of hurt when he sees the tears forming at your waterline. 

"Can you explain?" You find solace in his warm touch, following as he tugs at your arm. A silent invitation to his cabin. You don't pull away. Jeno glances at you for an answer, smiling softly when you nod simply. 

You can't explain it, but there's a feeling you have whenever you're around Lee Jeno. It's comforting, gentle, and you feel that you can be genuinely vulnerable around him. 

You think it's love. 

You date it back to last summer, when you had defeated him in a small spar together. Despite you winning, he was the one smiling brighter. It confused you at first. You thought maybe he was making fun of you, maybe he let you win, but a moment later, you realized it was admiration. 

The way his smile caused your own had your heart lifting, filling your head with thoughts you never thought you'd have for anyone.

When you went to Jaemin, son of Aphrodite, he thought you were dumb at first. How could you not see it? Lee Jeno had been harboring feelings for you for weeks, and finally, you felt the same. 

And just 2 weeks ago—13 days and 12 hours ago, to be exact, Jeno confessed his feelings. 

Feeling terrified and confused about what to do, you asked for time, time in which he gave you generously. 

You don't know why he's still nice to you, when you've been taking so damn long to answer him. 

You suppose he really does love you, you conclude it when he's taken you to sit with him on a couch. 

The cabin is quiet, so very quiet, it's a nice change from your cabin, full of life and busy people running left and right, with crafting tables in every corner, you like how quiet it is. 

Jeno sits patiently next to you, his hands still in yours. "How are you feeling now?"

You peer up at him, attempting to blink your tears away. "Better," You sigh, smiling lightly. It's natural, and unlike your usual bold smile, but Jeno feels absolutely lucky to be able to see it. 

"Will you tell me what's wrong?"

He means no harm, simply wanting to help you, but it still confuses you. How could he be so caring towards you?

You answer him, despite your mixed emotions, quietly mumbling, "I've just had a really shit day." Your head turns away from him, almost embarrassingly, pursing your lips.  

Jeno's hand releases from yours, and although you instantly miss its warmth, his fingers find itself caressing at your jaw lovingly, before he turns your head back to him. He looks at you with care, so lovingly that it almost overwhelms you, as he speaks, "Tell me about it,"

Something about Lee Jeno just makes you want to melt, to depend fully on him and be loved, to love him. It scares the shit out of you. 

"I lost a sparring," You mumble. Jeno can't help but chuckle a little. To others, losing a practice battle is routine, everyday, but it means so much to you it makes him feel proud of how passionate you are. 

However, there's something you're not telling him. He can feel it. 

"And then?"

"And then my siblings were constantly at my neck because of it."

Truth be told, it's not just today's battle. You've been off for 2 whole weeks, and for good reason. 

But feeling this way... it feels so foreign to you. You hate that Jeno has such a hold on you, such an effect on you, plaguing your mind and constantly being reminded of him from the smallest things, it's new. 

But another part of you longs for more, for more change, to explore this new thing, to be happy with Jeno. 

"I feel weak," You tell him. You feel even weaker when he hums in understanding, feeling the warmth of his fingers caress your skin. His hand is still on your jaw, now wiping away the stray tears you didn't even realize you had let slip, oh so gently and carefully. 

"I'm supposed to be strong, like my siblings, like my father. But I can barely control my emotions and actions and sometimes I just feel so... useless? I'm Ares’ daughter, for fucks sake. The God of war. I-I should be able to fight with no problem, win every fight. Isn't that what I was made for?" 

You can sense Jeno's growing concern, you can feel it with each hush he lets out when you cry a little harder, you can feel it now that he's let both of your hands go to cup dearly at your cheeks, and you hate that you yearn for more. 

Why must you appear so weak in front of Lee Jeno? 

