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Our Sick Story, Thus Far (M)

Teddy Bear—> (yes you have to read this first)

pairing. Jeno x female reader x Haechan x ?

genre. college AU, pwp, dark fic, angst, M/F

wc. 29k

warning. profanity, bullying, forced relationship, cheating, dr*g use mentioned, blackmailing, coercion, possessive/obsessive behavior, lies deceit manipulation etc, is anyone in this story actually a good person??(the answer: no), stockholm vibes. smut warnings under cut. minors DNI.

now playing. Our Sick Story(Thus Far)//Atreyu

a/n. it’s been a long time coming and I hope the wait was worth it for this story that I had no business writing to begin with😅

dedicated to the messages I received letting me know Teddy Bear made them wanna throw up. you are going to love this one! and @notncdeeh for consistently bothering me to finish writing this💚

smut warnings. dubcon/noncon elements(DO NOT read if that makes you uncomfortable. thanks.), Jeno refers to y/n as ‘Teddy’ often, no teddy plush shall be spared, dacryphyilia, humiliation, degradation/praise, oral, anal, rimming, finger sucking, sub/dom dynamics, switching, hair pulling, slapping, protected and unprotected sex, breeding, impreg kink/forced pregnancy, cock warming, hidden camera use, choking, mind break, surprise character smut(👀).

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Art class had taught you more than expected when you chose the extra curriculum for ‘stress relief’ as the school’s counselor put it, emphasizing how fast you will burn out if you don’t allow yourself one light work subject.

‘Paint me something pretty today.’ Jeno smirked near the entrance, stepping backward to keep his gaze on yours until he could no longer see you from the hallway.

Blue, sky blue.

Jeno’s favorite color is sky blue, which he mentioned one day when grabbing you after class. The only one of your courses he’d been unable to transfer into because it’d interfere with his degree.

‘It’s a shame we can’t be together all day.’ Jeno traced a faded spot along the column of your throat while you studied color theory. A mixture of blue and yellow bruises speckled with red bits of gnawed skin.

Art class has taught you many things, one being- you aren’t very artistic, and that much like the blue sky had turned darker earlier these days, so had your mind.

Jeno rained trickles of blues into your favorite colors, he muddied a bright day, stained pools of misery around your world.

Sky blue is an ugly color, you think, because even as he smiled with an arm slung over your shoulders walking through the first drops of November rain; Jeno robbed hues of yellow and gold from the sun. He gathered red from the last days of summer heat and stormed through your life on a cloud tainting everything a miserable shade of black.

Art class had really become your everyday sanctuary, a time away from him. Time to pretend that Jeno had never invaded your days.

A time to daydream from aw you hid behind a canvas, imagine ‘what if’, and admire a student from across too focused on his work to spare you a glance.

and when Jeno would arrive ready to prance you through the halls as his play thing, his little toy, you couldn’t help but wonder..

In another life you could have fallen for Jeno. You could have loved him, developed a healthy relationship, formed fond memories to reflect upon together in the future.

But in this life, you hate him.

Hate may be a strong word, but as you sit across from the bane of your existence, you know one thing is certain.

You hate Jeno Lee.

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Perhaps it is to your detriment that Jeno has made you feel nothing, unless numbness can be classified as an emotion.

By the round of omnipresent gasps and whispers that reach your ears each time you enter a room with him, it’s hard to not fixate on the way his presence alone stirs the first rumble of what can only be classified as a concrete shattering earthquake. Maybe that’s the problem, because even when Jeno’s arms are wrapped around your waist from behind, leading you through the cafeteria to sit at a table alone with eyes of vultures ready to pick your flesh apart inch by inch; you cannot find it in yourself to care. Not anymore, not even close, not even a little.

“I like it when you wear your hair down.” Jeno whispers, fixing your loose locks to one side. “It’s really cute how you think this is enough to cover yourself and hide from me.”

Bony fingers trace patterns of sadness atop the marks he’s drawn along your throat. “Pretty.”

Cute. Pretty. Meaningless compliments, because how could they hold any meaning pouring from a soul filled with nothing but darkness.

Even as you sit pressed to his side in the back of the library, you feel sick, scribbling a mental note to wear your hair up more often. His compliments replay like a broken record, scratching the way up your thigh to a cut between the juncture of your knee. Your teeth clench as you claw your jagged nails up your inner thigh, attempting to make the mental gash real just to feel something. Dig the wound deeper, much like Jeno’s sweet words strike similar to the tip of a blunt tip knife; aimed recklessly at your soul slicing through inch by inch. Cutting you open until your blood has been drained of all life.

His eyebrows furrow, gaze following along to your hand and slapping your wrist away. “What the hell are you doing?”

“I need to use the restroom.”

“Great!” Jeno pipes up, grabbing your bag. “So do I.”

“Jeno..”

Standing up, he smiles expectantly, lip quirked to one side daring you to speak out loud against him. It’s useless, you know better by now.

“Can we make it fast this time? The bell will ring soon..” you mumble quietly, walking alongside him toward the exit.

“Worried you’ll miss your precious little painting class?” Jeno nudges you toward the mens bathroom, grabbing a hold around your elbow as he steps in first. “EMPTY OUT!” He roars, followed by an urgent shuffle and toilet flushing as one of the new Freshmen you recognize scuttles out with his head ducked, toilet paper attached to the back of his sneaker.

Jeno laughs breathily, entertained by the younger's fearful exit. The fear that he can instill in anyone easily with the snap of his fingers, or a mere glance. Turning toward you, he smiles, nodding to one of the stalls. “All yours.”

“That wasn’t necessary..” you say quietly, moving past him to find the cleanest stall available, nose scrunched in disgust as you settle on one and turn to shut the door. “Shit.” You startle jumping back, clutching at your chest.

Jeno latches onto the stalls frame, peering down at you. “No need to close the door Teddy, it’s only me.”

“Jeno, please..”

“You know I hate it when you do that.” Jeno swings his body back and forth, head shaking side to side slowly. “You said you need to use the bathroom?”

Locking your eyes to the floor, you’re at least thankful for choosing a skirt to wear today, lifting, sliding your underwear to your knees as you squat down and settle with your skirt fanned out over your thighs.

Jeno turns to laugh, rolling his eyes. “The way you still act so shy, like you’re ashamed..”

As if he hasn’t defiled you and had his way with you in every which way he prefers. “Cute.” Jeno’s gaze traces up from your sneakers to where your knees clench together, running his tongue under the inside of his lip. “Done?”

Scooting closer, his arms drop down to his sides, shoulders appearing more broad from where he looms above you. “And look at that, with time to spare still.”

Jeno grips around your upper arm, hoisting you up to your feet, panicked as you’d just begun to reach for the roll of toilet paper. “What’re yo—stop!”

Ignoring you, he flips you around to press your back against the stall, licking across his lips akin to a rabid animal. “Don’t worry about that, I’ll clean you up.”

He drops to his knees, bunching your skirt up to your waist as he perches one of your legs upon his shoulder, face burying between your thighs.

“Jeno, don’t! That’s too—“

The drag of his tongue has you choking, squirming back to get away as heat fills your cheeks, completely mortified by the sweep of his tongue running up and down. “N-no!”

Jeno groans, face shaking side to side as he makes sure to cover each inch of the skin between your thighs, tongue greedily running rampant between your folds. “That’s so disgusting.” You cry, pushing at his head, nails dug into his scalp

Jeno rushes back with a hiss, eyes snapping open wildly as he apprehends your wrists and clutches around your forearms roughly, returning the feeling with his short filed nails. “Funny how you only shut up at the worst times.” Overpowered, he pulls on your arms to launch himself back up, twisting them around your back painfully to press you to the stall chest first. “So difficult.”

Returning to his knees, he flips your skirt back up, keeping your wrists tethered with one hand. “Thought you wanted to get to class on time?” Jeno’s nose drags between your bottom, sucking in a deep inhale. “Fuck.”

He groans, biting down on the cleft of your ass hard enough to leave marks behind. A new one to join the rest that he makes sure to add daily. “Nothing about this is disgusting.” Cupping one of your buttcheeks, he bounces the meaty flesh against his face, eyes rolling up as his nose dips against your tight ring of muscle.

“Not there!” You wheeze, scrabbling to get away by uselessly scratching down the wall.

“You’ll get used to it.” He rumbles against your core, lips circling your entrance with a lewd slurp; not missing a drop of your arousal beginning to drip out. “Ridiculous how good you taste.”

Clapping your ass against his cheek without pause, Jeno’s neck bends back more, jaw opening wide to swipe his tongue from your clit to your hole, growling between short staggered breaths. Each drag of his nose slowly circling your rim humiliates you worse, biting down to keep in your complaints the more he goes for it. Splaying out his palm, he spreads your ass completely open, unveiling the taut ring of muscle clenching helplessly.

Jeno kisses at the backs of his teeth, drawing in a sharp breath as his index finger extends to tap and tease your rim, cheek dimpling to one side the more you fail to pull away. “You’ll let me fuck you here next, yeah?” He laughs, pushing your trapped fist into your lower back to form a deep arch. “Fill up all your holes, is that what you want?”

“N-no..” You grimace, face pressed to the chill bathroom stall. “Please, hurry, please.”

His tongue clicks obnoxiously, blowing on your rim before setting down a searing kiss, tongue smoothing around in a circle. “Why should I hurry? I don’t even get to fuck you.” He sneers, eyeing the time on his wrist.

“Later,” you pipe up fast, rutting back against his face to convince him. “After school, we can.. do that..”

His eyebrows shoot high, peering up in surprise. “Oh yeah? I’ll hold you to that, Teddy.” He bites down on your buttcheek again for good measure, nipping the skin roughly. “Now be good, and hold yourself open if you want to make it on time.” His grip on your wrist loosens, shaking off the sting left behind only for a second before he slaps your palms down on your butt and adjusts your position to expose both your holes. “That’s it.”

Thick arms circle around your thighs, biceps flexing to keep a snug grip on you as his hot tongue returns to your center and glides between your folds, inching lower until his lips can wrap around your clit.

“Uhhnnghhh..” you jolt, firmly tucking in your mouth to suppress a moan from soaring out.

Jeno’s hands swipe up the front of your thighs, gliding his mouth and nose from your wet hole to your clit with teasing firm flicks of his tongue; three of his digits find your bundle of nerves right as his mouth latches back around your entrance. His tongue buries deep, lifting your toes to curl up off the floor, knocking your forehead against the wall as you fight to keep in a desperate cry.

He’s relentless, tongue expertly waving against your insides, the muscle strong and thick. “Ugh!” A whine breaks through your sealed lips, smacking the stall as he taps your clit repeatedly, urging you to break down and squeeze your release around his tongue.

Jeno draws out, mouth a mess of shiny wet, panting heavily. “Come on, give me what I want.” He slaps your clit roughly, spitting at your entrance before plunging in, nosing at your rim harshly as he struggles to breathe out of his nostrils. He grumbles between choked breaths, tongue working in and out of your hole with precise thrusts. Each rub to you rim, stroke against your clit, and incessant roll of his tongue inside of you shoots straight through your legs, ready to collapse if not for his arms keeping you held in place.

“Je—I—“ your eyes roll back, grateful that he can’t see the wash of pleasure pouring down your face. Turned putty under his ministrations as you clamp around his tongue shamefully, scratching down the stall in a weak attempt to get away.

Jeno drags out only to lick up the trickle that managed to escape his mouth, lapping your inner thighs clean with a deep moan. Each swipe of his tongue raises your humiliation up higher, hissing and jerking away when he reaches the cut along your knee.

“What is this?” He grips a hold around your calve, forcing you to balance on one leg to get an up close look and inspect how deep the wound goes. “When did you do this?”

“Don’t know, think when I ran down the stairs to meet you this morning the stair bannister skimmed my leg..”

He grunts displeased, setting your foot down to stand and kick open the door. “Come here.”

Jeno motions to the sinks, dropping both of your backpacks down next to you on the counter. “Does it hurt?”

He examines your knee closer, propping your foot to rest along the sink ledge, tongue poked between his teeth.

“Why do you care?” You ask with a scowl, reassigning your attention to the bathroom floor when Jeno slowly blinks at you and reaches to open his backpack.

“Is that a serious question?”

“Whatever.”

He nods, huffing an amused sound under his breath as he grabs a pack of sanitation wipes. “This may sting but I’d rather you not get some infection, especially after scratching at it.”

He proceeds to lightly dab the wound, drawing a hiss between your teeth despite how gentle he’s trying to be.

“You don’t have to do that,” you bite, leg jerking in his hold. “I won’t pick at it anymore.”

“Sure.” Pink lips purse together, delicately blowing over the area. “I don’t have much, but I’ll cover it up with some gauze when we get home later.”

Home.

Jeno speaks as if you live together, and you may as well at this point. Ripping a bandage open with his teeth, his eyes thin to place the non-sticky white where your flesh appears most harmed. “You’re mine now, I expect you to be more careful than this with your body.”

Squeezing up your calve, his thin digits dig through the meat of your muscle, trapping your bouncing gaze. “Maybe it’s best you move out of that shit hole you live in. That areas not well fit for a young girl to live alone there.”

“I can’t afford to move..”

Jeno’s lips gingerly land atop the bandaid, puckering to press a kiss. “I’ll figure something out.”

“You’re being weird.” You whisper, turning away from the sight of his pouty mouth continuing to layer kisses over your wound as if to heal you faster.

“It’s okay.” He draws your foot off the counter, taking a hold of your thighs to make space for himself to stand closer between. “It’s okay to accept it.”

Jeno’s eyes appear black as night, empty of any genuine thought or emotion, but even then your chest aches at the flicker of hope when he looks at you. It’s different, nothing you’ve experienced from anyone else. He looks at you like you’re..

“Special.” He whispers, pinching your chin as he leans in closer and his palm smooths over the covered wound. “Does it hurt?”

“..Would you hurt me?” Your lips move faster than you mind can register, asking yourself the question over and over again without realizing you’ve said it outloud.

Jeno blinks slowly, taking in your nervous expression. Opening up his palm, he moves to cup your chin and keep your face visible as you try to hide away, slowly inching forward to connect your mouth to his.

The bell rings right before your lips can meet, dislodging the breath you hadn’t even realized you’d been holding. It’s easy to break from your thoughts and push yourself off from the sink, scoot around him fast with the excuse of being late. “My scholarship.” You constantly remind him, receiving nothing more than a roll of his eyes in return.

“Yeah yeah,” he trails after you out of the bathroom, voice low and threatening. “I’m holding you to what you said for later, don’t forget.”

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Jeno met Haechan the first day of Freshman year of high school.

Excited to show off a new pair of shoes with wheels attached on the soles, he rolled through the hallways to his first class. That’s when he noticed an on-slaught of senior girls running by in their short cheerleading uniforms. Giggling and waving as they jogged by him cackling from behind their hands- ‘hey freshie’.

All too distracted with a goofy smile on his face, he missed the shorter boy wandering ahead of him lost. An unfortunate collision caused their foreheads to bump hard enough for a bruise to show up on both of them by lunch.

Haechan hissed, crashing flat on his bottom painfully; Jeno quickly apologized and helped him up. Little did he know they’d become great friends from that day forward.

Jeno’s not jealous of Haechan, not necessarily. He admires how giving his friend can be, really. If Jeno ever forgets to grab his packed lunch, Haechan will always offer to share. He’s always sure to invite Jeno over to play games whenever his dad purchases the latest gaming console. He’d even go as far as lending Jeno the shirt off his back if needed.

‘What are friends for if not to have you back in any situation?’ That’s what Haechan would say whenever Jeno felt rendered speechless by his friend's generosity.

The thing is, Jeno had never had a friend like Haechan. He questions if he can even call his relationships with others friendships anymore.

Unlike Haechan, Jeno had trained himself to not share. Friends had only become burdensome with time. Always asking him to play with his toys, mooching from his delicious snacks, making a big deal over the new pair of sneakers he wore that day.

They liked him because he had nice things, but they didn’t actually care about him. They cared about materialistic bullshit, about his good looks, the designer name brand clothing he’d wear.

Haechan was different from all of them. One day he opened up and shared that he’d felt homesick. Vulnerable at the time after a long tiresome day of introducing himself to groups of snobby fake stuck up people. One even pointed out a manga on his desk saying- ‘I’ve only seen weird loners read that shit’.

‘I had a friend.. back home.’ Haechan had sighed despairingly, head dropped lazily on his bed; drained by the realization that this is his new life. ‘Well.. I wanted her to be more than a friend.’

Jeno watched Haechan over the next few years. His friend changed, reformed his persona to fit in with the standard; he adapted quickly to this new lifestyle. Days of asking Jeno if he’d like some of his lunch dwindled down to nothing; seemingly only irritated that Jeno could be so forgetful of he ever asked for his leftovers.

Things had only become more tense with time. Haechan had grown competitive with everyone. He craved to be the ‘it’ boy around school. It never phased Jeno, not really, he learned to accept the change in his friend.

Then came the day Haechan decided that Jeno was his competition.

“Jeno, don’t you think this Cartier bracelet would look so cute on my wrist?” Sinclair waved her phone in his face. Wrist waggling out toward him, suggesting with her flirty batting eyelashes that he buy it for her; she had been on his ass for months dropping hints. “Perhaps you could finally ask me out with a gesture such as this?”

“He can’t afford that.” Haechan rolls his eyes letting out a breathy scoff by her side.

“Of course he can, nothing a swipe of your dad’s Amex can’t cover. He won’t even notice it on the monthly statement.” Sinclair goes on.

“His dad’s broke.” Haechan corrects her abruptly, glancing quickly toward Jeno’s burning glare. “I mean, uh... don’t repeat that.”

Haechan snatches her phone, waving off that he’d buy it for her when he takes her out come Friday.

All it took was some stupid girl Jeno could give a fuck about for Haechan to let him down for the last time. It bothered him for months, imagining the various ways he could split his ‘friends’ skull open.

“I won’t mention it again dude. It was a mistake, alright?” Haechan whispers standing near his locker after Jeno had resorted to the silent treatment for the rest of the week. “Listen, I’m sure she’s already forgotten. I’ll just take her to some overpriced restaurant and tell her I made that up because I was high or whatever.”

“You promised me you wouldn’t tell anyone.”

“Promises are for children Jeno, I forgot alright? I’m allowed to make a mistake.” Haechan showed no remorse. Proving his promises to be empty, backed by no integrity, lacking worth and value. Jeno knew deep down Haechan only continued to befriend him out of guilt, he knew their relationship boiled down to nothing for the other at the end of the day.

He knew he had to do something about it, but he couldn't. He had to wait for the perfect timing. He had to leave Haechan defenseless. He needed to ensure no way for his father to find out of his plan. Leave Haechan with no way to snitch and rat him out, a threat strong enough to hold over his friend's head.

The day you came along everything fell into place. Jeno knew as he watched Haechan’s head lay on your shoulder from behind a bookshelf in the library, you clearly meant something to him. None of it made sense at first. Why would Haechan care about you of all people?

“Remember that girl you mentioned from back home?” Jeno decides to casually bring up the story he’d hardly cared about or paid attention to while gaming. His friend's throat cleared on the opposite end from behind his computer screen.

“Yeah, what about her?” Haechan says, continuing to mumble curses as he goes on playing.

“Whatever happened to her? Did you two keep in touch at all?” Jeno asks, cursing at the screen to seem casually interested.

“Uhhh,” Haechan swallows, shrugging. “Honestly, don’t know.”

Liar.

Jeno’s teeth grit, holding back a laugh. “That’s too bad, you two were really close, I remember how tore up you were back then when you had first moved. Took you a while to get over it.”

“Man, that was so long ago.” Haechan waves off. “I was a kid.”

Raising a finger to silence their conversation, Haechan pauses the game, picking up his phone after the first ring. “Hey baby, nah I’m just with Jeno, yeah the usual.” Haechan proceeded to ignore him, the old friend he once cherished long gone now.

Just like you.

There are times you want to ask ‘Why me? Why me of all people? Out of all the girls withering away for a mere blink from Jeno in their directions, what the fuck made me matter.’

The unplanned vow of silence you’ve committed to halts those times your tongue itches to lash at him, and you listen, you listen well, very well. It’s to your detriment really, because Jeno adores that you listen, he loves the implication of the power he constricts you with behind your binded lips.

It’s also to his detriment that— for lack of better words, Jeno isn’t the brightest. Maybe he doesn’t want to come off too intelligent, you contemplate as he gushes on about his lost friendship; his favorite topic other than you really.

Haechan.

Jeno’s obsessed with Haechan, at least he’s obsessed with the fact that Haechan won. Between his foul rehashing of times his alleged best friend made him feel futile, it’s easy to decipher why it had to be you.

Not to make Haechan jealous, no. Haechan could give a fuck about you.

Jeno sees the precious memories of his former friend that he lost in you. The glint in his iris sparkles, satisfied by your raptured gaze as he wraps up his story.

“That’s why you’re so perfect.” He says proudly, capturing his bottom lip between index finger and thumb, massaging it while a hum rises up his throat. “Had to be you. You’re the answer I’ve been waiting for.”

The answer. What the fuck does that even mean, you squint, blinking it away fast. Jeno beams, pulling you closer to him with his arm snaking around your waist. “I like when you do that, makes me wonder what’s going on in that brain of yours. Something devious I’m sure.”

Carrying your bag, he hooks an arm over your shoulder, drawing you close as you venture to your next class together. “Hey.”

Maneuvering you around to face him, he stops at the classroom door, grabbing the attention of numerous students as he blocks the entrance making an awkward scene for you. “What are yo—“

“I love you.” Jeno announces loud and clear, receiving a round of gasps and an uproar of whispers. He smiles, cheeks lined with wrinkles, eyebrows raised as he waits.

“Wha—…” breaking off, you peer around quickly, sweat pouring down your back out of fear. Anger and an oncoming storm raging through your gut. “What.”

He lets out a chuckle, sighing as he hugs your back to his chest and proceeds to make way to your seats, further boiling the heat building up your chest. “My sweet sweet Teddy.”

“What the hell is wrong with you!” You hiss, throwing your shoulder into his chest to continue to your seat under the eyes of the entirety of your class. Rounds of whispers sing around you, the usual confusion you’ve become accustomed to laced between every shared word.

He sits by your side, arm back around you in no time with a large smile, nodding and peering around the room to affirm that he meant what he just said.

Every cell in your body wants to explode, throw Jeno down onto the ground and crush his face under your foot. The squeeze around your shoulder curls you in further, wishing to be anywhere but here.

“Cold?” He asks, knowing that you aren’t, it’s a mere excuse to wrap himself around you more. His nose nuzzles against your hair, taking a deep inhale with a suffocating possessive hug wrapped tightly you. “Can’t have my Teddy get sick.”

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“Teddy.”

It’s shrill, nausea inducing, the way Jeno’s grown fond of this nickname for you.

The way he smiles and peers at you with some sick adoration as he calls you his teddy bear again.

While you feel trapped and disgusted, everyone else seems confused, peeved, and to be gossiping about the two of you.

Haechan’s girlfriend sports an ugly sneer when you walk by wrapped under one of Jeno’s arms; snapping the pencil in her hand into a broken half as he sets a kiss on your forehead, smirking at the round of gasps your schoolmates let out throughout the hallway.

“They’re all so jealous of you.”

They are jealous of you, watchful eyes speak volumes following your conjoined figures heading toward the parking lot.

Jeno has successfully transferred into nearly all of your classes, he picks you up and drops you off. Blows up your phone with texts and calls the second you’re apart. He doesn’t ask for updates or proof of what you’re doing, he demands it. Threats fall empty now, you don’t have much to say, he does the talking.

You listen.

“Our assignments are due next week.” He mutters, pulling away from the school in an opposite direction from where you live.

Our. Mine. His.

Nothing is yours anymore, Jeno made sure of that.

“I have to be home soon..”

“Oh yeah?” He lets out a breathy laugh, drumming the steering wheel while sat at a red light. “Last I checked you only have to be with me, your parents only call to check in on you once a week. They don’t have to know your location at all times teddy.”

Oh but he has to know. He knows everything about you, every excuse and lie you can concoct shot down by weeks of evidence collected while studying you from afar. Far enough for you to never catch on, too clueless because of your own insecurities to ever fathom that someone like Jeno could be obsessed with you.

“Besides, today is a special day.” He exclaims, driving into a gated community full of large three story houses resembling suburban mansions.

“How could you forget?” Jeno parks, moving to unbuckle your seatbelt. He sighs, pinching your chin to look at him. “It’s our one month.”

He pouts, bottom lip jutted out while blinking dumb and slow.

Sometimes you think that Jeno’s cute, and that makes you hate yourself more than anything. All you can do is avert your gaze, pretend he has no affect on you, keep up an act that he’s emptied you of any possible emotion; because he wants to destroy you. He wants you to feel helpless, wants you to rely on him because you have nothing else.

He’s pushing you inside of the house, digging into your knees from behind with his, built arms tightly wrapped around your waist. Suffocating you, that’s what he does, coating you in his scent, sucking out your energy throughout the duration of each day with the metaphoric needles he prickles you with. Every word that drips from his tongue feels like acid poured onto your flesh, burning through the layers to melt you deep inside until the pain goes numb.

His families house is enormous, spread out and fully furnished. Luxurious like some 5 star hotel, which Jeno hasn’t let you forget is only thanks to Haechan’s father for saving their ass.

‘My dad can’t afford this place anymore. The bank owns our house by now, but he’ll do anything to keep up appearances.’

That’s what he mentioned during lunch one day, ranting about how he can’t stand the way everyone ‘keeps up appearances’ around here; snickering disdainfully toward the table his former best friend sat at.

‘Especially him. Fake asshole.’

Jeno stops you in front of his bedroom door standing by itself in the hallway he’s led you through.

A dark empty hallway, away from all of the other bedrooms. Ominous and cold.

“You know the way, open the door teddy.”

Of course you know, it may as well be your bedroom at this point.

“I have a surprise for you.”

Jeno’s palms cover your eyes when you reach for the door handle, stiffening your spine as his chest knocks against your back to make you step further inside.

Inside of his bedroom it’s dimly lit, a chilled temperature; the air cools down your throat with every breath you take.

“Do you like it?” He’s smiling against the shell of your ear, whispering softly. Revealing with the drop of his hands a giant plushie sat on his bed against the corner; a human size teddy bear.

He knows you don’t like it, even the question sounds like a dare; a dare for you to say that you don’t like it, that you don’t like any of this.

You especially don’t like Jeno, or the way his palms brush down your arms, shifting to your waist to gather your top up. Bunching at your stomach as he begins to remove it from your body.

“There's more, Teddy.”

Of course there’s more.

The tips of his fingers slowly trail between your breasts, throwing your top off with ease because you don’t struggle. You let him take off your clothes whenever he wants.

Most times he doesn’t touch you much, but he counts, he memorizes. He traces over indentations from teeth buried into your skin and faded bruises left behind after fucking you roughly. He makes sure there are no others, only Jeno can mark you, only Jeno can see you like this.

He takes time discarding your bottoms, unbuttoning slowly, pushing the material down your hips even slower. Squatting down to his knees to pepper faint kisses on your hips and thighs as more your flesh comes to light; finishing off with a peck on your forehead when he stands and motions toward the plushie.

“Don’t you want the rest of your gift?”

You nod, just barely, taking a step toward the bed. Met with a hand clasped on your shoulder and a ‘nu-uh-uh Teddy’.

Jeno smirks, pushing on your shoulder. “On your knees.”

On your knees like the pet you’ve become. Crawling with your palms flattened onto the bed. Heating up knowing he’s behind you watching your underwear ride up your ass. It’s less humiliating now, he’s made you do worse.

A small black box sits between the teddy bear's legs, adorned with a glittery red bow.

“Open it.”

Hesitantly you pull apart the lid, pursing your mouth shut at the piece of jewelry inside.

A choker, a solid black thin choker you will no doubt have to wear around your neck everyday now. A choker with a teddy bear charm punctured in place through a small metal ring.

“Ah, I can tell you love it already.” He chuckles, ripping the box from your hold. Shoving your hair away to lean close and lock the clasp around the back of your neck. Grazing the edge of his nose on your jaw and cheek as he does, a silent reminder that you are his, and he will do whatever he pleases with you.

Jeno has a sardonic smirk stretching his lips as he takes you in, fingering the charm dangling just beneath your throat.

“My teddy bear.”

Tips of cold fingers trace your neck, following the pulse passing through your veins, it’s all just to push your buttons. Jeno wants a reaction, he craves your pitiful stares and miserable moans, he needs your pain to feel something.

You won’t give him that satisfaction, not anymore.

He sighs, pushing your shoulder to nudge you in the direction of the large plush. “Don’t think I’m letting you off easily for forgetting our special day either.”

God. How could he possibly care enough about you to count down the days you’ve been ‘together’ or whatever he considers this. “Now, show me how much you love your gift.” He says with a wink, tapping your ass and nudging his chin to the teddy bear laid between his pillows.

This has to be some sick kink of his, and it’s impossible to forget what he made you do in that abandoned classroom a month ago..

“Just like last time.” He hums, moving onto the bed with his knees. “I know you remember.”

It’s not necessarily watching you grind against a toy that ripples blood through his veins faster, filling up his cock until it weighs heavy and hot between his thighs; but the saddened broken image before him, with your gaze lowered in shame as you mount the plush and grit your teeth. It’s the shattered feeble look of defeat that fills his chest with warmth more than anything. “That’s it.”

Reaching to smooth up your spine, he pushes at the backs of your shoulders, shifting closer to sit behind you on his knees. “Wanna see you ride it up close.”

He works to guide your hips down onto the bears stomach, pushing hard until your core meets the soft material and you let out a shameful whimper. Biting down on his lip as he slaps your thigh, squeezing up your butt to your waist with instruction to move.

It’s vile, rolling your hips down at his command, growing short of breath as the friction builds up between your legs and his strong hands manipulate your movements. Tears spring past the corners of your eyes the faster he makes you move up and down, grinding your core along the life-size plushie full of humiliation and fear.

“Your ass looks so fucking good.” He groans deeply behind you, rubbing down your back to cup your buttcheeks in a squeeze. Gripping and kneading, parting you open to watch your rim flutter against your panties with each pathetic hump against the teddy bear. “I know I couldn’t be your first time teddy..”

He leans in, chin resting on your shoulder to halt your movements as he dips in past the cleft of your ass to find your hole. “But I’ll be the first to fuck your ass.”

The gasp you try to keep mute still reaches his ears, softly chuckling against you as he adjusts and slides your underwear to one side. “Consider it your gift to me for forgetting our special day.”

Some special fucking day..

“You’re so wet already, doubt I’ll even have to prep you.” Jeno whispers, nudging the tip of his thumb against your rim. “Looks really tight, what do you think? Should I be nice and stretch you open first?”

“Please..p-please, I’ve never..”

“Shh shh, don’t worry, I believe you.” He chuckles softly, pressing the blunt tip of his length against your entrance. “With how tight that pussy is, I know you’ve never let anyone inside your ass. It’ll be a special memory only for us..”

Is it special? The tingle building in your stomach seems to agree, relaxing against the plushy to arch your butt out more. It has to be a Pavlovian response by now, conditioned to seek this pleasure Jeno provides you. Even if you hate accepting it. It’s not your fault that your body's natural response is to crave his touch, and spread your legs wider for it.

“I’ll be nice.” There’s amusement in the way he says it, like he doesn’t believe himself either. Slapping the mass of his cock down between the dip in your ass, cursing through clenched teeth. “You may not show it, but your cunt never lies.”

The bulbous tip swipes down, pressing against your clit, pushing your knees to slide open an inch more. It’s all taunting and teasing, running the fat cockhead between your chubbed folds, dipping it into your entrance just to watch you squirm and rut back for more. “Greedy pussy, acting like I don’t fuck you enough.”

He mumbles, smacking the underside of his length between your thighs. The wet clap stinging under the weight of his heavy size beating down on your swollen core. “J-Jeno..”

“Something wrong teddy?” He tuts, hips rolling up, gripping your buttcheeks to sandwich around his length. “You sound.. impatient.”

He gulps, trapping his cock under his thumbs to fuck between your buttcheeks faster. Wet tip prodding out, spilling precum down making the glide even easier. Each thrust passing over your pussy hole and rim makes your thighs tremble, burying your face deeper into the teddy bears neck. “Mmmph..”

“I know it hurts you Teddy..” Jeno’s words rasp against the back of your neck. Bending forward to paint your warm flesh with a coat of moisture. Sweat, raw sex and saliva combine, sticking your skin and his mouth together like hot glue. “Why do you have to be so good at taking it though? Huh?”

Breath fans your upper back, the drag of his tongue races across your shoulders to bite down a groan on one. Notable effort to make you squirm and scream becomes more prevalent with each smack of his hips against your ass, grunting deeper the more he exerts. “It’s because you like me, right?” He asks between the sound of a struggled laugh, gasping with another slide of his thick length passing between your thighs. “You’re drenching me sweetheart, making a fucking mess of my sheets. You know what I’m gonna have to do later?”

He’s silent for a few seconds, panting heavily as his tongue trails to lick the column of your throat. The glide of his cock between your thighs is disgustingly loud, squishing and splashing in volumized echoes around his bedroom. “Your lack of response is becoming predictable, you know.”

His lower half snaps, protruding hip bones beat against your backside. A gut crunching sensation curls up your chest, unable to deny the slick gush continuously leaking out of you and coating your ass and thighs the more frantic his motions become. “Can’t wash these sheets again, need to savor it. Remind you of how much you enjoyed it. How you finally gave in and accepted this fate.”

“N-no..”

“What was that?” Jeno asks breathlessly, gripping the base of his girth to position the tip against your rim. “You want more, don’t you?”

He presses in, watching his wet slit disappear past your asshole. “Ahh, no!! S-stop!”

He snickers, angling the tip to stretch your tight ring of muscle. “Relax. It’s going to hurt a lot if you don’t relax.”

“Please..go slow..” you sigh, biting on the plushy when he nudges more.

“Be calm teddy. You want this?” He drags the sharp edges of his well-filed nails down your ass painfully, surely leaving marks behind. “Want my face shoved in your ass, huh? That’s why you’re whining so much.”

Jeno always has a way of speaking to you during these intimate moments. So cold and uncaring. The icy tone breaking your skin out in goosebumps. Even with your mouth sucking around the teddy bears arm, you whimper, the urge to cry spiking as he removes your panties and lands a sharp strike down on your ass.

“Bent over all pretty for me teddy, you arch that butt out like such a good little slut.” His palm smooths down lower, patting your wet folds to make you listen to how wet you are from this alone. “Who knows, after this I might not even bother with your pussy anymore. Have my own brand new unused hole to fuck now.”

He teases, swiping your clit side to side, dragging the tips of your fingers between your cunt to prod at your entrance. “You’re so wet, I love how fucking wet you get.”

A shaky breath leaves your lips as he twists two fingers inside and buries in knuckle deep, pressing his thumb to your asshole. “Such a perfect slut for me, ready to be my anal whore.” Jeno pulls out and lands a slap down on your rim, hard enough for the sound to clap out around his bedroom. Your hips drop from the sudden impact, biting down a scream into the plushy. “Enough of that, I wanna hear you.”

Wrapping around your waist, he manhandles you easily onto the center of his bed. Laid down on your back softly for him to get a good look at you, for you to finally see him. He’s big, broad, looming over you in the dim light illuminating from the corner of his room. The strokes of yellow paint across his chest and muscle, the darkness pronouncing deep indentations of muscle lining his abdomen and arms. Jeno falls forward, catching himself above you with his biceps bracketing your head, smiling as he leans in to kiss the fresh tears lining your cheeks.

“As much as I wanna bend you over and fuck your ass like there’s no tomorrow.. “ he slows to kiss up from your chin to where droplets have pooled under the hollows of your eyes. Sucking up and kissing the wetness there, enjoying it more than you’d be able to comprehend. “Nothings better than watching your face when I fuck every inch of my cock inside..”

The pure joy glaring back at you from his dark glass irises rains more tears down your face, sniffling and shaking as he licks them clean and squishes your lips out. “Relax sweetheart, it’ll feel good for both of us. Promise.”

Thin digits run down from your jawline, tracing past your neck and over the mounds of your breasts. Jeno adjusts your position to haul one of your thighs up, using his shoulder to keep your knee pressed against the bed. He makes a show of bringing his hand up to his mouth, sucking around three fingers, dragging his sloppy wet tongue between each with laser focused eyes locked on yours.

“You’re so good for me teddy, gonna let me use that pretty ass..” the way he holds you open exposes both of your holes, hovering past your swollen wet cunt to press two fingers against the clench of your asshole. “Just one baby..”

He presses the tip of one slicked up digit in, breaching the tight little muscle until you whine desperately. “Feels so warm..” Jeno’s eyes flutter, thick black eyelashes still visible in the low light. He sounds throaty, hungry, exasperated and needy. Quietly muttering to himself about how good your tight hole feels as he begins to pull his finger in and out slowly. “Bet your pussy was even tighter than this when you were still a virgin.”

His voice comes out a lot more harsh, gravelly, guiding another finger in with the next stroke. They scissor through and flutter against your inner walls, tugging lightly at your rim as he dips out to the just the tips. “You’re opening up great for me sweetheart. Do you see how you always listen so good?”

Jeno sits on his knees like a predator catching his prey after a long meticulous hunt. Prodding another tip past your rim alongside the two, the muscles lining his arm rippling, exerting more strength to not push them in all at once. “Tell me teddy, are you desperate enough for me to even let me claim your ass?”

Your throat dries, pursing your lips together to quell the moan that nearly spills out. It’s a new type of full, sneaking peeks at the veins running down his inner forearm leading to the fingers working you open. A wash of shame and heat streaks down your limbs, shivering when Jeno draws his digits free, dangling them above your ass.

“I know you are.” He lands another slap between your thighs, making your extended leg jerk. Fixing his angle to line the tip of his cock with your rim, the large blunt tip presses down, having to tuck your lips in to not scream. “..but I want to hear you say it.”

The head of his cock nudges in, pulling a gasp from your chest. Jeno bends closer to grab your jaw, shake your head around until you look at him. “Tell me to fuck your ass.”

“I’m—“ your voice sounds unrecognizable, squeaking out brokenly, overpowering the one you’re used to. “I—‘wan—“

Bending in closer, the pull up your hamstring burns, further pushing your leg against the bed. He pushes in another inch, the bulbous tip nearly fully entering, skin stretched taut around him. “You can do it, I know you can do it. Tell me sweetheart.”

“F-fuck—“ you pause, the last bits of your mind slipping away to another dimension. “Fuck m-my ass, please—fuck my a-ass.”

A sick pleased smile lifts the corners of his lips, bumping the tip of his nose to yours. Jeno doesn’t fuck the rest of his length in immediately the way you expect, slowly pushing each inch to savor the snap around his shaft.

It’s when his hips bump against the backs of your thighs that you finally take in a deep breath you didn’t know you were holding. Panting out heavily and wide eyed when you can feel the entirety of his cock fully sheathed inside of you.

It’s when Jeno begins to pull out that you bite down to keep in a scream, lifting up on his forearms caged around your head to watch his length draw free. It feels like he’s splitting you in two and he hasn’t even really gotten into it yet. It goes on like that for a minute or two, his head hung, black hair in your face, awestruck by your rim sucking around his dick each time he pulls out to the tip. He gains speed slowly, snapping his hips forward for the first time. Jolting your spine to arch up and finally release a tiny scream you can’t hold in any longer.

“Pussys making such a mess teddy..” Jeno rasps, throwing his head back, pink lips hung open. “Fuck, you’re dripping down to my balls. Love getting fucked up the ass.”

Every thought racing through your mind dissolves, blank and empty as you crane your neck to the side to get a look at what he’s going on about. Embarrassment flushes down your face, unconsciously clamping down on his length plunging in faster. The powerful snap of his hips rocking you deep into his bed, surrounded by Jeno Jeno Jeno. His smell, his touch, his mouth and his meaty girth stretching you open. It’s become something you expect, something you’d feel weird without now, Jeno.

It burns when he buries in deep, grabbing onto the back of your knee for better control. The stretch feels more and more overwhelming with each pass of his cock manipulating your tight ring of muscle further. Digging his knees steadily into the bed, he picks up the pace and kicks his hips forward to fuck in to the hilt.

“Love fucking your ass. Love fucking you.” Jeno’s eyes clench shut, blinking quickly to open them and shove his forehead against yours. “Love you.”

God it makes your stomach churn, half pulled into a pleasure that feels too good to be true; sickened by how good it feels to be impaled by his fat cock. Half suffocated by the rushing swarm of emotions lassoing your brain, tightening until you feel ready to burst. And Jeno again with the fucking L word, dropping it like nothing, making sure you feel each syllable through his girth splitting you open.

The push and pull against your clenching rim feels painful, feels good, makes your head spin. He eats it up, licking across your lips, trapping the bottom between his teeth to suck on. Nose dragging down your cheek, lapping the tears, sweat and spit painting your face. It should feel disgusting, you should feel repulsed, but this behaviors become so standard now. Jeno’s like a puppy sometimes, burying his face in your neck, searching for a place to lay new kisses.

Even during these times when he’s on top of you, pushing his cock in deep enough to bruise your cervix, your fingers itch to touch him. He usually does it for you, grabs your wrists and forces your hands to drag down his face, kissing the inside of your palms and wrists.

He seems more intent on kissing you right now, letting ragged breaths fans across your lips between light pecks. “Can you cum like this?” He asks, murmuring against your mouth.

“I—I d-don’t know..” you really don’t. It’s your first time and the pleasures surging all over in different directions, racing between pain and confusion back to arousal and need.

“You can.” Jeno whispers, lowering his face to your neck, gaze focused on your connected lower halves. “You’re so wet.”

Fingers trail down your stomach, softly skimming over your clit before easing between your folds. He sinks two inside, thumb rubbing your clit in a simultaneous motion, filling you from both ends. “Ugh! Yeah just like that sweetheart..”

Jeno snaps forward, trying to match the rhythm of his hips to his fingers. He bites down on your jugular, panting heavily against your throat. The burn of the stretch crashes against waves of pleasure, twitching up with each rough rub at your clit.

“I’m—I’m c-cumm—“ the sob you break off into has him moving faster akin to a feral animal. The weight of his bulky frame lands down on you hard enough to make his bed shake, headboard slam against the wall. Each brush of his thumb at your clit feels more sensitive than the last, sending you over the edge, mind blank beyond the grip your ass has around his cock. “Ahh!”

The wetness spilling out past his fingers slides all the way down to your lower back, further solidifying your humiliation. Because he’s right, you are wet just from this, loving your ass stuffed full. Drowning in the sensation of his length ramming in and out.

“Squeeze that fuckhole around me so good teddy, cum cum—“ Jeno chants manically, throwing his hips down rough and fast. Pressing down your clit harshly between viscous flicks, rolling the stiff nub until your toes curl.

You spill over quickly, writhing under his weight as the pressure of wetness pushes his fingers out of your cunt. The orgasm rolls through you like no other, rolling your eyes to the back of your skull. Thinking you’ve passed off into the afterlife if not for the way he draws back and pounds into your ass.

“You like it?!” Jeno’s expression morphs into one of anger, black eyebrows furrowed together. He grabs your face again, chasing after his release still slamming his cock in deep. “You like getting fucked up the ass?”

The questions pointed, furious. The face of frustration and anger only there to mask how close he is to falling apart, reaching a new high as he charges to the peak.

“L-love it, yes..” you barely whisper, tear filled eyes blinking the moisture away to watch his features contort and crumble. His pace turns erratic, breath quickening fast enough for his chest to beat up and down. Letting out a deep growl, Jeno comes to a still, mouth hung open letting a chopped up groan roll off his tongue. His cock thrums wildly against your inner walls, flooding your ass with warm white cum you’ve had poured inside of your cunt for weeks.