"I know it's just my emotions and whatnot, but... god, I don't want to disappoint people anymore,"

Jeno shakes his head, squeezing gently at your cheeks. "Don't say that. You don't disappoint anyone,"

"I disappoint my father—I disappoint myself." You say instantly, and it's clear it's a thought you've had for a long time. "I disappoint you..."

Jeno's eyes desperately search for yours, his face leaning in close to yours. "Hey, hey, look at me,"

His voice lulls you to a calmer state, as he shakes his head lightly, and despite all that you've said, how much of a burden you've been to him, he smiles at you. How can he smile at you? When you've been nothing but so frustrating tonight? 

"You could never disappoint anyone," Jeno mumbles firmly, stroking at your cheek. "not me, at least,"

For months on end, Jeno has watched you beat yourself up for the smallest things you do wrong. A small mistake during a spar, tactics failing in a game of capture the flag, even when you get the date wrong you never cease to criticize yourself.

You've got high expectations. Expectations even you yourself can't reach. 

"Don't you see? I'm disappointing you right now," You breathe out. It's full of anguish, distress, as if to prove a point. A point that Jeno can never see. "I'm being such a burden, you shouldn't even have to take care of me—"

"—I want to take care of you." Jeno interjects immediately. "I need to know you're safe. I don't care if you think you're a burden, because I know you will never be one."

Through your sniffling, and wobbly lips, a smile is somehow curling on your lips, as your hands creep up to circle around Jeno's wrists. 

"There's that smile," He whispers, with the brightest grin you might ever see, a smile even Apollo, the God of sun and light could never beat. 

Jeno leans in close, before he presses his lips gently to your cheek, cleaning you of your tears. Each kiss he leaves on your skin spreads warmth within you, like a fire growing bigger and bigger, until it consumes your whole soul.

This time, you welcome the fire, finally feeling secure within Jeno's arms. 

What have you been so worried about? Lee Jeno may be oblivious at times, but he's not dumb. He's genuine, he's caring and loving and he's the same person who confessed his love for you 13 days ago, the same heart, the same mind, the same Jeno. 

So, you fall into him. You don't care if it's terrifying, or if you have a few bumps on the way, because Jeno is your safetynet. He always has been, and will always continue to be your safetynet. 

You just hope Jeno feels the same for you. 

You're brought back to reality when Jeno pecks lightly at your nose, his laugh resonating through the room right after he sees your shocked face. 

"You know I like you, right?"

You've known for 13 days and 12 hours. Even with all that time to process his confession, it's like he's saying it for the first time, as he holds your face dearly, as he stares into your eyes with so much emotion, it almost overwhelms you. He says it as if he means it. 

And he does. 

"I know," You know with all your heart. You melt when he smiles sweetly down at you, your throat burning with the urge to tell him that you like him too, hell you might even love him. Your fingers tingle, yearning for his touch, your heart burning for him. But he doesn't deserve it. Not after how long you made him wait for a response. 

You don’t understand how Jeno could ever look at you the way he is right now, his eyes shining with such a dear look in them, his lips curling lightly. You know you look like a mess, with your puffy eyes and wet cheeks, how could anyone see the worst side of you and still love you?

You suppose it’s the pressure you get from all your tough siblings, standards way too high for you to reach, but you know you would feel the same if Jeno was crying in your arms as well. 

“Good.” He mumbles. “It won’t change.”

A sensation hits you. Your heart jumps and you feel all of a sudden breathless. No amount of tears could take this much air from your lungs, and it’s not anxiety filling them. This time… it’s a warm feeling, it swirls and spreads all through you as Jeno continues. 

“I know what you’re thinking, Y/N, that I would stop liking you just because you didn’t answer me. But that’s not true,” He shakes his head, stroking at your cheeks as he scoots closer to you. His voice grows softer, but with the distance between you two, he’s never been clearer before. “I’ll wait for you. Forever, if I have to.”

Lee Jeno has you hypnotized, and you wonder if this is what sirens are like, because he’s all that you want suddenly, you feel so dizzy and hazed with… love. You love him, goddamn it, and he loves you too. 

“Just… take your time, okay? I want your answer to come from you, your heart. Not from your siblings, or father, or even me. I want your truth,”

And your truth is him. It stupid to think, but you truly do think that you were made to be with Lee Jeno. 

When he pulls away, and finally gives you some (very unwanted) space, you decide to tell him. 

“Jeno,” You breathe out. You’re sure the sounds of waves outside his window can easily beat your volume, but you’re more sure Jeno hears you, as his eyebrows shoot up instantly, and he hums, leaning in close. He’s always so tentative to you, you’ve always loved this trait about him. 

“It’s been two weeks–”

“–I said you don’t need to–”

“–I want to,”

This time, it’s him who goes speechless, and you can almost see the pink in his cheeks growing under the dark light of his cabin. “Go on,” He finally says. 

“Thank you,” You reply. “As I was saying, it’s been two weeks, and I’m ready to give you my answer.”

Jeno’s shocked when you reach over, fingers brushing over his, as you take his hands in yours. “I’ve… always been held under some sort of expectation, always being watched, waiting for some victory, and I hated it. I still do,”

Jeno’s heart softens, as does his eyes as he listens, knowing very well what you are talking about. You’ve isolated yourself countless times when you are unable to reach the expectations, afraid to show anyone emotion. 

“and god, did I want to give up. I’m sick of my siblings always picking at my every flaw, judging every step I take. I felt trapped. But you… you’re the opposite. I feel so free around you, it scares the shit out of me. I think about you constantly, day and night, when I’m training or just reading a book, every tiny thing reminds me of you and it’s honestly scary. And you have no expectations for me, it was confusing at first, but I understand now. I don’t have any for you, either. I love how competitive you are, and how you’re still so humble despite being a child of one of the big three’s, and how you take care of everyone, even people you don’t know, and hell–I find your lame jokes funny. I never minded when you’d watch over me, if anything, I loved it. And I was confused what it was at first,”

You suck in a deep breath, shutting your eyes, Your heart beats loud in all your senses, you feel it rising at your throat, tingling at your fingers that Jeno caresses, but it’s okay. It’s Jeno, he could never hurt you.

“But I know now.” Your eyes flutter open, and in a second, your nerves fly away. Jeno’s looking at you with so much love, patiently waiting for you to finish, so you do. 

“I like you, Jeno. I might even love you,”

You both grow silent after that. 

Once again, you grow anxious. 

Holy shit, did he lose feelings in the span of your 2 minutes spent ranting to him?

And when you’re about to lose all hope of an acceptance, Jeno’s fingers tighten around yours the moment they attempt to slip away. 

Alarmed, your eyes slowly trail back up to his face, unable to read his expressions. 

Jeno sighs. “Say it again?”

“The… the whole thing? I mean, I could,” You mumble. You’re serious. You could recite the whole thing if he wanted word-by-word, you’d do anything for Lee Jeno right now. 

When he doesn’t say a word, you suspect it’s what he’s genuinely asking for, clearing your throat to start over once again. “right, okay, uh… how did I start?”

Suddenly, you realize that you are not capable of reciting the whole thing word-by-word. It had all come out with its own flow, you had absolutely no control of your mind, nor did you even think you’d have to say the whole thing again. 

Despite that, you still try. “Um–I was always told I had expectations… is that what I said? I don’t know, I don’t really remember. Just something about um, feeling trapped, or something… and feeling free around you? Is that… I think that’s what I said.”

Stupidly, you keep going, knowing fully well that you can’t repeat the deep and touching moment. Jeno finds it so very endearing that you try, however, unable to find it in himself to actually stop you, when you look so cute holding onto his hands and trying to remember your words. 