The little sounds dripping from his lips sounds anguished, whimpering when he thrusts in one more time to ensure his cums evenly painted your insides. “Love you so much..”

His eyes fall shut, nose dug into your cheek catching his breath. The tips of your fingers tingle again, itching and burning to comb through his soft dark locks, to smooth the sweaty strands off his forehead. It feels like the right thing to do.. maybe with anyone else.

But you want it to feel right with Jeno..

He grumbles, littering kisses down your cheek to the corner of your mouth. “Gonna pull out, okay?”

You don’t respond, not even a nod, only hissing through your teeth as you gape and the now cooled down semen trickles out of your ass disgustingly, really cementing what you’ve just done. What you’ve let him do to you again.

Jeno hums softly, laying by your side without a worry, seeming pleased and full of life judging by the small smile on his face. “Happy anniversary teddy.” He reaches for your hand, scrabbling to entwine your fingers when you try to pull away.

“What’re you thinking about?” He murmurs, shifting closer to your side as you curl into yourself to get further away. “I don’t even have to ask. I’m sure I can throw out a wild guess..”

He lets out a long sigh, huffing a quiet laugh. “You’re not as good at masking your emotions as you may think.. You have to erase those old memories you have of Haechan. He’s not a good guy.” Jeno remarks, nudging his elbow against your side. “He’s a bad person.”

“You are no better..” You accuse, a bit surprised, whispering with your mouth pressed against his bed. The last person you’re thinking about right now is Haechan(..maybe). Jeno’s smile only grows wider, tickled to hear you talking back finally.

“There’s a difference between me and him.” He says surely, slinging an arm around your waist, hooking his chin over your shoulder as he presses in close to whisper. “He changed to please everyone. I just don’t care anymore.”

“You’re both terrible people..”

Jeno sighs, smile still evident in his tone, leaning closer kissing your ear. “I love you.”

“Stop saying that.” You mutter, digging your elbow back to push space between you.

“Why would I do that?” Smoothing your arm down, he kisses the end of your jaw, licking your earlobe. “I love you, I know you won’t say it back, but that won’t stop me from letting you know that I love you.” He cozies up against you, yawning. “Get some rest, we have that test to pass tomorrow.”

･ ⋆ ･ ⠄⠂⋆ ･ ⠄⠂⋆ ･ ⠄⠂⋆ ･ ⠄⠂⋆ ･ ⠄⠂⋆ ･ ⋆ ･ ⠄⠂⋆ ･･ ⋆ ･

Jeno has that look on his face again, the one that shifts from raunchy to feral hunger, the one that has him reaching to grab you in less than a second.

“I’m still sore..”

“I barely even touched your pussy.” He says cocking an eyebrow, phone dinging in his pocket over and over again. “Was I too mean teddy?” His palm swipes down the curve of your ass, cupping your buttcheek.

Ding. Ding. Ding.

He groans, smacking your butt lightly before reaching to free his phone.

“Shit, my dad’s blowing up my phone.” He huffs annoyed, swiping through paragraphs of text messages. Most yelling at him in all caps lock for not answering his phone. “He needs me to pick up some files from his home office, says it’s urgent. Something about an accident..”

Frustrated, he hoists his bag and adjusts yours on his other arm, nodding toward the end of the hall. “Come on.”

“Jeno, the test—I can’t!”

He sets you with a look that nearly makes you crumble, ready to succumb and follow his orders. “Please, you know my grades..”

Dragging the tip of his tongue between his teeth, he sighs deep and loud, pinching the skin between his eyebrows together. “Fine.”

What?

He looks irritated, upper lip twitching stretched over his teeth trying to control his anger. “But I’ll try to come back later to pick you up. If you take longer than a minute to reply to me, I swear to fucking God—“

“I won’t!” You almost add a ‘thank you’, biting down on your tongue to stop yourself. “I’ll keep my phone within view shot in case of anything..”

Jeno rubs at his temples, shoulders visibly trembling. “Fuck. Whatever. Fine.”

He stops to take in your elated expression, cupping your cheeks, thumbs caressing your soft skin. “Don’t forget, I love you.”

You won’t say it back, he knows you won’t, but he waits for a minute, a flicker of hope passing behind his gaze. “Good luck on your test, I know you don’t need it teddy.”

He leans in and kisses you, full control on his end. Making a real show of it by shoving his tongue down your throat right in the middle of the hallway where everyone watches and whispers nasty remarks. He wants them to see, he wants certain people to see especially. Public display of affection had never been something you enjoyed, or even experienced before Jeno, but he made it something you had to learn to endure.

“Be good.” He says quietly, warningly, slipping your bag from his shoulder. “I’ll see you soon.”

You nearly risk being late to class just to watch him leave, having to run to make it on time. The first time you’ve been alone in days, weeks even. Sitting down at your desk with a sense of relief, a crippling weight lifted off your spine. This test would be a breeze without him there to breath down your neck.

It is really crazy how you turn to the empty seat next to you numerous times though, fully expecting to see him there waiting for the next answer. Finishing off your exam without handing it over to Jeno to ensure he copied all of your answers felt odd, peering at your phone over and over again expecting notifications only to have none.

So. This is life without him. Normal? Not anxiety inducing? Nothing to fear or worry about..

You should know better though, exiting your class blindsided by Haechan leaping in front of you, hooking his arm around yours. “You. In here. NOW.”

“Haechan?! What the hell!” You cough, waving at dust that lifts from the janitor closet floor. Cleaning supplies and clutter surround you, setting in how claustrophobic you feel when he slams the door shut and locks it.

“We need to talk. Right now.”

“About what?!” Pushing him off, you stumble back and glare. Watching his face fall at the sight of your anger.

“About this.” He says, reaching for the charm adorning your neck, flicking the teddy bear. “What’s this bullshit all about? What are you dating Jeno now?? What the fuck is wrong with the two of you.”

“The two of us?! There’s nothing wrong with me?! It’s your fault any of this is even happening to me!” You screech, slapping his hand away.

“My fault?! You low lives are threatening to ruin my future and it’s somehow MY fault??” Haechan bellows, grabbing your upper arms.

“Low lives?”

He scoffs, shaking you with his firm hold. “Don’t change the subject! What the fuck if your problem, huh? Are you making him do this? You two need money that badly?”

Haechan could have just asked about your relationship with Jeno if he really cared. He would have noticed how different you’ve been looking and acting if he really ever cared about you.

“Everything’s about money to you..” you mutter, gaze hanging low.

“To me?! I’m the one being threatened here!” He says in disbelief, burning holes into your face with a crazed look. “I don’t need any money from you or him.”

No. You don’t need anything, do you? Everything’s about you. You you you you…

Jeno was right all along.

“You seriously think I want your fucking money Haechan?!?” You shout, breaking out of his hold to shove him back. “What about me, asshole?!? Do you even give a shit about me! No, you don’t! Because I embarrass you that much, huh?”

“What are you even going on about.” Rolling his eyes, he grabs your wrists before you can pummel him with your fists, teeth gritted. “Of course I give a shit about you, why do you think I’m here?! He’s always hovering around you! It’s impossible to get near you anymore.”

“You’re only here because you think I’m weak.”

“Weak?” Haechan repeats, tossing your arms down. “He’s really brainwashed you, yeah? Made you believe I’m the bad guy here? I’m not the one money hungry enough to destroy years of friendship over some petty jealousy!”

“He hasn’t brainwashed me.” You snap back, nearly adding a lie to make yourself feel better. He doesn’t talk about Haechan that much, and he’s not that jealous..

“Oh yeah? Than what the fuck is this?” His fingers aim for your choker again, sliding the tips under to press along your pulse. “Wearing a collar like a good little bitch?”

“It’s a gift.”

Haechan’s mouth parts in surprise, cocking an eyebrow. “You really like that psychopath, I can’t believe this.”

“Fuck you.” You bite back, wrapping around his wrists. “You have no right to assume anything about me.”

“And me? What about me, huh?” He says soft and low, leaning in closer. “I thought you liked me.”

“You did?” You ask, a bit surprised. You hadn’t made it that obvious, right?

“So, you don’t?” Haechan’s gaze flickers to yours, peering between each of your eyes confused. “Ever since we were kids I thought..”

“Do you like me? Did you ever?”

“Always, I always have.” He says surely, tugging out of your grip. “Not that it matters.”

“W-Why?” You stutter, feeling heat rush to your face. “Because y-you won’t do anything about it? Because I’m nothing but a low life, right?!”

Haechan steps closer, locking you in place against him with his arms tightening around your waist. “You’re not, okay? I’m just mad about Jeno..”

You hate getting angry, because you hate to show how weak you really are, cursing at the first batch of tears that pour from your eyes. You punch at his chest, letting out a tired sob. Tired because of this, everything, tired of holding onto something you never had. “It’s all your fault. He wouldn’t even care about me if it wasn’t for you.”

“What’s my fault?! That your boyfriend’s a certified nut job??”

“This isn’t about him! He’s not my boyfriend!”

“Oh yeah?” Haechan squeezes you in, inching his face closer to yours. “So, you won’t care if I do this.”

The same lips you dreamt about for years come closer, a breath away from finding yours. He pauses to watch your reaction, eyelashes fluttering up and down expecting you to do something to get away. Because Jeno’s girlfriend wouldn’t let another guy kiss her, especially not his new enemy.

It’s nothing like your dreams when he finally goes for it, he’s not soft and nice, he doesn’t move against your mouth like he belongs there. The kiss is rough, fast, sloppy, needy and aggressive. He sees his chance and takes it, sliding his tongue in past your lips as you gasp, lowering his hands to your ass with a fierce squeeze. His dreams had been to strip your innocence, watch your fall apart and scream while he fucked you deep. Nothing like the fairytale stories you’d imagined. Each pass of his tongue against yours indicates his desire, forcing your arms out of his hold to reach for his hair, fisting it and pulling as hard as you can.

“Ahhh! Ahh! Stop!” He whines, lips already swollen.

“What the fuck do you think you’re doing?” You sneer, coiling tendrils between your digits, pulling until his neck arches back and a high-pitched squeak breaks free from his mouth.

“I knew it.” He grits, eyes thinning into a glare. “You’re fucking him, aren’t you?”

“Is that what this is about?! You just need to have everything Jeno has?!”

“You are the one falling for that freak.” Haechan spits, slapping your ass. “Everyone knows Jeno fucks like a fucking crazed beast, you’re not as innocent as I thought.”

“I’m not fucking him.” Technicalities..

“Yeah? And why should I believe you?” He plays with the hem of your skirt, tickling at the skin there. “You say that you like me and yet here you are holding back. I think you’re a liar, trying to protect your crazy boyfriend..”

“He’s not my boyfriend.”

“Yeah?” Haechan steps back, leaning against a shelf full of cleaning products. Reaching below his waist to unbuckle his belt. A bulge sits beneath his zipper, slowly lowering it with his eyes on yours. “Get on your knees.”

“What!?”

He snickers, shoving his boxers and jeans down under his balls. “I said get on your knees.”

He has the audacity to wear a cocky grin, tilting his head back onto the shelf as he begins to gently stroke his cock to full mass. You have to look, have to lick your lips at the sight of his length beginning to chub up in his hold. It’s not enough to subside your anger, marching forward to slam his shoulders back against the shelf. “Who do you think you are?!”

“A guy you like.” He says, voice low, staring at your lips. “A guy who likes you.”

This certainly isn’t normal by any means, you know that, but that doesn’t stop the extra skip in your heartbeat. Doesn’t stop your eyes from trailing down Haechan’s face to where he sucks on his bottom lip, letting it go and bounce shiny with spit. “Now.” Reaching for your mouth, he slides a thumb across your lower lip, pushing down on the fatty center. “Get. On. Your. Knees.”

There’s a cruel edge to his tone, watching you crumble and slip down onto the floor, eye-level to his length. “Don’t act surprised. This is what you want.”

You don’t know what to say, watching your knees settle on the ground before looking up. He strokes at his size lazily, the tip right between your eyes. Nowhere near as big as Jeno, that’s for sure..

“You’ve always had such a pretty mouth, always used it to talk so much shit.” He smirks confidently, bringing the tip closer to your pouty lips. “What are you waiting for?”

Haechan even smells rich from down here, clean, trimmed pubes, a slight musk wafting off his sack. Jeno’s a little different, he’s always hairless, always smells clean in a soft and inviting way. You think he keeps himself extra tidy to entice you more, but maybe that’s just him. Maybe this is just Haechan..

“D-do you have protection?”

“Huh??” He says, surprised, shrugging and reaching for his wallet. “Yeah, whatever.”

He sounds a little ticked off, flicking the condom at your pressed together thighs. Not putting up an argument either way. It’s been awhile since you’ve had to use one of these, and as you unwrap the package you start to wonder why..

Clearing your throat, you nervously reach to grip around the middle of his length. It’s not as heavy in your hold, not as thick, a lot smoother with less prominent veins. The condom rolls down fine, aided by a layer of lube that will surely taste disgusting sliding down your tongue. He’s hissing above you, eyebrows scrunched together focused on your hands and robotic expression, wondering if you’re lying about everything..

“Come on.” Haechan says desperately, reaching to thumb your lip again, a lot messier and more eager. “You want my cock, don’t you?”

Leaning in, you test the feel of it, sliding the tip across your upper lip. Slowly craning your neck up to watch his face fall apart. “Say it. Wanna hear you say it.”

He grips your hair, fingers tingling through your scalp, forcing your neck back further. Plump lips hang open above you, breathily moaning, stuck on his cock dragging your lower lip open. “Say you want my cock like the pathetic fucking slut you are.”

That flicks your eyes open fully, rising from your knees quickly with a tight grasp around his size. “What did you just say to me?!”

Haechan’s jaw hangs limp in shock, letting out a shattered moan when you pull at his length roughly. “Turn the fuck around.”

He listens without even trying to resist, grabbing onto one of the shelfs with your fist still circled around him. “S-sorry.. I thought..”

“Shut the fuck up Haechan.” Grabbing his wrists, you loop them both back and trap them in place against his lower back. Reaching lower with your free hand to smooth over his ass.

“Now, repeat that? What did you just say to me?”

He shakes, turning his face to the side to watch you from the corner of his eye. “Nothing nothing! I take it back!”

“Are you sorry?” You whisper, nipping at his jaw. Fingers skimming between the crevice between his ass.

The vibrations soaring off his body intensify, trembling harder, breathing through his nose gruffly. “I’m sorry! I’m sorry!” He chants, breaking off into a whimper.

He doesn’t know what you wish he was sorry for. Delivering a slap to his ass and watching it bounce back against the collision, you hum lowly.

“Come here.” He’s easy to whip around, shivering from head to toe excitedly. Ankles weak to walk on as if he could cum already, making it easy to push him down onto the floor.

“Fuck, you’re crazy..” he whimpers, laying back and kicking his legs to get his pants off. He looks more pathetic than the first time you ever met him, sobbing under you, crying for you to let him go.

“It’s your fault.” You mutter, pushing your skirt and underwear off to mount his hips without restraint. “Wish I’d never met you.” You hiss, reaching for his chin to dig your fingers into his cheeks. He blinks up at your blearily, the bright light above you staining his face in a white translucent shade, eyes lost and glossy. He’s pretty, so so so pretty, makes your chest burn and ache. He’s always been pretty, eyelashes fanning across his cheeks slowly with each blink, plump lips shoved out for you to capture.

“You’re so sexy.” He mutters, struggling under your rough grip. “If I’d known—“

“If you had known what?” You sneer, slapping his cheek hard enough for his head to snap to the side, eyes bewildered and surprised.

“Fuck you’re..” he spits, bending forward at his neck to watch your core sit down on his length. “Ahh.. shit I’m still!—” He splutters, head dropping back, hips rutting up as you start to slide against his cock.

It’s easy to take control and feel powerful on top of him like this, shifting back to grab his knees and push them up. “Stay still.” You demand, using force to push the pits of his knees down and hold yourself up. Haechan whimpers from the change in position, feeling small and confined under your figure sitting above him.

“Fuck I’m—not gonna last long. You’re too much.” He’s such a whiny sniveling mess, drooling down his chin, cock twitching against your cunt.

“You like that?” Hoisting yourself up against his legs, you lift enough to line the tip of his cock up to your entrance, hips trembling as you begin to lower and breach your hole.

“Ahhh! Fuck!” Haechan screams pretty, high-pitched, unashamed. His head tosses back fully exposing his Adam’s apple, dainty collarbones. He’s nothing now, nothing but a groveling whore begging to be fucked.

“Say it.” You say full of threat, struggling to keep yourself held up, clawing your nails into the sides of his knees. “Beg me to fuck you.”

The softest cracked moan spills from his red juicy mouth, face dropped to the side looking at you with half-lidded drunk eyes. “Please please, please fuck me.”

He’s nothing, and he could easily be yours.

It’s so easy to mount him, to bury the rest of his length inside of you. It’s less of a struggle to take him than you’re used to, filling you to the brim with a wet splash against his pelvis where you land. He whines and moans through it, making you work to ride his cock faster.

Haechan looks brainless, gorgeous, stupid as fuck with his tongue hung out lavving at the drool pouring from the corners of his lips. Sweaty hands push yours off his knees, holding himself open wider to free your hands. The burn running up your thighs calms as you grab onto his chest and ball his shirt between your fists, short of breath the faster you work to fall into a rhythm.

“Faster, come on, fuck me faster!” He grunts under you, voice loud and ragged over the thunderous clap of your ass crashing down on him.

“Shut the fuck up whore.” You bite, reaching to wrap around his neck for better leverage. Pretty brown eyes go wide, gasping for breath as you tighten around his throat until his head shakes and he sounds empty of air. His cock thrums wildly, urging you to slam down harder, rock your hips faster. The veins along his forehead expand the more he struggles to breathe, mouth hung wide open like nothing but a dumb slut. “Only sluts get off f-from being choked.”

He nods weakly, coughing and groaning, sweaty fingers slipping on and off his legs. “Yes yes, ahhh g-gonna cum.”

“If you cum before me I’ll bite your dick off.” You spit out angrily, freeing his neck to clasp his chin and bury your fingers inside of his slutty mouth. “You useless slut.”

Haechan’s eyes roll back, tongue lapping between your digits, balls colliding with your ass with each heavy thrust. “Ah—ahh!” He gurgles and spits, making a mess around your fingers. “Pl-please!”

The hold on his knees slips free, arms flopping down to his sides, legs landing on the ground hard with rapid tremors shooting through. “Shit!” You grunt, stilling as his length pulses and warmth fills the condom, sliding off before any of it can pour out inside of you. “What did I fucking say?!”

Anger and arousal combined feel similar to a slasher film. Murderous and frightening, craving death around the corner as the music changes to warn you as the next kill approaches. Haechan lays under you out of breath, face covered in sweat and saliva, cock pathetically twitching against his stomach. “Selfish.”

Snapping the condom band into place, you settle back down on his length, making him shout out and shake his head. “No no! That hurts!”

“I said shut the fuck up.” Bending in, you reach for his hair, fisting handfuls to pull on and control the speed of your hips. So useless, so stupid and useless, you deserve better than this. Better than someone who can’t even control his own needs to make sure you both finish and reach pleasure.

Tears brim his eyes as you rock down and roll your cunt against his half-hard soaked cock. The friction of creamy wet rubber rutting against his length more painful than enjoyable at this point, springing droplets down his cheeks.

“You’re so weak.” He nods, has the nerve to agree with you. Biting down on his plush bottom lip to compress a sob, glossy eyes blinking tears out faster.

The broken sight of him sends shivers up your spine, jabbing the tip of his cock against your clit in rapid motion until your hole convulses and draws out a much deserved orgasm.

“Holy shit..” he wheezes out breathlessly, the back of his head hitting the floor painfully as you abruptly release him and move to the side.

Satisfaction courses through your veins, along with something else weighing heavy on your mind..

That was.. interesting. Is that the word you’re looking for? Interesting.

Patting the floor for your skirt, you immediately grab your phone. Jeno hasn’t texted yet. Even more interesting, something really must be wrong with his dad.. you should send him a message first. He might need you right now. Why the hell do you care about what he needs..

“Hey, let’s keep this between us.” Haechan disrupts your inner monologue, patting your shoulder. “Don’t need Jeno seriously spreading those photos around and whatever else he’s blackmailing me with.”

“Does your dad know about your drug use?” You ask, sliding your arm away from his touch.

He frowns, nose wrinkling annoyed. “Why the fuck would he know about that?!”

Because you’re a spoiled brat. Surprised that daddy even cares about his privileged son ruining his future, blowing his father’s hard earned money on more white shit to snort up his nose.

You shrug, buttoning up your shirt. “I guess you have a lot of secrets.”

Like me.

You are one of Haechan’s secrets if you think about it.. his secrets stemming from shame it seems. Because he’s ashamed of you, of the part of his life you remind him of.

“Whatever.” He scoffs, standing uncomfortably, nervously scratching his head.

“Don’t worry.” You reassure, picking up your belongings and grabbing the door handle. “There’s nothing your secrets can provide for me. See you later?”

His frown deepens, chewing on his bottom lip and shrugging. “Whatever.”

“Goodbye Haechan.”

You leave first, emotions unsettled and scattered as you walk down the hall to your locker. It’s nearing the end of the day, thankful that Haechan only made you miss gym class. Jeno always takes longer to fuck you, he likes to make sure you always get off, sometimes he doesn’t even finish..

Jeno. Shit.

‘Waiting for you by the north gate entrance.’

Shit shit shit. What the fuck. Jeno said he wasn’t sure if he’d be able to pick you up today, or that he’d try to, whatever. Not even a heads up?! Nothing to warn you??

Fuck, what if you smell like Haechan?! Knowing Jeno he’d be able to tell. There’s no way you can come up with something quick enough to get him off your ass, another text alerts you demanding for you to hurry up.

‘If you’re not out here in the next 50 seconds I’m coming inside.’

Fuck. You really fucked up this time, fear picks up your pace to jog through the hallway corridor faster, dodging your classmates bodies left and right until you near the exit short of breath and look out to see your… Jeno, stepping out from the driver’s seat.

“There you are.” He smiles, a big smile, the type that reaches his eyes. The one that’s for show, for others to coo and aww at. The one that garners close-to-ear whispers behind hands and eyes bouncing back and forth from you to Jeno.

‘Why her?’

Everyone asks, everyone wants to know. You never asked before, until one day the voices broke you down and found yourself constantly asking- ‘why me?’

You’d never ask Jeno, you never ask him anything.. but right now, as you nervously force your lips into a measly smile, the cramp forming in your stomach nearly makes you trip down the grass hill leading to where his cars parked awaiting you with the passenger door open.

“That’s funny.” Jeno says under his breath, leaning in to wrap around your waist. “You never smile at me.” He whispers near your ear, taking a step back to look over your face. “What’s up?”

The way his head tilts scrutinizing your face makes your chest cave, lips pressed together tightly as his eyelashes lower over his iris the more he lowers toward your neck; the collar of your shirt saves you of any fear that Haechan left behind any incriminating evidence of what took place less than an hour ago.

“Hmm..” Jeno reaches forward before you have a chance to react, tugging you closer by the fanned edges of your collared shirt. “Now why is your top button undone..”

He can see the way your throat jumps, hollowing out between your collarbones with each dry nervous swallow. “And your necklace.”

Your choker, he means. Fuck your choker. The lucid memory of Haechan angrily pulling on the teddy charm adorning the strap squeezing your neck makes your teeth grit, hidden behind your quivering lips.

“Strange.” Jeno’s eyebrows gather together, the gleam in his eyes darkening despite afternoon sun illuminating down on him, highlighting every defined flawless attractive feature. “You’ve never disobeyed me this much before.”

“Wha—“

“You know you’re supposed to always have this uncovered. Why did I dip into my savings and risk getting chewed out by my dad? For you to try to make me a secret?” Jeno finishes buttoning your shirt back up, digits reaching beneath the leather to adjust the charm’s position while adding more pressure, losing the tiny centimeter of space between your neck and the material. “Did something happen while I was gone?”

“No!” Your reactions too fast, fast enough to fully widen his eyes, mouth tensed as he meets your gaze. “I—I had to.. to participate..”

“In what?”

“Physical Ed.. you know I always sit out with you.” Jeno watched your choice of physical activity: yoga, for less than a week before deciding this form of education benefited you in no way. Something about those ridiculous yoga pants you wear for class only seemed to distract a group of guys in the weight lifting class across the gym. He concocted doctor's slips for the both of you to sit out and study instead. “Coach didn’t let me today.. she said there's no way my period cramps last all month. I must have forgotten to fix my necklace after getting dressed, I’m sorry..”

Jeno nods, smoothing his thumb over your warm cheek, hot from anxiety rising the longer you stand there and risk the chance of running into Haechan on his way home. “That bitch. I’ll deal with her tomorrow.”

He pauses again, a contemplative look taking over as he reaches for your hair and smooths down fly aways. “No wonder you look sweaty. Must have been working hard, using all of your body and stamina.” Jeno’s tone lowers to a whisper, gently pressing under your lash line. “Even smeared your mascara..”

“I really should take a shower.” You say, managing to speak quickly without stutter. “Didn’t have a chance to after gym class and the air conditioning must have been broken or something in the homeroom.”

“That’s fine.” Leaning in, his nose presses to your jugular taking a deep inhale. “I like it, smell like you just got fucked.” Reaching for your lower back, Jeno moves you forward toward the passenger seat, the facade of a nice boyfriend(or whatever he is) vanishes with the turn of his head.

You learned quickly to let him do what he wants after receiving nothing but hard stares to shut you down. Jeno wants things done his way, even buckling your seatbelt is his responsibility.

The engine vibrates as you wait for him to settle into his seat and back out of the parking lot, just barely missing Haechan’s exit by a few seconds.

It’s silent on the way to his home, tense and thick. Maybe it’s guilt, your guilt, guilt you can’t understand carrying to begin with. Why should you feel guilty? Does Jeno deserve that? Is it really because Haechan didn’t feel like Jeno? Because he didn’t make you relinquish control, didn’t make you feel special? Is that what Jeno does? He makes you feel like nothing else matters more than you?

Biting your nails raw, down to the rough neglected skin beneath until the tips of your fingers ache, you’re unsure if it's the silence that bothers you more or your spiraling thoughts screaming louder and louder. “Was everything okay? With your dad?”

Jeno comes to a stop at a red light, tapping the steering wheel, lips parting open into a half smile. “I didn’t think you’d ask me.”

He doesn’t turn to look at you, only glances from the corner of his eye, sleek and cold. “You never ask me anything.”

A dry breathy laugh passes through his nose, stepping on the gas again as you near the neighborhood you’ve become more familiar with than your own by now. “Did you miss me that much today, teddy?” He’s grinning, stoically, and if you blink too long you’d miss the way his head shakes in disbelief.

Shutting off his car, he turns and reaches for your chin to lift your face up. It’s your best effort to appear as nothing, not display an ounce of guilt or shame, but not smile or stare back too long— because that would be out of character. “Is there something you need to tell me?”

The gleam passing his gaze is damn near unnerving, adjusting your face side to side as if he’s inspecting for damage. “Did something happen while I was gone?”

The most you give him is a barely noticeable shake of your head, gaze lowered to your lap, nothing too out of the ordinary..

Jeno leans over the space between you, turning your gaze back to him, digits spread out along your jaw for more control. “I think..”

He presses closer, forehead connecting to yours leaving just an inch of space between your nose and lips. Lips that left behind their moisture and shine on another man, a mouth that you fear may still carry remnants of his taste. “My teddy..”

Jeno’s lips graze yours enough to hitch your breath, shutting the seam of your mouth shut. That doesn’t stop him from cupping your face, overtaking power and pushing your lips forward with the pressure of his palms squeezing you in. “You are starting to like me more than you realize.”

He kisses the swell of your pout, biting his lower lip for a second to admire how swollen and worn your mouth looks; as if someone has sucked on the fleshy fat roughly. Someone reckless who could give a shit about you. “Or at least more than you’re ready to admit.”

Jeno lets go, leaving you gasping for breath as he sits back and studies your reaction. “Kiss me.”

It’s not a question, it’s not even a demand, he’s too relaxed. It’s expectant, because you’ll listen to him, if you know what’s good for you; and you do.

There’s no way to crawl between the front seats without it being awkward, having to reach for Jeno’s thigh to keep yourself sturdy. He huffs to mask a laugh, turning away when you direct your pout toward his lips. “Kiss me the way you really want to.”

He knows you don’t want to, but he doesn’t know why; and maybe that’s where your guilt stems from because you can still taste Haechan between your teeth; and the pink flush spread across his mouth stirs a need up from your stomach to your chest.

“Go on.” Jeno’s head rests against his seat, eyebrows raised waiting. You manage to slip onto his lap after banging your knee into the cup holder, gripping onto his shoulders to align your weight onto his crotch. The same way he likes to hold you in the evening while playing games with your head laid on his chest.

Jeno kisses you everyday, he kisses you. You could trace the shape of his lips with your eyes shut at this point, subconsciously you even notice whenever he reapplies chapstick from the light menthol scent and taste alone.

There’s something you’ve noticed over time as you lean in and breathe out nervously across his impatient mouth. Jeno never looks away first, he watches for your response to everything, silently analyzing the tiniest smallest movements. He has to, because you give him nothing, and he does it well. Even now with your eyes falling shut too nervous to look at him up close, he stays tuned in to your bottom lip trembling, the little twitch between your eyebrows and how much your hands shake while gliding up to his neck.

This shouldn’t feel like your first kiss with him, not after everything, but it does. You are the one in control for once and you’re the one applying pressure. Taking time to feel out just how soft his lips actually are when they aren’t roughly prying your mouth open to shove his tongue inside. The tightness beneath your palms even seems to relax the more you move between top and bottom lip, gently sucking and pulling them between yours.

Jeno doesn’t move, he even lets his hands rest by his thighs despite itching to gather your waist and grind you down against him. He wants to see how far you’ll go on your own, especially after today; because maybe you needed this time apart, albeit only a few hours, but maybe you needed to be alone to understand just how much you need him.

“I’m not a good kisser..” you finish with a light as a feather peck at the corner of his mouth, dropping your face embarrassed. “It’s better when you do it.”

Oh? He perks up at that, giving into his desire with hands encompassing your waist. “You are good, you just..”

He rubs up and down your sides, letting out a long sigh while looking you over. “You don’t like me, right?” Jeno bites down a smile, nodding to himself. He knows you’d pour your soul into a kiss with Haechan, you probably dream of some ridiculously romantic rekindling of your relationship with some ridiculous scenario: fixing all the damage with one kiss..

“That’s not it—“

“You don’t.” He nods again, an accepting nod.

And it’s okay, because you still have hope, somehow you still have so much hope that Haechan will save you from this. That your stupid childhood first love still carries you deep within his heart the way you always have, because you have so much good left inside of you in spite of every obstacle put in your way. Jeno likes that, that’s why he befriended Haechan in the first place, because good people are rare to come by.

But Haechan is not a good person anymore, and soon enough your spark will die out too.

“It’s not that Jeno..”

“Let’s get inside, I ordered takeout, should be here soon.” He says with an ordering pat pat pat against your hip, unlocking his door for you to exit first. “You hardly touched your lunch today.”

“Is it okay if I take a shower first?” Having to ask makes your stomach churn, mumbling behind the tips of your fingers finding their way back between your teeth to bite down on your nails.

“Stop doing that.” Jeno gently pries your wrists away, opening the door to his bedroom. “You never shower until after we fuck.”

“Like I said.. the air conditioning..”

Jeno eyes you skeptically, huffing and grinning. “You think I’ll care if you smell a little?” He’s back on you, encasing your waist as he bends in to drag his nose along your throat. “I think you smell sweet.”

“It’s not that.. I just feel gross.”

And you do, you feel extremely gross. More disgusted with yourself than you’ve ever felt after allowing Jeno to defile you. The more you try to push away what you’ve just done, the more unsettled you feel by all of it.

“You wanna change?” He places a light kiss upon your cheekbone, moving away to sit at his computer chair. “Grab whatever you want to wear. Don’t take too long though or your food will get cold.”

Part of you wants to stand there and argue, claim that you aren’t hungry despite the rumble your stomach gives at the mention of warm food; but a hot shower to wash away the remnants of Haechan’s spit and other fluids depletes any will to bother Jeno any longer.

“Are you sure?” You ask, skimming over the drawers lined up against the other side of his bedroom.

Jeno hums, already logging on to play league and waving you off. “Yeah, wear whatever.”

Showering in his bathroom had become very standard, like he said you typically prefer to after the act, but today’s different of course. His bathroom is much nicer than the community one shared by multiple people at your shitty studio complex. The studio you rarely spend much time living in anymore ever since Jeno forced his way into your life.

There is something inside of you that sighs out of relief under the shower stream, stretching your arms out and up high freely, enjoying the quality of bath soaps and shower gels he keeps stocked. Jeno always smells nice, fresh and clean, not smokey and suffocating the way Haechan did..

The memory of his luxurious musky scent has your palms traveling lower, reaching for the shower head to thoroughly clean away any possible trace of him left behind between your legs.

Jeno would go ballistic if he knew.. you aren’t even sure how he’d react, and you don’t want to find out.

“Food’s here?” You ask quietly, still drying your hair by the bathroom door connected to Jeno’s bedroom. He takes a minute to answer, engulfed in the game playing across his computer screen.

“Just got here.” Jeno says, hitting pause to look at you. His lips loosen, jaw opening as he gazes from your feet taking short steps forward to your bare legs and his pink hoodie hanging past your hips. “Wow.”

“What?” You pause, looking yourself over nervously. He said to pick whatever you want to wear, you even double checked with him. He can’t be mad right? Maybe this is his favorite hoodie and now—

Jeno’s eyes soften, scanning up and down your figure as he reaches out and rolls his seat forward to grab your hips. “You look really cute.”

“Oh..” heat drives up your neck, lowering your eyes to look away from the pleased smile that tugs at his lips.

“I should make you wear my clothes more often.” Jeno squeezes up your sides, drawing the fabric to follow his touch and lift over your hips. “Come here.”

Leaning back, he motions for you to climb onto his lap, a bag of steaming hot food sits at the corner of his desk waiting. “But the food..”

He lifts one groomed eyebrow, responding with a silent command to do as he says before he makes you regret it.

“We’ll eat first.” Jeno wraps an arm around your stomach, tugging your back to press against his chest as he reaches for the bag. “Put on whatever you want to watch.”

It’s times like this in his bedroom, as you ease into his hold and pout when he swirls noodles around a fork to feed you with that you can’t help but to feel something.

Something you can’t bring yourself to accept, because that would make him right about everything..

That’s what makes it harder to eat, harder to sit still and let yourself grow too comfortable, harder to laugh when something funny happens on the TV show you chose.

Jeno can’t win, even if he continues to prod your mouth with another spoonful of rice, and softly smiles before licking away a piece from the corner of your mouth. “You’re so cute.” He mumbles, pushing the boxes of food aside. “Turn around.”

“Do we have to?”

Large palms run up your thighs, squeezing as they find a way between your legs to the fleshy meat lined along the outsides of your groin. “You’re cute, but don’t test me.”

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Jeno’s been extra clingy ever since that day he had to leave earlier. You can’t say you hate it.. and maybe it gives you an excuse for why Haechan’s been completely avoidant, not looking at you once. You wanted to wave at him, say hi as you passed each other, but with thick biceps belted around you at all times you knew better.

He could just be ignoring you because of Jeno.

He could just be ignoring you because he doesn’t give a shit.

“Really do hate that I have to spend the next hour and a half without you.” Jeno sighs sadly, kissing your cheek. “Fucking hate Philosophy too.”

“It’s just one class.”

“One class that’s stealing precious time I could be spending with my girlfriend.”

There he goes again, that bullshit title he keeps using. It’s almost worse than his constant love bombs. “Second bells about to ring.” You mumble, shoving his arms off.

“Yeah yeah, I know you can’t wait to get away from me.” He pouts, leaning against the door frame, glancing behind you at the area he knows you often set up at. Eyes squinting as he observes one of your classmates. “I’ll be here when you’re done. Be good.”

Or else.

The silent haunting echo follows you to your seat, apprehensively setting your bag down with a subtle peak toward the door to make sure he’s gone.

“How’s the research going?”

A deep voice startles you, jumping up and dropping your belongings. “Crap.”

“Ah, that’s my bad.” He crouches down before you’re even squatted halfway, long hands reaching to gather your brushes and pencils. “Was just asking how the papers going. I really think we should get together to make sure we’re both on the same page. I don’t want you to hate me if we get a bad grade..”

“Get together?!” You splurt out abruptly, coughing on choked spit. “Outside of class??”

The thing is, Jeno didn’t really know about Jisung Park. Why would he? He’s not in this class.

He didn’t know that part of the reason you loved this class so much wasn��t because he’s not in it. No(although that helps). It’s because from the first day you noticed Jisung sitting quietly free-hand drawing beautifully, you wanted to compliment his sketches, get to know him better; ask if he’s always had an interest in art..

But you didn’t, instead you shyly hid your face and looked away whenever he’d glance around. Sure, maybe you happened to notice how attractive he is too, but that didn’t matter to you. It’s not like you had a crush on him or anything..

And it’s not like your stomach exploded with butterflies as everyone paired off for your final project for the semester, leaving you nervously taking steps back and forth looking for anyone available.

Jisung approached you first, asking quietly and shyly. ‘Do you have a partner yet?’

That’s how you ended up here, your norm for the last week being to sit by him during class so you could exchange ideas and work on your final project together.

And that crush you didn’t have ended up becoming very very real. Jisung.. he’s nice, really nice. Genuine and thoughtful, he always asks how your days been, if you have any plans later on, tries to get to know you with curious and non-invasive questions.

It’s easy to bond over your love and appreciation for art, and he thought it was cool that you once dreamed of illustrating mangas(until capitalism and reality set in). He sparked light around the dark corners you hide in. Your secret, something only for you, something Jeno couldn’t ruin or touch..

“Yeah. You can come over to my place tonight? My parents both work late hours so we shouldn’t have any interruptions.”

An invite to his place, where you’d be alone. Only the two of you, no Jeno..

“Your place? Tonight?”

“Yeah? If that’s okay with you?” Jisung smiles apprehensively, reaching to scratch at his sideburn. “I’d like to keep my perfect GPA intact.. it’s okay if you can’t, I don’t mind completing the bulk of it myself.”

“No no, that’s not fair.” You wave him off, biting at your nail. “I’ll uhm, yeah—no, yeah, I’m free later. Write down your address.” Sliding him your notebook, you reach for your phone to text Jeno under your desk. This is for school, for your perfect GPA.. he needs to be understanding.

Jisung perks up and scribbles down where you can meet him after school, clapping his hands together. “I’ll set some snacks out for us, I’m sure we’ll be working hours into the evening.”

Hours into the evening.. Jeno won’t like that.

Jeno doesn’t like that. Immediately shooting down your messages with a flat out ‘no’.

It came down to begging, explaining to him on the way to your next class how important this extracurricular course is for your future internship applications, even your counselor said that. It’s not a good look if you only excel in your non-creative courses, unless you plan to apply for a job that requires zero social interaction and teamwork.

‘Good luck with that.’ Your counselor mumbled, signing you up for this art class in the first place.

“The whole purpose of being here is for you to finish partnered work here.” Jeno snaps, shaking his head. “Who’s your partner anyway?! Why haven’t you mentioned this until now??”

“We only barely received the project yesterday!” You lie, looking at anything else but him. “My partner.. Hani!” Thinking fast you blurt out the first classmate you can think of, praying to yourself that Jeno doesn’t know her.

“Hani?” He repeats, seeming pleased to hear a girl's name. “And what time are you supposed to meet?”

It took further convincing, a little bit of bribery, maybe you skipped Yoga to suck him off in the bathroom. But it worked, Jeno seemed at ease after hearing that your classmate Hani was counting on this project to keep her grades up. Your scholarship requirements too, sure.

“Call me when you’re done.” He says, parking on another street nearby you’d given him directions to, just in case..

“Of course.. it might be late.”

Jeno grumbles, leaning over to kiss you until your lips feel bruised and tender. He kisses like it could be the last time he’ll ever see you, but that never makes you react. He always kisses like that..

“Love you.”

You nod, stepping out and waving him off, letting him know that Hani takes the bus home and you’ll have to wait a few minutes longer. He seems hesitant to drive off at first, only finally taking off out of the street when his dad calls him about something.

Phew.

Panic and fear get shoved down as you make your way to Jisung’s actual address. You shouldn’t be this nervous, it’s just a project..

With your crush, alone, together, only the two of you. That’s why you stand at the front door to his house for a while, shifting from foot to foot, playing with the strings of your backpack.

Jeno would be really mad if he found out about this. What would be worse? Lying? Or Jisung? There’s no way he would have allowed for you to come here alone, without him. Lying was your only option..

Taking a deep breath, you reach for the doorbell, gasping as it flies open immediately.

“You made it!” He smiles, toeing off his shoes, still wearing the same outfit from earlier. “I just got in myself, had to jump the backyard fence because I must have dropped my key, sorry. Were you waiting long?”

“Oh no.. it’s fine.” You mumble, passing through and removing your shoes quietly. He seems even taller now, walking next to him in nothing but socks.

“You must be hungry, let’s raid the pantry real fast before heading to my room.”

His room, you’ll be alone in his room..

Jisung’s a couple of years younger than you, and it’s evident when you step inside of his bedroom and take in the different toys he has scattered about; moving around to throw his jacket over a pile of stuffed animals displayed in one corner.

“Shall we?” He says, motioning to sit at his desk, dropping the bags of chips and cookies he found. “I’ve already wrapped up the bulk of writing, and cited everything, we just have to go over key points for our presentation.”

“Oh, that’s great. Thank you for doing all of that.” You smile, sensing heat rise up to your cheeks. His parents must not use the air conditioning much..

He snorts breathily, shrugging. “You seem really busy, with your boyfriend and all..”

“He’s not my boyf—he’s,” trailing off, you shake your head and grab your notes. “Let’s focus on this so we can try to finish early.”

“You’re always with him..” Jisung sits up awkwardly, playing with his knuckles. “I’m sorry, I shouldn’t have assumed anything. You’re right, let’s uhm, get to work.

To your surprise Jeno doesn’t blow up your phone with texts, and you think about his dad again. He never did tell you what happened that day.. he should share personal things with you if he expects you to start trusting him. To build some solid type of relationship with him. The skin around your nails practically screams and begs to be left alone as you bring your fingers up to your mouth and begin to bite at anything you can find. He should have texted you by now..

“Something wrong?” Jisung asks, ruffling his fluffy black hair. “You seem a little distracted.”

“Oh, it’s nothing.”

“We’ve been working for two hours,” he nods, setting down his pen and organizing what you’ve finished so far. “Let’s take a break, I can really use one too.”

A break? Your eyes widen, following his figure as he stands and stretches his arms up, tight shirt lifting up his stomach halfway giving your curious gaze a real show. “Come on, our brains are probably in overdrive after a day of classes and now this, you should lay down for a bit.”

Lay down?!

Motioning to his bed, he smiles and directs you to follow with his chin. “Come on, I won’t bite.” He says sitting down, patting the empty space next to him.

Oh, but you might.

Stealing one more glance at your phone, you set it screen down on his desk, getting up and pretending to yawn. “You’re right.. sometimes I don’t know when to stop.”

Jisung laughs lightly, falling back and letting out a long sigh. “Me too, my grades mean a lot to me. I’m trying to get an internship this summer at Lee Corp.”

“No way!” You say excitedly, staying sat up on his bed and leaning on your palm to look at him. “I am too! Which program are you going for?”

“Engineer of course, they pay the best out of everyone in the country. Did you read that Forbes article? Haechan’s father must be a genius.”

You hum, brushing off the comment about Haechan, he’s the last person you want to talk about right now. “I was thinking about Global Affairs.. I really think a lot of their apps could expand and excel in foreign countries.”

Jisung laughs, smiling up his eyes, clasping his hands together on his stomach. “Look at us trying to relax.. we still end up talking about work.”

“I guess you’re right.. I’m not the best at, uh, relaxing?”

Jisung sits up on his elbows, eyebrows lifted as he looks at you. “I could.. make some suggestions.”

“Uhhh..”

He lets out an awkward laugh, turning onto his side and scratching his neck. “Sorry, that was lame. It’s just uhm, since you said you don’t have a boyfriend, I’ve been thinking..”

Shit.

He sucks in his thick pink bottom lip, biting down nervously. “I’ve always thought you were real cute, but you’re always with that guy so I kept my distance.”

“You, y-you did?” You stammer, clearing your throat and sitting up straight. “Ah, that’s—that’s nice. I mean, thank you.”

Jisung sits up, long bangs falling into his eyes as he tilts and stares at you in a way you’ve never had anyone look at you. There’s softness in his gaze, exposing his teeth as he leans closer to your face, huffing under his breath. “I’m not good at this, but I’d really like to kiss you right now..”

Kiss?!?

“Is that okay?” There’s a tremble in his voice, dipping in closer until your noses are less than an inch apart.

No. It’s not okay. You shouldn’t even be here right now. But isn’t it okay? Aren’t you in this relationship with Jeno against your will? Hasn’t Haechan been ignoring you for days? This could be your only chance at something normal.. someone who actually likes you for you.

Jisung’s heart looks damn near ready to break judging by the way his pout begins to droop, it’s instinct to rectify what you’ve caused that has you pressing forward; the first to brush your lips together. He lets a staggered breath free, moving to cup around your throat to deepen the kiss. It’s soft, nice, slow enough that you can process and absorb every small caress of your lips against his.

“I really..” he sighs out a laugh, tapping the end of his nose to yours. “Could help you relax..”

You deserve this, right? Why even question it? You like him, he likes you, and a part of you fully expected(or wanted) this to happen.

“Okay..”

Maybe the soft innocence radiating off of him is moreso the difference in your age. But there’s something about the way Jisung gently lays you down and places a pillow beneath your head. He kisses you again, and again, and again, slowly working your mouth open to allow his tongue to roam freely and explore.

It’s nice and calm without overstimulating your arousal, not until his fingers trace along your throat, pulling back with a smile that asks for permission.

Assuming he expects more you squirm anxiously, helping him slide his hand lower down your stomach to the button of your jeans. “Can I?” He asks, again, always checking in to confirm you’re okay with his next move.

You help him by shimmying out of your jeans, allowing for his hand to dip inside of your underwear as you continue to kiss and arch up at the first graze of long thick fingers swiping between your folds. His hands are warm, movements fluid and practiced, collecting the wad of wetness at your entrance to rub over your clit and begin stimulating your nerves. You can’t help to think- this is how it’s supposed to be, getting to know your body first with soft strokes, feeling the different parts of you to learn what gets you off.

“Wanna eat you out.” Jisung whispers against your mouth, trailing two digits lower to press against your hole. “Wanna taste.”

You nod eagerly, much too eagerly, kicking your jeans off to the floor, lifting your hips to invite him inside. He rubs circles around your entrance teasingly, tapping a few times before pulling out to sit up on his knees and tug off his shirt.

Jisung may be younger, but his body’s built nothing short of a man. Muscles line his stomach, arms firm and flexed as he pushes off his pants and climbs back onto the bed in nothing but a snuggly fit pair of boxer briefs. He pushes your top up under your breasts, hands large enough to hide the base of your stomach when they lay flat on top of you and begin to slide down to your underwear. “Like your panties..” he whispers, leaning down to trace the rose on your mound, making your hips twitch.

He likes them enough to not even take them off, laying down on his stomach to drag his nose down the damp seat of your panties. God Jeno would never— stop thinking about him. Stop saying what he’d do, he doesn’t exist. Jisung’s the one between your thighs, collecting your underwear to one side and taking a deep breath. “You’re just as pretty down here..”

His deep voice makes your toes curl against the bed, bending your knees up to grant him more access. “Can I touch?”

Nodding eagerly, you lift your hips again for him to push your folds apart, groaning as his thumb presses to your clit. “Like it when I do that?”

“Yes.. use your mouth..”

Jisung groans, half whimpering, tucking his face lower between your thighs. Thick lips suction around your clit, sucking the nub between and flicking his tongue out. His slow polite manners dissipate the more he ruts against his bed and sucks around your bundle of nerves. “Taste as good as you look.” He murmurs, long tongue dragging down to your tight hole to lap inside.

“You’re getting real wet.” He breathes out, cursing. Ducking back down to lick a fat stripe from your contracting wet hole to your clit. His tongue laves between your folds, spilling saliva and wetness across each, dipping his tongue in and out. He suckles on your clit, big hands splayed on your inner thighs pushing them further open to jam his tongue deeper inside.

You need more, fingers twitch midair before reaching into his hair and scratching at his scalp. “More!”

Jisung growls, shoving his face in until his nose digs against your bundle of nerves, panting against your opening with his tongue flicking against your inner walls.

He pulls back to glide two fingers inside, taking the chance to tug firmly on his scalp and shake your head. “Do y-you have a condom?”

Surprise paints his delicate face, appearing obscene with your arousal hanging from his chin. He nods quickly and jumps from the bed to slam open his bedside drawer and pull out a wad of protection. “I have a ton!” He scurries back onto the bed and grabs onto your knees, wide-eyed and dazed. “I mean.. do you want to?”

“Mhm..” you nod, sitting up to kiss up his neck, ripping the packet open and shoving your hand inside of his briefs.

You wish he would shut up just a little, favoring the breathy whines and whimpered moans he lets out when you finally wrap around his length and slide down the condom.

Jisung kisses you again, sucking on your bottom lip until it swells, licking across the fronts of your teeth. He lowers you back down comfortably and shoves his boxers down, length jumping up and slapping against his stomach.

“Y-you’re not like..” Jisung stutters, laughing to himself as he positions to line his cock up to your cunt. “Like a virgin?”

This is why you wish he’d shut up, gritting your teeth before forcing a smile. “Of course not.”

“Ah, figured.. wanted to be sure.” He takes a deep breath and cups your hips, inching forward slowly. “If it hurts—“

“I’ll let you know.”

It stings a little once he’s sheathed in half deep, he’s big, most of all thick. But the pain feels familiar, something you crave now..

“Come on.” You encourage, lifting your hips to fuck the rest of his length inside. “Fuck me, come on.”

Jisung gasps, long and choked, falling forward and catching himself by grabbing onto your shoulders. He watches your hips cant up for a minute, literally riding his cock, pussy slapping against his pelvis.

“Fuck, oh my God..” he croons, sounding out of breath already.

“Fuck me!” You beg, clinging onto his waist to scratch your nails down his flat tight stomach. “Please please, fuck me.”

Jisung snaps, nodding furiously as he crawls forward on his knees and hooks your thighs over his hips, throwing his hips into action to ram inside of you faster.

“Yeah yeah, just like that!” You whine, fucking him back to make him match your speed.

His hands reach for your waist, slamming in harder until you’re gurgling and writhing in his hold. Cock sliding in and out so wet and deep, the pain completely gone, only receiving pleasure with each meet of your hips.

It’s still missing something, something that has you reaching between your bodies to pinch your clit between two fingers. Nodding and panting for him to keep going. “S-so close.”

His palms land flat around the sides of your head, gripping the bedding in tight fists, using the leverage to drop his hips down faster. Fuck his cock in deeper and harder.

The sight of him above you, pale, muscular, black hair in his face, it’s enough to drift your mind away somewhere else. Shutting your eyes as heat burns up from your gut to your chest. Clit gone numb from your ferocious rubs, you twitch and cry out. The squeeze slowing him down as you clamp around him and begin to cum.

“Yesyesyes!” Through your blurry vision you can see him crumbling on top of you. Forcing his cock in past your tight heat, if not for how pitchy his moans sing out you’d swear..

“Ah, I’m c-cumming! I’m cu-cumming!” Jisung’s face tightens up, kissing the backs of his teeth. Hips locked in place, cock twitching as he fills up the condom with warmth. He pants and hangs his head between his shoulders, hips circling on more time before pulling out slowly. An audible pop resounds once he’s emptied you, flopping onto the bed by your side, stripping the condom off to give his dick a break for a moment, he throws it aside and lays back catching his breath. “No better way to relax than that..”

You wish you could say the same, already seeking your nails to chew on. That couldn’t have been too long, right? You need to check your phone, Jeno could have surely hunted you down by now if you’d even taken longer than a minute to respond. Maybe he’s really trying to respect your boundaries for once. Either way, you need to get out of here.

Tip toeing on to his bedroom floor, you step back into your clothes, quietly gathering your things to not wake him. Waking him could lead to conversation and more time you’d have to spend here..

There’s something you can only describe as guilt infiltrating your mostly pleased thoughts. Sneaking out of Jisung’s house was easy, scribbling off a note quickly that you’d see him at school later.

Jeno could be waiting outside where he dropped you off, you told him not to.. but he worries about you a lot. He’s always worried about you, it’s nice actually. It’s nice how much he cares about you, hell.. he checks in on you more than even your own parents.

God. What the hell are you thinking? Who cares if he worries about you. He’s a fucking psycho is what he is. Why are you even thinking about him right now? After everything that’s happened.

Jisung’s really nice, he’s really smart, seems to have a good head on his shoulders. Yet Jeno.. Jeno feels like an infection you can’t find the cure for at this point. He’s everywhere, every time you shut your eyes, whenever you wake up, he’s the first person you think about, the first person you want to see.

This is ridiculous, you’re just tired, that’s it. Too tired to wait for Jeno to come get you. It’ll be best to take the bus back to your studio today, he’d probably make you go home with him and keep you up way too late. His bed may be nicer than yours, sure. His bathroom an actual personal bathroom, and as your ‘boyfriend’ he always makes sure you’re well fed. The grumble your stomach lets out doesn’t go unnoticed, ignoring it as you pick up your phone to shoot off a text message.

‘Really tired. Heading home. See you in the morning.’

Reading over your text before sending it, you chew at dry skin around your nails, dropping your hand quickly as if Jeno’s slapped it down again. He always does, reprimands you whenever you bite your nails or rip the dead skin off with your teeth. He does it because he cares about you, right?

Fuck him. Seriously fuck that asshole.

Pressing your thumb down earnestly, you send the text and shut your phone off, bringing your thumb up to your lip to rip off an annoying piece of skin.

“Shit.” You hiss, shaking off your hand. More came off, opening a wound and stinging around the cuticle. Shining with red blood that rushed to fill up the divots around your nail bed.

Jeno would probably glare at you, raise your thumb to his mouth to suck on. He’d make it hurt less..

Brushing those thoughts aside, you pocket your fingers and tighten your jacket, making your way toward the nearest bus stop. He won’t like that you turned off your phone, he won’t like that you took public transport home instead of waiting for him, he doesn’t like anything really.

Except you..

It’s been a long while since you’ve taken the bus home, and it’s late, mostly empty. It’s hard to not notice a couple curled up in one of the two seaters, laughing at something on a phone together. Sometimes you watch things with Jeno, and you try to keep your amusement at bay, you try to emit nothing other than misery, but it’s become something you secretly look forward to these days..

Why do you keep thinking about him? What if Jisung’s texting you? Glancing at your blacked out phone screen, you wonder if he is, he could be.. Jisung seems to like you. He seems normal..

Normal could be nice.

Normal.

Why can’t you and Jeno be normal? What if you are?

Coming home alone without him by your side seems odd now. This isn’t normal anymore, this isn’t your normal anymore.

Jeno is your normal.

As you crawl into bed and take a deep sigh, you can’t help but to wrap yourself up tighter, curl up into a more fettle helpless position, and you can’t stop the tears that erupt from your eyes until they blur your vision and make your head pound.

He should be here, he should be here to keep you safe and warm, but he’s not, and nothing feels normal anymore. ･ ⋆ ･ ⠄⠂⋆ ･ ⠄⠂⋆ ･ ⠄⠂⋆ ･ ⠄⠂⋆ ･ ⠄⠂⋆ ･ ⋆ ･ ⠄⠂⋆ ･･ ⋆ ･

One thing about Jeno you’ve noticed is that he is always on time. He’s extremely punctual, and if he’s not, he always, without fail, will make sure to alert you with a call or text.

Today’s different.

Because even when you turned your phone on this morning and rubbed sleepy dry tears from your swollen eyes, no notifications from Jeno appeared.

Jisung had sent a few messages, thanking you for a great time and hoping you made it home safe. The last text you sent Jeno hadn’t even been opened, and his read receipts have always been turned on for as long as you’ve known him..

He’ll show up outside of your complex at 8 o’clock on the dot as usual. Maybe he forgot to charge his phone(that’s unlike him).

But 8am comes around, and his car doesn’t round the corner, and minutes tick by, and he doesn’t show up. Each glance at your phone screen feels more like a plea for something, silently begging for a text or call to appear. Something to indicate he’s on his way, maybe traffic is heavier than usual today..

‘Hey. I’m waiting outside.’

You never add emojis. Keep messages as short and simple as you can. It would come across as too nice, too weird given the dynamic of your relationship, but that doesn’t stop your thumb from hovering over a smiley face before hitting send. Shaking it off, you watch the minutes go by, nursing the cut up cuticle you ripped off last night between your lips. If you don’t leave soon to catch the bus you’ll be late.

One more minute, you’ll wait one more minute before running to catch the next bus.

‘Is everything okay?’

What if he got into an accident? Did Jeno even make it home yesterday after dropping you off? What if he’s in a hospital bed somewhere, disfigured, all alone without anyone to keep him company? What are you even thinking right now?!

It doesn’t calm your nerves a bit that he hasn’t opened a single text message you’ve sent. Doesn’t help as you cram onto a crowded bus and worry your thumb down to raw skin, biting every little piece you can get your teeth on. Doesn’t help that you can’t stop glancing at your phone, envisioning each terrible outcome.

He’ll be at school, he’ll be waiting at your lockers and walk you to class, sit by your side as usual. Throw out an assload of compliments that piss you off, stare at you and play with your hair. It’s fine, everything is fine, he’s a good driver. How could he possibly get into an accident? Jeno? Never.

But he’s not waiting at your lockers, even as you stand around longer peering up and down the hallway for him to show up. You can’t ask anyone if they’ve seen him either, it’s not like you know anyone to ask.

He’s not in your first class, doesn’t show up for second period, or third, and your phone never once dings with a new notification.

Even as your names are called out to grab attendance and you silently pray he’ll appear at the classroom door out of breath, finding your surprised gaze on him. A huge smile will stretch his cheeks into a bundle of wrinkles, eyes disappearing when he meets yours.

But that doesn’t happen, and in a panic you send off a slew of text messages, biting your nails down to nothing but raw skin.

‘Is everything okay Jeno? Did your phone die?’

‘I’m at school. Should I meet you for lunch somewhere?’

‘Are you sick?’

There’s no way to explain the fear clawing at your chest, the rumble in your stomach, the ache that pangs through your heart. It’s not because you care about him, he doesn’t deserve that from you, not even out of human decency. But maybe, just maybe, you are worried, because Jeno’s face has become such a normal part of your daily life. His light touches, a gaze that never loses sight of you, a powerful aura that wraps you up behind an invisible shield that makes you feel safe. As insane as it feels to even contemplate, you can’t help it.

He’s a disease, streaming through your blood, destroying all of your white blood cells and leaving you with no option other than to rely on him to survive. Some may even consider that love, if you think about it.

He sought you out in the first place, didn’t he? Took notice of something special in you that clearly no one else does. Like right now as you walk to your locker, head hung low, no one cares. No one’s looking at you, no one notices you or sees you. They always see you when Jeno’s by your side. He’s the bright light that illuminates around you, and you? You’re nothing.

Jeno made you something though. He made you his.

How hasn’t he replied yet?!? What the hell is his problem! You’d scream if you could, that’s how desperate you feel, not even a god damn text? Nothing?!

You could always leave.. take the bus to his house. It’s possible he is severely injured after all, his parents might not even have a clue. It’s the least you can do, at least inform them that their son’s on his deathbed because of a horrific accident. Because that’s the only logical explanation you can fathom for why he hasn’t attempted to contact you even once since yesterday. It’s your fault too, if he really got into a bad car wreck after dropping you off. Yeah, you should definitely take the rest of the day off, it’s the right thing to do..

Adding speed to your steps, you rush toward your locker to grab your bag, prying it open quickly and nearly missing the folded note that slips out. A note.. with very familiar handwriting. A note in your locker after all this time, exactly like the ones you used to receive..

‘It’s been awhile hasn’t it angel? I haven’t felt the need to speak to you like this in such a long time now it seems. We have grown so close now, there are times I catch your gaze wandering away from me. I realize in those moments how much I’ve truly given up for you.

I lost my friends, carry guilt on my back of getting caught; that Haechan will find the courage to snitch me out.. The chance of my father disowning me for ruining his one chance to free himself from this impoverishment. In those moments I know you look away silently praying for someone to save you, when really, it’s been me all along.

I’ve only ever wanted to save you because you deserve better than this. I’m waiting for you, I know you’re smart enough to find your way.

-Your Teddy Bear’

This has to be a sick joke, you fully believe this has to be a sick joke; but your lip twitches, your tongue presses to the fronts of your teeth, and you can feel moisture itching at the backs of your eyes.

Jeno hadn’t picked you up today, he never sent a message to explain why. The last he’d spoken with you was on the car ride over to Jisung’s, and even then you never said much. He hadn’t said much either if you really think back, stay silent for most of the drive.

The last place you want to revisit is room 0423 after that day.

‘I’m waiting for you.’

Stoic and zombie-like your feet drag through the halls finding your way to the abandoned sector of the school. Because he’s waiting, and like a fool you’ve been waiting for him too.

You couldn’t process a thought, mindless as you found your way in front of the door that read 0423 before you. At this point there isn’t much else Jeno can pull to surprise you. Probably planning a setup of some sort to commemorate the day he met you, since it matters to him so much.

“Don’t act shy and stand out there forever, I’m waiting.” His voice echoes through the small opening, leaving the door cracked enough for you to know to come inside.

Everything appears to be the same as you remember, other than the giant teddy bear Jeno gifted you sitting at the teacher's table, his back facing you from where he sits on one of the student desks at the front row.

“Took you long enough to show up. I expected you’d be sick to your stomach without me, buried with your face in a porcelain bowl. Although, I must say, your messages have been quite entertaining.” Jeno begins to speak, his back muscles flexing as he laughs sarcastically. His neck bends forward, nodding to himself. “I won’t lie, I didn’t expect even that much from you. I dare say, you seemed frantic, worried even..”

“Why did you want me to come back here?” You ask softly, inching closer to where he sits. Jeno listens to the sound of your sneakers drag against the linoleum floor, he listens to your calm breath, he listens to your nails scratch by on each desk you pass, and he smiles stiffly.

“You really think I’m stupid, don’t you?” Jeno’s teeth grit, fisting a remote control in his grip. He stands up abruptly in a way that startles you. Instinctively lifting your fists to cover your face as you gasp. Rolling his eyes, he grips onto a curtain near the corner covering up an old school television, and he turns to face you.

If looks could kill, you know that you’d be laid out on the floor bleeding out right now. He bores into you with a laser sharp gaze, slicing through your chest with a level of intensity he’s kept calm for weeks.

“Answer me.”

Jeno’s throat shakes, his knuckles saturated in white, cuts of blood red and hues of pink from punching who knows what or who.. and for a quick second you think he may cry as he rapidly blinks away moisture that’s teetering at the brims of his eyes.

“No Jeno.. I don’t think you’re stupid.”

“I’ve never liked when you lie.” He nods, sniffling loud and hitting play. “You always look dead behind the eyes when you lie, did you know that? Because even you know that deep down inside no matter how much you hate me, lying isn’t your style.”

The black tv screen illuminates, a dim video of sheets that make your eyes squint, familiar..

“Is that—“ the camera zooms out before you can even speculate, cutting off your breath. “N-no—there’s no wa—“

Jeno sneers, dragging the back of his hand across his eyes and nose. He turns the volume up until your pleasured moans resound throughout the classroom, cascading down the walls and your frame like lashings. The camera doesn’t bother to focus on Jisung once, zoomed in on your face, your mouth hung open, the lines formed between your eyebrows.

“H-how..” bile rises up your throat, stepping back until your butt meets the ledge of a desk. There’s no way Jeno could have known, how HOW could he—

“I know what you’re thinking.” He says smoothly, the tears dried up and gone. Spinning on one foot to face you and waved the remote in your direction. “You thought he really liked you, right?”

“N-no it’s n-not that—“

“What did I tell you about lying?” He grite, placating you with a cold hard stare. “I could have saved us the trouble of dealing with any of this. I knew from the second I saw you talking to him in class, I knew from that moment. You looked so happy.” He scoffs, head shaking, pausing the video. “You looked so fucking happy and hopeful, the same way you looked when I saw you talking to Haechan in the library before.”

He takes a deep dramatic breath, tossing the remote aside, arms free to cross over his chest and lock you in place with one of the most fear-inducing looks you’ve ever seen. “You never look at me like that. You never even tell me that you love me, and you pretend..” Jeno shifts back, turning his body away from you. “You pretend to hate me.”

Everything inside of you screams to say something, to tell him that he’s wrong, that you do hate him. But there’s that pain in your chest again, the one that feels worse than any pain you’ve ever felt, worse than when Haechan moved away and slowly forgot about you. Worse than when he ignored you after you had sex..

It’s a pain that only Jeno can pull out of you. It’s denial, hate, love, anger, fear, obsession, worry, and right now, that pain fills you with terror. He knows, and more than worrying about what he’ll do to you, you can’t stop the tears from flowing out at the thought of losing him.

“I-I’m sorr—“

“Stop.” He snaps quickly, fully turning away and motioning to the classroom stock closet. “You can come out now.”

Through your bleary vision, you see him come out, big smile, broad and tall. Cocky as he clasp hands with Jeno and shoots you a wink over his shoulder. “You’ll send me a copy too, right?”

“Get the fuck out.” Jeno jeers, crashing his shoulder into Jisung’s side. “Good job though, the money should be in your account.”

“Yeah of course man, anytime.” He smirks before turning to face you, winking as he makes way to pass by you. “And you, I really did have a good time last night.” He leans it quickly to whisper. “If this weird shit you have going on doesn’t work out, you know where to find me.”

“Please…please!” You stammer, feeling overwhelmed and overheated the longer you have to listen to yourself get fucked through all of this. Every bit of confusion struggles to clear as your mind rages and grows heavy, painfully beating through your skull. “Turn it off! Please!”

Jeno snickers, ripping the TV’s power cord out. “Not that you deserve peace of mind right now.” He mumbles, petting the teddy bear he gifted you on your anniversary. “What were you thinking?”

“I..”

What were you thinking??? Obviously you were thinking that your classmate who you’ve secretly had a small liking for may have a small liking for you in return. There’s nothing else to say, you fell right into Jenoms trap, you always will..

“Don’t answer that.” He says, turning toward you with an unrelenting penetrating gaze. “I know what you were thinking. I always know what you’re thinking.”

He steps closer, trapping you against the desk holding your weight up. Weakness takes over your ankles and knees, dropping head head to hang, too ashamed to even look at him. More embarrassed than ashamed.. why should you feel ashamed?

“You thought a guy like that could seriously like you? What’s it going to take for you to learn this lesson?” Jeno continues, voice cutting deep and sharp. “No one here will ever like you except me. Jisung may pity fuck you out of boredom, but he’d never bring a girl like you home. He’d never take you serious, he’ll never give a real fuck about you.”

“T-this whole time..” you stutter, biting down on your lip. “You k-knew this whole time.”

“Pft.” He bends in to meet you eye level, still standing straight to loom over your slouched frame. “I’m always watching you.”

Jeno’s tongue clicks, whistling lowly, taking a step back to snap his fingers in a sarcastic manner. “You know who else could give a shit about you? Haechan.” He nods, finding your red wet eyes. “Haechan who hasn’t acknowledged your existence ever since that day.”

“N-no..” tremors vibrate up your throat, gripping onto the desk beneath you to keep yourself up. “There’s no way..”

“I had a sliver of hope, you know?” He sighs, rubbing at his temples. “I thought maybe you finally understood that Haechan could give a fuck about whatever it is you used to have. That stupid childhood friendship you cherish and hold onto still.” He pauses to look at you, blinking glassy eyes away. “I can’t trust you, even after all that I do to prove to you that you belong with me.”

“This—this isn’t—“

“Haechan—he’ll never love you, he’ll never see you as anything more than some poor loser from his past.” He interrupts, hissing between his teeth. “Jisung, even fatter chance. I’ve explained this to you so many times now. When will you get it.”

“Why are you doing this to me?!” You screech, louder than you even thought possible. Tears rush towards your chin, digging your nails into the cheap old desk wood. “Why me?!?”

Jeno scoops your face, thumbing your wet cheeks softly, almost gently. His own eyes shake, pouring out from the corners. “Because.” He breathes in deep through his nose, wet voice coming out shattered. “I love you.”

I love you I love you I love you. Those three words repeat over and over again, a face full of anger turning into one you can hardly recognize anymore, fingers dug into your cheeks as if he can somehow force you to believe him this way. It hurts to watch more than anything, as Jeno crumbles and falls to his knees, arms wrapped tight around your hips screaming manically that he loves you.

He. Loves. You.

Haechan doesn’t love you, and a guy like Jisung could never love you..

He’s right. Jeno’s right. He’s been right from the very beginning. You could have listened, avoided all of this? The normalcy you wished to have with him, whatever that could have been.. if it ever could have been.

“Why won’t you love me?!” He sounds broken, distraught, hopeless. The hug around your lower half burns, feels like you’ll never be free, you’ll never get away from him.

You don’t want to get away from him anymore.

“I love you, Jeno..” you can hear your voice empty of life as it exits your lips. The image before you too blurry to even make out past your tear-filled gaze. “I love you.”

The grip on your hips loosens, tears calming to a round of sniffles, he stops shaking and slowly lifts his face to look at you. “Say that again.”

Cold, emotionless, demanding. That’s the tone you’re used to..

“I love you.”

Jeno stands back up, quickly cleaning his eyes off with the heel of his palms. A large smile altering the anger and sadness he just displayed seconds ago. “My Teddy.”

He rambles, words slurred together as you fail to process anything that’s just happened. Could this have ever been normal? Or is this simply who Jeno is? He’s obsessive, crazed, dominant and deranged.

“I know you love me.” He sighs happily, tugging you in close and rubbing along your spine. “I knew when you made Jisung put on a condom.”

The way spit clogs up your throat at that makes you choke on your next breath, Jeno’s laugh rumbling against your chest as he pats your back to help you. “I thought so after you made Haechan use one, but this really confirmed it. You wanted to hurt me, wanted to make me jealous..” his voice lowers, shifting to whisper in your ear. “But deep down inside you know I’m the only one you want to fuck you full of cum.”

There’s no point in questioning anything, you know he hates when you do that. You know that he has ways to find out things that you can’t begin to understand. “I know baby, that’s why I had to replace your prescription too. Those mints you always popped in your mouth after eating lunch. It’s cute how you play these little mind games with me..”

Mints?! The birth control you started taking after.. that first time. You knew he was evil, mentally deranged, but fucking your with medication?!

“M-my mints??” You ask in disbelief, having to bite down on the backs of your teeth to stop your jaw from hanging.

Jeno waves a finger at you, tapping your nose. “I don’t believe in that birth control shit.”

And there it is, the same Jeno you became familiar with in this very room. The same one that turns your dreams into nightmares, that makes you look over your shoulder constantly, the one that’s imprisoned you in this inescapable hell.

“It’s cute how you still think you can out-smart me.” He says sternly, pinching your chin. “But nothing about your constant lying is cute.”

He leans in close, eyes wide open taking in your despair, licking up the tears that seem endless. Everything, all of this, you were never going to win. Winning was never an option.

“You’re so special to me.” Sucking at the droplets dangling from your chin, he nips up your jaw to swallow your earlobe. “So special and real, remind me so much of him. Who he used to be.”

Because that’s really what this all boils down to. You never willingly fell for Jeno’s charms the way everyone else does, he had to force this, and even then you didn’t give. You held on to the last bits of yourself that remained raw and real, you chose to love and accept who you are even when he diminished your worth. And that drove him crazy, tickled him in places he forgot existed, reignited those memories of who his best friend once was.

“I love you.” Jeno repeats, whispering just for you, not that anyone could even hear your screams here from room 0423. No one heard you the last time, no one helped, no one cares.

“I love you too.” The tears that pour down from your upper lip could come across as tears of joy. From an outsider's point of view this could look like the happiest moment of your life. Sharing confessions of love with your boyfriend, a handsome young man who can only be described as obsessed with you, but they aren’t happy tears; and as Jeno grins, squatting down to scoop you up, you have to swallow the rancid bile rising up your throat. Laid back down on the same desk he first had his way with you on, the same place he made you shut up and take it.

It’s crazy and out of body when Jeno’s palms drag down your sides, unbutton your top and reaches under your back to unhook your bra. He’s done it many times, it’s muscle memory at this point removing your clothes. Each small drag of his fingertips feel more chilling, crashing waves of shock throughout your system. Even as he strips you nude and licks down your inner thighs you lay there stoic, gaze unwavering from where he stands between your legs taking time to stroke over your figure.

“What’re you thinking about teddy?” He coos, kissing along the tender skin lining your inner thigh. “You look like a lot is going on inside that pretty head..”

What are you thinking? You’re not thinking much of anything. Unable to process a singular thought as you watch him bend in and kiss down the center of your sternum, trailing down to your navel. There’s nothing else you can say right now, nothing else you want to say as tears collect and spill over, running down to your ears.

“I missed you, I missed you so much.”

Jeno slowly cranes his head up to find your tear-filled gaze, he slowly reaches to cup your face, slowly smiles. It all seems too slow in comparison to the breakdown you’re having. Shaking down to the tips of your fingers and toes, body wracked with sobs as he sits you up and thumbs at your wet cheeks.

“Did you sweetheart? You missed me?”

“Y-yes!” You cry out watery, throwing your arms around his waist to pull him in close between your thighs. “You left me, you didn’t come. You always pick me up, you’re always there.”

Jeno falls silent, basking in your misery, savoring the wash of success that rains down on him. He’s broken you, dropped each piece of the puzzle only to reassemble it the way he wants. Broken, fixed, he did that, made you his and only his. His hands reach under your top, stroking up your spine and cooing in your ear. “I’m always there, I’ll always be there.”

That’s his promise, that he’ll always be there for you. He’ll always watch out for you, even if it’s not in the traditional romantic way you’d dreamt of as a child. It’s still special, you’re still special to him. And that’s enough, that’s really enough. Because your body calms down, and your nose finds comfort in his clean scent, eyes falling shut as you begin to relax under his touch.

He straightens out to kiss your cheeks, smooth your hair away from your face and take in the sadness streaked across your iris. It’s sadness with a hint of hope, a hint of something he’s never noticed before. You’re finally looking at him like he means something to you, and that makes Jeno’s chest swell. Heart beating rapidly as he leans in to catch your lips and suck on each until they blister under his bites.

He never kisses you softly when you’re alone, and maybe you like that. He’s passionate and rough, takes control of your mouth and tastes through every little crevice inside. He always tastes good and lingers on your tongue for hours throughout the day, but you like that. You need to feel him, smell him, taste him, belong to him. You need him to remind you of who you belong to when you start to stray and seek attention from anyone else.

“Would you hurt me?” You asked him before, and as your eyebrows crush together while kissing him you have to ask again. Because Haechan hurt you, he hurt you so bad. Jisung hurt you, he hurt you more than he’ll ever know. But Jeno.. he can’t hurt you. If he ever hurt you, there’s no way to predict what you’d do..

“Only if you hurt me.” He says in a serious tone, pulling back to look in your eyes. “You won’t, not anymore. You love me.”

“I—I do, I love you.”

It’s final, it’s your love story. Here in room 0423, the school you worked hard to get into, the scholarship you stayed up late day and night putting in extra credit for. All of that led to this moment in time with Jeno. Led you to your destiny, to the man that loves you.

“I know teddy, I’ve always known.” Taking your hands, he kisses down your fingers from the tips, spending extra time on your knuckles, turning them to drag his lips over your palms. “I have plans for us, our future.”

Plans. Future. Whatever that means.. you’re just happy to be here with him. To let him place your hands on his cock, laugh quietly at the way your fingers can barely wrap around him. “You’d never ask me to wear a condom.” He mumbles. He’s proud of that, says it in a boisterous tone.

“Never.” You agree solemnly.

That’s the best part of this victory. You were never a simple one time fuck, you were always meant to be more. He had to break you down beyond whatever voided space sex could fill, had to ensure your only need in life should ever be him.

It’s easier to lift your legs up and prop your feet on the desk, fully exposing your core. You still whimper and hide your face, still give off a facade of not wanting it.

He wants you to watch, see every second of him filling you up from inside out. To know that your body belongs to him, that he made you this way. He slaps your thighs to get you to hold yourself open, grabbing onto the base of his cock to stroke. Free hand finding your hair to ball up in his grip and keep your neck bent down. “Want my cock sweetheart?”

Jeno shakes you by the tuft of hair in his hold, nodding your head up and down. “I know the small little dicks you let fuck you weren’t shit.”

The way your hips stutter at that and wet arousal bubbles from your hole makes his cock twitch, inching closer to pick up a dollop of your slick, spreading it up to your clit with the tip of his length.

Thankful for the rubber sole of your shoes keeping your feet in place, you moan, biting it down still out of habit. His cock is nice, thick, covered in large projected veins. The fat pink tip dips in past your clenched hole, forcing a gushing wet sound to echo throughout the classroom. It should be humiliating but your body says otherwise, squeezing out more of your arousal with each teasing prod of his cock.

He plays with you like that for a while, to get you desperate and needy the way he likes. Cockhead probbing in and out enough for the mass of his bulbous tip to disappear inside of you.

“J-Jeno..”

That’s it, that’s what he likes to hear. That shattered little way you say his name. He bends in again to lick your cheek clean, dragging his lips to your ear. “Don’t take your eyes off my cock, if you do I won’t be nice.”

That’s how he talks to you, none of that lovey dovey shit when you don’t actually want it. He talks to you like you’re dumb, like you need to be told what to do, and sometimes you do. Times like these when you relinquish all control of yourself and let him turn you into a puppet, you need to be told to speak and listen, to watch and enjoy. He’s good at that, at making you feel small when you need to.

Weakly nodding, you scoot back to get a better grip on the backs of your upper thigh, hold yourself fully open for him. It’s commemorative being here like this again, on this desk, watching him begin to slowly push his fat girth in.

His hands travel down to hold your cunt open, making it stretch even more as you take and take. It always hurts a little bit trying to take all of his length at once, a good hurt, the type the tingles from the end of your spine to your brain. Watching it split you open this up close makes the pain even more surreal, drooling from your mouth like a starved animal. Pussy drooling around his cock the more he buries in, skin pulled taut around the thick shaft.

“Do you see?” Jeno says deep and raspy, pushing in more than half of his mass already. He fingers your clit for a minute, watching your hole convulse around him. “See how damn good you take it baby? You’re so good for me.”

“Unnghhh..” you wanna kick your legs out, throw yourself on him, wrap your arms around his neck. You have to wait, be patient and watch the rest of his size push in. “S-so big.”

“Was made for you.” He says clearly, through the fog clouding your ears. “Was made to fuck you teddy, that’s why I feel so good inside of you. We’re perfect for each other.”

Hearing that makes you brain melt, dropping your head to hang only for Jeno to wrap around your throat and lift your head up, burning you with his fierce gaze.

“When you kissed Haechan,” his hands constraint around your neck, jerking your head to look at him. “Was your body still screaming for me? Is that why you missed me?”

When he says he knows everything about you he really means it. Down to the infestation of emotions crushing your soul everyday. He knows you’ll never be able to recover from what he’s put you through, you’ll always be addicted, crawling like a fiend for the next hit.

“You were thinking of me, that’s it right? With your lips pressed tightly up against his skin.” He says in the most condescending tone, dragging the tips of his fingers up your jaw while keeping a tight clasp around your throat. “Was he even worth the fuck?”

In the end, he wasn’t, your eyes tell Jeno everything he needs to know. The ache and lust, pangs of guilt muddled between. “Did he fuck you like this?”

The rest of his length sinks in, thrusting in the fat base of his cock ruthlessly, nearly losing your balance if not for the chokehold he has you in. “He’d never fuck you like this, not the way you need. Nobody ever will.”

To drive it home he pulls out completely, making your pussy gape wide open and dribble a wad of wetness out that spills onto the classroom floor. You want to agree with him, tell him that he’s right, that he’s the only one that will ever fulfill your needs now, coughing and blubbering your whimpers as you try to inhale. He fucks into you like a rabid feral wolf, plunging his cock in and out all the way to hear your gurgled scream. It hurts it hurts it hurts, it hurts so fucking good.

The more animalistic he becomes, the more your skin drips with sweat, straining to keep yourself in this position on the desk. Legs more like jelly as your feet begin to slip and your ass slides forward. Jeno only pummels into you faster, determined to rip through your womb, leave a mark on your cervix.

He grunts wildly, releasing your neck abruptly to wrap around your waist and cup your ass right as you nearly fall off the desk. Each thrust inside feels more erratic than the last, diving his cock in deeper than you’ve ever felt anything reach. He’s relentless, growling through it all, exerting power and anger as he hoists you up by your ass and your legs wrap around his hips limply.

“Fuck my baby into you.” He grunts furiously, throwing your body up and down on his cock. Hand prints bloom on your throat, dropping your head back to let out a howling moan, crying out for only Jeno to save you now. For Jeno to do whatever he wants with you.

Your cries has him laying you back on the desk, needing to see for himself how broken and pathetic you look. Hauling your thighs to wrap around him securely to not lose an inch of warmth blanketing his length. He pounds in balls deep, the clap of his sack meeting your ass resounding throughout the room wet and loud, making your legs tremble with each barreling thrust.

“Yeah? Fuck you full of my kids.” He growls, reaching for your shoulders to really lose it on you. Jerking back up the desk by each violent smack of his hips crashing down on you. It’s the crazed look in his eyes that hurdles you back into the last time, catching the faded sound of your pleading, of your denial. Screaming out no no! Over and over again, only for him to ignore you, have his way and ruin you for anyone else.

“P-please—“ you cry, squeezing around his meaty girth as much as you’re able to, feet dangling bonelessly behind him. “P-please, make me y-yours.”

It could have been this way last time, wanting him to have you instead of begging him to stop. It could have been normal, but the two of you were never destined for that. You were meant to be his as much as he was made to be yours. The wet smack of his balls turns messy, the looming broad frame mounting you losing his composure as you look up at him and more tears trail down your cheeks.

“You always look prettiest when you cry.” Jeno grits out, falling down against you to slam home a few more jerky thrusts. Cock spurting out enough cum to surely knock you up, pushing it in deep with each digging swivel of his hips and he grabs onto your chin and laps your hot cheek clean of tears.

“Might have to keep getting you pregnant after this..” he mumbles, kissing the swell of your lips. “Fuck your ass in the mean time while you’re knocked up. I know how my teddy likes it..”

It’s hot and sticky between your bodies, nodding slowly at what he says, you suck on his thumb until both of you have calmed and caught your breath.

He’s not just inside of you, he’s seeping from your pores, infiltrating your nervous system, tearing you open from inside out. Each exhausted breath he takes lines up to yours, blinking simultaneously, twitching through the aftershocks of your orgasm at the same time. He’s yours, and you are his. One soul, one heart, one love combining you.

“I love you.” He pants, reaching between your sweaty bodies to smooth his palm over your extended stomach, bulging out with his cock lodged in so deep. “I love us.”

Jeno did more than ruin your life. He destroyed everything you’ve worked hard for. Shattering your hopes and dreams, demolishing any type of independence you strived to achieve, he stripped all those dreams away.

He’s your new dream.

“I love you too.”

He hums, shifting to bracket your head with his biceps, littering gentle kisses across your wet tear-stained cheeks. “I know teddy, I know.”

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There are many ways you envisioned the future. Flying cars, trains that can get you from one side of a state to another at the speed of light, maybe even actual superheroes.

You can even recall sitting side by side with Haechan reading Uzumaki after the fight you had that brought you into each other’s lives in the first place. If you hadn’t wanted to read that damn manga so bad, if you had just shown up at the comic book store any other day. He had sat there with you, thigh pressed to yours, bangs too long and shabby, flicking up with each blink.

You thought it was nice, to like a boy, to have a crush. It was nice to go home and giggle while brushing your teeth, sent off to dream after your mom tucked you in. Haechan had appeared, the Haechan he’d grow up to be someday. The Haechan you wanted him to be someday, but the thing about dreams is they’re silly.

“I don’t believe in dreams.” Jeno says behind you, zipping up the back of your dress. “There’s more power in manifestation.”

But dreams are manifestations if you think about it, and while you dreamt of the future with Haechan, you remember it had been just like Uzumaki.

Spirals had begun to sprout up in the small town around you, driving everyone insane. Infecting each inch of surface and land, and you, you reached for Haechan as he escaped the swarm of spirals. You screamed, shouted, pleaded for him to grab a hold of your hands and save you.

And then you woke up, sitting up in your childhood bed feeling a sense of dread.

“I manifested you.” Jeno kisses your nape, fixing your hair into place. “My Teddy.”

No. He didn’t. That’s what you want to say, to let him know. He didn’t manifest you, you let him in years ago when Haechan stood there in your dream. Watched you get swallowed up by the spirals, the exact same way he watched Jeno swallow you whole. He did nothing then, he did nothing now, exactly like your dream.

It’s been a week now since you last went to class. A week now since you moved out of your studio apartment, Jeno reminding you that ‘That shithole is no place for my soon-to-be wife to live.’ as he drove you to a new apartment. Furnished, never lived in, a great view of the city, and two bedrooms.

‘Until I’ve saved up enough for a house, this will be perfect for our little family.’

He kisses your forehead and held you close, admiring the scenery outside of your bedroom window. ‘You’ll never have to worry about anything again.’

Don’t ask questions, don’t worry, just trust him.

Because he knows you’d never handle the truth without a fight. The anonymous threats he holds over Haechan’s father’s head, the thousands of dollars he’s set aside just to get you away from your childhood friend. It’s all been a part of his plan, and thankfully it worked. Of course it did, everything works out for Jeno.

“We won’t stay out too late.” Jeno smiles, reaching over to the passenger seat to tweak your chin. “You look so fucking cute in that costume.”

“I feel fat.” You mumble, poking at your exposed stomach.

“Don’t start.” He tuts, slapping your hand away. “You look like my fluffy cute teddy.”

You really do. Wearing fluffy round ears on your head, fuzzy tan brown bralette and matching shorts with a puffed tail attached. Jeno held up the costume with a huge smile, tossing it your way only a few hours ago and letting you know to get ready for a Halloween party tonight.

His costume seemed much more simple, nothing more than a Michael Meyers face mask and his usual attire. Tight black tee, fitted dark wash jeans, combat boots, studded leather belt.