“Whatever, it doesn’t matter, but after that I said something about, uh, you being a child of Poseidon? God, I can barely remember. Anyway, you’re cool, Jeno, you really are–”

Suddenly, your mouth clamps shut. A warmth envelops your chin, lips, to your cheeks, before you realize Lee Jeno has his hand covering your mouth, shutting you up. You’re surprised to see a grin on his lips, even more so when he starts chuckling, taking his hand off to ruffle it gently on the top of your head. “Not that part,” He finally says. 

“Then… which part?” The way you look at him, Jeno almost thinks you’re doing it all on purpose. Your eyes shining just for him, your confused scrunch on your eyebrows, how could he ever fall more in love with you?

“You love me?”

Oh. That part. 

“...yeah,” You breathe out, growing shy. It takes you a moment, before you remember his words. 

Say it again.

“I think I’m in love with you, Jeno,”

At your words, he seems to grow tense, but it’s different from all the sparring matches you’ve had with him. He has a huge smile on his face, his eyes creasing into little moons, moons in which you love, the smile that you long to see everyday. How did it take you so long to decide you love him?

“I think I’m in love with you too, Y/N.”

“Okay, cool,” You nod, attempting to act cool. The Gods know how you really feel, your heart beating as fast as ever, shit eating grin growing on your face as his hands slip in yours once more, as you lean into him. “that’s super cool,”

“mhm, yeah, really epic,” Jeno mirrors your attitude, you can tell he’s growing shy. You know from the way his voice dies down a little, growing small with mumbles, you know from the way he curls his body slightly, but he’s still as confident as ever, bumping his forehead with yours. 

You chuckle at the action, shutting your eyes to savor the moment. 

At that moment, you both silently thank Aphrodite, for guiding the both of you here, right now. 

Your eyes open once again, and you find Jeno already staring at you. You offer him a smile, one that he welcomes, and returns with his own bright grin. His mouth opens slightly for a moment, but nothing comes out. Jeno blinks, thinking hard to himself. 

You wonder what he could be thinking about, but before you could wonder more, or even ask what’s on his mind, he speaks. 

“Can I… kiss you?”

You chuckle lightly at his words, bringing your forehead away from his as your head throws back in soft laughter. Albeit confused, Jeno still watches, his heart burning with every laugh you let out. 

“You know you don’t have to ask, right?” You finally say as you stop laughing. “Go ahead,”

Jeno smiles, and his face is so close to yours that he could smile against your own. Your noses brush, eyes slowly shutting, and his warm lips envelop yours. It feels tender, soft, gentle, and loving, his hands wrapping slowly around your waist. Kissing Jeno is different from what you’ve always thought kissing him would be like. It’s comforting, not rushed. It’s welcoming, it feels like home, where you’ve always belonged. 

Jeno feels the exact same thing, his lips curling and shifting between yours as your hands hold dearly at his jaw, caressing at his skin. 

When you pull away, all that resonates through the Poseidon cabin is your shallow breathing, and sounds of the soft waves hitting shore, and it couldn’t be more perfect. In Jeno’s arms, worrying about nothing, thinking about nothing but him. 

“Stay the night?”

“What?”

Jeno’s eyes widen as he realizes his abrupt words, his mouth gaping. “N-no! Not like that!”

You both know it’s not like that. You find it cute that he still says it, anyway. 

“I-I mean, your siblings upset you, right? You don’t want to go back to your cabin–unless you want to! Of course, it’s your choice, completely,”

And they say chivalry is dead. 

All you can do is continue to stare at him as he goes on and on, admiring the way his cheeks grow red, and his rushed words, you wonder if this is how Jeno felt when you ranted before. 

“I, personally, don’t want you going somewhere you don’t feel safe in, you know? With people who have hurt you. We could just hang out, talk, or something. I can show you a bunch of stuff my dad left for m–”

This time, Jeno’s shocked, blinking at you as your hand envelops his lips to halt his ranting.

“I’d love to stay over,” You mumble, dropping your hand from his face. “you’re the only one I feel safe with right now,” 

Jeno finally grins, feeling love resonate through his body, reaching out to place his palm on your cheek. The love spreads and multiplies as you lean into his palm, like a disease, but you know if that was the case you would have been infected for a long time already. 