You look really good too Jeno.

That’s what you wanted to say, especially after the last few weeks of falling asleep in the same bed together. You really really really wanted to say it, to tell him he looks hot, sexy, devastatingly attractive.

You say nothing though, following along with his arm around your shoulder through a throng of partygoers dancing around in their fun costumes. Fairies, iconic characters, Barbies, Bratz Dollz, cops and robbers. It’s fun really, your first Halloween party, your first Halloween party with your boyfriend.

“Water?” He hands you a cup of clear liquid, ignoring the bottles of alcohol lined up atop the kitchen counter of whoevers house this is.

“Thanks.”

He nods, directing you to a long winding staircase leading you up to an enormous hallway entrance. Rich people of course, luxurious decor, expensive paintings, every inch of this place spotless surely thanks to a 24 hour live-in maid service.

“There’s still one last thing I need to fix for you.”

Jeno walks backward, facing you with that blank faced mask on, arms prominent and flexed in the confines of his tight shirt. “That’s why we’re here Teddy.”

What could that even mean? One last thing to fix for you. Nothing can be fixed anymore.

“Come here baby.” It’s dark up here, darker in the room he tugs you inside of, immediately pinning your body to the wall, digging his fingers into your waist. “How am I supposed to keep my hands off of you?” He grunts, turning you around to press your breasts to the wall, stroking your hair aside to kiss your nape and toy with the leather choker there.

He says that offhandedly sometimes while you’re lazing around in bed after waking up. It’s so hard to keep his hands off of you, he has no idea how he’ll manage once you give birth.

That’s why you’re here, surprised he even bothered to find a room to hide you away in. Among the many things Jeno likes, he loves to show you off, love for everyone to know you are his.

He doesn’t waste time to strip your panties off, dropping them to your ankles to squeeze your ass with his heavy thick palms. Holding you apart to watch your wrinkled rim flinch and tighten up. “Not tonight sweetheart. Gotta fuck your pretty pussy, you know that. Have to make sure your womb stays full.”

He still runs a thumb across your rim, just to watch your hips jut back, so needy.

“Stay still okay?” Jeno says sweetly, pointing to the door. “And don’t look away.”

He steps back for a minute, letting the cool air circulating around the room roll shivers up your back, chewing on your lip in anticipation.

You think you hear a click, something else familiar that you can’t exactly put your finger on before the warmth of his body returns and presses against you.

“Now where were we? My poor teddy, already making a mess.” He whispers against the shell of your ear, hand slipping between your thighs to rub the wetness around that's smeared down. “Should I fuck you now? Make my teddy feel real good?”

“Y-yes..” you whine, keeping your gaze locked on the door like he commanded. It’s not good to disobey Jeno, and you don’t intend to.

“Beg for it better than that..” the weight of his size smacks against your ass, hot and heavy. Letting you know he’s fully hard and ready to fuck. “Come on.”

“Please Jeno.. wanna feel f-full..” you do your best to sound sweet, docile and small. Anything to not spend another minute without him inside of you.

“Is that all I am to you? A big cock to get yourself off on? Huh?” He seeps between your thighs, gripping onto your hips firmly. Rocking his hips forward, the clap of his skin hitting the perk of your ass resounds. Your skin sticky from body shimmer and lotion, moistening up as he ruts between your thighs.

“N-no.. love you, love your cock too.” You whimper, having to bite down on your hand to not scream when he slaps your hip and lets out a deep pleased grunt.

“That’s what I like to hear sweetheart.” Without bothering to warn you, he pushes in, pausing a little more than halfway only to savor the wet trickle of arousal drenching his length. “Fuck, that’s how much you love my cock? Dripping this fucking much already.”

“Yesyesyes!” You nod into your hand, bumping your head against the wall. Biting down harder on your fingers as impending screams rise up your throat. Muffling the one that breaks free when he pushes into the hilt.

Jeno’s cock always feels like the first time everytime, so big and fucking thick. Penetrating deep in ways that don’t even seem humanly possible. He always makes you cum, makes you want to go again even when your body needs a break.

“L-love h-how full you m-make me!” You blabber, reaching to grab onto the wall as he builds up speed and starts to thrust faster. Palms slide up your waist to fuck you the way he wants, pulling out to the tip each time and diving the entirety of his length right back in to really make you feel and take every inch.

“You love it?! You love me?” He growls, sliding one hand lower to find your clit before you’re able to respond. He knows you’ll choke on your next words, making your pussy gush out more around him as he rams up and fucks you vigorously. “Answer me!”

“Yes yes! I love you!” You wail, bounced up and down fiercely. The angle placing the tip of his cock right under your navel. “Ah! Ah f-fuck!”

“Yeah, keep fucking saying that sweetheart.” He roars, biting at your shoulder, swiping your clit side to side. Thin fingers play you like a fiddle, stroking and pinching your clit until you’re clenching around him. Toes pointed off the ground, neck tossed back in ecstasy.

Jeno reaches so deep, he fills you up so so good, he stretches you open in a way you’ve become addicted to. Clawing at the wall on the brink of your orgasm, chanting repetitive begging between your moans. He eats it all up, groans against your skin, shoving his mask off as the door opens.

“That’s it Teddy,” fisting your hair, he shoves your cheek against the wall, maneuvering your face toward the stream of light that enters. “Milking my cock so fucking good.”

Haechan’s eyes meet yours, wide and bewildered, quickly scanning from Jeno back to you. “Cum for me, let him see how you really take it baby. Show that bitch who you fucking love.”

It hurts. The pleasure between your thighs taking over your lower half as your heart pinches and aches, the two powerful emotions crashing head to head. And Jeno thrusts in hard, swiping his fingers rapidly along the sides of your clit until you’re crying out, slapping the wall with a shout.

“That’s my girl, that’s my fucking girl.” He rasps behind you, cupping your face to bite down on your jaw. Through your dazed euphoria you think that’s your broken voice spewing out a song of IloveyouIloveyouIloveyou, eyes rolled back as the cool chill washes away from your skin with an overwhelming wave of heat.

Jeno sport’s the biggest and most wicked smile, watching Haechan’s face fall. The last thing his old best friend could snatch away from his life, successfully crushing the relationship you ever had with him. He watches his old friend back away disgusted, and he cums, filling you with a hot stream of white, exclaiming how much he loves you.

“Love you so much baby,” he’s never sounded so honest, so enthralled and at ease. Drawing your waist back with his ripped arms, wrapping a safe hold around you to keep your limbless body against his. “Love you enough to give you my baby.”

His palms glide down, ending in their new favorite spot right beneath your navel. Kissing up your neck softly, murmuring about the future. “You’ll never be able to get rid of me now Teddy. We’re one now, you and I.”

There’s a hint of threat laced in his words, gently petting the area where he’s imagined a small bump will begin to show soon.

They day you met Haechan and lost him broke your heart. The day you met Jeno turned your life upside down, discovered the shattered pieces and put them back together again, finally showing you what you’ve always secretly wished for.

“I love you Jeno.”

“I know.”

#HAPPY JENO DAY🥳🩵💙🩵💙

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Pretzel (M)

pairing. alpha jeno x female omega reader

genre. non-traditional a/b/o AU, and they were roommates, pw-barely any-p, M/F, one shot

warnings. profanity, gamer Jeno, mild e2l, smut warnings under cut. minors DNI.

wc. 8k+

now playing. pretzel//nct dream

smut warnings. unprotected sex, heat sex, masturbation, oral, possessiveness, choking, biting, degradation/praise, knotting, wet messy slicked up filth

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Today is going to be a good day, because today you woke up with renewed motivation despite another restless night.

Your apartment is the perfect walking distance from work. Utilities are included in the rent, there’s an adorable bakery across the street that serves the best almond croissants, and the balcony has an amazing view of the mountains.

Not to mention rent was more than within your budget.

Nothing can ever actually be perfect though, your roommate reminds you as he steps out of his bedroom reeking of pungent Alpha scent, shooting you a wink on the way to the bathroom.

“Morning, Omega.”

Your apartment is perfect, other than one insufferable factor.

Jeno Lee moved in last week after your landlord had promised you ‘no issue’ of housing you with another Omega. No issue until it became an issue, that is.

‘You said Alphas aren’t permitted on this floor!’

Mr. Huang shrugs, blaming his son's lack of diligence. ‘Ah, I give him one task! You kids never listen.’

‘I don’t care! I can’t live with an Alpha!’

‘It will be temporary, okay? Technically he paid the first month’s rent in full along with the entire deposit before you. So unless you want to be out on the street by the end of the day, I suggest you learn to live with it. Besides, it’s not the 1900s anymore, what Omega doesn’t use heat suppressants these days?’

You, of course.

Not that you had reason to divulge your medical history to nothing more than a stranger.

‘How soon can you relocate me?’

‘As soon as another tenant moves out, it’s all yours! I’ll make a note of it right now!’

Mr. Huang, of course, failed to mention the fact that none of his current leases had less than 6 months left to go.

‘Us Alphas get a bad reputation for no reason! Anywho! Jeno seems like a really nice young man!”

“Temporary my ass.” You mutter, picking burnt bits off your breakfast. A really nice young man, or the bane of your existence.

Jeno, your new roommate who makes zero effort to shut the bathroom door before dropping his towel, leaving every inch of skin visible for your puffy half-awake eyes to take in.

Jeno, your new roommate who smirks without breaking his gaze while shutting the door enough for the latch to somehow never lock.

Jeno, your new roommate who has no qualms about how loud his moans bounce off the tile shower walls.

Jeno, your new roommate who strolls through the living room still dripping wet, scrubbing his hair dry aimlessly on his way to the kitchen to sit across from you and take a bite of your uneaten toast while scrolling through his phone, occasionally nudging into your shoulder to point out something he finds hilarious.

Jeno, your new roommate who manages to disrupt your peaceful perfection any chance he gets.

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“You don’t get it.”

“What’s not to get? You live with a sexy Alpha, and you’re terminally single. Of course I get it!” Your best friend says, clicking her tongue snarkily.

“Me being single has nothing to do with this!” You snap back, pacing back and forth through your living room. Occasionally bending to pick up the various scattered belongings your roommate never seems to put away, from different remotes for his numerous consoles to empty snack wrappers.

“Wait, these are my chips!” You snicker, turning on your heel to storm into the kitchen. “This guy has no respect for me, he thinks I’m an idiot!”

“Oh come on, don’t be ridiculous! He seemed really nice the other day when I dropped you off.”

“You met him for 2 seconds and asked me if he has a girlfriend, you have no right to an opinion.” Shifting your phone between your shoulder and ear, you begin to inspect your cabinet, noticing different items missing.

“I knew it!” You exclaim, glaring before quickly explaining that you need to hang up.

“Jeno! did you eat my ramen again?!?”

Another day of living with an Alpha, and another day full of frustration.

From your toothpaste spilling out because someone continues to lie about using it and never properly closing the tube, to your roommate carrying the faint scent of your favorite body wash combined with his overbearing zesty bergamot Alpha musk. Not to mention the amount of times you’ve noticed your groceries diminishing before you could even touch them.

Jeno has more than just an affinity for your belongings, he either had to be doing this on purpose, to annoy you, or he truly did not comprehend the meaning of ‘invasion of privacy’.

“Jeno!”

It’s Sunday, the day you both coincidentally always end up staying home. Not that you do go out for much other than for work and to complete errands— something your roommate never fails to mention when taunting you for being a stay-at-home ‘hermit’.

The beginning of your tantrum goes unnoticed, of course, because while every little thing he does manages to itch through your limbs in the most irritating of ways, Jeno could care less. Your presence never fazed him, if anything you only brought amusement to his day the more you’d stomp and reprimand him over minuscule happenings.

“Jeno!” Another shout of his name is the only warning you give before breaking into his bedroom. The crinkled empty packet of ramen gripped tightly in your hold; because why bother throwing out the evidence after eating the last pack? That would mean he gave a shit.

“Jeno! what the fuck is your prob—“

The scent of crushed up lemon hits you first before the familiar bergamot; dripping sticky bitter fruity juice between, staining everything surrounding along the way with acid. It’s more than overwhelming, locking your knees together, melting your feet to the floor, ferociously curling through your gut.

It’s not Jeno’s usual scent, it’s arousal. His usually annoying scent that clings to every inch of this apartment clouded by raw, depraved, hungry, unmated feral Alpha arousal.

The headphones attached to his head block out the sound of your shrill annoyance, computer screen in front of him displaying a video of a desperate Omega clawing at bed sheets; hurled closer to the camera filming them. Rough thrusts and a fist secured in her hair rip her neck into a painful arch, making the shot of her breasts clapping together much too clear. Tear stained cheeks glow ahead, lifted up by a smile and what you can only assume from reading her lips is ‘More! PLEASE more!’

Jeno grunts from his chest, a loud thwack of skin meeting skin blends with the thick buzz of pleasure filling the four walls you stand awestruck in the middle of, unable to convince yourself to leave and pretend this never happened.

The empty package of ramen drops from your fingers, clutching at your stomach to calm the heat that’s begun to spring, pushing lower the more seconds pass stuck in place; lost to the humid scent of your roommate’s sweat trickling down the side of his face.

Too engulfed with his need to get off, the Alpha has yet to notice you; his profile illuminated by the screen radiating the most light in his dimly lit bedroom. Hems focused, gnawing on his bottom lip with skin folded between his eyebrows, releasing short staggered breaths the faster his forearm jerks. Floppy strands of dark blue hair bounce above his sharp eyebrows, muscular arm rippling beautifully under the shadowed light the more power he exerts.

The deafening obscene sound of flesh meeting flesh draws your gaze lower, choking on a dry inhale at the sight of the tip of his glistening length.

‘This is an invasion of privacy’ you think, convincing yourself to step back without caution.

“Ughh, fuck!” Jeno’s voice rings out deep, gravelly and strained as if he’s been edging himself for hours, and maybe he has..

The realization that you’d last seen him this morning on his way to the kitchen flashes across the back of your mind.

Jeno had paused in his tracks upon spotting you stretched in a split on a yoga mat. Skin tight shorts riding up your bottom, bunched up between your cheeks catching him off guard with his foot stuck mid-air.

‘Uhh..’

Peering over your shoulder, you see his jaws half hung open, his pink lips parted with a lost gaze. ‘What?’

He didn’t respond, continuing to eye from the curve in your stretched foot up to your waist dipping in, unable to neglect a throbbing sensation starting to form inside of his sweats.

‘Jeno!’ You called out annoyed, twisting into another stretch that only arches your back deeper. ‘Do you need something?’

The Alpha straightened up, clearing his throat with a shake of his head before continuing to the kitchen, his hands mindlessly reaching for your half of the cabinet in search of something to munch on; he hadn’t had time to go to the store this week yet, and maybe your food just tastes better than his.

Fuck.

Jeno couldn’t stop himself from sneaking looks over his shoulder, struck by the way you’d gently blot your face free of sweat. The rise and fall of your chest only spurting more thoughts he knows better than to allow himself to have.

It’s been almost a month of this now, of struggling to keep himself collected each time he leaves his room to find you either glaring at him from the kitchen table over a steaming cup of coffee or bent over in some suggestive position. Whether it be with your head buried in a cabinet searching for your favorite ramen bowl that he may or may not have purposely hidden, or your stupid pilates stretches. Those stupid stupid positions you put yourself in, some he had no idea one could even contort themself into.

It wasn’t much at first, Jeno thought sure, yeah, you’re cute. Maybe you’re really cute, especially when you huff and puff around your shared living quarters complaining about your toothpaste again.

It really was a mistake the first time he used it, but the way you bursted into his room screaming about how you pay extra to maintain a pearly white smile tickled him more than it should have.

Creamy wash dangled from the dispenser of your favorite body wash, the one that blended beautifully with your natural scent and clung to the shower walls even hours after you’d already finished washing up. He swiped it off, dragging the sugary sweet white soap down the center of his chest. A spark of excitement heightened the lower he dragged, easy to imagine you there, taking your time to scrub and rub the bubbly foam over your skin until it felt silky smooth; as silky smooth as your bare arm felt against his bumping into each other in the hallway. Soft enough for an apology to get lost on his lips..

‘Sor—‘ Jeno drifted off, the area you grazed prickling on his arm. A tingle shot up his limb from the slight contact, curling his sock covered toes into the carpet while you glared and cursed him under your breath back on your way inside of your bedroom as if you felt nothing at all.

He tried to stay subtle about it, knowing you threw a fit about getting paired with an Alpha to live with, but it became more difficult with each passing day.

Maybe snatching a pair of your underwear had been a mistake, but as he saw them fall from your freshly dried hamper of laundry he couldn’t deny this must be fate. Not with how soft the cotton material felt against his nose, not with the fresh and airy scent of your wash sticking to his palms.

Maybe jerking off with a handful of your body wash hadn’t been the best idea, but he couldn’t deny how much easier picturing you on your knees under the showerhead had become, even after cumming on the wall with his face smashed against the foggy tile; sadly watching his need for you swirl it’s way down the drain.

That’s how Jeno found himself once again searching up Omega’s submitting for their Alpha on the heat hub.

Maybe he returned to the search page for roommates fucking during heats and ruts more than once, maybe he never clicked out. Especially from one particular video featuring an Omega with similar features as yours, an added bonus that she too hated her roommate much like you.

“UGH!” Another whined groan snaps you back to reality, stumbling back as Jeno’s hips jump forward, fucking into his fist faster to climax in time with the video playing.

The bend in his neck accompanied with a string of moans shatters your resilience, stepping on your own foot with the other too distracted as you step back. The small shelf near his door meets your elbow and crashes down, pouring out a pile of video games and DVDs noisily; cursing under your breath at your failed attempt to sneak away without notice.

“Shitshitshit!”

“What the fuck?!” Jeno twists fast, too fast, lunging his head back with the headphones still plugged into his computer. He scatters, speedily shoving his length back inside of his sweats with one hand as his other works to shut off the screen. “What the fuck are you doing in here!”

“I—I—“ dropping to your knees, you try to speak. Tongue heavy in your mouth causing you to stutter, aimlessly patting for the door frame to get out. A familiar pang of heat quickly surfaces, screaming for an Alpha to take advantage of you any way they please.

Jeno fumbles to stand, stopping dead in his tracks when it hits him. Stronger than his own scent, the undeniable waft of Omega slick punches through his chest, choking on a deep inhale of your body's release practically begging to be claimed.

“Heat?” He says quietly to himself, jaw slowly falling open watching you try to move away. Crawling backward with your palms on the floor into the hallway. With the little bit of strength you still have, you turn to run on your knees through the hall, coughing against the urge to stay put and let the Alpha in your presence strip you down to nothing.

Your bedroom door clicks shut just in time to catch sight of Jeno rushing out of his, stampeding over to crash against the door slamming shut in his face.

“You’re in heat??” He asks, sounding it utter awe. Licking across his lips to remoisten them, he’s still too shocked to process everything, groaning with his groin shoved flat to the door to stave off his hunger. The idea that you fell into heat because of him doing more than enough to get him off.

“Aw come on,” Jeno presses closer to the outside of your bedroom door. A smirk evident in his voice as his warm cheek drags against the chilled wood to speak near the small crevice between the frame. “All of this arguing about lack of privacy for weeks and here you are, triggered your heat because you were being a pervert? Naughty naughty.”

“Go away!” You clamber to barricade yourself in even though the doors locked, stuffing a pillow over your face to minimize the pained shriek you let out.

Jeno sighs, softly knocking his forehead against the door. “Promise I’ll be nice if you let me in, it must hurt..”

“Not in heat.” You croak in anguish, dropping your head back to suppress a cramp spiking between your thighs.

“Sure baby..” Jeno’s lips tighten, wondering how long it’s been since you last went into heat with an Alpha around; your scent’s dizzying, churning his already aroused brain to nothing but a pile of mush. “Bet it’s been so long since anyone touched you, hmm? you know you can’t get through this alone.”

“I said go away Jeno!”

The mix of your scents tastes like a drug poured onto your tongue with each struggled breath you take, burying your nose into your pillow harder to keep the Alpha’s more powerful one subdued. It’s impossible with him so close, practically seeping through your walls with each taunting word and delighted laugh he lets out.

“Liked what you saw that much, Omega?” He’s brazen now, fully digesting what this means after weeks of pining for you in secret. Jeno can barely contain a smile, momentarily grateful for the door keeping you divided. “How much did you see, baby?”

He sighs through the door, dragging his knuckles up and down, the sound of it looming above where you crouch and listen. “Did you know I was thinking about you? I always do now. Always think about your soft pretty scent, your tight ass bent over on my bed, teasing me until I stop gaming and fuck the life out of you.”

A gasp collects in your pillow, tightening your legs closer together to stop yourself from squealing as another dollop of slick pours out. The shorts you still had on after finishing your morning workout completely wrecked now. “I know you saw it, you saw everything, didn’t you? Is that what did it for you, baby? Watching me jerk off to another Omega? Did you know I had you on my mind?”

Jeno waits, chewing his bottom lip while picturing your stunned face again; silently absorbing the heavy aroma of slick you left between the hallway walls. “Come on baby, did you know I was thinking about you? Pretending my pretty roommate cried and begged me to go harder, fuck you faster and deeper like some needy Omega bitch in heat..”

Breath lodges in your throat upon his admission, caring less whether it be true or false, he knew exactly what to say to turn your insides upside down.

“Come on, open the door for Alpha.”

A minute of silence passes, and you think about it.

Jeno could help you through your heat, this living situation is temporary anyway. It’s too late to find a clinic to suffer it out at, and your heat wasn’t supposed to hit until next month. You had no time left to prepare, and if your memory serves you right— you need new batteries too.

As much as you try to deny an attraction to your roommate after daily complaints, it’s not as if you have been able to ignore how nervous his presence alone makes you.

Jeno annoys you because you like him, and that’s upset you ever since the day you met.

The tips of your fingers brush around your doorknob, pushing onto your knees with a sniffle into your pillowcase.

“Go away Jeno,” you say finally, shoving back to curl into a ball as your Omega screams to let him in.

“Fine, suit yourself and suffer in there alone all you want.” He chuckles, tapping up and down your door to create a drum that accompanies his sweet vocals. “I’ll be in my room where you found me, waiting for when you’re ready. Come out, come out whenever you want, Omega.”

Footsteps rain heavily through the corridor, beating against your ear. You sigh defeatedly, returning to press up and listen for the familiar sound of his bedroom door shutting. It takes more than a minute, the Alpha lingering down the hall in wait, expecting you to succumb and claw your way out with your hands positioned ready for prayer and beg for his help.

He sighs quietly, but loud enough to your alert senses, shuffling back to his bedroom with the door shutting but not clicking to lock.

You know he means it, it’s an invitation, precisely as he said to recreate what you caught him watching.

The better part of your conscience commends your ability to stay put and control your natural instinct that craves every inch of the Alphas skin under your tongue, but the devil you ignore clawing at your shoulder chants otherwise.

“Fuck me.” You hiss between grinding teeth, pushing your underwear down for a pinch of relief. The first touch of air-conditioned breeze rustling between your hips aches more than usual. In fact, everything aches more than usual, never once had any heat hit you this hard and left you this aroused before.

This had to be Jeno’s fault. Stupid Alpha leaving his enticing scent everywhere. Stupid Alpha pushing your buttons for weeks until you ended up here on your knees contemplating how much more of this you can take.

Delirium takes over your brain before you can even sweep your fingers between your thighs. Slick aggressively pours down the inside of your legs, sticky and wet down to the pits of your knees making everything all the more uncomfortable.

Heats had been bearable for the most part, mostly able to handle it yourself, even still showing up to work on your last couple of days with how well you managed to control your Omegas desires and stayed on top of using suppressants.

Jeno just had to show up and fuck up everything for you, with his stupid dark shiny eyes, his stupid attractive smile, and his extra stupid ripped stature that ignited a hint of fear in your gut every time he stood near you, every time his solid flesh so much as rubbed against yours.

As if your Omega could predict your next move, the devil on your shoulder cheered, encouraging you to hurry before ‘our Alpha’ grows more agitated with us.

“Useless.” Banging your head against the wall, you smear a slick painted on your hand across your shirt, shuddering as another pained moan slips out of you.

Silently pleading for forgiveness to no one other than yourself, your last shred of self-restraint evaporates, twisting the knob to collapse out onto the hallway floor. Jeno’s room seems further than ever now as your knees burn to carry you across the expanse of space separating the two of you. The journey down the hall pricks through your bones, cracking and hurting until you finally barge into his bedroom.

The Alphas exactly as you’d found him earlier seated at his computer chair, another video playing on the screen, headphones back on.

“Alpha..”

A smirk creeps onto his face before looking over to watch you miserably trudge through his room, pathetic with drool already dripping from the corners of your lips.

“Jeno..” Your knees burn and bruise against the floor, slowly crawling deeper in without strength to open the door properly. He fully expected for you to lose control of yourself and find your way back to him, on your knees again as you’d left earlier.

Shifting with his feet paddling against the floor, he swivels side to side waiting until you near close enough to clutch onto his calves, burying your digits along his sweats to hoist yourself higher. “Alpha..”

“You think you deserve anything from me? After I offered you my help so nicely?” Jeno tsks, maintaining an icy expression. Eyes narrowed and jaw locked tight to keep up his cold unforgiving composure even as you pull harder on his sweats to lift yourself between his thighs; even while you drag your face against his upper thigh panting like a thirsty pup.

“I think you owe me..” he says, sucking in a breath between his teeth, leaning his neck to one side. “How can you expect Alpha to willingly help you after treating me like this?”

Jeno continues on, pouting when you scratch at his chest. The collar of his shirt dragged down by your grip on the material to pull yourself closer to him.

“Please, please Alpha, n—need.” You whisper, pressing a wet kiss to his navel that sets a chill of heat down to his groin. The combination of your fierce grip on him and the heat radiating from your fingertips has him fighting to keep calm, slowly allowing his eyelashes to flutter shut as the scent of your prominent thick slick crashes like high-tide waves against his skull.

“What do you need?” Jeno says, lowering his gaze to pan over the distress that’s taken over your beautiful features.

“Alpha please, please don’t make me..”

The dark glints lining his iris flicker with shards of gold and reds from listening to your groveling, but not enough to break his defiance. “Why should I still be nice? Have you been very nice to me, baby?”

With a clear head you’d probably snicker, bite back and mock him in return, but with heat completely engulfing your body you couldn’t find a care to argue. A coughed wail runs from your throat, stradling the small space left on his lap to wrap around the Alphas broad shoulders and soothe your raging heart with his usual bitter scent that’s ripened, sweet as a bowl of freshly cut fruit; staining your tongue with traces of acidity on a hot summer day.

Gripping your waist, suckinghe sucks in a breath as he admires the amount of space his large hands are able to cover. Squeezing you tight as the idea of bruises and marks created by his hands showing up on your hips and thighs manifests beyond fantasy. “There there, you know Alpha will take care of you.”

Jeno pinches your chin, having to bite back his lower lip at the way your mouth wobbles; glossy gaze staring back at him pleading to be ruined. “Good Omegas know how to ask for what they need.”

“Jeno!” You whine, sniffling before a tear slips feeling more desperate and humiliated as he grasps your hip with one firm hand to stop you from grinding. “Please! I need you!”

The magic words pour from your lips, returning the Alphas hold to wrap around your waist to drag you closer; rolling his hips up simultaneously to press your bare core against his sweats forming a darkened puddle of slick upon his groin. “Smell so good for me baby, that’s all for me, right?”

There’s something akin to desperation in the way Jeno’s stares at you while saying your name, pressing the pads of his fingers in your cheeks as he waits for you to speak, to reaffirm that you need him, not just any Alpha but him.

Pawing at his chest, you slowly nod, dipping closer to inhale every bit of him. For a small sliver of his taste to meet your lips. The scent you’ve begun to grow accustomed to feels even more overpowering now, aromatic and lucid inducing; hypnotizing your hips to roll faster for any type of friction against your center.

Jeno forces your lips into a pout, allowing three breaths to pass between you before closing the small distance with his soft pink pout swallowing yours.

He kisses with equal hunger, nestled between your lips to suck and rub. The end of his tongue finding space inside of your mouth as you let out a gasp of surprise. Jeno’s big hands run down your back, kneading your ass over your shirt on the way to grip your thighs.

The Alpha effortlessly moves to stand, lifting you with a secured hold around your thighs to set you on an empty space on his desk. Warm hands roam over your body, pushing beneath your shirt to clutch onto your waist again, this time with his digits sinking directly into your flesh.

“You feel so good, so soft.” Jeno says between breaths, mesmerized by how smooth you feel. His hips rut up between yours, further smearing around the mess of slick coating his sweats.

Bending lower, Jeno lays you back on his desk, licking the spit that's ended on your chin, rubbing his nose against yours before returning to your parted lips to plunge deep inside of your mouth; tongue gliding along yours.

“Al-alpha..” moans continuously spew between strokes of his tongue, losing comprehension with another piston of his hips. The Alphas growing bulge presses stiff against your center, rubbing impatiently on your clit. “please, need you, n—need you now”

Jeno grunts, chewing your lips with his hands exploring, from squeezing your thighs and ass to tracing your shape up to your chest. He’s everywhere, mauling your mouth as he grinds harder, massaging your breasts with a strong hold, fingers tweaking your hardened buds. If not for his unrelenting will to not immediately fuck into you, you’d be sure he’s in rut.

“Need you too.” Jeno whimpers, winding the fabric of your t-shirt around your waist as a handle to grip and jam against you harder. “Need to taste you, feel every part of you.”

“Please, y-yes, Alpha please.”

Jeno nods rapidly, breaking into a sweat still fully clothed above you, large and powerful with his demanding empty thrusts that spiral up your chest, craving for more, more of the Alpha to consume you, more more more.

“Can you cum like this?” He asks breathlessly, a hint of whine singing from his throat as he bends to lick up your jaw, trailing up your ear to suck on. “Cum for me baby, wanna taste you.”

“Alpha, n-no—” his pace is unforgiving now, pushing your shirt up to stuff into your mouth muffling your moans. Jeno grunts listening to the nasty wetness between you, slick dripping down between his thighs leaving his sweats soaked. The table under you a complete mess of arousal smearing its way up to your lower back.

“Oh fuck!” With gritted teeth he pulls away to watch your chest heave, hips lifting up in desperate need. A stream of slick pulses out, squirting onto his shirt and the space under you, landing with a loud obscene splash. “Fuckfuckfuck.”

He can’t wait any longer, dropping to his knees quickly, his mouth attaches to your entrance before you can finish. Swallowing and sucking the last spurts of slick, the shock of his tongue dipping in shooting your spine rigid; bowing up into an arch with your feet scrambling to settle on the desk. “Alpha!”

Jeno groans from deep within his chest, his tongue working in and out of your convulsing heat instantly unable to get enough of the slick pouring down his throat. “Do you even know how good you taste?”

The Alpha growls between slurping slick and licking between your folds, his nose covered with a layer of wetness from dragging up and down your exposed center. The tip of it rolling your clit into a mind-numbing circle as he takes a deep breath, slick filling his nostrils leaving him with hardly any space to breathe.

“Fuckfuck.” Jeno feels out of his mind, days of jerking off to the thought of you all leading to this moment. Ravenous with hunger to swallow you whole, he sucks on your labia folds, alternating the velvety flesh with light nips and pointed licks. Fat stripes of his tongue drag from your rim to your clit, lips pursed around the bundle of nerves to make you shriek.

A repeated chant of ‘so fucking good’ between deep intakes of wet breath sounds between your moans, heated palms squeeze your hips pushing onto the backs of your thighs to lift your lower back from the desk. Jeno stays bent over driving in deeper at this new angle, his tongue pushing in and out stretching your walls purposefully.

Heat licks through your stomach when the Alpha pushes two digits in alongside his tongue, the stretch torturous as he falls into a fast-paced pump. Long thin fingers scissor way inside of you against the strain his tongue works up to, wiggling in deeper until his jaw hinges and locks. The tension in his muscle eliciting a grunt that fills your insides with toe curling vibrations.

Jeno imagines he could die with his face buried between your thighs, wondering how he went this long without your slick lathered on his tongue. His nose rubs back and forth against your clit the more he attempts to push in, slipping another finger into you.

“Jeno! I’m—fuck!” You keen, wrinkling between your eyebrows as a shout and another wave of pleasure crashes over you. White heat filled with lust blacks out your senses as climax fully hits, having to reach for chunks of the Alphas hair to yank at between wailing for him to stop.

The Alphas ears feel foggy, clouded with fuzzy cotton and the screams of your pleased moans. He works past your orgasm, tongue gliding out to only focus on your clit, striking it in repeated motion with lick after lick; long fingers gaining momentum as he buries a fourth in and jackhammers another orgasm out of you.

Your next release hits faster, his arm stiffening to push the tips of his digits against a spongy spot deep inside of you, splaying his other hand under your bellybutton with a harsh suck around your bundle of nerves.

“Jeno!”

Screams sound around the room, eyes rolling to the back of your skull with the assault from the Alphas merciless fingers and mouth. Slick rushes out viscously bursting past the digits lodged deep inside of you, coming to a still as he enjoys the stream smacking him across the face.

“Holy fuck.” Jeno sighs, licking the mess off his lips before dragging out and kissing from over your slit to your entrance, hips twitching up with a whine from the oversensitivity.

“So perfect..” the Alpha mumbles quietly, not loud enough for you to hear over your euphoric daze; still lost in heat and addictive gratification.

He’s quick to strip himself, kicking off the sweats you’ve ruined and coming to stand up straight above you, looming large and broad.

“Never seen a prettier Omega.” He flatters, holding onto your knees to keep you spread open. Another embarrassing wad of slick leaks at the visual of the Alphas built frame hovering above you, his chest defined and abdomen etched in solid muscle, inching closer to your core. “With the prettiest pussy too.”

“Alpha, fuck me already, please!” You preen, squirming in his hold. His praise only does more to heighten your impatience and despair, squirming against the desk impatiently.

“Want me that much hmm? You going to cum that hard on my cock for me too?” Jeno clicks his tongue, sucking a breath between his teeth to lessen his Alphas rage to take you right now. The thought of fucking you for the first time anywhere other than his bed not sitting right with him. Leaning over, he kisses you softly, savoring the pilant moans you share between licks across the seam of your lips. Trailing his tongue inside to twist against yours and pull, drawing your neck and waist to arch up and allow his arms belt around you.

Surprising you with his strength, he squats to haul you off the table, his bed not far off to lay you flat even with his legs shaking after staying hard for this long. Jeno can feel his last semblance of power disappear as he helps you out of your shirt, fully exposed beneath him with your face hidden and ducked against your shoulder as you flush. Suddenly shy with the Alphas dark glossy gaze taking his sweet time to scan your figure and caress your delicate curves.

“So pretty for your Alpha..” Jeno whispers, completely enraptured. Sleek eyes glazed over as they pass across every inch of skin, tickling down your sides to grab onto your hips again. The hiss you let out lets him know it hurts, bruises surely forming in the shapes of his fingers, an image to revel in until he can properly claim you.

“Alpha, fuck me.. please fuck me.” You whine more feverishly now, reaching to scratch and pinch his waist and meld your bodies closer, his thighs forming more space between your hips to settle his length against your core.

“Do you even understand what you’re begging me to do baby?” Jeno questions, lapping his mouth clean as his palm flattening around your throat. “Begging for Alpha to ruin you.”

“Wa—want you, want you to ruin me.” His grip tightens, snaking your throat with a chokehold when you plead for him to make it hurt, make it hurt good enough to remember. “Pl—please..”

“What if I need everything, what if I need every part of you?” He breathes harshly, hips rolling forward to drag his size between your gushing folds. “Will you give me that? Give me everything.”

“Everything,” tears spring free as your hands reach to wrap around his forearm, trembling head to toe with each pass of the Alphas cock from your navel to your clit, the stimulation pushing your mind deeper into an abyss of heat and desire. “I’m yours.”

Jeno’s throat jumps, cursing under his breath as he litters a path of kisses down your jaw, nipping your chin on his way to your chest. Perfectly straight pearly teeth bury into the pert mound of your breast with a growl, shaking his head to sink deeper into the fleshy meat and leave a mark. “So good, so fucking good.”

Loosening his hold on your neck, he traces upward, nestling the end of his nose along the column of your throat in search of your scent gland. His lungs lock dry and tight as he takes a deep long inhale of the sweet fragrance he’s become infatuated with; nipping at your warm skin, teasing you with the threat of marking you to be his. Threat of taking a chance to easily claim you as his mate. Sharp canines dig in enough to break the skin and leave indentations, staying still for seconds to let your scent flow down and fill his lungs.

Thrill races through your spine, having the Alpha this close to your scent gland. Arching for more movement between your bodies, your nails dig into his sculpted sides scratching down leaving viscous red lines in their wake, encouraging him to leave a mark.

Jeno sucks using more strength, raising blood to the surface on your neck in the pattern of a necklace, one for his hand to latch onto and deepen later.

“Jeno, c—can’t—” ragged breath lodges between your lungs with his palm returning to constrict your throat, fingers digging into the sides congesting your next inhale. He growls roughly, like shards of glass have ruined his vocal chords.

“You like that baby?”

Barely able to nod, your body speaks for you as another glob of slick runs down the Alphas length leaving his balls dripping wet onto the bedding. “Get so wet for me, you get wet like this for anyone else?”

“You, you Alpha.” You cry, desperately horny enough to say anything he wants at this point. Brought down to nothing but a pile of putty in his ruthless rough hands, willing to hand over your world for him to destroy.

He hums pleased, licking at the sweat blanketing his upper lip and using your throat to push his shoulders up, gawking in awe at the area you’ve drenched between your lower halves. Slick coats his thighs, abdomen shining under soft light reflecting off of him, the bed topper beneath you ruined. “You like me that much?”

He kisses at the backs of his teeth, rutting between your folds without control, losing his breath as he watches the tip of his size reach past your twitching navel with each swipe up. “Fuck, you gonna be good for me? Be a good Omega for Alpha and take it all?”

“Yesyesyes! Be so good, anything—” you blubber, coughing with your thighs clenched around his hips to lure him in. Hands scrabble on his wrist and forearm to loosen his hold on your neck, wheezing for air. “So good for you Alpha, a—anything.”

Jeno grabs a hold of his length, gripping snuggly around the base to calm himself, leisurely dragging his tip between your folds. “You’re so beautiful, baby.”

The thick aroused scent emitting off of you only grows heavier with his murmured flattery, a fresh dollop of slick bubbling out and drenching Jeno’s heavy sack. Tears cling to your eyelashes, a watery plead to be fucked echoes out, blurring past the Alphas ears when another waft of your scent spins his head into an alternate universe; mindlessly dipping the tip of his cock past your tight entrance.

“W—want you inside,” you say, fluttering your eyes shut nervously. “Want all of you inside Alpha, wanna be full of your pups.”

Jeno’s chest tightens, grinding his teeth as he inches deeper into your heat. The wet warmth makes the room spin, compressing his lungs in a way that brings him closer to what can only be described as death, and he knows he’s fucked. He’ll never be able to get enough of you after this.

“Feel you s—so deep,” you stammer, sliding a palm down to your navel to rest against the skin that’s begun to distend as the Alpha stills, head drooping between his shoulders to lower his uncontrollable moans. “Wanna feel your cum.. drip out of me.”

Jeno can’t stop himself from shouting, cursing under his breath while throwing back his head. Wet walls clamp around his size, the pressure shooting through his balls to fuck you with a renewed feral urgency.

Shifting back, the Alpha gazes down between your bodies where you connect, jaw hung loose mesmerized by your cunt refusing to release him. Your walls squeezing, milking his length to your content until he finally sees the tip only to ram forward and fall into a brutal pace.

Hunching forward he bounces you deeper against the bed, exactly where he’d always planned to have his way with you. Fuck you until you cry and beg exactly as you are now. The nonsense and pleasured sounds dripping off your tongue playing like a tune to the rapid volume of flesh meeting flesh. Sharp hips barrel against your thighs, meeting fierce enough to leave bruises in their aftermath.

“What am I gonna do with you?” Jeno whimpers, pushing his mouth against yours, melting into a messy kiss that’s more drool than lips meeting. Teeth clink together, swallowing shared breaths between failed attempts of locking lips. “How are you this perfect for me?”

The Alphas hands cup under your ass, groping to lift your bottom up and meet his furious speed. Tingles explode throughout your limbs from his praises, searching for refuge in his shoulder to hide the undeniable burn racing across your cheeks.

“Don’t hide from me, baby.” Jeno commands, pressing his nose against your cheek. “My pretty Omega.”

Raspy sweet vocals sing everything you need to hear right now, the constant mine mine mine twisting up your gut. The Alphas thick length works fast, thrusting into you at a spine-breaking pace, lifting your waist up to arch.

“Pl—please, please,” you croak, biting down on Jeno’s shoulder as a blood curdling scream tears through your chest. His cock catches on your entrance with each pull out, wrapping your legs tighter to lock your ankles around his lower back.

“What are you begging for?” the Alpha mouths at your jaw, nipping and licking sweat off your cheek.

“Fuck me, fuck me, fuck me!”

Jeno can’t believe what a slut his roommate is, already fucked stupid and still demanding more. Moving to slide his arms under your back, he sets a violent pace. The scream you let out scratching your vocal chords up, urging him to fuck you faster. Fuck you until your heat breaks.

“Yesyesyes! Alpha!”

“God,” he gasps, disoriented. Disbelief of how well you take it rocking his brain side to side. Taking it like you belong to him already. “Made for me, aren’t you baby?”

He’s fucking into you even faster, harder, every inch meticulously dragging inside of you. The room humid and hot with a combined heat building off your bodies, skin beating against yours all sweaty, sticky, covered in slick.

“Fuck baby, how are you still so f-fucking tight.” Jeno preens, his voice cracking the more you clench around. “Feel too good, feel too damn good..”

Planting you with another sloppy kiss, he straightens back to push your thighs against to chest. Weighing more on your air passage as his hips drop faster, knees bracketed around your distraught face adding to how delirious and lost you feel.

“Al—alpha.. br—..” with a lifeless sigh, you crumble. Angled perfectly to watch his length bury in and out of you. The thick size of his girth spreading your cunt open more than you’ve ever seen, breaking you to never need anyone else. No one would ever come close. “Breed me.”

Jeno’s eyes snap open, his hands squeezing roughly along the backs of your legs. He can’t stop now, not with how you gaze up at him like he’s a God. The hazy stare you focus on him, admiring the man above you so full of list, sending him toppling over the edge.

Tears, drool, and sweat spill past your lips, huffing empty breathless cries. The Alphas cock burying into you to the brim protruding your stomach out again. His massive size rearranging your insides, erasing the last shred of sanity you had with another roll of his hips.

Incoherent noises break from your parched throat, the most painful and satisfying orgasm ripping through your body, strong enough to leave you feeling brainless. Eyes rolled back as your lower half jerks, squirting aggressively enough for Jeno to nearly break into tears as he stays rooted inside of you against the pressure trying to rip past his length and push him out of the way.

“God damn..”

He fucks you through it, dragging your limp body higher up the bed as he races to completion. A gutted growl slices through the thick air around you, his knot expanding as hot white ropes painting your insides. Teeth gritted as he leans down and lays a pathway of kisses up your chest, licking over your scent gland again, more desperate to bite and have you as his mate.

The Alphas knot continues to stretch you open and grown, instinctively lulling another weak orgasm out of you the more your tight muscle pulls around him. Locked together with half-lidded eyes lazily taking in the afterglow painted over your expressions, the heat subdues enough to at least feel half-awake and process reality for the moment.

“Thank you..”

Jeno smiles, adjusting his arms to loop around your waist and position you both more comfortably on your sides until his knot deflates. “Why are you thanking me?”

“Because..” you mumble, tucking in your chin to hide as warmth rushes to your cheeks. “..I wanna be good for you..”

His cock pulsates watching your expression shift to a demure innocent one, stifling a groan by biting on his lip. He nudges your forehead with his nose, pressing a gentle kiss on your lips.

“You are the best for me.”

Jeno’s affirmations reach deep with your heat feeding off the Alphas energy, the ache between your thighs stinging again, punching through your gut. Tightening around his length as he slims down to a normal size.

“Alpha..”

“My baby needs more already?” He smiles softly, pecking away the pout you give him as he maneuvers to slowly pull out of you.

“Come on, present yourself, show me how much you want it. Show me how good you can be for your Alpha.” Jeno says with a hint of cockiness laced through his tone. Slapping your hip enough to sting and have you lazily turning over, hissing as your knees drag on the wet bedding; lowering your chest to shove your ass out with a defined arch in your spine.

He can’t believe how wrecked your cunt looks already, swollen and coated in his seed. His fingers smear the mess of your mixture up to push more inside of your hole, drawing sad little whines out. “Perfect Omega for me. Mine.”

Sniffling, you nod, swaying your hips for more even if you feel ready to pass out. “Yours.”

The Alpha sits up on his knees, slapping the underside of his length against your rim and slit creating filthy sounds of wetness around you. His cock coats in the remnants of his release and slick that won’t stop flowing out of you. “Fill you up with my pups, like my good Omega deserves.”

Sheathing back in, he lets out a guttural groan, eyes rolling back as blunt nails dig into your sides. His cock throbs against your swelled walls, wasting no time to fuck and breed you full of cum again and again. The reminder that you belong to him now never failing to sing from his lips release after release with his hands tangled in yours.

“Mine, meant to be mine.”

The Alphas aroma shifts the air around you before he can settle back into bed, humming as he plops back onto the space next to you.

“You’re not going to believe this but..” Jeno laughs bitterly, nuzzled against your side with his phone in hand. “Mr. Huang emailed about an eviction on the Alpha floor..”

“Hmm? Eviction?” You question lazily. Still drowsy with your nose buried in Jeno’s pillow to quell your heat for a moment.

“Yeah.. looks like I can move out by next week..” he trails off mournfully, clearing his throat as he locks his phone.

“Move out?? What?” those words are enough to have you shooting up to sit, hissing from the way your entire body stings. “Wht?!”

“Uhm, because you want me to move out?” Sitting up on his elbows, he cocks an eyebrow, the one he recently put a slit in that you absolutely hate(love). “Weren’t you just ranting to your friend about how insufferable and disrespectful I am?”

“See, eavesdropping is disrespectful,” rolling your eyes, you lightly smack his tight stomach, returning to cuddle into the Alphas pillow. An instant blanket of calm wraps around your limbs with one inhale as his trademark scent consumes your senses. “Do you want to move?”

“Not really..” Jeno admits, laying back down to meet you at eve-level. “I doubt a new roommate would buy the same great snacks and ramen you always manage to find.”

“Do you see how you’re insufferable?” You tut, rolling your eyes playfully.

“As long as you’re willing to live with me.. I’d like to stay.” He smiles genuinely, draping an arm around your waist to press closer. “..and maybe see where this goes..”

“This?”

“Us.”

“..when’s your next rut?”

Jeno cracks into a wide smile at that, tickling up your back to make you curl into yourself and expose your throat for him to kiss and lick.

He may or may not have made all of that up, who knows really. It’s not as if he doesn’t proudly carry the title of being your insufferable Alpha roommate without good reason.

#HAPPY JENO DAY🥳🩵💙🩵💙

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pairing. alpha Jeno x female omega reader x alpha Jaemin

genre. haunted escape house AU👻, non traditional ABO, it’s my party and I’ll cry if I want to(or bang my older brothers friends), pw-minimal-p, M/F

warnings. profanity, y/n is Mark’s younger sister, pollen induced heat/rut, smut warnings under cut

wc. 10,000+

a/n. I am drunkhazed, no need to message to tell me that I stole my own fic.

smut warnings. f*ck or die, threesome, double penetration(vaginal/backdoor), slick, knotting, loads of cum, overstimulation, unprotected rough sex. mostly pure filth.

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”Don’t think this rain is going to let up anytime soon.” Your brother calls out to you upon entering the house, followed by the sound of shaking his umbrella dry. “Hopefully it will be over by the weekend so we can still have the party.”

He smiles worriedly, reaching for your shoulder. “You had to be born during hurricane season.”

Not only during a time of temperamental unpredictable weather, but also during the spookiest time of the year. It was Hallow’s Eve when your mother pushed you out, still half-dressed up in a witch costume as she screamed, kicking the air and practically ripped apart the collar of your father’s cheaply made Spirit Halloween vampire costume; rueing the day she ever let him impregnate her, again.

“Should we plan for something else?” Mark scrolls through his phone, sitting down with a furrow between his eyebrows. “Horror nights? Might be sold out by now. Maybe a haunted hayride? We did that a few years ago though, was kind of boring huh...” he hums, snapping his fingers. “Maybe I can beg Jisung to sneak us into that new paranormal escape room. Tickets have been sold out since they opened but I’m sure if I pull some favors he’d be willing to help me out.”

“Is it really scary?”

“Shouldn’t be too bad pup.” Your brother grins, reaching to pet the back of your head. “Besides, I’ll invite the guys. You won’t have anything to be scared of with us around to protect you from all the spooky things that go bump in the night.”

Right. The guys.

The guys being your brother's best friends, the same ones that still treat you like some immature clueless puppy. It’s nice for the most part, the way they all coddle you and insist you stay their baby forever.

It’d be nicer if they didn’t feel the need to make it clear so often just what a baby you are. Acting like you are not only a year apart in age.

“What were you going to dress up as this year anyway?” Mark continues, texting his group-chat about the possible change of plans due to the erratic weather.

“Doesn’t matter I guess, my package still hasn’t made it. Might have to recycle an old costume.” You sigh, bummed that the brewing hurricane hasn’t only ruined your party but also your valid excuse to dress like a slut without a reprimanding lecture from your older brother.

“You should definitely bust out Gollum again.” He laughs, nudging your arm. “My precious.”

“Mark, I was a kid! Let it go!”

“What, a kid?! That was just last year!” He clutches at his chest offended. “That was our best costume! Do you know how hard we worked on those hobbit feet?!”

“You guys looked like idiots.”

“We did not!” He splutters, tugging on your hair. “Take that back! People still talk about how great me and Jaemin acted out Sam and Frodo’s friendship monologue.”

“Can’t believe he agreed to being the fat hobbit.”

“Can’t believe you agreed to being Gollum.” Mark laughs, adding a wink. “Well, I guess I can. That crush you had on Jaeminie back then was unbearable.”

“Shut up!!!!” You shout, nearly tackling your brother from the couch. “I did not have a crush on him!”

“Oh really? Because I believe your diary entry from October 3rd would disagree!” He runs behind the couch dodging your advances, raising his voice in pitch.

‘Jaemin presented as an Alpha today! I always knew he’d be an Alpha! Goddess he’s so handsome! I can’t handle the thought of him getting any bigger and stinking up the house with his pheromones whenever he’s over. What am I going to do, I can barely hide how much I like him already!?!?’

“Shut up!!!” You scream, lunging over the back of the couch to choke your brother out. “Shut up shut up shut up!!”

“You’ll never catch me!” Mark laughs maniacally, charging for the staircase to run and hide in his bedroom.

“You’re dead when I do!”

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“What the fuck is this?!” Your brother fumes at the bottom of the stairs, head shaking in disapproval as you flounce down toward him.

“What?”

“This costume!” He motions angrily. “What the hell is that!”

“Jennifer Check!” You say dumbfounded, rolling your eyes. “Like, duh! One of my favorite movies, you know! My costume made it on time!”

The front door pushes open right as you spin to show off the purple and yellow cheer costume, mini-skirt twirling around your hips showing off a pair of snug fit panties adorned with the words ‘I KILL BOYS’ across the backside.

“Woah.” Jeno stutters, falling against Jaemin’s side where they both stand, mouth agape and wide-eyed in disbelief.

“The fuck are you pervs looking at!” Mark smacks the two of them across their chests, grabbing one of his jackets from the coat hanger nearby to throw at you. “Go change! You can’t wear that!”

“What?! Don’t be a jerk!” You snap back, throwing the jacket at his face. “It’s my Birthday!”

Jaemin steps forward to grab Mark’s arm and tug him back. “Come on dude, it’s just a costume. Besides, it’s cute..”

“You would say that.” Mark mumbles, shoving his friend off. “When you’re freezing your ass off out there, don’t come running to me for my hoodie.” Your brother grunts again, headed to the kitchen with Haechan and Jaemin in tow.

“You can always borrow my hoodie.” Jeno grins, approaching you with open arms. “Happy Birthday, or well, early Birthday.”

“Thanks Jeno.. Mark can be a real dick sometimes..” you mumble, squeezing around the Alphas waist to tighten the embrace.

“I think he’s just doing his duty of fulfilling your protective older brother role.” Jeno’s palms smooth down your back, cupping your waist. “For what it’s worth, I love the costume.” Taking a step back he gives you a once over, slowly nodding. “Jennifer’s Body, great movie. Not quite a final girl though, but..”

“I thought about that, but since none of my friends want to battle this hurricane and it’s turned into an all boys party again,” you turn around, flipping the back of your skirt up. “I’d say my chances of surviving are pretty high.”

Jeno licks his lips, biting back the urge to smile. “You got me there.” Reaching for the chain on your neck he draws out the crystal Evenstar pendant hidden between your chest. “You’ll spare me, right?”

The Alpha strokes over the design, smiling as he remembers your last Birthday when you cried about dressing up as Gollum. “You should have done Arwen this year.”

“Without Aragorn?”

Jeno’s gaze drifts back to yours, setting the pendant in place to sit on your chest nicely. “Well..”

“Alright, let's start heading out before this rain picks up.” Mark interrupts, barging back out with a backpack full of snacks for the drive. “Jisung texted, they just let in the last group of the night to enter the escape house, by the time we get there it should be ready to go for us.”

Jeno clears his throat, patting away the sweat collecting on his palms. “Yeah, sounds good, let's grab our umbrellas from Haechan’s car just in case.”

“Passenger seat for the Birthday girl!” You squeal, waving at your brother's friends. “The three little pigs in the backseat!”

“Heyyy!” Haechan snickers, swatting the air behind you as you run past.

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“Stay close to me pup.” Mark pulls on your elbow, shooting a glare over his shoulder at his friends.

“You know escape rooms work better if we all separate and try to find the clues on our own.” Haechan laughs, shaking his head and throwing a thumb in Mark’s direction. ‘This guy.’ He mouths.

“Isn’t rule number 1 to not separate?”

“This isn’t a horror film Jeno, it’s a game.”

“What do you think Saw was?!” Jeno’s arms flail, bumping into Jaemin’s side. “I wanna play a game?!”

“Haechan’s right.” You sigh, tugging yourself free from your brother's grip. “The timers started already, we need to work faster.”

Mark frowns, pulling off his jacket to throw over your shoulders. “You look cold.”

“Oh my God, what happened to not sharing your jacket with me huh! You’re so annoying! It’s Halloween!” You screech, shoving it back at his chest.

Haechan snorts, patting his friend on the back. “You know, we’ve seen her in less than that.”

“I’ll fucking kill you dude.” He growls, lunging at his friend's neck. “Don’t talk about my sister like that!”

Jeno and Jaemin let them grapple, watching with half-amused half-annoyed expressions as their friends fall to the floor tackling each other.

“You guys think this is a hint?” You nod to a pile of photos, all containing different guests that have passed through the rooms caught off guard with mouths wide open screaming. “They haven’t taken our picture yet, maybe it happens in this room.”

“We have 7 minutes left.” Jaemin moves next to you, snapping his fingers to a camera tripod set up in a corner. “Maybe we are the ones who have to take the picture.”

Jeno opts to continue searching for clues, moving down onto his knees to get a look under a couch against one of the walls. “The riddle said something about letting your worst fear consume you.” He crouches lower, coughing at the dust that lifts as he reaches and pats around coming up empty.

“I hate clowns.” Jaemin mumbles, working on figuring out how to set up the old camera.

“Clowns?” You snort, anxiously moving closer to the taller, pretending to care about the camera. “Didn’t think you’d have a fear of clowns of all things..”

“Why not?” Jaemin smiles, avoiding your gaze as he continues to tinker and focus on an area to point the lense toward.

“I don’t know.. clowns aren’t scary..”

Jeno pats off his legs, neither of them wearing much of a costume besides masks they’d pocketed once entering the escape house, claiming it was too hard to see anything. “Remember that movie Cujo? Shit had me terrified to go near a dog for years when I was a kid.”

“Dogs?!” Both you and Jaemin respond abruptly, falling into laughter together. The tension evades your limbs as you lean onto his side and wrap around his arm.

“You can’t be serious!” You say, wiping at the moisture pricking the outside corners of your eyes. “Geeze, clowns and dogs.. here I thought Alphas were supposed to be tough and fearless.”

Jaemin scoffs, flexing the bicep wrapped in your hold. “Hey! A lot of people are scared of clowns!”

“Can’t lie, I’m feeling pretty tough right now, my biggest fear is probably like a demon entity that’s decided it wants my soul specifically.”

Jeno’s mouth opens, shutting and closing again before speaking. “That’s uhm, dark?”

“Understandable.” Jaemin shrugs. “Why don’t the two of you go pose like a demon just appeared out of thin air to suck the soul out of you like some Dementor.”

Jeno moves to stand next to you, pointing past where Jaemin stands behind the camera. “Over there!”

The other Alpha runs into the shot just in time for the flash to go off and capture the three of your fright filled surprised expressions, ejecting the photo onto the floor beginning to develop.

“Guys, the door!” Jeno says loud enough to grab Mark and Haechan’s attention on the other side of the room. The two glancing over confused from the puzzle they’ve been working on for the last few minutes. “It’s opening!”

He rushes forward, motioning for the rest of you to follow after, an impending beep beep beep emitting past the speakers above as you make way into the next room.

“Guys, hurry up!”

“We’re coming! We’re coming!” Haechan shouts, stumbling to stand and grab Mark’s shoulder to pry him up.

“Shit,” Mark misses a step, tumbling back to his knees. “Ah, fuck!”

“Dude!” Haechan shrieks, turning back to watch the door begin to slide shut with three sets of eyes peering back at him full of worry.

“Hurry up!” Jaemin screams, rushing to push against the thick metal sliding down.

“Jaemin!” Jeno draws the younger Alpha back to his chest, using his weight to pull him away from the slam of the door locking into place.

The slam of the door sounds final, more ominous as darkness pours over the room before the slam of bodies bang into the opposite side; power buzzing off with the clink of a lock setting into place.

“Guys?!?” Spinning around you begin to panic, unable to find either of your friends without the help of light.

“What’s happening?!” You fret, slapping the door that's shut behind you. “Mark?!?”

“I’m here!” He calls back, throwing his side against the other side. “Fuck!”

“Was everything supposed to shut down like that?” Jeno asks, patting around the room for a switch.

“Fuck, wish I had my phone.” Jaemin follows his lead, gingerly tapping along the shelves set up against one of the walls and cursing about the ‘no phones allowed’ rule. “Wait, I think I found a flashlight.”

A click illuminates the room, shining around displaying nothing much abnormal. A few chairs, cushions, and boxes stacked together in one corner. The shelf holding a variety of items from DVDs to books to sculptures.

“Is it me or is it kind of..” Jeno tugs on the collar of his shirt, gaze skirting around quickly in search of a vent. “Humid in here? I feel sticky already.”

Jaemin nods, shining the light on the boxes. “Yeah, it’s stuffy in here.. uh..”

Mark continues slamming into the door, calling out for help. A worried murmur following from Haechan. “Did the power seriously just cut out? Like, this isn’t part of the game dude??”

“Hey, Jeno… come here..”

Jeno’s eyebrows perk up, walking over to where Jaemin stands searching through slew of boxes. “What is i— what the fuck..”

“Wh-what room is this?” Jaemin stutters, peering over his shoulder where you still try to pull the door open. “What are we supposed to do with this?”

Jeno swallows, head throbbing hard enough to make his eyes squint shut, blinking away beads of sweat beginning to roll down his forehead. “I don’t feel..”

Jaemin dry swallows, shutting the lid to open up another box. This one at least offers more, a box full of masks, unlabeled pills, cloths and fresh water bottles. “You think this is safe to drink?”

“Mark, I can’t anymore.” You sound breathless behind them, palms slapping down weakly one last time before sinking to your knees before the door. “I feel hot.”

Jeno’s instinct shouts at him to help you, waving off Jaemin to squat down by your side and place a palm across your forehead. “Shit, you’re burning up.”

He cleans the back of his hand off on his pants, grimacing at how soaked his forearm looks, shirt clinging to his chest. “Maybe it’s me actually.”

Jaemin pants, shaking his shirt away from his chest the more it begins to cling to his skin. “The hurricane must have killed the power, I don’t think the air is working.”

The three of you fall silent, quietly listening to the barely there soft blow of air coming from somewhere. Shining the flashlight up to the vent, Jaemin squints, blinking away the sweat clumping his eyelashes together. “It’s not coming from there..”

Jeno shares a look with him, setting a finger on his lips to keep their voices down as he crawls around the room to find the source. Approaching the shelf, he pulls away a pile of books, coughing and falling back as a waft of strong dust flies at his face. “Jeno!” Jaemin runs over, coughing and waving away the air to help his friend. “What the fuck is that?!”

“It’s—“ you sit up on your knees, head heavy, dropping you to hold yourself on all fours.

“It’s pollen!” Jeno shouts, eyes wide and crazed, turning to bury his face in Jaemin’s chest to keep down a growl. “We have to get out of here!”

Jaemin panics, grabbing onto his friend tighter to pull them both away from the now fully uncovered hole pumping out endless waves of dizzying scent, circling them both and instantly weakening his will to move. “I-I can’t.”

Jeno bites down, face drenched in sweat, gathering at his chin in large droplets. “We have to get away from her!”

Jaemin can hardly hear his friends' screams over the overwhelming sound of his racing heart, each breath deeper than the last. Each inhale more crucial to his system, pumping toxic oxygen through his veins and overtaking his mind.

“We’re getting help pup!” Mark calls out again, sounding more pathetic than usual. “I’m going to get you out of there okay?! I promise!”

“Mark..” you cry, falling flat on your side out of breath. Pupils fully blown out covered in gold as heat engulfs your every sense, soaked right through your Halloween costume. “I feel..”

The smell of arousal hits the two Alphas next, punching them across the face both hard enough to snap their necks, awakening feral need to impale an Omega on their cocks.

“The box.” Jaemin gasps, covering his face with one hand and letting the flashlight in his hold fall, rolling around shining light around the room. “The chains.”

Jeno follows after him in a rush, pulling his sweat soaked shirt up to cover his nose and mouth. It’s useless, the pollen already integrated with their biology, shaking its way through their limbs and bones.

“We ne-need to..” Jaemin struggles, teeth chattering as he reaches for the box he shut just minutes ago, pulling it down with the tips of his fingers. The loud clatter of chains, ropes, sex toys and boxes of condoms spills across the floor, now making complete sense. “Jeno, tie me up. I… you have to tie me up.”

Jeno shakily reaches for one of the ropes, dropping it with an anguished moan at the first throb passing between his thighs. The pollen fully absorbed into his lungs from meeting it face on, he falls face first with a loud thud, chest beating wildly. “Jaemin, t-tie me.. me first— I—can’t.”

“Jisung’s here!” Mark calls, knocking the door happily.

Haechan runs back into the other room with their friend, both out of breath from racing their way back through the dark, using the employee route on the way back.

“What the fuck is this Ji?!?” Mark’s enraged tone is hard to miss even between walls, followed by a mumble of panic and worry.

“The power died, news is saying it could be hours..”

“So what?!? There has to be a way to open this door!” Mark shouts back, face full of heat and anger.

Jisung’s mouth falls, reaching to scratch his neck nervously. “I can’t go in that room.”

“What the fuck do you mean you can’t!”

“It’s the..” Jisung swallows, pulling out a map to hand to Mark.

“Sex pollen?!” His eyes widen, nearly popping out of their sockets before turning back to kick at the door. “If either of you assholes fucks my sister, I’ll kill you!!!”

Your brother's threat has Jaemin working faster to tie a knot around his friend's wrists, completely avoiding your existence by the room entrance despite the thick taste of slick filling his mouth. “Come on Jeno, we have to work together.” He says frantically, licking away the bats of sweat trickling from his upper lip.

“Alpha..”

The air stiffens, hard enough to shatter like glass if either of them were to take another breath. The two freeze in place, trembling with their hands gripped around each other deadly tight as the most beautiful helpless moan dances through their ears.

“Alpha, I need you.”

Jeno manages to somehow get Jaemin’s arms chained together behind his back, struggling as he fumbles with a pair of handcuffs to attach on the other and keep them locked together- at least for as long as their bodies will allow.

“Jeno..”

Your voice licks at his ear, back going stiff as his lips twitch and he nearly breaks down into tears. Every demand to control himself grows more distant, fading away past the chants to fuck, claim, breed and mate.

“Jeno!” Jaemin’s raspy shout cuts through him like a blade, falling forward in a daze as his canines burn as if the pollen has seeped into his brain and began to flow with the blood rushing through each of his rapidly pulsating veins. “Don’t! You can’t!”

“Alpha, please.”

The call beckons him to lift his head, lips coated in a thick layer of spit pouring freely the more he falls victim to the crushing need to give in to his primal desires.

“Alpha.” The land of your palms against his chest has him lurching up straight, neck going ramrod with wide-eyes at the realization of your lack of distance, having crawled your way closer to capture him. The loosely tied rope hanging off his wrists uselessly, easy to free himself from. “Need you, it hurts—it hurts Alpha.”

Jeno struggles to swallow, the lining of his throat blanketed with a molasses thick layer of saliva, making it harder to breath and forcing him to wheeze as he meets your blown-out gaze. “C-can’t, we can’t.”

“Jeno! Listen to me!” Jaemin shouts, mostly barricaded away by the fog thats begun to stuff the olders ears. “You have to resist! It’s the pollen, she doesn’t know what she’s asking for!!”

“Alpha..” your voice breaks past the piles of cotton stuffing his ears, managing to squeeze your way past his lack of sense as Jaemin fails to.

Jeno wants to tell you to stop, he wants to push you away as gently as he can, wants to control himself, but as you make the next move forward and settle onto his lap, he can’t find himself anymore; he’s gone. Lost in the delirious magic of your high potent arousal.

“Jeno!” Jaemin audibly struggles behind the two of you, neck twisting to watch you push down onto Jeno’s lap and circle his shoulders, the Alphas neck limp as he leans forward, forehead crashing against yours. “Jeno! Think clearly! Try to think!”

Jaemin cries between his screams, fumbling around with the chains and handcuffs the older had managed to lock shut just a minute ago, his chest aches; screaming with something akin to jealousy that he wishes to ignore and shove aside. He should’ve contained the other Alpha first.. Jeno got hit with the pollen hardest..

“What was I thinking..” he sighs, forcing his eyes shut to look away from the first roll of your hips landing down against his friends. Jaemin bites back a growl, head dizzy the more he tries to work through the jumble of thoughts racing past him.

Mark will kill you.

Fuck his sister.

Fuck her now before Jaemin can claim your Omega.

Jeno can’t tell anything apart in the room anymore, the only clear vision in front of him is you. If not for the incessant need to feel every inch of your flesh he’d move slower, he’d move faster if not from his own exhaustion and resistance still struggling to bring him back.

“Jeno..”

“Omega.”

“Yes.” You gasp out, clawing at his chest for some type of contact. Everything burns, from the blood pumping through your veins to the heat raging through your nerves; screaming through your bones to have your Alpha, to consume every bit of him.

“Want me to fuck you?” Jeno hisses, head spinning as your scent invades his nostrils and takes over any minor hint of sense he possibly had left.

“Jeno, no!” Jaemin fights to unlatch himself, the flesh lining his wrists cut through with each pull and cry he lets out the more he fails to get free. “Don’t!”

The Alphas cock thrums, aching up his chest with a pained howl swarming his mind. The pollen awakening his feral instincts, shouting at him in anger to not let another Alpha have you before he can.

“Is that what you want?” Jeno clutches onto your hips, rutting you down against the stiff lump protruding from his crotch, panting along your lips that part open the faster he works you down.

“Inside,” you breathily gasp, flushed by the heavy want and need to press flesh to flesh. “W-wanna feel you inside.”

“Ah, fuck.” Jeno rocks your hips down urgently, ass lifting up to push harder against the seat of your underwear. Wound up too tight to stop himself, he manages to maneuver you onto your back with quick speed, still humping erratically between your thighs for some type of friction. “Fuck, I can’t.”

The Alpha jerks once, twice, neck strained back in arch leaving the veins lined up his neck on full display for your Omega to salivate over, canines aching to dig in and mark him up. With tight lips he grunts, circling down against the now wet fabric of his boxers, soiling through his jeans as release spurts out and makes a mess between his cock and underwear.

“Alpha?”

Jaemin scoffs loudly, chains rattling with another curse as he shouts to be let free. “You can’t even get your pants off before cumming!”

Jeno grimaces, ducking down to kiss your chin apologetically. “Alpha please, need your cock, need it inside.”

God, your begging can make his head explode, crumbling as he litters searing pecks down your throat and licks over the pendant splayed on your chest. “Wanna be inside you.” He pants heavily, gliding beneath the cheerleader top keeping your breasts hidden, scooting the material just high enough to expose the hardened tips of your nipples for his thumbs to flick and press down on.

“Alpha!” Screeching and arching you, you writhe under his hold, lengthy palms swipe up your sides, cupping your chest to bounce up as he bites down a moan and grinds harder against the soaked material of your panties.

“Unchain me!” Jaemin’s shouts grow lost the more the thick scent of your sweet slick wraps around Jeno, opting to replace a hand on your breasts with his mouth in favor of finally reaching down to unbutton and tug himself free.

The Alphas lips encase your nipple, tongue lapping roughly as if he expects something to trickle out. Already envisioning the sweet nectar of your lactating breasts after he fills you with enough seed to ensure you carry his pups. Without a clear mind to process a thought beyond fucking and breeding, Jeno tugs at his wet cock, shoving your panties to the side with the same cum covered hand before slapping the thick length against your already swollen slit.

“Please please please!”

Jeno growls, gliding the girthy meat between your blood filled cunt, the arousal hot enough to scorch around him, making his chest flutter with fear and hunger. “It’s all for you.” Hauling one of your thighs up, he leans in to lick across your upper lip, puffing wheezed breaths as the tip of his cock prods at your entrance.

“Alpha, Alpha!” The pathetic cries you let out as he works into your tight heat has his eyes rolling back, cock throbbing enough to feel each tremor pass through his limbs.

“Fuck fuck fuck.” Jeno groans, eyes clenched shut when he hits obstruction and the weight of his heavy balls slaps against your ass. “Oh fuckkk.”

“Alpha,” you sigh dreamily, mouth hung open covered in drool. “Feel s-so good, feel so big.”

Jeno’s forehead presses to yours, sweat slipping your skin together and pushing his nose to dig against yours. “It’s you, so fucking tight.” He emphasizes with a pointed thrust, inching out to the tip only to feed his cock back inside much faster and pick up the pace until your hole finally gives around him and he can fuck into you with a renewed ease. “That’s it, relax for me baby, you like that? Like how my cocks pounding into you so fucking good.”

“Jeno,” you gasp, lower back arching up with each expert thrusts. The Alpha more experienced than you, evident by the way he takes control and fucks you harder without having to beg for more. “Love it—love your c-cock.”

Jeno fucks into you even harder at that, dripping with sweat as your bodies run together chasing the highest high, mind numb with nothing but the desire to feel his cum shoot out deep inside of you. “Louder.” He smacks your thigh, the clap thunderous throughout the room, forcing Jaemin to twist up from the floor in seek of his own pleasure.

“Asshole.” He cries, tears streaming down his cheeks as he breaks and watches the two of you lost in the animalistic desire that has you fucking like two feral blood thirsty wolves in heat. It’s enough behind his wet vision to tune the other Alpha out and focus on the euphoric pleasure that's taken over your usually innocent angelic face.

“Love your cock!” You whine, face wrenched up as you turn away and your head bounces back from the overwhelming sensations racing through you. “Love it so—so much.”

“Fuck yeah.” Jeno groans, beginning to lose rhythm as his hips stutter and he pulls out completely one more time, quickly punching back through your tight heat in one go just to feel you clamp down around his cock to a suffocating point. The Alphas everywhere, arms encasing your head as he leans in and licks down your cheek to capture your lips, balls tightening up letting him know he’s close. So close to filling your womb with cum, fucking faster and faster even as you pulse around his length and jostle under his punishing thrusts. Pussy milking his cock dry as you hit climax and grip around him mercilessly.

The kiss grows sloppy, weight dropping down as he sucks your bottom lip in and circles his cock deep inside until the last white string shoots out. “You okay?”

Jeno pants loudly, clothes heavy on his back now drenched by sweat. He waits for you to nod before pulling out with a hiss to fall by your side and allow his eyes to fall shut for just a minute, a minute to catch his breath. A minute too long as you already find yourself crawling to Jaemin, ripping at the cheerleader top halfway up your torso.

The Alphas gaze lifts to yours excitedly, licking his lips as he shakes his head awake after seeing white as he fucked up into the air and came inside of his pants. “Alpha.” You say in the most seductive tone he’s ever heard, better than music to his ears in this hedonistic state.

“Pup, help me.” Jaemin sounds shattered, voice raspy as if sandpaper scrubbed his vocal chords. “My hands.”

The scent of his release punches into you, scrabbling up his thighs to remove his pants from hiding him away. “Alpha, need more, need you.”

“Please puppy,” he grits, thighs trembling under your eager hands, hips twitching up. “Please get my hands!”

The tormented whine he lets out steals your focus long enough to show concern, nodding as you scoot in closer and reach around to his back in search of the chains latched together.

“Need to t-touch you.” He whines pitifully, helping you by shaking his forearms weakly with each unravel of the chain. “Need to—“

Jaemin lets out the loudest blood curdling howl, finally able to roll his wrists around, he pounces up to settle on his knees, hoisting you by the waist to be manhandled onto all fours. “Just like that.” His large palm closes around the back of your neck, pinching the skin taut until you mule and whimper, arching back showing off the obscene mess you’ve made.

Jaemin snarls at the sight of another Alphas cum smeared all over your underwear, quickly digging his sharp nails into the material to tear them off, the seams ripping apart nastily loud, pulsing terror through your nerves. “Let him fuck you before me?” He growls, leaning over your back and landing a strike to your ass.

“You’ll let anyone fuck you? Slutty Omega, any cock would satisfy you.”

“N-no Alpha,” you squirm, buttcheek stinging for less than a minute before another whip-like slap lands. “Ahh!”

“Don’t lie to me, Omega.” The Alpha grunts, sparing your ass from another hit to work his pants down and flip your skirt up, sad excuse of underwear(that you paid extra for) left shredded into pieces nearby. “No fucking point, I’ll fuck you the way you deserve.”

Jaemin wraps around his length, swiping through the wetness covering your inner thighs as he works up to your slit and pushes between your swollen soft folds. “Fuck you like I found you out in the wild, pussy leaking everywhere begging to be claimed.”

“Yesyesyes! Alpha, take me!”

“So fucking wet.” Jaemin rasps, wrapping your hair around his fist to pull your neck up and attach his lips to your jugular, softly teething at the vein pumping fiercely against his tongue. “Don’t move, or I’ll really make it hurt.” He says between kisses, licking at the sweat dangling from your jawline.

The Alpha shoves up, keeping the hold on your hair tight as his arm extends to push your chest to the ground, hips ramming against your supple ass. “Present.”

A gurgled sound of agreement leads your hips to push open, ass lifted high as you spread apart, placing your soaked cunt perfectly under the dim streaks of light coming from the scattered flashlights. “Good girl, keep it exactly like that for me.”

Jaemin slaps his length between your thighs a few times, biting down to keep his moans at bay. “Omega with the prettiest pussy, how’d I get so lucky?” He mumbles, head spinning this close to your sugary sweet scent.

“Ah, p-please—ahhh!” Without wasting another second he slams in, finding lack of resistance thanks to the amount of slick spilling out of you, and maybe because someone else was too greedy before he had the chance.

“That’s it, take all of it.” Jaemin says, lapping at the saliva slipping from his plump lips and grabbing a firm hold on your hip with one hand while keeping your head twisted painfully. He begins to pound fervently; turning just in time to catch Jeno’s eyes fluttering open, irises blown out red full of hunger. “This is what you needed, Omega? Feel that pussy nice and stretched around my cock? Tell me.”

“Y-yes!” You sound near death as you shout, fucked into like nothing but a cocksleeve to fuck for his own gain. Jaemin growls, tugging your hair to turn your gaze to Jeno’s.

“Say it.”

“N-needed,” you wail, cock sliding in and out of you easily, copious amounts of slick rammed out with each pump of his length pushing in deep. The wetness claps through the room, drenched thighs shaking form the force of the Alphas weight slamming down. “C-cock, needed!”

“Say you needed my cock.” Jaemin says in a lowered strict tone, scooping around your waist to pull you back onto his cock even faster.

“Yours!” You shriek, the Alpha squatted over your back with his feet flat to the floor to gain power. Jeno’s lip curls, pushing up to sit and throw off his sweat soaked shirt. “Yours Alpha! Ahh fuck!”

He sighs, cock aching already from listening to your pretty sounds, even if he’s not the one receiving them.

“Pussy so fucking good.” Jaemin grins at the other Alpha, drawing his cock out inch by inch to admire the thick gloss of slick stained up to his abdomen. “How am I supposed to stop fucking you now?”

Jeno rolls his eyes, moving closer to slap Jaemin’s hand away from your hair. “Sweet little puppy, you’ll do anything for some dick.”

He snickers a bit, forcing a soft smile when you blink up clearly lost to the feeling of being stuffed full again and again. “You close baby?”

“Pussy’s gripped around me so tight,” Jaemin adds, fucking at a punishing fast and strong pace.

“Y-yes,” you slur, finding comfort in Jeno’s palm gliding over your cheek. “Wa—wanna cum!”

“You cum when I tell you to cum.” Jaemin says despite your consistent whines, slamming down hard enough to have you slip on your knees, pushed belly flat to the floor to be used as nothing more than a fucktoy.

“Alpha! No, please!” You kick, screaming through grinding teeth. Jeno glares at the younger, snaking his free hand under your hips to find your clit and pinch the bud between two fingers.

“Shh shhh, it’s okay puppy.” He says sweetly, watching your eyes roll back leaving nothing but whites behind. “Don’t listen to him, cum for me.”

Jaemin’s hips barrel down even faster, enraged that the other Alpha has the audacity to touch you. “If you cum, I’ll punish you worse than this.” He says in a deep low registered growl, colliding down against your ass hard enough to bloom bruises tomorrow.

“It’s okay baby, cum for me.” Jeno repeats, thumbing away the tears tracking freely down your cheeks, dick throbbing the more his hand gets drenched with slick.

“Alpha—I—I,” your eyes roll up, empty of thought as gold coats across any color, fiery and wide, lips parted in a silent scream. Jaemin curses behind you, struggling for a moment to push through the ruthless clench of your heat, he fucks through your orgasm even with slick shooting out around his length making it harder to fuck you fiercely.

“Shit.” Jeno salivates, licking at his lips repeatedly as his hand draws free from under your collapsed weight and takes in the arousal that slid down his forearm.

Jaemin’s movements turn erratic, slapping sweaty palms down on your upper back for leverage to keep going even as his release approaches; lost in the depths of his own nonsensical pleasure. “O-oh shit!”

The Alpha stutters, letting out a high-pitched sound similar to a wounded puppy, hips hitting with finality as he finally lets go and shoots drop after drop of cum deep inside of you.

Breathing becomes harder with Jaemin’s chest landing against yours, slapped over and over again by the older Alpha to move. “Get off of her.”

“Ah, fuck you.” He mumbles, biting down on his lip as he slips out, half-hard cock landing against his pelvis softly twitching. “Damn.” His head reels for a minute, calmed momentarily. Coherent thoughts pass by, blinking slowly at the ceiling as he takes in deep inhales of pollen filled air and quickly succumbs to the desperation, the need to be inside of you again.

“Jeno,” you whimper, reeling from being fucked back to back.

“More?” He asks, taken aback but also not surprised, his own arousal spiking up at mere glimpse of you.

Nodding, you turn lazily, cupping to cover your mound to hide. “H-hurts..”

“That’s fine.” Jaemin speaks up, moving next to his friend with a grin as he kneads your ass, lifting your buttcheek to get a good look at your hole. He bends forward, swiping two fingers between your pert mounds, circling over the rim. “Jeno got to fuck your first..”

He says, peering over his shoulder at the Alpha with a mischievous glint in his eye. “I’ll make it feel good, puppy. Real good.”

Shivers run up your spine, Jaemin pushing his way closer to hold your ass apart with his lips pursed together, dropping a wad of spit just to watch it dribble down your rim. “Want it?” He asks, digits digging into the meaty flesh of your bottom.

“Alpha..” your hole pulses, winking enticingly, answering for you as he surges in and runs his tongue across the wrinkled entrance.

“No time for all this,” he says between huffed breaths, setting a searing kiss on your rim. “Sorry angel, promise it’ll get better.”

Confusion draws your eyebrows together, manhandled up for your back to lay against the Alphas chest, pushing between your thighs from behind he rubs between to gather up the wads of slick continuously pouring out, cock dripping with the thick cream. “Ready?”

“Unghh..” lifelessly, you shake your head, unsure what he’s even asking. Jeno moves in to take a hold of your waist.

“Slow, give her time to adjust..” he says in a low warning, already imagining the younger to brutally fuck into you as he already did. “Don’t hurt her.”

Jaemin mumbles a curse, stroking the slick up and down his size and smearing the rest over your rim. “She can take it, she’s a good Omega.” He whispers, gaze directed to your lower halves with focus on the tip of his cock nudging at your rim. “Isn’t that right angel?”

Heavy breath fans Jeno’s lips, watching your eyes widen at the first inch pushing past your viscously tight rim. “Shh shh, it’s okay.”

Cupping your chin, he kisses lightly across your upper lip, stealing the pained moans passing through with a firmer press. Jaemin groans gravelly behind you, holding your ass spread apart to ensure the best view of his cock stretching your hole open.

“Fuck, that’s too good..” he whines, teeth grinding together the more his cock disappears. “What a good slut, hmm? Taking Alphas cock anywhere.”

Jeno can’t help but rut against your hip, growing more hazy with the vibrations of your cries tracing past his tongue. “Can I fuck you too?” He asks desperately, nose rubbing against yours sweetly. “Please?”

A light nod gives him enough answer, thanking you with a firm kiss and tongue massaging around yours. “The best Omega for us.”

Jaemin grunts to agree, pushing in balls deep with a shout, neck stiff and rippling. The tight clamp of your ass has his thighs shaking, heavy hands smoothing around your hips to press down on your lower stomach. “Fuck, this is crazy.” He says with a meticulous roll of his hips, ass bouncing against him. “..Won’t last long inside this pretty tight hole puppy.”

Jeno’s fingers pass between your thighs, teasing past your folds to rub circles at your sore stretched entrance. “This okay?”

“Fuck man, hurry the hell up before my dick falls off.” Jaemin growls, biting at your shoulder to stave off the the urge to completely pull out and fuck back into you raw, throw you back onto your knees like a good little breeding bitch.

“Alpha, p-please, put it in—“ you drawl, vaginal opening spasming around the tips of Jeno’s fingers. Kissing at the backs of his teeth, he nods fast, gripping his length to push between your fleshy velvety folds.

“More, more!” You whine, slapping and clawing at his chest. Jeno hisses, guttural and deep, grabbing your flailing arms and clutching your wrists together, shoving them to your chest with one hand to keep you held in place.

“More? Wanna become our pretty little slut? Fucked by two Alphas at the same time?” He asks softly, the words sounding sweeter than they should from his pretty pout.

“Yes yes yes! Jeno, Alpha! Please please,” you gasps, head rolling back, neck dropped against Jaemin’s shoulder. “Wan-wanna be filled so bad, so fucking bad.”

“So God damn pathetic,” Jaemin whimpers, licking the light teeth marks left behind on your shoulder.

Jeno thinks he might pass out if he doesn’t get his dick inside of you in an instant, steadying himself with the hold on your wrists, he strokes at his shaft one more time to spread the slick; slowly pushing the tip in past your opening as he leans in and huffs over your lips. “How bad do you need it?”

“Please!”

Jaemin screams a slew of curses, gripping hard around your waist and slamming you down to fully take Jeno’s length. Choking on your breath, you stiffen up, legs falling apart only held up by the Alphas keeping you full with their thick cocks.

Jeno’s lips twitch, face dropping to catch his breath as he notices a bulge jutting out under your navel, experimentally swirling his hips forward to see the skin protrude from his cockhead pushed that deep inside of you. “Fuck! Oh fuck.”

He gasps, short of breath admiring the skin stretch out, his cock overbearingly hot with Jaemin’s filling you up from the other side. The skin separating their lengths thin enough to feel the younger Alphas girth rest against the underside of his, throbbing together deep inside of you. “That has to hurt baby.”

“That’s it.” Jaemin encourages, struggling to speak with wads of saliva wrapped around his tongue. “You’re doing so well.”

“F-fuck—me.” You beg, eyes clenched shut tightly, growing delirious with need to feel the Alphas move in and out of you.

“Feel stuffed full, huh?” Jaemin grits, punctuating the question with a harsh thrust.

“So—so good!” You sob, reeling as Jeno follows and removes his length leaving only the bulbous tip of his cock inside before pummeling back in, fucking with full force. Pulling out only to bury back into the hilt again and again, pussy skin grasping around his cock better than anything he’s ever felt before.

Jaemin gets lost in the feeling of your taut pulsating ass swallowing his cock, head spinning with each honey-dripping moan you let out by his ear. “Ah—God, your ass is too fucking good.”

The Alphas begin to work their hips faster, simultaneously thrusting in and out, cocks moving in unison unbeknownst to each other. The rhythm they build up feels punishing, pushing you into a state of ecstasy; gasping out short little breaths as your lungs close in.

Jeno reaches down to rub at your clit with his thumb, swollen nub beyond sensitivity, stealing a fast orgasm out of you. It hits harder than any so far, blacking out as your breath is punched out of you. Thighs quivering and cramping as a stream of clear slick rushes free from your convulsing cunt, arching out high enough to land on Jeno’s abdomen and trickle down.

“Oh—shit—ah,” he shouts, cock stilling as Jaemin lets out an ear-shattering growl and his solid biceps squeeze around your waist, lifting you up and down to thrust in and out of your asshole at a relentless pace.

With your pussy continuing to pulse, Jeno buries his cock back in. Biting down on his lip as you keep squirting around his length.

“Alphas—s’too much, ahh! C-can’t!” You whimper, helplessly trying to free your wrists from Jeno’s strong grip.

“You can take it.” Jaemin says with demand, moving in and out with measured strokes, the tip of his cock leaking maddeningly.

“And you will.” Jeno finishes saying for him, firm hold continuing to restrain your wrists as his free hand circles your throat.