“...so can I check out Poseidon’s trident?”

“Oh, for sure. That thing’s huge.”

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nct dream as… !%# types of dates .. 🥣⋆☄︎. *. ⋆

[non-idol ver.! just so you know eheh]

✰ MARK — drive-in theater

it honestly came to mind pretty randomly, as you two got back from your last exam of the semester, driving mindlessly for about two hours — not because you didn’t know what you want to do, but because you two simply just enjoyed doing nothing??? but so many things at the same???

just listening to the mixtape you made for mark, singing so loud everyone could hear since the windows were rolled down too… you felt a sense of freedom? some kind of… relief from the burdens??? it was a pretty hectic exam season you two had to endure and since it was finally over.. you couldn’t keep your excitement low

looking at each other with love and adoration, exhaustion vanishing in the company of the other one — it honestly should be studied? how easy it is for you two to affect the other???

you stumbled upon the drive-in theater by accident, it wasn’t planned or anything, you just wanted to simply spend your night at mark’s place and call it a day, watch a movie on his laptop while cuddling and stuff

but when you spotted the sign you couldn’t help but exclaim, getting all excited over it, even slapping mark’s upper arm… poor boy winced and just said “hey, no need to kill the driver”

you didn’t even need to convince him honestly, he immediately agreed and there you were… not knowing what was actually screening, blindly finding a good spot you two can park and enjoy the movie

it would’ve slapped if it was some kind of slasher horror from the 80s… but it was casablanca

WHICH IS SO CLICHÉ I KNOW BUT it makes So much sense and honestly, it’s such a big game changer to see it like that. it’s like an opportunity you shouldn’t miss

mark got some popcorn and something to drink, to make the whole atmosphere even more “vibey”, as he said, and you two just.. turned off your minds and watched the movie

discussing it and everything, like FELLAS, that’s the right experience! that’s how you watch a movie!!! YOU GOTTA ANALYZE THE SHIT OUT OF IT!!!!!!! ahah

in the end, when almost everyone drove away from the theater, leaving you two here with like.. only 3 other cars, mark gave a kiss on your lips, as a way of celebrating it all. it was for a fleeting moment only, yet it was so sweet and full of emotions

it was a reward, of some sort.

✰ RENJUN — museum date

there was this new exhibition at the local fine arts museum so… it wasn’t even a question that you two would literally RUN (and get a good use of the student discount ahah, it’s a lifesaver!)

casually choosing some elegant clothes which, of course, had to be matching to a certain extent – people HAVE TO see that you guys are together, plus it would look so good on the pictures

you expected lot more of people since it was the first week of the grand opening but it wasn’t that crowded. Which is a good thing honestly, you hate it when it’s sooo full you cannot even move properly

it was an exhibition of some impressionist works by some of the most renowed painters, it was a must to not only look the best, but to prepare yourself for a long day of strolling around

you usually spend tons of time in museums anyways, but this also as part of a date??? the security would have to kick you out asap.. ahah

renjun immediately reached for your hands to hold, while walking around, looking at the beautiful paintings, talking about whatever came to mind – not just about art itself, topics changed so fast you couldn’t even realize it by the time it did

being in art school meant that renjun can sometimes tell you little fun facts and tips&tricks he had learnt in uni

sometimes it amazes how well informed he is and how he knows so many know-hows.. not like you weren’t aware, you absolutely knew he’s smart AND TALENTED, but still ahah

after a good… 3 hours or so? you two decided to end the date with a quick stop at the museum shop :DDD it’s a must honestly, you gotta buy every magnet and postcard you can… especially of such beautiful paintings???!!! you would be stupid if you left without Anything

so you two bought tons of stuff… even some things you can exchange, as if they were gifts for one another :,) ahhh…

you just have to print out that picture of you two, taken in front of that big painting of mesmerizing flowers: renjun kissing you softly, hands on your waist, eyes closed