Jaemin blinks back tears, half-upset that he can feel his climax approaching. Snapping quick jabs of his length as he chases after the peak of pleasure, he bites down on your shoulder roughly, nipping the skin hard enough to hurt. “G-gonna cum—“

He grunts out, thrusts becoming more harsh and erratic forcing Jeno to halt his movements, allowing you to be fucked down by the harsh thrusts Jaemin pounds into you with.

“P-please Alpha—wan-want it!”

Jaemin yells, pumping his hips up sloppily a few more times, cock pulsing with hot spurts filling your ass. Quietly moaning with his head dropped, not even able to hold himself up anymore.

Jeno gently pushes his shoulders back, scooping you by the waist with one arm, cock slipping out as he shifts away to reposition you.

“Just a little more for me?” He can’t guarantee he’s not lying, under the heavy spell of sex pollen coursing through his veins. Turning you on your back, he adjusts between your thighs to seeth his cock fully back inside, savoring the heat blanketed around him yet again. “How—how are you still so so tight.”

The Alpha would guess you’re a virgin if he didn’t remember last summer when he found you in a jacuzzi alone with some guy nowhere near your league, bikini bottoms floating away with guilt stained across your face.

“Should’ve been me,” he murmurs, quick to capture your lips and thrust fast, but short, cock mostly inside. Too addicted to the feeling of your walls sucking around him.

“K-knot me, please, please please, Alpha please.” Your lips tremble as you plead, making it impossible for him to refuse. Not that he would, reaching between your bodies to rub figure eight’s around your swollen clit, he groans, fucking faster on the brink of orgasm.

“Can you take it?” He asks, only to see you nod maniacally, biting down on the backs of his teeth with a wrinkled skewed forehead the more he exerts himself to pinch your clit in succession with his rapid jerky thrusts. “Take all of it for me pup, it’s all for you.”

Coming to an abrupt stop he twitches harshly, cock beating against your insides with the first shot of cum bursting free, painting a mess of white inside with the tip of his cock pressed up to your cervix. “Ahhh!—“ Jeno’s lips curl in, struggling to breathe properly as the base of his cock swells painfully and he has to push in deeper, push in the feel as much of your hot tight cunt kissing at his knot.

“Ugh!” Slick streams out, splashing against the enlarged base of his length keeping all of his cum trapped inside. The possibilities of being full of pup spiraling through the both of you, pushing another shot of pleasure out of your tired body.

“Fuck.” He sighs, wet hand moving to hold the back of your neck and take in your fucked out face, take in your wide dreamy gaze. Envisioning how perfect a future between the two of you could be.

Even if this whole thing was some freak accident, his Alphas never felt this elated, full of life and love. “Mate.” He says with a grind, knot pushing against your sore tender entrance, having tears sting behind your eyes.

“I’ll take care of you.” He whispers, kissing down from your cheekbone to your chin, gently sucking at your jawline before he makes way to your neck. “And you’ll belong to me, only me.”

Possessiveness burns through his heart, beating faster as he takes in your scent gland and pulls at the thin chain around your neck too roughly, snapping the metal for his nose to graze freely. His teeth itch with need, licking at his canines the more they throb up to his gums and his wolf howls to bite.

Do it.

Bite her.

Our Omega.

“Alpha..” you say weakly, eyes drifting shut from the exhaustion of heat and the overbearing scent of Alpha seeping from your pores.

“Omega.” He hums, licking up the column of your throat only to lick back down again, willing himself to not bury his teeth in. “My perfect Omega.”

Even half-passed out, your body responds, heat sucking around his length earning a deep rumble from his chest, he hisses, grazing higher for his teeth to scratch closer to your nape.

“Please..”

Jeno thinks his minds playing tricks on him, head full of clouds as he bites down just hard enough to leave a mark and not break the skin completely. It seems to be enough, for now, to satiate both of your wolves. The tension leaves his spine as he relaxes against you, nose firmly tucked against your scent gland.

“I’d give you the world if you asked.” He mumbles, eyes drifting shut for no more than a few minutes as his knot finally goes down enough to at least shift onto his side.

Jaemin grumbles, slowly coming back to, no doubt wanting to fuck again. “Move.” He says from behind Jeno, sitting up only to come to a halt as the door slams up streaking light from the other room over your figures.

“Get off of her!” Mark shouts, spit flying from his mouth as he grabs Jeno’s shoulders and rips the larger Alpha away with strength that can only be fueled by rage.

Protective instinct takes over, throwing his jacket down before anyone can get a look at you. “Haechan, give me your hoodie!”

Haechan rushes to unzip himself and quickly hand over the baggy hood, your brother fast to wrap you up safely before lifting your exhausted body and shooting a glare at his friends. “I’ll deal with you two later.”

———————————————

After a long talk involving a ton of yelling and crying, Mark finally decided to let it go; having to accept that maybe you aren’t a baby anymore.

“You’re still my baby sister though and you always will be.” He grumbles, tugging you close to his chest with an arm around your neck.

“Always.”

“And..” he sighs, releasing you to give you a stern look. “I don’t think I can handle you dating one of my friends quite yet.”

“Markkk!” You whine, smacking his arm. “I already told you!”

“Yeah yeah, I know, it’s not like that.” He says sarcastically, throwing up quotations. “But it’s going to be weird now regardless, I mean..”

“You think so?”

“I don’t think any normal person can go through what the three of you went through and..”

“Well they’re coming over in a bit to help set up the new console system so.. I guess we’ll find out.”

Mark sighs, running a hand through his hair repeatedly. “If they make you feel uncomfortable—“

“They won’t.” You cut him off, smacking his shoulder. “Don’t forget they’re still your best friends who have done nothing other than respected me and done their best to take care of me too.”

“Yeah yeah, whatever.” He grumbles. “But if either of them do anything to step out of line!”

“Yes yes, you’ll—“ you deepen your tone, glaring at him venomously. “KICK THEIR ASS!”

“Pft.”

Three knocks rattle against the front door before you and your brother can get into a back and forth mockery of each other, shoving him aside as you yell out that you got it. “Go away!” You add quickly, shooing him to exit the living room area.

“Whatever.” Mark murmurs, flipping you off on his way out.

Taking a deep breath you open the door to greet Jaemin and Jeno, both standing side by side nervously, scratching their necks and shifting from foot to foot. “Hey!”

“H-hey..” Jeno speaks up first, clearing his throat and nodding at you as he steps in.

“Mark’s in the kitchen, I think.” You say, motioning to the 6-pack of Diet Coke tucked under his arm.

“Oh, yeah..” Jeno shifts back on his heels nervously, eyeing Jaemin who makes no effort to move. “I’ll go put this in the fridge real quick.”

His gaze passes between the two of your wearily, wishing that Jaemin had been the one carrying the drinks now. “Be right back.” He says, skillfully darting his eyes to the younger's face in silent warning before you notice.

“Hey pup, come here,” Jaemin draws you back from following after the other Alpha, pointed teeth on display with a large smile. “You feeling okay today? After everything..”

“I’m fine Jaem.” You force a smile, straightening up at the trickle of sweat rolling down your back the more you fail to create space between your bodies.

“You don’t seem fine.” He steps closer, reaching to push loose strands of hair behind your ear. “I’m sorry if—“

“There’s nothing to be sorry about, if anything you guys saved me.. pollen, it’s—“

“You saved us too.” Jaemin corrects, adding a small smile. “Not really the circumstance I ever imagined we’d do something like that, but, I wanted to let you know..”

Taking a step back he sighs, scratching down the center of his throat nervously. “I really—“

“Hey, Jaem, can I get a minute?” Jeno returns, jogging over seemingly short of breath as he pats the younger Alphas arm and nods toward the hallway. “Could you go help Mark start to unbox everything? We’ll be there in a bit, I just need to talk to her in private first.”

“Uhm..“ Jaemin’s eyes go wide, lips tightened into a thin line nearly disappearing as he silently fumes and wills the urge to shout away. “I was about to—“

“Great, thanks.” Jeno nods, smiling and striking down heavy pats on his shoulders before proceeding to direct him out of the room. “We’ll be in soon.”

Jaemin sports a hard smile, teeth gritted together as he waves and nods. “Sure.”

Jeno’s palms clasps together, motioning for the two of you to sit once alone. “I really wanted to apologize.”

“Jeno, it’s fine, seriously.” You start, waving off cooly. “Like I was telling Jaemin, everything that happened was out of our control, you know?”

“Not about that.” Jeno reaches into his pocket, drawing free a thin squared box draped with black velvet. “Everything that happened feels like such a blur..”

Leaning in closer he clicks the box open, a beaming crystal Evenstar pendant identical to the one missing from your neck shines, the Alphas fingers lifting the silver chain attached to show you. “I broke your necklace..”

“You did?!” Letting out a surprised gasp you reach to grab the chain from him, only for the Alpha to move away and shake his head.

“Let me.” Jeno shifts to sit behind you, gathering your hair to one side to expose your neck, breath caught upon seeing the light marks his teeth left behind. “I really am sorry about that.”

“The necklace? It’s okay, I’m sure it wasn’t on purpose.”

Jeno hums, pulling the chain around to lock in at your nape. “Yeah..” the tips of his fingers trace over the bite marks, sighing before placing a gentle kiss. “You’ll let me make it up to you, right?”

Twisting around to get a proper look at the Alpha, your eyebrows lift confused, tilting your head to take in the hint of distress pulling his lips into a pout. “What’s wrong?”

“I feel bad about what happened in that room.” He says, gaze lowered. “Like we took advantage of you or—“

“You didn’t.” Boldly, you cup his cheeks to keep his eyes on yours, giving him a gentle smile. “It’s weird but even after that I feel nervous around you.”

“I do too.” Jeno sighs, relaxed under the warmth of your palms pressed to his cheeks. “It’s because I like you.” He blinks rapidly, swallowing as he forces his gaze to return to yours. “I like you in a way that would probably get Mark’s ass locked up for attempted murder.” He laughs to lighten his mood, sensing a bubble of worry beginning to erupt in his gut.

“Really?”

Jaemin clears his throat, entering back through the hallway that Jeno had banished him to exit from earlier. “You two done yet? Mark’s getting tired of waiting and we already opened everything up.”

Hands fall away from Jeno’s face abruptly, shooting up to stand upon spotting the other Alpha. “Oh yeah! Sorry sorry.”

The older grumbles, getting up to stay by your side and glare at his friend pointedly. “You could have started without us.”

Racing ahead, you miss the whispers passing between them, more paranoid that your brother could be suspicious of how long you’ve been alone with one of his friends.

“You really have a death wish huh?” Jaemin snickers, bumping into the older Alphas shoulder as he leans in to whisper. “Or maybe you really wanna see Mark behind bars for that attempted murder.”

The two continue to appraise each other throughout the day, mindful of every move the other makes before Mark warns them when you head to the bathroom to ‘Knock it off before I rip one of your stupid Alpha heads off and punt you into the afterlife.’

“Don’t think I’m just going to allow either of you to fuck my sister now because of this.” He says quietly before you come back in and sit down besides Jaemin, toying with your new pendant.

Jeno smiles, admiring how much you seem to enjoy the new necklace. “Oh, I thought you lost this.”

“Jeno bought me a new one.” You mumble, quickly throwing the Alpha a smile.

Jaemin reaches to hold the pendant, frowning as he steals a glance at Jeno. “Or, maybe you’re more bold than I assumed. A real rule breaker, willing to spend a lot to win..”

“What?” You ask, half paying attention out of fear of your brother’s wrath if he catches you staring at either of his friends too long.

Jeno smirks at the younger Alpha, leaning back against the couch with a cocked eyebrow. “Are you? ‘Cause if you’re not.. you better run..”

Jaemin glowers back at him, whispering quietly. “One way to find out.”

#HAPPY JENO DAY🥳🩵💙🩵💙

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Cookie Jar (M)

pairing. Jeno x female reader x Jaemin

genre. stuck in a dryer AU(because why not), meany step-brothers Jaemin/Jeno, pwop(and yet a plot twist), crack if you squint, M/F

warnings. dubcon(don’t read if that makes you uncomfortable. thanks.), stepcest, profanity, smut warnings under cut. minors DNI.

wc. 7000

now playing. Cookie Jar//Doja Cat

smut warnings. baby oil, pet names, threesome, unprotected vaginal sex, double penetration(one hole), degradation/praise

“God damn, your step-brothers are so hot.” Your friend says, sucking a hissed breath between her teeth. “I’d do anything to get stuck between those two.”

“You’re sick,” you mutter, slapping her oiled up shoulder, warmed and glistening under the last days of summer sun. “They’re my brothers.”

“Step-brothers.” She shrugs, continuing to eye the two dunking each other underwater with headlocks. “Come on, that’s like… universally a big turn on.”

“Yeah, well not to me.” You say, rolling your eyes before returning to watch the commotion in the pool travel closer, splashing too close to where you lay. “You wouldn’t think they’re so hot if you had to live with them like I do.”

“Believe me, I definitely would.” She sighs, dragging one of the legs of her sunglasses between the seam of her lips. “Don’t know how you resist, I swear they get bigger and buffer every time they visit.”

Now that is true, you silently agree, shielding your eyes from the sun to take in a better look.

“Jaemin’s so broad,” she continues, nibbling at her glasses. “And Jeno’s so lean.. nothing but muscle on him. I bet they get real rough.”

“You need to get laid.” You mumble, focused on the way Jeno’s veins ripple with each squeeze around Jaemin’s neck. The two red in the face from rough-housing for the last hour. “And not by one of my brothers.”

She whines, pouting and sticking out her tongue. “You’re no fun, if you’re not gonna allow me to do it… one of us should.”

Her eyebrows wiggle suggestively, leaning back and fanning herself as they begin to exit the pool. Jeno smiles, eyes more squinted with the sun beating down on his face and tight sculpted chest. “Hey, we’re going to head inside. You want anything?”

The dreamy sigh your friend let’s out doesn’t go unnoticed, whether it be from Jeno’s charm or Jaemin’s perfected way of continuing to not acknowledge your existence; too busy patting his flat smooth stomach dry. It’s all a show of course, he knows he looks too damn good.

“I’m okay, thanks Jeno.”

He nods, throwing an arm around his brother's shoulder to continue their playful match as they pass through the sliding doors back into your house.

“He’s so cute,” your friend continues to fawn over the two, squealing that you must have been a saint in a past life to have ended up in such a lucky situation.

“It’s not luck.” You disagree, shushing her. “Anyway enough of this, I have a date to get ready for tonight, the last thing on my mind is Jeno or Jaemin.”

She sighs, shoulders slumping as she lays back. “Meanwhile, I’ll be home dreaming about your step-brothers railing me into the next universe.”

Yeah, in your dreams they’ve had their way with you once or twice.. maybe more than a couple handful of times. It doesn’t help that neither of them has ever attempted to be discreet about their sexual conquests when they’re home. It’s the main reason you can’t even stare at a phallic shaped object for too long without venturing into lewd thoughts of your step-brothers acting out their usual horny himbo behavior with you.

The headache you currently have for example is all Jaemin’s fault, keeping you up into the late AM hours with two sluts screaming from his bedroom akin to something straight out of a horror film. That’s how you found your way to the kitchen to distract your mind from the deeper throaty moans between their banshee-like cries. Maybe water would quench the thirst closing up your throat, but how to stop the aching heat between your thighs..

“What’re you doing up?” His groggy voice emerged, feet patting their way across kitchen tile toward the open fridge you’ve been standing in front of for a minute now contemplating if you should make a sandwich or not.

“Couldn’t sleep,” you sneer, side-eyeing him with a mean look. Your step-brother's afterglow has his eyes dropping at the corners, smiling lazily as he reaches past you for two water bottles.

“Try counting sheep?” He doesn’t even acknowledge you with a glance, moving to sit at the kitchen island and chug down one of the waters. Not even bothering to pull on a shirt before coming down, because why would you question the bright red and pink scratches lining his upper back. It’s dim enough to make it weird if you mention it, too observant on your part.

“I don’t think that will help.” You say, rolling your eyes and shifting down to the cabinet filled with snacks. “Too much noise, not even sheep can drown that out.”

“Hmm,” Jaemin hums, fixing his messy hair still sweaty at the roots. “That’s weird, I never hear anything.”

“You wouldn’t, would you?”

The sound of a chair scrapes across the tile, feet patting toward the same way he came in from but coming to a stop too close, right behind you.

“Why wouldn’t I?” He whispers, hovering near the back of your ear. “Am I doing something to keep you up at night?”

Jaemin knows you hear everything with your bedroom being right in-between his and Jeno’s. Only a wall apart from the debauchery taking place mere feet away from you. “You’ve never complained before..” he reaches for your hair, tossling it behind you and gathering most down the center of your back.

“I didn’t say that.”

“Hmm, sounds to me like you’re eavesdropping?” You can pick up a smirk in his tone, shivering down your spine as his palm weighs down on your shoulder. “Don’t tell me my sweet innocent little sister is a pervert? What would your father think.”

He presses closer, reaching out in front of you to grab a protein bar, groin rocking against your backside as he leans up to reach for it above both of your heads. “It’s—it’s not that.” You bite down on your lip, eyes squeezing shut to push away the thought of just how thick he feels pressed against your ass. The shape of his length prominent and hot, half-hard where he digs into you.

“Then what is it?” Jaemin grunts, pushing down on your shoulder heavier for leverage to reach higher, lightly grazing the bar with the tips of his fingers. “What’s keeping you up?”

“Neighbors.. neighbors dog.” You lie, shaking away the memories of high-pitched moans and screams buried into pillows. “Barks a lot, near my window.”

Jaemin tsks, successfully pulling down the snack he’s been reaching for but not without aligning the dip between your ass with his growing size. “What a pesky dog.” He leans forward, lips brushing your ear. “Maybe you need some new headphones, I’ll buy you some this weekend. Can’t have my baby sis losing out on precious sleep.”

With one last dig of his hips against yours, he grins, patting the top of your head. “Get some sleep baby.”

You had to grip onto the end of the cabinet to keep your knees from failing you, dropping your head down to suppress a whimper. Jaemin’s so mean, so fucking mean for what? Maybe you are a pervert though, secretly lusting after not just one—but both of your step-siblings. God your parents would ship you off to boarding school if they knew you couldn’t catch a wink of sleep after that.

No, not with your ear pressed up against the wall trying to mute every sound that couldn’t have come from one of the main characters of your daily fantasies. Between having both Jaemin and Jeno back home for summer, you haven’t seen a day of peace.

Your friend was right, maybe she needs to get laid, but more than anything you need to be fucked. Fucked hard enough for your soul to leave your body and make a trip to heaven and back.

That explains the deep set bags under your eyes today, hidden under the sunglasses that also do a great job of masking your lack of ability to take in each wet rippling muscle lining Jeno’s stomach, or Jaemin’s thick biceps flexing and gripping around his neck.

A defeated sigh solidifies your decision to get in a quick nap before it’s time to get ready for your date tonight. You won’t be of much use for another man if you’re still stuck in a horny whirlwind fantasy anyway.

What was that Jaemin said to you last night? Count sheep?

One. Two. Three..

“Where are you going?”

Jeno’s sitting on top of the dryer mindlessly scrolling through his phone, double-taking at the sound of you entering the laundry room; his eyes nearly falling out of their sockets at the length of your skirt.

“Out.” You say, squatting a bit to sort through your clean basket of clothes. “Have you seen my favorite bra?”

Jeno jumps off the machine, head ducking lower, catching a glimpse of sheer lace baby pink between your thighs. “What?”

“My bra,” you stand, cupping around your chest. “It’s light pink, floral trimming, the cups are see-through.”

He gapes, mouth going dry taking in the rest of your appearance. “Where are you going?”

“Hello, earth to Jeno!” Waving around, you reach out to flick his forehead, wrist caught mid-air before you reach. “I asked you a question!”

He scoffs, tugging you closer. “Why would I have your bra?! Are you not wearing it?” The realization has Jeno pulling you arm up to better stare at your chest, a faint shadow of nipple peeks through the cotton material hugging your breasts.

“What the hell are you wearing?!” He’s flabbergasted, scanning up and down your figure and shaking his head in disapproval. “You can’t go out like this.”

Pulling free from his hold you roll your eyes, returning to the basket of fresh laundry in search of your undergarments. “You don’t like it?”

Jeno pauses, mouth opening and shutting again, lips pouting out. He definitely likes it, but you shouldn’t be out in public revealing this much of your body to anyone.. it’s different at home; no one other than him and Jaemin to see you prance around in oversized t-shirts barely hitting beneath your ass. Not that they’ve ever wondered what would happen if you bent down to pick something up in front of them, not that they’ve ever caught themselves turning their heads toward the stairs in unison when you come skipping down, bouncing away.

“You look..” Jeno hums, taking too long to admire the smooth backs of your thighs leading up to the plump roundness your skirts doing a poor job of hiding. “..it’s just.. would your dad let you wear that out??”

Snorting, you stand up to glare at him with your hands on your hips, head cocked to the side. “He’s not here to stop me, is he?”

“No but he asked us to watch over you, I don’t think your dad would like it if he knew I let you leave the house looking like..”

“Like what?” You snap back, stepping forward to get in his face.

“Like..”

“Go on.”

“Like a common street whore.” Jeno straightens out, clearing his throat, chin tilted in to appear serious. “Walking around like you’re asking for it.”

Smiling, you poke at his chest, your step-brother’s resolve crumbling as you softly laugh. “Maybe I am.”

“The hell is that supposed to mean?!” Jeno groans, shaking his head again. “I can’t let you go out like that, I won’t allow it.”

“Oh you won’t allow it? Do you think you’re my daddy?” You ask, taunting him further with another prod at his chest; mascara heavily coated eyelashes batting mischievously.

Jeno swallows, biting at the sides of his tongue, annoyed and aroused by everything. The way you’re dressed, the way you keep touching him, the silky tone you say that word in.

“Where exactly do you need to go dressed like that?” He repeats, the sound of the dryer cycle coming to an end clearing his foggy mind for a moment.

Sighing, you roll your eyes, adjusting the loose bolero cashmere slipping from your shoulders. “The new neighbor invited me over for dinner and a movie, we’re not going out. He’s gonna cook me a nice American meal because I mentioned how much I miss it back home when we met.”

Jeno’s eyes dart back and forth in thought, a light bulb coming to life behind them. “THE AMERICAN GUY? THAT GROWN ASS MAN?!”

“He’s 28!”

“Exactly!” His demeanor changes drastically, arms flailing angrily. “Oh you are not going out to see him dressed like that! In fact! You aren’t going anywhere near that creep!”

“He’s not a creep! God Jeno.” Shoving past him you continue muttering about how he needs to calm down, you don’t need to take orders from him or anyone. “I’m an adult.”

“He’s way too old for you.” Jeno paces behind you, too frustrated to notice you’ve begun to pull out his dry laundry, sorting through it in search of your bra. “I’m gonna have to call your dad.”

“Jeno! Do not!” You snap again, letting out an annoyed huff. “I never snitch on you and Jaemin all the nights you sneak out and bring back girls to fuck!”

Jeno gapes again, moving to stand by your side and snatch his boxers before you grab them. “We don’t do that!”

“Oh you don’t? I must have imagined those girly moans coming from your bedrooms screaming oh yes! Daddy please! Rip my ass apart! Your cocks so fucking big!” You slap down on the dryer moaning out, arching forward pressing your breast against the machine, eyes rolling up sarcastically. “Ugh yes daddy! Cum on my ass!”

Jeno gulps, eyebrows twisting together as his cock jumps inside the confines of his jeans, gnawing at his bottom lip to contain an anguished groan. “That’s..”

“Piece of shit dryer,” you curse, bending down to reach further inside, the strap of your bra meeting your fingers. “I swear if this thing ate my bra!”

Jeno runs his hands through his hair, tugging at chunks trying to regain his composure. The position you’ve dropped to on your knees, ass shimmying in the air further pushing him to his limit not helping one bit.

There’s no way he can let you leave this house dressed like this, no way he can let that pervert down the street take advantage of his little innocent step-sister, no way he can let anyone ruin you other than him.

His hand trembles inches away from your backside, soft supple skin fully exposed just aching to be slapped, marked up and bruised by his hands.

“Jeno! Help me!” You whine, shaking and kicking out your feet annoyed. “I think I’m stuck!”

Oh fuck.

“Wh-what..” Jeno’s eyes travel around quickly, ending back on your ass wiggling around in a weak attempt to free yourself from the machine you’ve gotten stuck inside of. “W-what… quit fucking around.”

“I’m not! I’m stuck, Jeno! You have to get me out!” Your sad excuse of a skirt flares up as you start to kick, ankles knocking together the more you whine and yell at him. “I can’t believe this!”

Me either, Jeno thinks, swallowing a thick wad of saliva to coat his throat. “This has to be a joke, you’re…you’re trying to..” he pauses, mewling over what exactly it is you’re doing to him. On your knees, ass rippling under your cute little panties, back arched low in this much too perfect position.

“I’m not joking! Jeno I’m really stuck! I think my sweater got caught in the machine!” Your whiney high-pitched tone doesn’t help Jeno’s growing problem twitching against his inner thigh.

“What am I supposed to do?! Break the fucking dryer?!” Jeno splutters, forcing himself to look away and draw in shallow breaths.

SHE’S YOUR SISTER.

The chant shouting in his head gets interrupted by the devil on his shoulder, speaking in an oddly similar tone he’s more than familiar with. ‘She’s just our step-sister Jeno, it’s not a crime.’

That’s what Jaemin’s always said whenever they’ve drank a little too much and toyed with the idea of hooking up with you. ‘Believe me, I’m gonna fuck her at some point, you know I can’t keep it in my pants this long.’

Jaemin had a point, but even then Jeno can’t deny the guilt he feels as his gaze retreats back to your ample backside, arched out pathetically, fully pushing your plump folds out against the thin layer of underwear leaving nothing to his imagination.

“Do something!” You shout, near tears from the dryer's heat sweating your makeup off. All this effort to look pretty for Johnny only for it to be completely wasted over this stupid damn bra. This is all Jeno’s fault! He never even clears out the lint before throwing his clothes in!

“Okay okay!” The existential crisis your step-brother’s going through fails to transcend through his response, even if he’s fully messed up his hair style by ripping at tufts while pacing behind you. “What if.. I can try to pull you out?”

“Hurry! It’s so hot in here! I’m melting!”

Could you be more dramatic? He wants to scoff, rolling his eyes as he drops down to his knees and his hands hover over your hips. “I’m going to try and reach in, alright?”

“God damnit Jeno! Fucking hurry up!” You screech, feet stomping against the ground between his thighs.

“Oh shit,” Jeno presses in closer to avoid your heels colliding with his sack, eyes going wide upon contact with your core, all warm and damp where his lower stomach meets the forbidden area between your thighs. “Fuck.”

He has to catch his breath again, sliding his hands through the space left at your sides. He definitely could avoid touching you given the amount of space, but that doesn’t stop him from smoothing up your hips and waist, squeezing his way up as he bends closer with his chin resting atop the dryer. The new angle aligns his hips with yours, his now fully hard length digging into your thigh the more he leans his body in to lock under your armpits and pull your shoulders back. “Come on, work with me here.”

“That hurts! It’s my sweater Jeno! My sleeves wrapped up in the machine, I can’t get it out!” He can feel you tug, shifting back further into his groin the more you attempt to move and release your arm from the uncomfortable position you’re trapped in.

“Sorry sorry..” he gasps, unable to stop himself from rocking forward against your warmth. “Should I try to take your top off?” Shaking his head in disbelief, he circles against your ass, biting down on his teeth to suppress a groan when his length slots between your folds. Even with the material of your clothes keeping you apart, the idea alone of having you so vulnerable to his ministrations is more than enough. High alone off how unsuspecting his every calculated move is, because why would your big brother take advantage of you like this? Jeno would never, he loves you too much.

“Ughh…” you whine, head drooping with sweat pouring down your face faster than a river flow. “This is so stupid!” You cry, shimmying back again, too exhausted to pick up on the hard shaped rod pressed flush to your core.

“I’m so tired..” blinking slowly, you wonder how stupid it may be to call up 911 for this.

‘Hey my step-sister got stuck in a dryer trying to find a bra. Can you make it fast? She’s supposed to have a hot date tonight with this sexy American beef cake that lives down the street.’

Because that’s something that could only ever happen to you. Public humiliation that would only draw attention to your house with a blaring fire truck uselessly parked outside only to decide that the jaws of life would be necessary to free you from this comedic porn scenario mess of a situation you’ve landed yourself in.

“I’m doing my best baby.” Jeno soothes, maneuvering his hands to your back in search of a bra clasp to release. Oh right.. hard nipples, no bra. The entire reason you’re stuck to begin with. “I’m going to take your top off, okay?”

No bra, that should make this easier, he gulps, untying the halter strings connected at the back of your neck. “Maybe if we can get you out of this..” he tries to imagine your tortured cute face, tear stricken the longer you suffer in there. The image of your distress only makes his cock jump, rutting harder against your ass.

“Fuck, I can’t do this.” He whispers quietly to himself, too caught up in his own form of torture. What are the chances of pulling you out, tits bouncing freely as you fall back and land ass first onto the seat of his lap. Jeno nods to himself, pulling your top lower until he can sense the release of your breasts, likely resting against the still warm metal insides of the dryer.

“Try to pull your arms free now baby.”

Maybe it’s due to your exhaustion, lazily pushing back only to be met with your step-brother’s hips and a low groan. “I can’t Jeno, I can’t anymore.” You sob, pathetically dropping flat with your arm strung up still locked in place.

“I’m going to have to cut your sweater.” He thinks fast, glancing around quickly before noticing you’re no longer alone.

“Jaemin?!”

“Jaemin!” You shout, shocked by the mention of your other brother. “Huh?!”

An amused laugh traces up your back, followed by a round of applause and feet shuffling forward. “No no, keep it going Jeno.”

He leans against the washer, smirking to one side. “All this fun without me? You dirty fucking dog.”

“Jaem, it’s not what it looks like! She’s st—“

“No no, seriously, by all means—go on, don’t let me interrupt. I’m dying to know what you’ll do next.” He says sarcastically. “You’re really the luckiest motherfucker I know, Jeno. Found her like this before I had the chance.”

“Dude, it’s not like that!” He groans, gripping around your waist roughly out of frustration.

“Ow!” You squeak, pushing back harder against his crotch. “Jaemin, do something!”

“Do something?” He muses, squatting down near his brother to get a good look at your connected lower halves, skirt pushed high above your hips and underwear scrunched up between your buttcheeks. “I can do a lot, if you really want me to, princess.”

“Jaemin, no..” Jeno begs quietly, knowing his sibling better than himself. “You can’t.”

“Oh, but you can, right?” He snickers, snapping his fingers. “All this struggling and neither of you idiots has considered oil yet?” He laughs, patting Jeno’s back roughly before exiting.

“Where’d he go?!” You kick at the ground again, maybe Jaemin could get you out of here, he’s buffer than Jeno.. always flexing his muscles in front of you talking about ‘gains’.

“Uh..” Jaemin walks back in before he’s able to coin up a lie, a clear bottle of baby oil in hand. “Man, why do you even have that??”

“You know why.” He grins cockily, returning to match Jeno’s position on his knees. “We’ll just lube her up real good and she’ll slip right out.”

“What is this?” Jeno asks, genuinely bewildered. “Am I dreaming?” He raises an eyebrow, reaching to pinch your buttcheek.

“Ow! What the fuck!”

Oh right, he’s supposed to pinch himself. Not you.

“Don’t think you are but either way, hope we don’t wake up.” Jaemin chuckles, nudging his elbow into his brother’s side. “I think you’ve had enough failed attempts at this, it’s my turn.”

Reluctantly Jeno’s shoulders drop and he shifts off to your side, hard-on pressed to your hip as if that will help hide how insanely turned on he is right now.

Jaemin makes a face, whistling quietly as he leans in to whisper for you not to hear. “I’d be 8 deep in her right now, you’re an idiot.”

“Whatever man, I’m trying to be a good brother.”

“Step.” Jaemin rolls his eyes. “It doesn’t count, besides, look at us and look at her—we’re like some PornHub dream come true. Think of the money we could make if we filmed this..”

“Hello?!” You cry out, unable to hear anything aside from muffled voices. “Are you going to help me or what?!?”

“Of course princess.” Jaemin says reassuringly, handing Jeno the bottle of baby oil to free his hands to grab onto your hips. “You’re stuck real good in there unfortunately, but your big brother has a great plan to get you out.”

Jeno shakes his head, mouthing ‘you sick fuck’ to the other, receiving only a much too cheerful smile in return.

“Okay, thank you..” you don’t sound too convinced, but at this point with your makeup all sweated off and hair ruined, you don’t have much of a choice other than to just go with it.

“I’m going to try oiling you up, but I don’t want to ruin your pretty outfit baby.” He winks at Jeno, mouthing ‘watch this’. “Is that okay with you?” He tugs on your underwear to ask without flat out asking.

“Take off my clothes?” With your top already rolled down to your waist and this bent over position you’ve been stuck in for too long now, you can’t fathom how much more humiliating this situation can get at this point.

“Yeah, sort of like when you use butter to help remove jewelry that’s too tight.” Jaemin shrugs, convinced he made that up. “It’s worth a shot to try, or would you rather I call the fire department to have you craned out of here. Might be hard to explain the hole in our roof to mom and dad later, and think of how much that repair will cost them.”

“Fine, fine! Get me out of here, please Jaem.” You whine again, lazily collapsing onto your stomach and chest.

“You don’t have to beg baby.” Jaemin can’t stop the smile on his lips from growing, slowly rolling your panties down to unveil your bald smooth cunt. He sucks in a hissed breath between his teeth. “Fuck, even prettier than I imagined.”

Jeno leans in closer, swallowing down a sob. “Yeah, real nice..” his hand lifts, hovering close by. “You’re right, fuck, I’m an idiot.” His hips jam closer, digging his painfully hard length into the side of your thigh.

“We should oil your entire body.” Jaemin pipes up. “You know, to make sure you slip free easily. I wouldn't want my baby sis to get hurt.”

That doesn’t make a lick of sense, you think, but who fucking cares anymore. Jaemin skims his palms beneath your skirt, tugging it over your hips ever so gently. Clueless to the visual of your ass bouncing against the material with each light tug, he curses under his breath.

“You see that Jeno?” He nods to your exposed rim, tight as fuck, as if nothing’s ever penetrated back there. “That’s a damn shame.. Our poor baby, so neglected..”

You hate to admit but everything your step-brother has said in his usual monotone calm voice has your thighs rubbing together anxiously. Because when you weighed the pros and cons of sacrificing your pride and ego, you failed to consider the most humiliating one: leaking down your thighs for your step-brothers to watch from a front row seat.

“Fuck.”

“What was that my angel?” Jaemin chimes, reaching for your top to drag down over your wide hips, the material showing resistance as seams pop open passing over the round pert of your ass. “You’re doing so good for me.” He says, acknowledging Jeno with his arm slung atop the dryer to stop himself from hunching forward and burying his face between your butt. “Well, for us.”

This has to be some type of punishment, you can’t even bite down on your fist to drown out the moan you let out next. Jaemin uses your weakened state to fully control the dip in your back, hoisting your hips higher to make your cheeks spread naturally and leave you completely exposed.

“God damn.” He grits pushing down on your waist and pressing his crotch to the back of your thigh. “Hurry up Jeno, soak her up.”

“You have to say it like that?” Jeno sounds near the verge of tears trying to uncap the baby oil in his tight grip. “Isn’t this—sort of..”

“If you don’t hurry the fuck up I’m gonna shove my dick inside of her in the next five seconds!” Jaemin hisses at his brother, reaching for the string keeping his sweats up. “Five! Four!—“

“Okay okay!” Jeno practically drops the bottle out of fear, squeezing its contents out rapidly with his jaw hung at the sight of your ass gleaming back at him absolutely drenched. “Can’t do this, Jaem! I need—need to fuck her!”

“What?? What’s going on!?” You shriek, jumping back as the oil dribbles up your back, only magnifying how obscene your ass looks shining with a thick coat of oil.

“This is insane.” Jaemin mumbles, shoving his sweats and boxers down in one go. He lowers down to speak into the dryer, snaking in to smear the oil higher up your back. “Hey, I don’t want to get my clothes dirty either, right Jeno? I’m sure you understand, baby.”

“What?” You sigh, eyes flying wide open when you feel it, hot and thick against your soaked ass. “Is that?—“ to make matters worse, you feel it again against your other thigh, bigger even, pulsating where he’s pressed, nearly burning your skin from how hot he feels. “Oh my God.”

“Yeah,” Jaemin moans, smoothing his oily hands to your chest, squeezing the second he cups your breasts. “Fuckfuckfuck, I think it’s working!” He pulls you back more, the top of your stomach sliding against the dryer making the nastiest squeegee-like sound.

“You’re doing so so good for us.” Jeno finally manages to speak up, pouring out the entire contents of the now empty bottle in his hold, tossing it aside to massage in the mess pooling between the crevice of your ass. “Shit. What the fuck. You’re so fucking pretty down here. Of course you are, so damn pretty everywhere aren’t you?”

“Jaem, Jeno—what’s—“ you huff out, short of breath the more you get pulled out but your step-brothers thick biceps caging your hips.

Jaemin hushes you dismissively, gaining better leverage around your middle to pull you out, your sweater barely clinging to your arm anymore. “Come on Jeno, grab her legs for me.” He grunts, exuding strength he’s only had to use in the bedroom before. Lucky for you his favored positions have always left him in complete control, tossing whoever he’s fucking around to his will.

Jeno’s fast to listen to orders, especially if it means he’ll be in the perfect position to actually have you landing in his lap as if he manifested it to happen.

“Ahhh!”

Once your elbow unhooks from your sweater, you shoot out of the dryer like the log ride and Disney world, hurdled back by the extra force you and Jaemin had been using to free your upper half. The relief of finally being free washes over you, panting for breath that doesn’t reek of lint and musty heat. “Holy shit, I can’t believe it!”

Too stunned and eager to fix your sweaty locks, you nearly miss the sad pathetic groan Jeno lets out, clutching around your waist to keep you slotted against his rock hard length. “Je—oh fuck.”

Jaemin sits up on his knees, regaining his composure and breath as he wipes off his greasy palms by slapping them together repeatedly. “That was some show, look at what you’ve done. Poor Jeno looks about ready to burst.”

He crawls forward, grabbing onto your knees before you even think to slam your thighs shut, too caught up in the thick size nestled between your ass to even fully understand how naked all of you are. Naked and completely doused from neck to toe in baby oil, it almost seems too ridiculous to be real…

“Now now,” he drawls, relaxing between your thighs only held open by his palms cupped under the pits of your knees. “In a sense, this is like pulling out the Excalibur..”

“Dude, I’m fucking dying here! Be fucking for real!” Jeno sounds more desperate than you’ve ever heard him, whining like a puppy into your shoulder and apologizing with a feather light kiss.

Jaemin laughs, could even qualify as a cackle, smoothing down to your inner thighs. “Don’t you think we’ve earned a prize from our princess?”

The sweet charming smile you’re used to seems more menacing than ever now as he inches lower, heavy palms cupping your inner thighs and pulling apart your cunt with his thumbs to show off how wet you are. “Is all that for us? You nasty dumb little slut. Want your big brother’s to fuck your holes so bad don’t you?” Jaemin finishes with a hot wad of spit landing at your entrance to further drill in your shame, shivering back into Jeno’s hold as he sets a searing kiss on your clit.

“Fuck Jeno, she’s so tight.” Dragging through your folds he stretches his digits out for you to see the thick mix of baby oil and slick arousal forming clear strings between his fingers.

“Wetter than a fucking slut.” Jeno bites your earlobe, trailing one of his palms down the smooth expanse of your stomach to your clit. “Let me fuck her ass first at least.”

“Huh? N-no—not there, I haven’t before.”

Jaemin’s tongue clicks, kissing the backs of his teeth and squinting his eyes as if to call your bluff. He reaches between your split ass, thumb pressing to your rim meeting tight resistance. “Fuck, she’s not lying.”

Jeno can feel a prickle of tears burning at the backs of his eyes, his sack drawn up tight and heavy from being edged this long. “I can’t anymore!” He really can’t, he’s been hard since you mimicked the forgettable skanks that pass in and out of his bedroom. None of them would ever match up to you, only confirmed as his hips lift up and the tip of his cock struggles to penetrate past your wet tight circle of muscle. That doesn’t stop him from using his hold around your waist to his advantage, gliding you down his length with ease the more pilant you turn in his arms.

“Fuckkkkkkkkkkkk.” He thinks he might cum from this alone. Pussy walls too smooth around his size, sucking along each pulsing vein as he inches in until he meets resistance and has to bite down on your shoulder to stop himself from screaming out.

“Greedy motherfucker.” Jaemin mutters, pushing the backs of your knees up higher until you’re pretzeled between the large sculpted bodies of your step-brothers, the same two whose names you’ve cried into your pillow with your hand down your pajama pants many nights.

Jeno rips a fresh batch of tears out of you, the stretch of his cock bordering painful if not for how obscenely wet you are, but the moans singing from deep within your chest are short lived; cut off by a thick prod at the top of your entrance right above the length already filling you up.

“I’ll fuck your ass next time.” Jaemin groans, shoving his cock in against the push he’s met with between your tight hole and his brother’s unrelenting thrusts. “That’s it, taking both of our dicks baby? So easily too? Who knew my baby sister was such a fucking slut.”

“N-no, not—a slut..” you wail, unable to handle how hard and big they both feel thrusting inside of you at different times. The friction cuts off your breath, sucking in your stomach to pull away from the fast unforgiving speed they both fuck into you. “S’too much! Too full!”

“Like that baby? So fucking full with both of us inside of you.” Jeno sounds strangled, pouring sweat the more he exerts himself to fuck into you faster and harder than Jaemin. He should have fucked you first to begin with. “Feel us both sliding into you? Taking two dicks like nothing, you know what that makes you?”

“A dirty fuck hole,” Jaemin says between clenched teeth, reaching for your neck to hold your head up and watch your eyes well up with tears, nodding and agreeing with everything they say just like the good little fuck toy you are, only for them.

“You can’t even wait for it, can you?” Jaemin manages to rasp out, throat locking up with each bury of his size engulfed in your tight heat. He grips your cheeks roughly with his palm cupping your chin. “What. A. Fucking. Whore..” He says it in a nasty tone on purpose to make your stomach turn, hitting deep inside with pointed demanding thrusts between each word. The shame of letting both your step-brothers fuck you is already enough to weigh 500 pounds of guilt down on your chest, but letting them both do it at the same time..

Everything crashes hard, unable to fall back or arch forward between their burly builds. Too overwhelmed, overheated and crazed with each sheathing thrust, your neck drops back gasping for air; weakly slapping Jaemin’s shoulders as tremors roll up from your toes to your shoulders and your eyes roll up. The squeeze around their lengths almost has them both slipping out as you cum and pour out more arousal around them, both using the extra glide to fuck you faster through your orgasm.

“I’m cl-close.” Jeno’s eyes practically match yours, wet from the maddening clamp around his throbbing member. “Can’t… fucking..” Pushing you forward against Jaemin’s chest he pulls out, pussy snapping around his cock noisily with gushing wetness following. It only takes one stroke to have him spilling out onto your ass with a chorus of curses and muffled shouts, slapping his length down on the rounded part of your butt to watch his cum dribble down between your ass faster. “Fuck me.”

He’d pass out clean if not for his brother pushing you right back to where you were against his chest, slamming his dick back into you without anything to hold him back anymore.

“Jaemin!” You scream, reaching for his shoulders to slow down the viscous grueling slap of skin colliding with skin, bounced up and down his length as if you weigh nothing to him.