✰ JENO — stargazing

you had been planning this for literal days before… you know, getting everything together, like those cool ass lamps in a jar bottle with the led stuff, blankets you bought from a nearby art shop?? which sold basically everything??? ahah

drinks and snacks too… you were honestly So Ready to go stargazing! :D

you were supposed to go to that rather tiny park of the town which is mostly empty. that’s why you decided on going there, avoid people and stuff, just the two of you, looking at the constellations >:( honestly it’s so romantic it makes me Cringe (i crave it)

but in the end, you two decided to stay at yours instead, since your parents left for the weekend anyways, which is just a bonus: it’s the two of you in the backyard with the vast sky full of stars

idyllic??? romantic??? adorable and unforgettable??????

All of the above

at first, you two just sat down on the swing bed your father recently bought at a random flea market he religiously visited every weekend :,)

but then, to use the blanket you brought outside (what a tiresome task ahah), you two laid down on the ground instead

the first constellation you spotted was the big dipper, exclaiming when you noticed it on the sky, gently shoving jeno’s shoulder, who was rather nonchalant at first

he then, of course matched your energy, and got super super excited, especially after noticing the ursa major :D he felt like he accomplished his life goal or something ahah (hes so stupid but in a cute way)

what the cherry on top was is his hands, reaching for yours, fingers intertwining, as your heart warmed up – you looked at him, his beautiful face, and noticed that adorable eyesmile of his

life felt good. you felt at home

✰ HAECHAN — restaurant hop

he fucking hates cooking lmfao he’s all like “yo girl i don’t think we should let Me get near that oven… we might burn up the whole house IJBOL” (he would definitely use ijbol irl)

so you were like…

hyuck, you literally don’t even have to come to the kitchen bro, i will cook… which happens most of the times when you decide to stay at home for dates

but this day!!! to spare you from the tiring task of cooking!!!!!!!! he said that you guys should try out restaurant hopping

you were confused as hell honestly, like wdym you want that, aren’t you a picky mf lmfao

but he said that he’s feeling adventurous and is pretty much lazy to go hiking or anything that a sane person would go for

and he felt hungry so it was like the best choice in his eyes – you were sick of spending most of your nights at his (shared…) apartment so you agreed after like… 5 secs of persuading

you wanted to plan out where you should go and maybe book a table at some restaurant but he was all like “honey, we should be spontaneous, go with the flow…”, so you did???? Ahah

the first restaurant was not even a restaurant, it was just the first street food stall you two stumbled upon, getting something for the both of you

you didn’t want to feel full so early so you chose something light (unlike hyuck who was sure he was “alright” but after like the second stop, he was dying because his stomach was hurting “So Badly”)

you ended the restaurant hop with a donut at one of the bakeries you usually go to – you know, to finish it off with something familiar??? now lemme just say, it was chaotic, because haechan could BARELY finish it and made it your problem, whining like a little girl after every bite

like you told him not to get the biggest, sweetest and greasiest one but he was sooo sure in himself, he said he’s got an extra stomach for desserts

well… was he wrong…….

you spent 1.5 hours there!!!!!! he took so much time LMFAOXJAJX they were closing already and he still hadn’t finished

so you tried to rush him and stuff but he turned his princess mode on ahah

but at least, on the way back to his place, he bought you tulips :) it was such a sweet gesture <3

not as sweet as his donut was…… (he almost threw up the next day cause he was feeling nauseous from the food)

✰ JAEMIN — picnic date

jaemin was so excited :( he literally couldn’t stop talking about it like.. that’s right dude!!!!!! we’re going on a date!!!!!! A PICNIC DATE!!!!!