“Fucking take it.” He growls, thrusts turning erratic as each vein lining his neck bursts out, skin pink and hot from driving all of his power into each ram of his hips. Each plunge of his size backed with intent to leave a mark. Stuttering forward, his head falls back releasing a long winded groan, chest rising against your face as his eyes roll up and he hits peak deep within you.

“Y-you—you came inside?” You ask, still coming down from your high, neck rolling against Jeno’s shoulder. “I-inside of me?”

Jaemin grunts, slamming in one final thrust with a pained expression, you just feel too good to stop. “You’re on the pill anyway, don’t be so dramatic.”

Jeno scoffs behind you, shoving between your bodies to push Jaemin’s weight off of you. “You’re such a dick.”

Jaemin smirks proudly, slowly drawing free from your wrecked cunt. “God baby, how am I supposed to stop now?” He lets out a deep breathy sigh, reaching between your tighs to circle your entrance for the rest of his cum to trickle out onto the floor and run down your ass. “Such a perfect pussy.”

“C-can’t— no more Jaem.” You mumble half-asleep, turning your face to burrow in Jeno’s neck. “Tired.”

“You heard her, Jeno.” Jaemin raises his full eyebrows up and down, sneaking his brother a knowing look. “She can’t handle me anymore.”

Jeno nods, dragging his lips down the side of your face to your mouth. “He’s right angel, how are we supposed to stop now?” With that he moves your hips back, lining his hardening length up with your gaped entrance. The space molded from your step-brother's combined cocks allows him to fully enter you with one hard thrust, cursing against the corner of your lips.

“Je-jeno—please..”

“Yeah, it’s all for you baby.” His arms wrap around your waist, pushing you down until you’re crushing his balls.

“Ca-can’t—“ the last thing you hear is Jaemin cooing on and on about how adorable you are, still squirting out a mess of arousal even as your eyes fall shut and Jeno continues to brutally snap his hips up.

“Didn’t she say something about a date tonight?” Jaemin’s voice comes through muffled, it couldn’t have been more than a few minutes since the three of you finished, judging from the burning crave for more between your thighs.

“Yeah, about that..” Jeno whispers, sounding more distant. “Think I heard her telling her friend she’s going out with that guy from Chicago, you know that big motherfucker down the street.”

“What??” Jaemin barks out much too loud, completely erasing the last bits of exhaustion away from your body. “He’s way too old for her!”

“I know. We can’t let her go, right?” Jeno sounds more stressed than his brother, mumbling like he’s chewing on one of his nails. “I wouldn’t feel comfortable knowing she’s out there with him of all people. That guys a dick..”

“He has a huge dick too.” Jaemin retorts, clicking his tongue annoyed. “Why don’t we tell her he called and said he couldn’t make it tonight? Change of plans or something.” He nods to your phone, inching closer to sneak it away, pinching the device between his fingers.

“She’s going to hate us if she finds out.” Jeno snatches your phone from him, typing in the code he’s seen you punch in while peeping over your shoulder. “It’s for her own good.” He finds your chat with Johnny in an instance, scrolling through quickly and sending himself the different scandalous selfies you’ve messaged. “Little slut..”

“Send me those too.” Jaemin pipes in, nudging his brother's side. “We should wake her up, it’s getting chilly out here.”

“Can’t believe she knocked out like that, her friend even left already.”

“Mmmhhhmm.. Jeno..”

They come to a pause, locking your phone after successfully deleting your chat with Johnny and blocking his number. Jaemin mouths ‘wake her up’ to his brother, shoving his shoulder to move closer to you.

“Hey..” Jeno sits at the edge of the pool chair you’re laid out on, reaching to tap your arm. “You should wake up.”

“Few more minutes..” you grumble, slapping his hand away. Jeno coughs, grabbing both your shoulders to shake you awake.

“It’s been long enough, come on, time to wake up!”

“Wh—how long have I been asleep?” The sun’s still setting behind the expanse of Jeno and Jaemin’s broad frames, making your eyes squint shut as you sit up quickly and pat around. “What.. what are we doing out here?!?”

Jeno helps you sit up, patting your back. “Hopefully you don’t get sick from sleeping out here for so long, we thought you’d gone inside.” He leaves out the mention of your date, sneaking a look at his brother.

“Wha—“ a fast glance around clears up your confusion. You had fallen asleep in the backyard. “It was all a dream?!”

“What was?” Jaemin asks, raising a suspicious eyebrow at your frazzled response. “What was all a dream, huh?”

“I—uhm..” your step-brothers eye you quizzically, both intimidating as they stand above you waiting for an answer. “Nightmare! I mean, about the dog next door.” You scramble to get up, stumbling forward as you try to shove your feet into your sandals.

“Where are you running off to?” Jeno says, arm looping around your waist before your knees can meet pavement. “Can’t be that silly date, he called while you were knocked out to cancel anyway.”

Hoisting you up he pushes you toward Jaemin, back crashing against his chest to easily lock you in place with his thick biceps caged around your sides, lips finding your ear to whisper. “Now, tell us more about this dream.”

#HAPPY JENO DAY🥳🩵💙🩵💙

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Shameless (M)

pairing. step-son Jeno x step-mom reader

genre. stepcest, infidelity, Jeno hates his dad, young trophy wife step-mom

wc. 10k

warnings. dubcon, profanity, exercise/body talk, Jeno has a thing for sweat, smut warnings under cut. minors DNI.

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smut warnings. masturbation, mommy kink, coercion, a lot of breast focus, reader has large breasts, oral, improper use of a cucumber.., raw fucking, noncon filming, wet messy etc..

“She’s a little too young, even for you.”

Jeno’s tongue drags along the backs of his teeth peering over his father’s shoulder for the last 10 minutes as he idly scrolled through various photos and short video clips. Most innocent enough, cute selfies showing off your pretty fanned out eyelashes, a new lip gloss shade, or just an adorable smile.

The videos his dad took time to watch made Jeno’s breath hitch, looping the few seconds of you showing off a new bikini for summer, filming yourself in the mirror and turning to show off a scandalous yet feminine pattern right above the indentation of bikini bottom scrunched between your pert buttcheeks.

“I work very hard, son, believe I deserve a pretty young thing.” He snickers, having noticed the youngers reflection on his phone screen a few minutes ago. “Something about this one..”

“Where’d you find her? Another sugar baby app you had to pay to join?” Jeno crosses his arms, glaring daggers into the back of his father’s head. Pathetic, working hard for what? To blow your funds on women who probably gag over your shoulder while you fuck them and lose your stamina after two minutes?

His father chuckles, swiping the social media app shut to open his messages. “You’re going to hate this but she approached me first.” With a proud smile he turns to face his son, showing off back and forth messaging between the two of you. Majority of the context is similar to how two cute shy teens would chat, nothing racy despite knowing his father’s likely buying time to pounce and unleash an arsenal of embarrassing boomer dick pics.

“You’re lying.”

Standing up, his father sneers, a smile hidden somewhere behind his resentful expression. “Believe it or not, your old man’s still got it. Now, if you don’t mind— I have a date with your soon-to-be step-mom.” He winks, purposefully bumping roughly into his son’s shoulder on his way out of the living room; leaving Jeno standing there rubbing at the spot mindlessly, jaw tight as he recounts your username to conduct his own investigation.

His first summer home in years and this is what his asshole father wants to pull? Jeno grimaces, plopping down on the couch to commence his search and find your other social media platforms.

“Twenty-fucking-two? He’s out of his mind.” Muttering to himself, he quickly taps in and out of various videos. The fact that you follow dance trends is enough to make his eyes roll, concentrating harder than he should have to on your face and the quirky silly wide eyes you make at the camera instead of the obscene way your breasts bounce freely beneath a much too tight and thin crop top, braless. Of course.

Jeno bets you did approach his dad first, he can picture it now. A sweet little helpless thing miraculously bumping into him at Whole Foods or some other ridiculously overpriced grocery store, batting your big doe eyes irresistibly after calculating the worth of the ludicrous gold Rolex adorning his wrist. No doubt adding the sum of his Gucci loafers and Dior sunnies; undoubtedly pushed up into his salt and pepper hair as he read over the nutritional information of a new all-natural all-organic sugar free gluten free energy drink.

You probably struck up conversation from there, perched yourself on his dad’s arm striking up flirtatious charm about the product in his hands, just to lean in closer and smash your ample chest against his arm.

Jeno clicks his phone shut frustrated, balling his fist open and shut to watch the blood flow down and redden his skin.

It infuriates him how easily his father continues to win, after the divorce his view of the man he once admired could never be repaired. What he once respected and admired all came crumbling down as his mother broke down crying in his arms after years of pretending to act dumb and not notice late evenings at the office, extended company trips, or the stains of lipstick shades she’d never wear and remnants of musky oud that simply never complimented her skin.

Jeno rests his eyes, ignoring the itching ache in his chest. What could he do anyway? What did his dad have to lose that money couldn’t buy him a new and better version of.

A house? A car? More designer brands and jewelry to mark his status in the upper class?

It only took a month, one fucking month, and the answer became clear as his dad lifted you up by your trim waist hidden under ugly burly veiny paws. The smile across his face so arrogant and cocky, hoisting his young little play thing up in the pool just to watch your beautiful round chest bounce in his face beneath triangles of material hardly containing you.

Jeno can’t deny he gets something out of it too, something he stores away for later along with the cheerful sweet moaned giggles you let out after splashing his father’s face with water and demanding in the most helpless submissive tone to be put down. Bet his dad loves that, in fact, he knows he does. It didn’t even take a full two weeks before you moved in with a fat diamond rock on your ring finger. The sight of it nearly blinded him when it caught the glare of light.

Jeno knows he can’t keep up with his father’s wealth, not yet. Material things aren’t his strength either, but as he jerks off into his palm by his bedroom window facing the backyard where you’ve taken to performing your morning pilates, his eyes concentrate on your insane flexibility. The tip of your head near your feet keeping your taut ass up for him to salivate over, and now he knows one thing for sure.

He needs to fuck his step-mom.

Jeno’s usually a morning person, but leave it to his father to ruin that for him.

“Kiss kiss.”

Disgusting.

Heavily wrinkled lips pout in your face, his dad slithered around your waist from behind as you finished packing your new husband's lunch. Really, it’s repulsive to watch unfold every morning. The only perk being the smile you beam Jeno’s way with your much too chipper and excited ‘Good Morning!’ As you skip to the fridge to pour some of your lemon water into a glass, breasts all round and taunting from where he sits; nipples always hard, piercing through your collection of various nighties and tank tops.

“Anything for breakfast? I can whip up some pancakes real quick if you want.”

Jeno tries to hide his grin, as much as he wishes to act like a brat— he can’t. The thing is, you’re lovely in every sense of the word. Too lovely, doting, and appealing, never once causing him annoyance.

He wants to scoff, demand you whip up the most delicious fluffiest pancakes, take your top off and throw the batter down your bare chest before laughing in your face to clean it up; lifting up one breasts at a time with fat wads of tears in your eyes as you plead for him to stop— stop being mean, stop smearing more of the mess he’s caused you to make across your lips.

“Nothing for me.” Jeno motions to the protein shake resting in his grip. “I’m trying to lean out.”

“Lean out?” Your smiles too soft, lifting to one side with surprise. “I can’t imagine you have anything but muscle left, when's the last time you had your body fat measured?”

“Ah, you don’t know because you haven’t seen me shirtless, yet.” Jeno says, more as an invitation to get a rise out of you, having to swallow back a sigh at your lack of response; not even a hint of interest. “Need to slim down my waist a bit to really achieve the shape I want.”

“Well if you ask me..” Jeno waits, appreciating how lightly you float around the kitchen to gather your fruits and toppings to decorate your yogurt bowl with. “You look really fit, your waist is practically non-existent.”

“How much do you weigh?” He asks abruptly, evidently throwing you off by the way your gaze widens in shock and a stutter passes between your lips, quickly averting your attention back to the half chopped strawberry in front of you.

“Wha— uhm..”

“Sorry, that was rude.” Jeno smiles, awkwardly scratching his nape. “I was wondering if it’s less than what I can press.”

A dazed gleam coats your iris, staring back dumbfounded by the image of your step-son working his hips up with crossed eyebrows, using all the force and strength of his muscle mass to lift.

“How much can you do?” You ask, clearing your throat and refocusing on your breakfast. The question more to keep up with the conversation before you run off to hide in your bedroom.

Jeno lets out a breathy laugh. “I shouldn’t have asked, don’t know what I was thinking.” Pushing up from the kitchen island to stand, he pauses before making his way to exit; having taken to a grueling AM workout after downing his shakes. “I can definitely press double, if not more than what you weigh.”

He doesn’t miss the way your hands come to a halt, gripping around the knife in your hold, eyes silently falling shut with a deep breath.

“You should come join me some time, bet I can lift you easily.”

Jeno’s grateful at least that his father has no choice but to work morning to evening five days a week to earn the lavish lifestyle he’s achieved. He’s thankful because you love to perform your afternoon stretches in the backyard, the landscape his bedroom window coincidentally faces.

“So flexible.” He mumbles to himself, forehead resting against the window frame where he stands with his hand buried inside of his boxers, mindlessly thumbing at the slit of his cock for a hint of relief. Your mid-day sessions only last about over an hour, depending on how far you want to push yourself.

Sure, the splits always made his balls tighten up, having to slow down the pace and pull at his length, circling the base to quell the sudden urge to throw you up and down on his cock fully spread out.

But really, the extended puppy pose takes him over the edge every time.

Jerking off from his bedroom window has become unsatisfactory, the best part is really after when you walk in with your smile high off endorphins, gently patting the sweat that’s accumulated on your gorgeous décolleté.

“Oh Jeno, I thought you’d gone out.”

He hums, following your movements around the kitchen to replenish your hydration, noting the beads of sweat continuously rolling down between the dip in your back. His teeth bite down on the tip of his tongue, tempted to shove you up against the fridge and lick them all clean before falling to his knees to suck the dark patch between your thighs.

“Good workout?” Jeno never tries to hide that he’s checking you out, he makes it obvious everyday. “Looks like you really worked up a sweat.”

“Oh yeah, it’s so hot outside.” The lack of eye contact you’re able to maintain indicates discomfort, judging by the way you try to clean off your stomach and arms.

“My dad has a thing about sweat, right?” Jeno offhandedly mentions, not missing the awkward twitch in your cheek to hide a grimace. “That’s why you’re always so clean by the time he gets home? The water bill has to be through the roof with how often he has you doing laundry.. not that he cares.”

“I suppose his nose is a bit sensitive.”

“He always complained about how my mom smelled, her hair after a day of not washing, the smell of the dinner she cooked him on her hands still.” He continues, enjoying your lack of reply. “He’s picky about a lot of things, I’m sure you know what I mean.”

A fake smile shuts down the conversation, nodding toward the staircase. “It’s time for my shower.”

Jeno nods, shamelessly eyeing the stains of wetness under your large breasts, pushed together even tighter by the binding sports bra meant to keep you held in place through vigorous activity. “Wouldn’t want daddy to get mad now, would we?”

A wash of embarrassment has you scurrying away from your step-son quickly, leaving behind the small towel drenched in your sweat that immediately catches his attention.

Jeno definitely inherited the same sensitive sense of smell from his father, but unlike the old man he’d become more addicted to the different places his nose had led him to. A smirk lifts his lips, tucking the towel up above his mouth to deeply inhale. It’s mind-numbing how delectable you smell, he even sucks on the remnants of damp that hasn’t fully evaporated, quietly mewling within his chest.

The telltale sound of the upstairs shower from his father’s bedroom tears him from slipping into euphoric madness, cock already half-erect as he trudges up the stairs and finds himself tip-toeing into your bedroom, the bathroom door only softly creaking as he makes space to peer through. The daily routine of watching you scrub down every inch of skin, so smooth, hairless, meticulously shaving clean each short hint of stuble. His father must be real demanding of how his little stay at home house-wife should present herself, of course.

Bunching the nearly dried towel inside of his briefs, Jeno groans between clenched lips, rubbing the cotton fabric up and down his length, his heart rate pumping up to a high-speed when you lift a leg to reach deep between your thighs and leave the fleshy area hidden there completely bald.

That will change once he manages to infiltrate, he’ll make you change for him.

“You should go out son, I don’t want you hanging around the house.” Jeno’s dad doesn’t even bother to mask his disdain, shoving a wad of cash at his chest. “Scram.”

That would be too easy, it’s not as if his friends haven’t been blowing up his phone about some party tonight. He’ll plan to leave later and miss the sound of his father’s pig-like moaning squeals when he takes five minutes to fuck you. For now, his ass isn’t moving from one of the pool chairs, opting for the more shaded area under a large canopy to watch from.

Why would he want to miss out on the display you put on for his old man, stepping out in a tight little two piece bikini that does nothing to cover any of your curves. Jeno’s cock twitches as you slowly step out of your robe and his dad whistles making grabby hands at you to enter the pool. “Jump in, baby doll.”

Sick. God he hates hearing that old worn voice order your around. He hates how you giggle and enter from the steps, giving him a half-assed jump only for your breasts to lift up under your chin before the water immerses your perfect body, lifting back out pouring cascades of wet down your shoulders and arms before his dad snatches you up by the waist. “That’s my girl.”

Ten. Nine. Eight. Seven. Six. Five—

Jeno takes a deep breath through his nose, an irritating pinch forming between his eyebrows the more you indulge his father, dawning the smile only reserved for your husband: hugging him close between your mounds of breasts as he releases a deep moan and licks up your neck.

His stomach churns the longer he watches, shoving himself to stand and move to the jacuzzi where he can’t help but to still watch from, ignoring the daggers his father’s eyes shoot at him on his way in. He won’t dare enter the pool while the two of you canoodle in there, preferring to stay clueless as to what your lower halves could be up to, the sight of his dad’s thick ugly hands cupping your breasts from is behind already enough to make him gag.. maybe if not for the shocked moan you let out, wrapping around his wrists shyly. “Babe.. we’re not alone.”

You whisper, but Jeno traces the words from your lips, ducking lower into the jacuzzi until one of the jets rumbles against his stomach, chin grazing under the hot water.

“Ignore him.” His dad could give two fucks, squeezing under your chest with more firmness, pushing them together creating a long dip of cleavage.

Jeno can see the lack of comfort in your hidden gaze, keeping your eyelids lowered with a demure embarrassed smile, saving face only for your husband's pleasure. He knows if you couldn’t sense another pair of eyes on you, you’d be your usual bubbly coquettish self, flouncing around burying his dad’s face in your chest, giggling all loud and cute.

The thrill of watching your discomfort escalate makes his cock kick up, lowering down onto his knees for only his eyes to peer over the jacuzzi’s ledge, noticing the way your gaze skirts by quickly to not give him enough acknowledgment to feel seen, but to stay aware of just how much your step-son can see. It’s easy from the angle to remove his father’s existence behind you, especially when he shifts closer to the ledge and one of the jets blasts right against his groin.

A shiver runs up his chest, biting down on his bottom lip as he stays transfixed on your flimsily covered breasts abused and bounced around. He has to hold back a curse when he finally unties his swim trunks, tugging free his length right in front of the burst of bubbled water. The pressure pushing out of the jet breaks against his slit, choking down a groan when your gaze finally meets his, mouth tense and ashamed.

He can’t keep a smile off his face, tugging harder at himself as your forehead wrinkles together, breathily arched up by the force pushing your breasts up and down against the splash of blue chlorine water.

The water around him boils against his skin even hotter, short of breath under the heat, short of breath from the image of your lips parting open. Jeno imagines you can bend your neck forward and wrap around his girth passing between your tits, it wouldn't be hard to reach anyway. Jerking up, he pushes against the jet hole, cock instantly engulfed by an intense amount of pressure blowing out against him. The push and pull only causes his stomach to clench, sink in and hollow out his middle-section.

You were doing a better job at ignoring him before, unable to stop for seconds now to watch your step-son’s facial features contort together… he can’t, he wouldn’t..

Nostrils flare, shoulders hidden under the bubbly foam around him, jerking mindlessly into the jet. It’s like breaking a dam over and over again, the pressure of release spilling out against his thick size, the only thing missing being your convulsing slick warmth squeezing and fighting to push him free as he thrusts in harder, fucking you full beyond capacity you can handle.

Jeno could care less about the predicament he’s landed in here, stroking his cock without control like some wild animal, succumbing to his desires and needs to bend you into all kinds of positions. He knows he can too after weeks of watching you move your body bonelessly, get you twisted up like a pretzel, face down ass up, legs behind your head full-nelson you flat on your back with his dick full slotted inside, grinding down just to watch you fail to squirm away. He’d leave you with no room to move, let alone breathe, fat tits pushed up under your chin, jiggling up and down and up and down with each thrust.

“Fuck.” He’s close now, tongue lolling out at the gasp that hitches in your throat. Siren-like eyes glazed over from the constant manipulation your breasts have been put through. What a fucking pervert, watching you struggle to collect yourself and maintain your etiquette.

Does his dad even savor the way every inch of your body tastes? Does he suck on your tits until your nipples pebble up rock hard and dig into the roof of his mouth? Jeno never see’s a mark on you, no… daddy doesn’t play rough with his toys, does he.

Jeno would though, fuck he’d have you screaming to the high heavens. He can’t hide the bob of his head the closer he reaches, catching your fully widened eyes stuck on him, and your bikini top finally coming undone after minutes of tugging and kneading.

Hands too large to be yours come up just a second too late to cover over your exposed nipples allowing Jeno the chance to see how swollen and pert and big they’ve gotten, probably prodding at his dad’s hideous rough palms.

The wet bounce of fat under his control has him emptying out into the jet, most of his release blown away from the powerful stream mixing in with the rest of the ramped jacuzzi water.

He has to calm himself, overheated from the drop back down to reality, overheated from the sun burning down onto the already steamy hot tub of water. Taking his time, he’s lazy to exit, patting off his reddened chest and stinging skin to a somewhat dry finish. The heat hardly subsides with eyes on him, specifically yours..

“I said scram you damn brat.”

His father’s shrill tone gives him an excuse to glance over, most of your frame hidden by his wide back stretched around you to hug you against the pool wall for discretion to tie your top back up.

“Yeah yeah, don’t wait up for me.” Not that he would, Jeno didn’t really mean that for his father anyway. The lingering gaze grazing down his body taking in every crevice and dip of bare naked muscle though, part of him hopes that you will wait up. He means it though, even with one more glance your direction before heading inside, finding your eyes for only a millisecond.

Don’t wait up mommy, I’ll be too busy fucking any hole presented to me, maybe even multiple. Anything to curb the incessant growing need to get you alone, slam you down and fuck you until you’re ripping that ring off your finger.

Jeno has to admit, he’s impressed by how long you’ve held it together, managed to keep up your composure around him despite his best efforts to make you start to crack.

Soon. Real soon.

“You’re around the house way too much, either get a job or get out.” Jeno’s father barged into his bedroom after that little pool escapade. Throwing pamphlets for schools across the country at his face. “I put enough money in your bank account, it’s time for you to quit fucking around and make something of yourself.

Jeno knows deep down inside his father’s ulterior motivation came from an all too pretty adorable wife, evidently unhappy with the way his son has decided to forgo his gym membership in favor of walking around shirtless dripping in sweat after using the home equipment.

He couldn’t put up much of an argument with the old man. It’s not entirely your fault he found his ass on a train 7 hours away the next week, just in time for a new semester.

Sure, it’s not entirely your fault, he can’t put all of that insecure assholes blame on you.

But it is your fault, and that long silent train ride gave him all the time to ponder, reflect, plot, devise the next step. Work harder, fuck more, leave you with no choice but to wipe the drool from your chin at the mere sight of your step-son.

If only it could be that easy. He really can’t stand how reluctant you are to trip and fall, landing right into the palm of his hands breasts first. Can’t stand the way you still parade around town proudly introducing yourself as the Mrs. Lee. The side-eyes and whispers never affect you, too happy to give a damn with each guiltless swipe of your husband’s black American Express.

God, he can’t stand it. He can’t stand you.

Jeno really can’t stand his step-mom.

Not because you’re awful or even a bitch, no.. in fact, you’re perfect. Too perfect for his nasty cheater asshole father who could care less for his mother, now ex-wife.

“Ah Jeno, it’s so nice to have you home again.” Your sweet cheerful voice interrupts his fuming thoughts, the back of his head instantly relaxing in the mound of your breasts as you circle his neck and lean down to hug him. “You hungry? I stocked up on all of your favorites.”

Nuzzling back into your warm embrace, he sighs, eyes drifting shut to inhale the notes of peach and cucumber wafting from your freshly cleansed skin. Supple soft radiant skin he knows you spend meticulous hours of the day exfoliating, lotioning, massaging with oil only for your useless husband to rub his old disgusting rough hands upon.

“Missed cooking for me?” He mumbles, shifting to bury his nose in the column of your throat to fully immerse himself in your savory scent.

“Look how skinny you’ve come back, that school not feeding you properly or something?” You reprimand, patting over his flat stomach lightly. “I have to make sure to keep you full for the next couple of weeks before your break ends.”

Nudging the top of his head with your chin, you continue into the kitchen, still in your silky pajama set. Something short, hardly covering your abundant chest, dad wouldn’t have his young little trophy wife any other way, always ready for the taking.

Jeno can only imagine how many mornings his father has snuck up on you making breakfast, bending you over to fill you up before heading to work. Fucking bastard doesn’t deserve to even touch you, let alone any of those fake moans you must practice to please him.

“Are you worried about me?” Jeno’s chair scratches across the kitchen tile, slowly lifting up to get a better look at your buttcheeks squeezed by your panties, innocently bent over in search of a pan. “Maybe the school cafeteria doesn’t serve anything that satisfies my hunger.”

“I’ll fix that,” too distracted on your hunt for the right spices and oils, you fail to notice how close Jeno’s gotten, hovering behind you with a smirk as your robe slips from your shoulder. “You’re the one who wanted to go to school so far away. You could be eating my home cooking everyday if you’d just stayed local.”

“…is that so?” A grin teases at his lips, halting your hand from adjusting your robe to push it down left to fall at your feet.

A shiver runs up your spine sensing his breath fanning across your shoulder, palms smoothing down your waist to your hips. “Jeno?”

“I’m hungry, mommy.”

“Jeno? Wha—“ your hips stay locked in place, shoved against the kitchen counter by the stronger ones behind you knocking forward to trap you.

“I missed you too, mommy.” Shoving his hips forward, Jeno’s girth slots between your flimsily covered ass, rutting quickly to lodge between and create delicious friction against his cock. “You know what I really missed?”

“Je-Jeno.. what are you..”

“Last summer when you moved in, every different ridiculously tiny bikini you wore around the pool. Your fat tits barely contained, just how dad likes it huh? I guess we have that in common.” Keeping you held against the counter with his hips grinding in circles against your ass, hands find a way to your shoulders, swiftly dropping down the straps of your nightgown leaving your breast to bounce out freely. The morning crisp air circulating around the house breezes past your nipples, hardening the buds instantaneously.

“Sweetie, this.. this isn’t right, your dad—“

“Is an asshole.” Jeno bites, cupping your breasts that overflow in his hold, the fat squeezing between his digits pushing out a low groan from deep within his chest. “Fucking decrepit dickhead, bet he can’t even get hard from this alone? I’ve seen that erectile dysfunction prescription.. can’t even take care of you and fuck you right can he, mommy?”

To emphasize his point, Jeno’s hips swerve, fucking forward vigorously for the thick shape of his rod to slam between your panty covered behind, night gown bunched up over your hips from his incessant humping. “Can’t tell me a pretty young thing like you doesn’t miss it, hours and hours of getting the life fucked out of you.”

The kneading and massaging at your chest accompanied with your step-sons evidently large size has you panting, hands gripping the kitchen counter for some relief. Shaking your head, you try to ignore the way your hips rut back to find his, biting back a moan from escaping. “Jeno, please.. sweetie, d-don’t—your dad..”

A rough slap under your breast silences you, the fat rippling under Jeno’s strength as he delivers another slap, working in succession to bounce and smack each with his chin perched over your shoulder rambling on and on about how good you look like this. Perfectly pliant, needy, face full of ecstasy all thanks to your step-son.

“Dad has great taste, I’ll give the old fuck that.” Jeno snickers, teeth digging into the vein lining the side of your throat. “Had me hard as a rock fucking into my fist all summer, tried to get over you by filling up any hole.. couldn’t get your pretty body off my mind.”

“Jeno, baby.. w-we can’t. Your dad, he’ll.. he’ll kill you.”

Breath staggers against your neck at the term of endearment, hips fucking against you in earnest. “You think I fucking care about him? What about you? What about this mess you’ve made mommy? How can you do this to me? Tempt me all the time with these perfect fucking tits and expect me to leave you alone now?”

“I’m sorry, I’m s-sorry Jeno.. I didn’t—“

“Baby, I’m your baby.” Jeno pinches your nipples roughly, pulling and slapping forcing a loud echo of skin on skin to barrel across the kitchen. Jackhammering his hips faster against your ass. “Tell me to stop, don’t fucking tell me what dad wants. You tell me to stop.”

“B-baby… I-I…” a sad pathetic cry sounds, dropping forward loosely as your thighs tremble erratically, held up only the rough grip on your chest undoubtedly leaving behind marks of nails and bruising.

“Must be true.” Jeno grunts, shoving your underwear down. “Like father, like son.”

“Jeno, please, you can’t do this!” It’s harder now to fight him off, roughly taken by your chest, fondled like some little doll only there to pleasure him. “If—if he finds out—“

“Don’t worry about that senial bastard, he wouldn’t be able to read a sign even if it was spelled out for him.” Your step-son doesn’t relent, fucking against your panties roughly until the his stiffed up cock shoves the material between your ass. “You’re so wet for me, you feel that? Feel me?”

Jeno thrusts forward angling his size right between your poorly clenched thighs, ass bouncing back against his pelvic bone. “Think you can handle that? Too big for you mommy?” He reaches down to whip out his cock, expertly dragging his fully hard length out to slot against your soaked covered core. The contact makes his eyes roll up, long eyelashes fluttering rapidly impairing his vision for a minute as his size drags against the wet shape of your cunt.

“Oh fuck fuck.” Jeno refuses to cum like this, even if his stomach muscles contort and suck in viciously. He swallows down a hissed breath, jerking back to fuck against your drenched panties in earnest.

“J-Jeno.. please!”

“You want it, huh? Wanna get fucked by a big fat cock finally?” Jeno bites back a laugh, mostly a groan as the tip of his cock ruts against your clit. “Daddy can’t fuck you the way you need, can’t get you off. When’s the last time you had a real orgasm? Not that whiny shit you fake for him.”

Inner-turmoil loses to your arousal, forced to slide up and down what feels like a forearm between your thighs. Your good sense dissipates the more your cunt spreads around the girth pushing between your folds, aching to feel each pulsating vein lining your step-son’s length drag against your wet slick pussy.

“I’m… fuck Jeno..” between gasps and choked back moans, you weakly give him a thrusts back, faintly meeting his motion to rut against your clit and create a mind-numbing friction.

One of his palms lands against your ass like a crack of a whip, sending your chest to collide forward and press against the cool marble of the kitchen counter. “What did you call me?”

Gathering your underwear, Jeno pulls the material aside, sucking spit away that's gathered around his thirsty tongue upon seeing your cunt so ready to be wrecked and fucked. “Look at that tight hole, like a virgin. No way daddy’s fucking you right.”

You’re grateful that your brain hasn’t fully failed you yet, even with your step-son’s thick palms spreading your ass open continuing to spew nonsense out about the appearance of your perfect pussy. God knows you’d beg and confess how badly you need to cum— cum around your husband's son’s monster sized cock. “How am I going to fit in there mommy? I’m way too big for you.”

Jeno sounds sadistic, hawking out spit that lands and drips down to your entrance. “Should I be nice and prep you?” He laughs, a fake laugh, a mocking teasing laugh. “That would be too nice of me, wouldn’t it?”

He leans over your back, reaching for the basket of fruits and vegetables just past your head. “Should I be nice?”

Long fingers wrap around one of the cucumbers half hanging out of the basket, dragging the vegetable down to smack against your cheek. The solid food slaps your skin heavy and rough, making your step-son smile wide, highly pleased by the shame wrinkling your forehead together. “Mommy’s always so nice to me, always takes care of me so well.” Jeno taunts, leaning back and tapping the vegetable down your spine to run between your buttcheeks.

“I shouldn’t be too mean..” the thick tip of the cucumber meets your entrance, cold against your heated core making your hips shiver forward to get away.

“Baby..”

“Yeah, that’s right.” He presses in, cursing between gritted teeth as he watches you stretch open around the vegetable. It’s big, even then no competition for how wide the tip of his dick is alone. “Opening up so so pretty for me, mommy.”

He fucks the cucumber inside of you just half-way, sending your toes to arch up from the floor and scramble to grab at the kitchen counter; threatening to cut open your bottom lip with how hard you bite down to keep in a moan. The whole situation makes you feel dirty, disgusting, ashamed that you couldn’t stop him. That deep down inside you know you’d never stop him, you want it too much. Form the day you noticed your step-son watching you stretch from his bedroom window, to the time you caught a glimpse of him by the bathroom door as you scrubbed down and rinsed your naked body clean. You’ve always wanted him to make a move.

Maybe you’d been dreaming of this moment all along, adding your ingredients to the pot everyday until everything boiled over and spilled past the rim.

“So fucking nasty mommy.” Jeno keeps mumbling, thrusting the vegetable in and out of you, enthralled by the way it comes out stickier, coated with a thick layer of sheen. The wet dripping out past your cunt with each fill, spilling down your inner thighs to the kitchen floor like some whore that needs to be fucked and bred everyday. “Taking it so good, you’ll take me even better.”

His throbbing length slaps against your hip with each push and pull against your insides, hissing and groaning behind you the closer he reaches to stumbling over the edge. “You want that mommy? Want me to fuck you so good, make you forget about that huge rock weighing down your finger.”

Jeno doesn’t let you answer, not noticing the way you curl your hand into a fist to tuck away your wedding ring before discarding the cucumber as he rips you off the counter to shove you down to your knees.

“Fuck.” Gripping around his length he strokes quickly, reaching down to pull on one of your nipples and watch the fat perky mound jiggle under his ministrations.

“Gonna cum all over your perfect tits, push them together for me mommy.” Jeno slaps your breast impatiently, balls tight and tensed up between his thighs doing his best to stave off his orgasm from barreling out.

Eyes filled with big watery tears gaze up in a daze, cupping your substantial fat tits together making the perfect little pocket pussy for his cock to slide between. “Oh fuckkk.”

Jeno’s neck drops forward, slamming up between your squished breasts. Teeth grinding together to stop himself from screaming at the visual of your heavy perfect tits bouncing around his size, the tip of his length nearly hitting under your chin with each thrusts up against your chest. “So good mommy, so fucking good!”

Jeno reaches for your jaw, squeezing in roughly and smacking your cheek to pop open your lips. “Just like that, so fucking hot.” It’s everything he’s dreamt about. Nights stuck inside of his dorm room looking up milf porn, step-son breeding step-mom, juicy breasts bouncing on his computer screen that could never compare to how good this feels.

“Fuck, I’m gonna cum.” He cries out, thrusting against your chest harder, forcing the weight of your breasts up and back down into your palms, bouncing deliciously. Slapping your cheek again, digits dig into your cheeks and drop a wad of spit in. Pleased from his high up angle as you stay open and let him watch it glide down to the back of your throat. “Fuck fuck fuck!”

Jeno tugs away, cock slapping down on your parted lips before reaching for the tip to squeeze around and release into your mouth. “Swallow all of it.” He moans out, circling your throat with his other hand to feel himself slide down. “That’s it, so good for me mommy.”

The smug smile he gives you before hoisting you up to sit on the table you share meals with your husband at lets you know this is far from over. “Don’t be rude mommy.” Jeno pouts, pushing space for himself between your thighs. Soft palms stroke up and down almost like a warning. “Say thank you.”

He smirks, sinking down to bury between your thighs and proceed to use his tongue in ways your husband never has.

“Dinner looks great!” Your poor unsuspecting husband sits down right where his son had his meal with you mere hours ago(one that had your back split up in an arch and your eyes meeting the back of your skull), hands clasped together before the plate you serve him.

“Now now,” Jeno chimes in, moving to stand from the dinner table to grab a bowl from the fridge. “I see no greens on that plate, didn’t your doctor warn you about that high cholesterol?”

Your husband eyes his son suspiciously, too focused on the little brat to see the sheer panic running over your face behind his side. “I found this new cucumber salad recipe, I think you’ll really like it dad.”

He smiles, an endearing sweet genuine smile, a smile that could easily make you forget what type of evil menace you’re really dealing with here. “Here, try it out.”

To your absolute horror, Jeno sets down a bowl of seasoned, finely chopped, and wet cucumber before his father, nodding eagerly.

“You put poison in this or something?” He grumbles, stabbing at the slices before shoving a batch into his mouth and chomping with a pleased hum. “Not bad, not bad at all. What’s that flavor?”

His son grins wide, eyes large and full of mirth.

“I knew you’d like it, got a kick to it right?” He blinks up to meet your mortified gaze, biting down on your fingernails as your mind shouts frantically- he wouldn’t!.. he would!.. no, no, HE WOULDN’T.

As if he can read your thoughts, Jeno winks at you, clapping his father on the shoulder. “I guess we have the same taste, daddy.”

“Don’t dare bother to throw any parties while I’m gone.” Jeno’s father glares at him, pointer finger digging between his chest. “No funny business you hear me? You need to show your step-mom some respect.”

Jeno has a hard time hiding a smug smirk, having to bite down on the insides of his cheeks to contain himself. “Oh dad, trust me, I will show her nothing but the utmost respect. You have nothing to worry about.”

His father squints, skepticism crossing his wrinkled features as he takes in his son’s face once more before heading out to bid you a long goodbye filled with lingering wet kisses.

“Right. You know what? These vacation breaks from school really seem unnecessary. Why can’t you be normal and go on trips to different party cities like the rest of the guys your age?” He scoffs, waving him off flippantly, not even a hug? Jeno clutches his chest dramatically, following after to watch the two of you say your goodbyes from the top of the staircase.

“If he bothers you..” Thick calloused fingers hold your chin delicately, nothing like the nimble boney ones that dug into your face just a few days ago and forced your mouth open to spit past your tongue. Jeno doesn’t really care to tune in, more amused than anything by the little act you keep up. Such a cute young sweet house-wife, more dolled up than your usual for a morning session of pilates. The extra effort put into your appearance no doubt for his father’s benefit, a pretty vision for him to leave behind. It’s not as if the 2 minutes it took for him to fuck you this morning wasn’t enough for the old man.

Jeno hums to himself, catching your line of sight before you follow after his dad to say bye from the driveway as he enters his ride to the airport. Maybe that’s fear in your eye, but excitement builds up his chest nonetheless; you’ll have no arms to run to now. Nowhere to hide that he won’t be able to find you, no asshole of a father to whisk you away from him. At least not for the next foreseeable 24 hours.

That’s why he goes back to bed, his father rudely awoke him this morning with a loud cursed groan after climaxing out of breath and falling onto your bed with a loud thud. He’s surprised the old man hasn’t keeled over and died yet trying to get his rocks off with you. Jeno sighs thinking about the past few days as he lays back down and buries his face into his pillow, you really have been doing a great job of avoiding him.

That doesn’t mean he misses the silent glances and hesitant looks, or the stiffness in your spine whenever he so much as passes by. No, he notices everything you do, even how you’ve been locking your bedroom door when taking showers now. It’s cute really, a game more than anything now as he rests his eyes and hums, imagining you’ve come back inside and surveillanced the downstairs area for your big scary step-son, probably sighing in relief that he’s left you alone. For now.

He’ll let you get your lovely perfect morning routine on, build up a nice sweat that gets your heart racing, high off endorphins from stretching and straining your muscles with various exercises. He’d prefer it that way really, and judging from the time— soon, soon you’ll be on your way to the kitchen to refresh with a nice chill glass of electrolytes. What a pleasant easy life his father has granted you, all you have to grant him in return is your body. It’s no wonder you work daily to keep up appearances for the old man.

Jeno’s mother had never cared much to fulfill his father’s porngraphic ideals of how women should look and act, but you, ah he really struck gold with you. He can’t deny that if he had found you first, he would have ate you alive.

“Oh.”

Your step-son’s not surprised to see you exit the newly renovated makeshift room filled with gym equipment(that used to be for his gaming consoles), gently patting your sweat glistened skin off as the door opens and unveils him standing there across from you expectantly.

“Figured you wouldn’t want me to share such a small space with you.” Jeno says, making no effort to disguise his gaze, dragging down from your chest to your hips and stopping between your thighs to moisten his lips. “All sweaty, out of breath, making sounds that could read as inappropriate..”

Tight-lipped, you nod and ignore him before stepping out and motioning inside the gym room. “All yours.”

“Everything?”

Jeno’s arm launches forward before you can take another step, pausing you dead in your tracks against the hallway wall, a less than innocent grin stares back at you. He cocks an eyebrow, following the beads of sweat raining down your forehead at faster speed the closer he inches forward until you’re pressed up against the wall with little room to free yourself.

“You thought I’d make this easy, didn’t you?” He huffs through his nose, bending at his neck to perch his nostrils right above your throat and swallow down the fresh scent of your hard work. “Burned up a real good sweat for daddy?”

“Jeno, can we talk first at least?” You squirm, leaning back as much as you can with feet flat to the ground in an attempt to slither down the wall inconspicuously. “I don’t want your dad to suspect anything, what happened the other day..”

“When you came around my tongue and begged me to fuck you?” He interrupts, pressing his forehead forward to hold yours in place, voice gruff and deep. “Or when daddy enjoyed his meal? Were you scared mommy? Don’t worry, I won’t let him do anything to you.”

“That’s not it, I’m married to your father!” You smack his chest to push yourself free, digging your palms into his muscular pecs without much budge. The contact only riles him up more, releasing a growl and bumping his nose closer to yours. “Please! Jeno, I’m all sweaty and disgusting. Let me take a shower first at least.”

“Why would I let you do that? And ruin all of this for me?” This being the sweat Jeno proceeds to lick from the divet between your collarbone, slurping his way down to your ample breasts squeezed snuggly inside of a tight sports bra. “Fuck, you taste so fucking good.”

Hearing his praise only makes you squeamish, struggling more to shove him away and break free from his biceps bracketed around you. “Please, I smell! Don’t be gross!”

It’s laughable to even ask this of your step-son, especially after having to sit and watch your husband munch away on a phallic shaped vegetable that his son had just used to get you off with.

“I’m gonna need you to shut up mommy,” Jeno scoops the soaked fabric of your bra under your breasts, pushed up higher forming two round mounds perfect for sucking on. “Nothing gross about you, or this.” Teeth bury into the perky fat of your chests, sucking roughly, rough enough to hurt but not leave marks behind.

Jeno can’t stop his hips from rutting forward, grinding his aching thickening cock against your stomach. His basketball shorts don’t do much to conceal how hard he is already, having chubbed up in his room from the thought alone of what he planned to do to you today. He has enough respect for you to leave no signs of bruising behind on your chest, but that doesn’t mean he cares when you cry out to stop again and pull away with your weak nails scratching at the wall.

“You really want me to stop?” He asks, cock dragging up and down from between your pelvis to just above your navel. “Tell me the truth mommy, I know he can’t fuck you the way I can. Know you’re desperate for it, want your sweet little step-son to hang you off his fat 9 inch cock? Come on mommy.” Jeno’s drooling between each word, slathering your chest in spit between his muffled speech and consistently sucking. “Admit it, wanna get fucked so bad.”