he would literally live in the kitchen before the occasion so that he can cook&bake tons of things for you to eat :) he’s so… he’s so malewife

all you’re left to deal with is bringing the basket and checkered blanket, every other things are settled! they are in his hands, under his control :D

you two went to the park which is right next to the lake – you wanted to see swans while talking about anything and everything that came to mind (he literally compared your beauty to that of a swan… which made you almost tear up like BOY YOU DID NOT… argghhh)

it was a must to start it off with the most basic and cliché thing of everything: the chocolate covered strawberries, feeding each other all lovey-dovey, tooth rottingly sweet and stuff

everyone was possibly like “okay lemme just kms” when they spotted you two, all up on each other, legs all tangled together, stealing kisses from the other, while giggling so loudly

it was SOO so idyllic, almost like you two escaped from a romance movie, or a painting. it felt… perfect, in a way?

birds singing, the sun shining gently on your skin, while you could hear the laughter of the children running around, clouds in animal shapes

then the sun slowly setting, pinkish hues taking up the sky above, everything becoming quiet as time passes by

he hugs you tightly. tighter than ever, perhaps

✰ CHENLE — karaoke

if two weeks pass by without you and chenle going to a karaoke… Most probably it’s because you broke up or something

like girl ain’t no way you WON’T go to karaoke dates… nuh huh, impossible to even think of that ??? CHENLE, out of all people

that’s the least believable thing like i promise you!

like saturday night are for the gir- KARAOKE!!!!! :P that’s how it always goes, getting ready, putting on some casual clothes, maybe eating something quick before that, and then spending the entire time singing your lungs out

you don’t even have energy by the end of it, like it… seems impossible to even crawl back home :,)

but honestly it’s all worth it, comparing your score and stuff, seeing which one of you sings better

sometimes you just open instagram and do lives too, so that your followers can pick who they liked more

(it’s always chenle’s acc though like SO MANY people follows him, he’s like a celebrity… ahah!)

haechan always comes to watch and roasts the both of you, especially when it can be seen that chenle kisses you here and there

he types “EWWWW GET A ROOM FREAKS” and thinks he’s hilarious lmfao

you always start the date with a quick and energetic song, one that boost your energy up easily and then… honestly it depends on your mood

sometimes you gotta be in your moods and sing romantic ballads to each other, as if it’s a serenade

but then again, moods swing so quickly and you can end up in a rap battle too

you would totally eat him up tbh… and he knows it so well

he finishes the date off with the most cheesiest, lovely romantic song ever… like a confession said yet again, for the hundreth time

✰ JISUNG — amusement park

it wasn’t his idea honestly

it was all you coming up with it, because there was that one roller coaster you’d always been scared to go on

and since you haven’t visited ever since you had jisung… you thought MAYBEEEE (just maybe) it would be better with him

you can at least hold onto him and stuff

he wanted to eat before the ride though… you did not let him, of course, since you didn’t want him to throw up on you AHAH

but like, why did he came there RAVENOUS? duh … you’re gonna say goodbye to your guts on the ride girl what did you expect

but you know, the ride wasn’t even the part you enjoyed the most – it was good, of course, just not that… outstanding? i guess? it was alright… especially because you could hold jisung’s hand so tightly :,) it was honestly so adorable

they should’ve taken pictures of you like you’re sure you would’ve put it on the fridge or something

but after that, you went to the gift shop, to get those silly headbands!!!!! you got one that resembled a cat, and jisung got one with a hamster >:( it was adorbs

you two looked like those IT couples that you can always see in instagram, you know, holding hands, taking silly candid pictures and then eating sooo much food

FINALLY!!! thought jisung probably ahah you got so many sweets it was like you could feel your tooth decaying lmfao

at the end of the day, you two decided to try out the freshly opened photo booth which had been going viral for weeks

it was… an experience to say the least :,) but the pictures came out prettier than ever!!!! except for the one where jisung sneezed and you got all scared because he was Loud loud ahah

but the compensation was a fleeting kiss on your cheek! which was also captured on one of the pictures :)

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