“N-no.. please, baby, don’t—“

Jeno’s chest rumbles, groaning loudly as he reaches to pull your bra off, rolling the wet material up for your breasts to bounce out lewdly. The smack of your chest meeting the top of your ribcage and breasts clapping together makes you squeal, quickly shutting your eyes in shame.

“Fuck, so sexy mommy. Don’t hide from me, don’t hide any of this from me.” He squeezes your chest roughly, jutting your nipples out to form perfect taut pacifiers to suck on. Jeno’s tongue works feverishly, sucking and licking at your pert buds until they fully harden to a painful point under the vacuuming pull from his mouth.

Jeno leaves your chest swollen, blood rushed to the skin he’s sucked on viciously. He hums, examining how heavy they weigh down in his palms, gripping and kneading, shoving his face between your cleavage just to hear you squeal and struggle to inch away from him. So damn cute.

“That old assholes really manipulated you well,” he grumbles, licking up the trickles of sweat dripping down from your nape to your shoulders and chest. “Has you thinking this is gross? That you are gross? What the fuck is wrong with him, huh? I should kick his fucking ass.”

“Don’t talk about your dad like that..” you whimper, biting back a moan when he bites and tugs at one of your hard nipples, jiggling your other breast against his face. Even with your mind battling between lust and guilt, you can’t help but to feel bad.

“He doesn’t deserve you.” Jeno whispers, leaning in to plant a firm kiss on your lips to shut you up. “He doesn’t even appreciate you.”

His hand cups between your legs, making your thighs lock around his wrist as he cups your sweat soaked mound. Shorts still wet after your vigorous workout. “Baby, not there, please please.”

“Mommy, I’m not going to tell you to be fucking quiet again.” He grins, licking your lips before sliding down your body to his knees. Jeno peers up, eyes sparkling in a dreamy almost innocent way, like a kid in a candy store. “I’m nothing like him.”

To prove his point, his face drops forward between your legs. The fight you put up to keep him out is useless, overpowered by his much larger stronger size as his arms come to wrap around your thighs and pull you apart allowing for his nose to drag up and down your sweaty slick soaked workout shorts.

“Jeno!” Your neck drops back weakly, eyes rolling shut at the sensation of your step-son pulling the material of your shorts with the suction of his mouth alone. Tonguing and sucking on the fabric to absorb the remnants of sweat that poured down and collected between your thighs. Pulling on his hair serves you no advantage, completely under his control as he grinds your cunt against his face roughly.

The only resolution you find comes from covering your face to hide your moans of pleasure, whimpering into your hands the more he licks between your folds shaped by your thin shorts clinging to your center.

Jeno sounds like a rabid animal down there, devouring his way through the best meal he’s ever had. The first sound of a rip sends your spine to straighten out, reaching back down to pull on his hair. “What are you doing!”

He groans, more turned on by your hands digging into his scalp and pulling roughly. Scooping around your thighs for more leverage, Jeno pulls at your shorts and bites down the seam until they give, ripping enough of a hole for his digits to push through and expand. A growl vibrates against your center as he dives in, teething your thin underwear away to roll his tongue against your clit.

“Oh my Go—“ out of breath you arch against his mouth, head shaking side to side and banging into the wall behind you. “Jeno!”

His tongue hardens and swirls against your clit, stimulating each nerve until your feet kick against his back and your hips jerk forward enough to ride his face. He can hardly breathe between your thighs, unbothered by the lack of air reaching his brain as he strokes your clit in expert motion until your cunt spasms against his mouth. Shouting out with your palm hitting flat against the wall as you release down his chin, entrance rocking along the lower half of his face despite the sensitivity throbbing around your middle.

Jeno laps at his mouth like a thirsty dog, slapping your exposed core before moving to stand and wrap around your waist to ensure you can’t run. Not that you will.

“You ready for it.” Resting your hand on his groin, your step-son rushes you up the stairs, scooping under your thighs to reach your bedroom faster.

“In here?!?” You grimace, head shaking to begin pleading. “Not where we slee—“

“Hush.” Jeno doesn’t give you more of an opportunity to argue, immediately hooking into your shorts and underwear to pull them off, only throwing them aside after stuffing the wet fabric under his nose to get a deep inhale. “God damn.”

As much as he wants to let this moment wash over him, the reality of having his wildest fantasy come true, laid out flat in his prick of a father’s bed, legs spread open showing off the prettiest pussy he’s ever seen; Jeno can’t deny how badly he needs to fuck you before he cums in his pants. He’s never been this turned on before, slapping your thigh as he reaches to turn you over onto your stomach, cunt all shiny and raw from the back, squished between your legs making his head spin even more somehow. There’s no way in fucking hell his dad deserves you, not one bit.

Reaching to shove down his shorts, Jeno pats his pocket for his phone, swiping it out discreetly to hit record and perch the device against one of your pillows; making sure to keep it out of your sight before he adjusts between the backs of your thighs. “I’ll fuck your ass too.” He says with a stroke of his thumb between your buttcheeks. “Gonna need more cucumbers for that though.” He snickers, finding a photo from your honeymoon framed on your bedside table, the side you sleep on of course.

Flipping off his father’s cheesy grin, he reaches over to slam the photo down. This is his moment after all, no one else's.

He’d never let you know how raging hard his dick feels right now, lining up the tip to your waiting hole. Having to roll his tongue back to stop himself from blurting out the amount of times he’s busted a nut into his hand, on his stomach, fuck even the pool jacuzzi jets more than a few times by now. All thanks to his precious step-mom, so carelessly displaying every inch of skin, fueling his perverse brain more than you even realize

“Knew you’d take it so good for me,” it’s better than getting a taste of you, which he didn’t think was possible. The stretch of your cunt expanding around his wide girth, skin pulled over the head of his cock struggling to keep him out and somehow pull him in at the same time.

“Gonna fuck you like you’ve never been fucked before.” Jeno says in a more cocky tone, feeling more confident than ever now with half of his length inching inside of you. Pussy walls trembling around his size, sucking around the fat meat pulsing its way inside. No college slut, no amount of lotion to aid his palm, no graphic image available on a free adult website would ever come close to this.

Fully sheathed inside, he sounds out of breath, listening to your whimpers and moans you try to hide with your bedding tugged between your teeth. He glances at his phone quickly, positioning himself to pull out slowly and fall into a rapid pace, dropping his lower half to yours faster and faster until you’re screaming out. The way you scramble to grab onto something—arms flailing out to grab your bed for purchase only encourages him to fuck you faster. Slapping your ass with each powerful thrust.

“Best dick you’ve ever taken, don’t fucking lie to me.” Jeno demands, delivering another harsh slap to your ass before ramming forward balls deep. The collision of his palm cracks around your bedroom, knocking a loud cry from your chest. You nod rabidly in response, gasping deliriously with each pointed thrust. “Say it! Who fucks you this good!”

“You! You baby! Only you!” His phone’s camera stays angled filming your sides, albeit shaky and hard to capture the complete fucked out devestation that’s taken over your pretty face, it’s enough. Enough for him to get off to later, enough to get his way every single time if he needs to.

“That’s right,” Jeno angles his hips to fuck you full with each heavy land of his lower half, pushing your ass up with every clapping shout of skin on skin sounding out between your bodies. “Only me, only your baby.”

The camera tips over, screen gone black directed at the ceiling only recording the sounds of your moans and broken words between each other, Jeno’s gruff heavy panting breaths. The crash of your bodies rocking your headboard against your bedroom wall in a way he’s never once heard his father achieve.

“I’ll never stop fucking you now.” His bicep locks under your chin, forcing your waist to arch forward almost painfully; just enough to strain your lower back. “You’re mine.”

He follows with a growl, lips pressed up to your cheek, laving at whatever skin he’s able to reach. With another roll of his hips, he comes to a still, the thick muscle of his arm around your neck popping out in flex as his body tightens up and locks around your throat. Biting back a moan, Jeno’s release pours inside of you, hot and thick ropes of cum aimed deep inside of you before pulling out the rest of the way to spill between your ass and thighs. “Fuck!”

He sighs, kissing the top of your head to make sure your eyes have shut before reaching for his phone to record the beautiful mess left on your body. He wants to keep going on about how his dad will never fuck you to the point of nearly passing out, dragging his fingers through the mix of your releases before bringing them to his mouth to suck on.

One taste and Jeno knows he won’t stop fucking you until that ring slips off your finger for good.

“Hope he wasn’t too much to put up with while I was gone.” Your husband wraps around you from behind, chin resting on your shoulder. “Next break I’ll have him go stay with his mother.”

“It’s okay my love, he really doesn’t bother me..”

“Hmm, well he sure bothers me.” He sighs, burying his nose into your hair. “Trying a new shampoo?”

“No…” you hold back from making a face, not having had time to thoroughly clean yourself all squeaky clean thanks to your step-son fucking you through the night.

“Oh..” his nose scrunches, pulling away at the sensation of his phone vibrating against your hip. “God, what the hell can this kid want now?”

It has to be Jeno. As unsuspecting as you can, you shift to peer over your shoulder where your husband stands with his eyebrows twisted together. “Why did he send me a video.”

He presses play, immediately setting off your fight or flight response and mentally mumbling off a thank you for the kitchen counter keeping you steady on your feet. The sound of your moans blast from your husband’s phone accompanied by heavy deep grunts, skin clapping against skin and his phone screen covered by the image of your lower half rippling under the weight of your step-sons brutal unrelenting thrusts.

“What in the—“

“Oh my god!” You shriek, slapping a hand over your mouth to quiet your shock. Another text pops up at the top of the screen not even a minute later.

Jeno- ‘Sorry about that dad, meant to text that to my group chat. My mistake.’

“This fucking kid.” Your husband mutters, continuing to watch the video with squinted eyes. “The time stamp on this is from the other night?”

To your horror, he looks at you with an even more confused expression, swiping the video away before it comes to an end. “Did that little shit have someone over? After I made myself clear—“

“He went out!” You blurt out, nodding and catching yourself with a grip on the counter behind your back. “I didn’t think to mention it, but he went out that night. Don’t know when he came back.”

Your husband nods, glaring back at his phone. “I guess he got that insatiable sex drive from me.” He grins at that, humored by his own intrigue watching the girl his son was hooking up with. “Got my type too.” Leaving out the part about a tight little ass, he leans over to grab yours with a squeeze and plants a kiss on your cheek.

You offer a laugh, forcing it to sound less uncomfortable than you feel. “You should delete that text babe, I don’t like that you could be looking at other girls when I’m right here.”

“Is my sweet angel jealous?” He chuckles, slapping your butt and opening his phone to show you as he deletes the message. “My son could never land himself a woman that comes close to you, believe me. You have nothing to be worried about.” With a kiss to your lips he makes to exit and head to your bedroom to shower, leaving you alone to collapse against the counter and quell down the urge of panic trapped in your chest.

The buzz from your phone halts your breakdown, grasping over the kitchen island for it to see new messages from your step-son.

Jeno- ‘You think daddy may prefer these?’

Attached are different angles, showing off more of the bed you sleep in with your husband every night, catching peeks of your pleasured face. Jeno’s behind you in the thumbnails sharing an equal image of rolled up eyes and lips parted open. You don’t need to hit play to know how obscene each video must be.

Jeno- ‘You’ll be sure to keep your pretty mouth shut if you know what’s good for you, right? I know you’re a smart girl.’

An image of your legs parted open from behind sends next, backside covered in a mess of your step-son’s cum and wet arousal smeared around your thighs.

Jeno- ‘Be good for me mommy.’

#HAPPY JENO DAY🥳🩵💙🩵💙#i made some loser kill themself with this one #100/100 writing obvs

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Puppy Pound (M)

preview. “You have to understand pup, I can’t risk coming home to you destroying every inch of furniture again. Your last rut was really.. something.”

Unlatching the metal collar he hasn’t had to use since Jeno’s first year away from the kennel, Renjun eyes him apologetically. “We have to do this, at least until she’s ready.”

Jeno whimpers, head drooping down as his owner locks the metal collar around his neck, safely storing the key away in his pocket before scratching through the hybrids nape. “Come on pup, into the woods before it gets too dark.”

pairing. dog hybrid Jeno x female dog hybrid reader

genre. hybrid AU, a/b/o subgenders, pwop, M/F, my contribution to the ‘quiet down’ glass box enthusiasts(we finally got Jeno INSIDE🤭)

warnings. profanity, use of ‘pup/puppy’, Renjun’s only here to be a stressed out hybrid caretaker, smut warnings under cut. minors DNI.

wc. 8000

now playing. Puppy Pound//Jazmin Bean

smut warnings. puppy rut, prey/predator vibes, restraints, leashing, masturbation, whining, cum eating, biting, choking(‘scruffing’), use of ‘bitch’(once or twice srry), painful orgasm, oral, barbed cock(ex: monsterfucking), knotting, cum inflation, unprotected vaginal sex

“I hate doing this to you pup.”

Renjun sighs with a frown worrying his lips as he gently combs through Jeno’s soft coat. The hybrid had escaped again last night, laid out naked in the backyard with dazed eyes, his blond hair a mess, tail covered in leaves and branches. It could only mean one thing..

“I don’t want to have to muzzle you, but I can’t have you staying here during your rut.”

Jeno whines, pawing at Renjun’s chest with enlarged doe eyes blacked out by his hormones taking over, eliminating the usual tender hues of brown. “I know I know, but you’ve been a real bad boy as of late, haven’t you?”

Instead of answering Jeno proceeds to grumble, swapping his act of innocence for a sleek glare at his owner. The look earning a nervous laugh from the smaller man. “You have to understand pup, I can’t risk coming home to you destroying every inch of furniture again. Your last rut was really.. something.”

Unlatching the metal collar he hasn’t had to use since Jeno’s first year away from the kennel, Renjun eyes him apologetically. “We have to do this, at least until she’s ready.”

Jeno whimpers, head drooping down as his owner locks the metal collar around his neck, safely storing the key away in his pocket before scratching through the hybrids nape to comfort. “Come on pup, into the woods before it gets too dark.”

Renjun hates doing this, he really does, but he knew there could be consequences when he adopted Jeno. The kennel had been very adamant in instructing that he was no average dog hybrid.

‘Part Dobberman? Is that even possible?’

‘He’s a mutant, a mutt but worse. Those damn humans that treat hybrids like god damn toys instead of pets. They were force breeding all types of strains to create some abnormally powerful Alpha dog.’

‘Alpha dog?’

‘Yeah, that’s how Jeno was developed. Samoyed mother ravaged by Dobberman hybrids until she finally gave birth to a litter. He was the only one that survived.. if not for our facilities taking down their set-up who knows where he’d be now. Probably beaten to death by preys much stronger and larger than him in the underground boxing world.’

Jeno’s always been special, even more so because he’s such a unique hybrid. The first time Renjun laid eyes on him he knew he had to bring him home to take care of, even after the hybrid stood to his full size and his cute puppy face suddenly became overshadowed by the expanse of his muscular arms and wide chest.

Even now with a solemn expression wearing the puppies face down Renjun can’t help the pangs in his chest watching his overgrown pup sulk on the trek through the woods. “I’ll bring you back home once your ruts over okay?”

Jeno avoids his gaze, glaring at the glass box with chains inside from corner to corner that he’d been made to sleep in once Renjun realized his hybrid was the one behind the alarming amount of missing neighborhood cats. After discussions and much contemplation with the hybrid clinic they’d settled upon locking Jeno up at night, at least until he became accustomed to wild-life outside of his own. The glass case had done wonders to help him learn resistance and self-restraint to not cause harm, as naive and innocent as his actions were even doing so.

“How about I buy all of your favorite jellies too?” Renjun crouches down, smiling at the hybrid as he begins to unlock the case. He’d come out to clean it yesterday, still covered with remnants of Jeno’s fur from years prior.

“It’s not fair.”

Jeno kicks at leaves and dirt, pouting as he sways and avoids his owner's gaze. “I know it may seem that way Jeno, but she hasn’t ever been bred before. What if I’m at work again when it happens? I can’t take time off just to make sure my hybrids act civil and don’t mate all over my house.”

“I wouldn’t mate her.” Jeno snaps, quietly voicing off ‘yet’ in his head. “But you got her for me! Why can’t I—“

“Because.” Renjun interrupts. “The vet said she’s not ready for..” he motions lower toward the hybrids groin. “That.”

Jeno scoffs, finally taking a look at the case that Renjun at least had the decency to set up with a blanket and pillow this time. Not that it mattered much, despite the last days of Winter still making nights chilly, the hybrids not worried too much about it. “Body heat keeps me warm you know, especially during my rut.”

“I know.” Renjun smiles softly. “I feel so bad putting you out here, but after the last time...”

“She was begging for it.” Jeno rolls his eyes, entering the glass case before he becomes too riled up.

“I believe you Jeno!” Renjun has to ready himself to hoist up one of the chains, struggling slightly with a grimace as he squats and shoves back up, nearly losing his footing.

“I can do it myself.” Jeno grabs the heavy chain metal from his owners hands, glaring as he attaches one to the ring of his collar.

“…it’s heavy, doesn’t it hurt?”

Jeno sighs, hooking the other chain to himself allowing Renjun to lock them in place, the restraint only leaving him with enough room to turn and take a few steps, but not enough to leave the box once closed shut.

“Nothing hurts more than spending my rut alone.” He grumbles, shooting bullets at Renjun with his next sharp look.

The smaller chuckles uncomfortably, anxiously bouncing on his heels as he reaches to shake the chains and insure they’re not going anywhere. “The vet says she’ll be ready soon. Maybe by your next rut things will be different.”

Jeno grinds his teeth to hold himself back from responding full of attitude. The vet can suck it, frankly. He knows you’re ready, you practically ate him alive when your heat hit last time. As much as he wants to believe Renjun’s genuinely concerned for your safety, his Alpha can’t help but patronize him with constant nonsense that their owner is lying, because he wants you all to himself.

“I’ll stop by to drop off some food in the morning before I head to work, you should be fine until then right pup?”

Jeno nods, allowing for Renjun to shut the glass box with him fully trapped inside. The contraption akin to some type of ridiculous Harry Houdini magic trick, except this one didn’t include a trick door to sneak out of for a grandiose reveal.

“Forgive me, okay pup?” Renjun’s frown returns, watching the hybrid with a gloomy expression. Jeno doesn’t want him to think he hates him, but he can’t help to appear irritated the more his need to fuck and breed rises.

“It’s fine.” He grumbles, laying back into the soft blanket with a stiff neck. The metal collar not too heavy for someone with his inhumane amount of strength, moreso annoying the longer he has to wear it.

“You promise?”

Jeno laughs while turning off to the side and shaking his head. “Yeah yeah, I promise, but I fully expect a huge bag of jellies after this.”

“You got it.” Renjun winks, reaching for the set of keys in his pocket. “It’s time.”

Jeno nods, watching as his owner locks him up, scatter brained by the memories of the month he spent doing the same with a remorseful look and his head hung between his shoulders while he backed away and headed home.

The rational human side of himself knows it’s for the best really, you needed stitches last time after trying to take his full size for the first time. The thought of it licks up his back, jerking at his waist as bubbling heat runs through his cock.

You insisted he keep going, he just wanted to feel you a little is all.. but you were too fucking tight. Fists ball up at his hips the more he recalls your wrecked angelic face, tongue hung out like the thirsty puppy you are, wet eyes smiling in spite of the tears tracking down your cheeks.

He can still taste your sweet and salty tears on the tip of his tongue, dragging it between his teeth just to force out any remaining saliva that might still carry traces of your scent.

Renjun has to be home by now, the walks not too far out, just enough that if he somehow manages to escape the collar alarm would give him enough time to lock you up before he can reach the house.

The reminder around his throat only angers him more as he sucks on his drool and fools himself that he can still taste your spit, your arousal trickling down his fingers, and your sweet sweet honey-like tears.

Whining to himself, his eyebrows scrunch together unhappily, it's too early to feel this out of control; but this is what you do to him. It’s what you’ve done to him since the day Renjun brought him back to the kennel after experiencing how terrible Jeno’s ruts truly are.

The clinic advised him to send the dog hybrid away to ‘rut breeding centers’, but they wanted nothing to do with a hybrid such as Jeno; time and time again rejecting his applications until Renjun received a flat out ‘no’ due to the hybrids mutated breed.

It all seemed hopeless until the first time he saw you, frolicking out on the grass with your pretty multi-toned coat shining under the sun. The smile on your face beaming brighter than the sky above you, tail swishing in slow motion as you ran around playing fetch with one of the trainers.

‘That one.’ Jeno said with his nose pressed up to the window, starry-eyed and one second away from drooling.

‘Oh the Siberian is not up for adoption.’

Jeno’s attention snapped to the facility chief fast enough to cause whiplash, baring his teeth in a growl as Renjun jumped before him to create a wall between the two.

‘Why is that?’

‘She’s to be put up for auction later this week, we already have a family interested in her willing to pay thous—‘

‘I’ll pay more.’ Renjun interrupted sternly, gripping at the hybrid ready to blow a gasket behind him. ‘Please, please consider my offer. I’m willing to pay above market price.’

Jeno sighs, ignoring the twitch in his cock as he calms and reminds himself that his owner would do anything for him, even wipe out his savings to satisfy the hybrids insatiable need to fuck and claim.

He just has to be patient.

Not that you make it any easier for him.

No, you made it damn near impossible to control his Alpha. A purebred female Siberian husky, equipped with many of the usual attributes from your animal side, down to the unique heterochromia iridis. The different tones of gorgeous colorful pools that stared at him daily only amplified each fascinated blink, curious longing gaze and coy lustful stare you reserved just for him.

Ah, she makes it hard for me.

A lot of things really, the way his heart rate speeds up whenever you sneak to his bed and burrow into his arms, the way you chase him around and chew on his neck leaving light teeth marks behind, and the way your scent stains every spot around the house that Jeno’s already claimed and thoroughly scented. You make it so hard for him to not bend you over every surface and impale you with his knot until you beg to be mated, claimed and owned.

It’s no secret you’ve been attracted to the Alpha before ever even meeting. From the day Renjun brought you home and initially warmed you up to the hybrids scent by bringing some of Jeno’s clothes along, the attraction was instantaneous upon the first whiff, curiously sniffing around for more of the scent full of testosterone and power.

Finally arriving at your new home only reaffirmed your assumptions, Jeno’s every bit the strong domineering Alpha you’d expected, but he’s special..

While his Dobberman side made him all sharp edged, lethal and territorial, his Samoyed side magnified how irritatingly cute he is, caring and loving even when he wants to be mad at you for pulling on his tail and ears. Jeno could never really get mad at you, instead becoming more playful in your presence, tackling you down gently until you become a meshed pile of laughter and painfully stretched out cheeks. The two of you routinely bathe in each other’s licks to the point that Renjun grimaces when you crush your damp cheeks against his when you thrash into him for a hug, the residue of Jeno’s saliva left smeared behind each time.

He knows deep down inside it will be worth the wait when you’re ready, even if it hurts him now. Even if it means another rut weeping into his palm, the bone crushing feral pain to fuck becoming harder and harder to endure each time. Renjun couldn’t stand watching his hybrid try to recover from another rut alone, but Jeno chose you.. and you had come from a strict Husky farm that bred only pure hybrids. While this was great and ethical considering the ever growing percentage of hybrids that have ended up abused or overly sexualized, it wasn’t ideal for his extremely sex-driven hybrid, but Jeno insisted it had to be you.

Journeying through the muddy haze that's begun to cloud his thoughts, he takes a deep breath and succumbs to the urge to touch himself. It won’t be enough, it’s never enough..

Jeno’s fingers graze across the collar, shivering down his forearm as they meet the cold metal. He knows if he really needed to he could easily break through it, as long as the reason was worth it..

You are worth it though, he thinks, humming to himself; softly stroking down the expanse of his exposed collarbone to mimic the way you caress him when you think he’s asleep. He knows when you’re there, staring at him with those large two-toned dolly eyes, tracing his broad chest between the divets of defined muscle and bone.

The rough pads of his fingers can only do so much, Jeno squeezes his eyes shut, slowly reaching for the waistband of his sweats. He plays with the scrunched material for a moment, reminiscing the strong scent of melted sugar, decadent rich chocolate, syrupy sweet as he lapped the mess off your inner thighs. A low growl rumbles up his chest, finally diving in to encompass his clothed erection. The heat radiating off his length burns through the material of his briefs, palm sweltering as he hisses and forces himself to crush the material around himself.

Fuck, it’s hot.

Jeno can see his deep breath’s fog up the glass, turning his face to the side to contain a moan. He’s barely touched himself and feels ready to burst, an invisible string tugs his spine, threading through his thighs past the filled up sack pulsating there. It trails up, dragged through his length to the tip where he’s pathetically soaking wet. Precum’s made a mess of his briefs, the head of his cock outlined perfectly by the darkened thin cloth drenched over his slit, the girthy mushroom cap shape would terrify most, but he can’t stop picturing the way your face lit up the first time you accidentally walked in on him after a shower.

Jeno gasps, playing with himself by prodding at the wet covered slit, a string of thin wetness attaches to his digit causing his knees to shake. Jerking off hasn’t been the same since you moved in, while he used to do fine with stroking himself once a day, it’s become a time-consuming pass-time with you around.

‘Can I touch?’

You asked so innocently, jaw hung as he stepped out of the shower and patted down his warm skin flushed in shades of pink and red. Flaccid cock jerking on his thigh the second he opened his eyes and spotted you at the door stood still from the shock.

‘You want to?’

Jeno had to bite back a cocky smile threatening to stretch his lips, leading you to sit on the bathroom counter he moved to stand between your thighs, nodding for you to untie the damp towel hanging low on his hips.

‘Is this okay?’ The light touch of your nails tapped along his chest, leisurely gliding down between the etched lines of his contracting stomach muscles. Hot and smooth after thoroughly exfoliating and moisturizing in the shower, needing to take the edge off after watching your AM at home pilates class.

Jeno can feel himself convulse, his hollowed stomach sucking in as he reaches to yank his cock free, tugging his balls above the material of his bottoms for some relief. He groans, just testing the weight, imagining your weaker wrist bending back. The way his length masked nearly the entirety of your palm.

He had to help you back then, not only encourage you to wrap your hand around him, but to stroke and grip firmly, work a repeating motion around his size, to not be scared. The obscene visual of your hand barely being able to wrap around him makes his toes curl in his socks, pushing up higher in the box until the crown of his head hits the top lightly. Groaning between his pursed lips he arches up for more, body fighting his own resistance to take this slow, really draw out the experience.

The rough dryer skin wrapped around his cock will never compare to your dainty smooth hand, the way you held him so cautious and eager at the same time. Asking him ‘what now?’, he can’t believe it even now, how fucking sweet and naive you were just a few months ago; to now crawling on your knees before him, pushing your ass out fully presented begging to be filled.

Jeno twists back and forth down his size, the precum making a huge mess between his fingers, some even reaching the glass when he thrusts forward involuntarily. He can’t control the erratic gyration his hips fall into, can’t suppress an embarrassing whine from exiting his throat. It hurts so bad to know that this is it, unable to even fool himself that you’ll be there when he opens his eyes, that you’re more than just a fantasy for him to get off too and not touch.

Another grunt escapes as he vividly paints your euphoric face behind his eyes, the one you make when you lay back and expose yourself completely for him. Sucking on your finger before reaching down to spread yourself open and plead for the Alpha to use you.

‘Touch me the way I like.’

Jeno can’t breathe anymore, can’t even decipher how fast his fist is fucking up and down his length anymore, he wants to scream, cry, punch a hole through a wall, shatter the glass surrounding him.

He should have fucked you last time, should have came deep inside your womb, should have kept you plugged full of cum for days; but he got scared.

Jeno curses under his breath, feeling guilty as he fucks up into his tightened fist faster. It’s not tight enough, it’s not warm and wet sucking around his cock the way your cunt did. The screams you let out when he managed to enter you only half-way replay in his mind constantly, only wishing he could feel the pathetic excuses of punches you tried slamming against his chest; the faded scratch marks on his shoulders always bringing a smirk to his face when he spots them in his reflection.

“Fuck.” Jeno whines desperately, writhing up to thrust into you faster, give you every inch for once like you deserve. His free hand reaches to glide over the slightly raised skin, retracing the clear memory of your struggle before Renjun rushed in and barreled into him, having to use all of his weight against the hybrid to get him off of you.

Jeno never meant to hurt you, but he can’t deny how good it feels now to get off to, pulling harder and harder on his length; the massive girth pulsating against his palm with each meticulous stroke. He’d do anything to feel your pussy spread apart by his size again, just to be in you, taste your slick arousal all around him. Tears burn at the corners of his clenched eyes before he realizes, the first to drop incinerating down the side of his face.

The worst part is he’s not crying because it feels too good. He’s crying because it hurts. A watery choked sob drowns his next gasp of air, eyes fluttering open to gaze down in disbelief. Swollen from the base to the tip, his cock glares back at him, each vein pulsing angrily. The Alpha inside of him can’t take this anymore, turning on him in his weakest moment.

“Please,” Jeno’s head drops, sniffling his tears and the snot that’s begun to drip from his nose. “Hurts, please it hurts.”

He’s not sure who he’s begging anymore, himself? You? A higher power willing to spare him just this once?

The thought has him blinking up to the sky to ask if God even cares about some mutated hybrid? But the sky no longer appears clear and bright, hidden by darkness, freckled with distant stars and ash gray polluted clouds. Jeno cries harder at the realization that he’s been at this for hours, so deeply sucked into his fantasy that he feels close to hallucinating.

Another sob fights free, shivering as he works through his own pain and continues to play with himself. One hand securely wrapped around the base of his length while the other works to massage through the blood engorged girth throbbing against his palm.

If he had you here, he’d plunge deep inside of you, in and out over and over again without falter. Jeno nods, dry swallowing his next cry, rolling his head forward to find your familiar silhouette approaching slowly. Each step you take looks unreal, not even leaving footprints behind on the dirt and grass as you near the glass case, and he knows he must be going crazy now.

The ruts completely took over, blacked out eyes altering his surroundings into a fever daydream; fogging his senses, morphing him into a mindless fuck-puppy willing to do anything to reach blissed relief. It’s enough to see your face, your immaculate pretty perfect face, even with the worry behind your eyes and an upset slump weighing your shoulders down; he can feel release closer than ever.

Your head tilts, palms laid flat to the case, even wearing one of Jeno’s favorite shirts to sleep in. Unable to properly function, he doesn’t stop to ponder why you’d be wearing that let alone anything at all in his dreams. Instead he growls, pressing forward enough for his nose to crush against the glass, glaring at you with eyes that could devour.

“Alpha?”

Jeno’s body violently twitches, tugging once, twice, not even a third time at his length before aggressively spilling out one of the largest loads of cum he’s ever seen. The mess of it shoots up as he strokes and releases anguished shouts between growls, painting the glass in a creamy thick disaster.

It seems endless where you stand and watch with your jaw hung on the floor, the Alpha relentlessly pulling on his fat reddened length, the head of it near purple from hours of edging himself.

“Oh my god..” you whisper, fearfully nibbling your nails as he snaps back to your face with more black than white overtaking his gaze.

Jeno’s drooling now, his face entirely wet from crying, sniffling, spit working down to gather at the base of his thick neck.

“Alpha..” the name rolls off your tongue again, stifling your breath as you begin to tremble beneath his nefarious expression. “Al-alpha, I want to help you..”

Jeno flinches when you call for him again, his hard size not going down a bit, painfully swollen in his grasp. He topples forward, the chains leaving him no other choice than to press against the glass, the front of his sweats and cock smearing his last bits of arousal that haven’t slid down all the way.

“Touch me.” A gasp gets stuck in your throat, never seeing his mouth move despite hearing Jeno’s voice around you.

He looks wrecked, eyes half-rolled up, sweat dripping down to hang in tear drops along his defined jaw. It’s shocking to see the typically strong Alpha in this state, weak and still pumping his length uncontrollably, huffing hot breaths against the glass rapidly with each jerk around his size.

Renjun would be furious if he found out you only lied about your stomach hurting to lure him to the living room, pleading for your owner to pet your tummy pain away knowing good and well nothing hurt other than the burning ache between your thighs. Requesting tea to help you sleep did the trick, throwing yourself and whining about your cramps for more soothing comfort as you slipped crushed up sleeping pills in his steamy mug, chewing at all of your cuticles until he finally passed out and laid limply on the couch. The key he’d kept tucked away in his pocket seemed important, continuing to pat the area mindlessly throughout the evening.

‘Forgive me.’ You whispered, stealing the key before heading out and following scraps of Jeno’s scent still lingering in the crisp night air.

Your own scent spiked the closer you reached him, confused mostly by the notes of sour hidden in his usual aromatic comforting scent. It’s clear the Alphas emotions have gone haywire the more you pick up frustration, anger and arousal with each sniff.

“Jeno.” Heat swarms through your gut when you finally find him, crumpled up inside of a glass case miserably jerking himself off. His statuesque features wrinkled together in distress, even his arm and wrist appearing strained as you slowly walk up to him, treading lightly and mildly afraid.

The Alpha seems too dazed to realize how loud he screams, thrashing wildly as his release rips free, concaving the skin of his stomach that’s visible with his shirt shoved up to his waist. Jeno’s never looked so pathetic, groveling and sobbing, furiously trying to empty every drop of cum from his cock. The tip shoots out weak little jerky spurts by the end, leaving him boneless, choked by the collar keeping him held up in place.

It’s only as he begins to come down that he blinks at you between tears clumping his long dark eyelashes together, gasping short staggered breaths as he scans your face.

Puppy.

Jeno wants to cry for you, call out your name, scream until his chest rips at the seams; throat too dry to let out more than a whimper, a broken wail at best. The Alpha tenses, reaching to tap his fingers against the glass, each large vein lining his bicep thumping rapidly as he scratches down; silently pleading to be released.

“Jeno, I need you..”

The cracked whine in your tone makes his chest cave in, every instinct shouting that his mate needs him, his Omega needs to be taken care of, fucked and bred full of pups. The collar around his throat tightens with each gulp, laxed as he falls forward pitifully and whines, clawing at the glass door desperately.

“Need you.. Alpha..” crumbling to your knees you lock him in place with a heady gaze, chest dragging down the glass. Pert nipples hardened by arousal and cool night air, stiff through the material of his shirt clinging to your curves. Jeno wants to fall with you, buckling at his knees uncontrollably, the boney points hitting glass where his cums dripped down to. He can hardly breathe anymore, choking himself the more he attempts to move and break free, face gone different tones of red and pink from lack of air.

Brain fog clears enough to recall you’d remembered to grab the keys Renjun was trying to hide, patting way down to your hips to find where you shoved them inside of your underwear. The Alphas glazed over eyes stare down blearily, foaming at the corners of his lips as he continues to flex and strain each muscle, rattling the chains holding him down with small strategic movements to break free of the binds.

Jeno can’t think beyond escaping, surrounded by your heavy scent of arousal, the air thick enough to swallow and melt on his tongue; it’s too much, making his cock jump with each breath. His rut fully taken over to the point of hallucination, every thought shoved aside by the need to claim, fuck, and breed.

Stress consumes your chest, fumbling the keys and having to try a few different ones that won’t fit into the lock. “Fuck fuck.” Slippery hands make it impossible to work faster, glancing back as Jeno’s face morphs to a deep shade of red, each vein on his forehead protruding out violently near the brink of bursting.

Each failed attempt to unlock him heightens the sound of wilderness surrounding you, each bird swarming the area chirps louder, every snap of twig spine wrenching, wind howling around menacingly to taunt you for making your Alpha suffer. The latch finally gives, the sound of it cutting through your throat, catching your breath with a wrapped fist; everything muted by the dramatic fall landing the padlock in a pile of leaves and dirt by your knees.

Jeno’s growl could break glass, shaking the ground beneath you as he finally rips the chains from metal hooks Renjun paid extra money to install, guaranteed not even a wild beast would be able to escape.

It shouldn’t terrify you this much, inching back on your knees with a frightful gaze, but the Alphas never looked this deranged before. Drool gathers down his chin, snarling and shoving the glass open, he pauses, standing in place breathing wildly; chest collapsing in with each deep drawn inhale.

More than animalistic, Jeno seems voracious, treading forward in disbelief as the soles of his feet meet the outside of the box. Tongue lapping at the collection of saliva pouring from his swollen gnawed lips. He watches you curiously, blazed eyes tilting with his head as he stands above you engulfing your body in a shadow of heat.

It’s your fault, all of this, chasing the Alpha everyday, flaunting your rapturous seductive scent in his face only to deny him; forcing him to get locked up to keep you safe and protected.

“Present.” Jeno growls, baring the top row of his teeth, akin to a rabid dog with tendrils of drool hanging from his jawline.

“Jeno..”

Lunging forward, his teeth snap together, reaching for a tuft of your hair to stop you from crawling away. “What did you just call me?”

Jeno fumes, shaking you by the grip around your hair painfully, each strand aching from the small rough tugs pushing you side to side.

“Alpha?” You groan and hiss, reaching for his hips to keep steady and alleviate the pain surging down to your nape. “Alpha, hurts..”

“Then submit.” Jeno shoves you back, pushing his foot into your hip to get you on all fours. “Don’t make me say it again.”

“B-but.. I c-can’t—“ Jeno doesn’t let you finish, without another second of hesitation he buries a foot under your hip and effortlessly forces you onto your front. “Alpha! N-no!”

“Shut up,” Jeno sinks down, cupping your hips to set you steady on your knees. “Submit like a good bitch for once.”

“We can’t! Our owner said!—“

“I don’t fucking care.” Jeno snarls, encompassing your exposed rear with hot thick palms. He’s never this combative, never this cruel and relentless; delivering a lash of a slap to your ass with one hand as his other reaches lower to shove your shoulder down and press your chest to the ground. “You belong to me.”

“We can’t! It won’t fit!” The thought of Jeno’s massive size sets shivers off throughout your limbs, bad enough last time you tried to take him that you had to ice yourself for the rest of the day even after a vet visit as Renjun stomped around scolding him for hurting you. Not even more than a few inches of his thick girth had managed to glide inside of you before belting out deadly shrieks.

“I’ll make it fit.” He grunts, wedging your underwear up between the globes of your ass, kneading and palming the fat that folds over onto your lower back with teeth snapping loudly. “This is what you’re made for.”

Rustling noises alert you, blinking rapidly and failing to turn your head with the Alphas weight keeping you in place, unable to see him undressing as fast as possible with one hand. “You’re going to be good for me puppy.” Jeno says, more so commands, smoothing down to shove your hair away and grip the back of your neck. “Beg for it.”

Slotted between your thighs he gathers your underwear to stretch out, pushing the blunt wet tip of his length against your tight flexed hole. The dampness kissing yours noisily, splitting your labia folds open releasing wads of wetness down between your thighs. The visual tugging a groan from the back of his chest, fingers looped around his cock painfully tight to stop from thrusting all the way in. He needs to remain collected, give you time to adjust, no matter how rageful the veins striping his rod appear.

“..A-alpha— please, be nice..” you whimper, suffocating the more Jeno clutches your neck, the more he prods your folds side to side; admiring the fatty flesh framing his angry swollen tip, foreskin stretched back displaying the full mushroom cap shining with precum. The same one you ‘oooo’ and ‘aaaahhh’ for every time.

“I’m always nice puppy,” Jeno’s tongue clicks, licking the backs of his teeth to gather saliva, mouth dehydrated, thirsting for a taste. “Always so nice to you, too nice. That’s why you’re gushing around me..” shaking his head he dips in an inch, biting down on his bottom lip hard enough to break skin. The giant head obscene trying to push in past your tight hole, immediately suctioned by wet warmth sucking around him in a way that makes his stomach twitch; muscles convulsing between etched lines, sucked in as he takes in a long deep ragged breath.

“Fuck!” Jeno howls, losing the battle with his Alpha, needing to feel you wrapped around each inch. He sinks in with precision, cock sliding through your creamy silk folds with ease. He’s too big regardless of how much you leak around the wide expanse of meat stretching you open with each inch, pushing arousal to drip down his thighs, noisily spurting and bubbling with each short thrust.

Jeno blows your puffed up tail away, nipping at it, slapping his cheek fretfully with each dip of his length. The constant whines you screech out only annoy him all the more. “Such a greedy puppy.” The Alpha hums, digging his neatly filed nails into the sides of your throat, a silent warning to quell the tremors shooting up your tail. “Take take take, that’s all you know how to do. Now it’s my turn to take.”

Jeno’s tone dives into a deeper octave, more sadistic and grim, causing you to scratch at the ground to scurry away; fight or flight instinct taking over and screaming to run. The spike of fear muddying your scent has him caging your neck tighter, fingers curled into your throat cutting your breaths short.

“Teach you how to be my good puppy.” He emphasizes by rocking his hips forward, balls smacking your clit with a heavy land, splashing obscene amounts of wetness between your thighs. The action flutters your eyes shut in humiliation as he tugs your neck back enough to scruff you, assuaging your fear with another deep hum and domineering clutched grip. “This is for your own good.”

The last time you can remember being tamed in such a way had to be when you were still a rambunctious newborn, only faintly recalling when your guardians would gather the skin at your nape to settle you down. Jeno had never gone as far as to scruff you, overtaken by his Alphas needs to be in control, he licks up your jaw without apologizing, teeth pinching your cheek with a soft nip. “Such a cute cute, pretty puppy.”

Hauling you back to lay against his chest, he reaches around to grab your stomach, sitting you fully onto his cock; cunt barely able to squeeze around the mass stretching you out. “So deep inside of you pup..” Jeno’s nose drags down your cheek, drool smearing from his pink wet lips. “Feel so good, perfect for me. Fucking made for me baby.”

Between sniffles you try to agree, caught between pleasure and pain fighting for dominance, losing the fight to your desires when his long digits apply pressure under your navel. “Feel that puppy?”

Gargled spit rises up your throat, blinking away the droplets of tears hanging from the rims of your big wet eyes; mustering up nothing more than hiccups and erratic nods. Huffing from his nose, the Alphas tongue hangs out, licking up your soaked cheek. The entire scene filthy and animalistic, cock buried in deep enough to teasingly kiss your cervix, helpless and weak like nothing more than a stupid prey falling into your predator’s devious trap.

“Alpha!” Jeno’s hands collar your throat even tighter somehow, leveraging his weight above you to rise higher and slip fully out only to pummel into you fast and recklessly. Air flow completely constricted by his strong palms bracketing your throat. Each thrust buries him in deeper than the last leaving you gasping deliriously, fully rearranging your insides with every violent blow meeting your cervix. Fucking worse than a dog in heat, he screams gravely, teeth grinding together, cock chubbed up with blood pushing your walls to stretch open to take all of him.

Without warning he cums, pushing it deeper and deeper without falter, nothing in his movement indicating that he’s ready to stop. The sounds behind you pure animal, rising from the depths of his chest with each hot white spurt entering your womb. Jeno slams into you harder, ass rippling under the collision of his hips. “That’s a good puppy, finally learning your place.”

Jeno smirks, licking his lips clean of drool, grabbing fistfuls of your ass before releasing to spank you again. A fucking mess, slicked down to your knees, ass covered in your juices. He slides out slowly, in a daze as each inch drags out more wet than the last, tugging your ass further apart only to admire the way your cunt swells around him. “Mmm, fuck..”

Jeno wants to whimper when you clench around the head of his cock, stealing a last staggering string of nut before he pops out obscenely loud. The sound even more magnified outdoors, cutting through the crisp night air and rattling your spine with embarrassment.

As much as he loves to see your pussy destroyed, gaped and stretched by the width of his girth, pulsing open in despair for more; Jeno can’t stand to see his seed go to waste, trickling out past your fattened up folds.

“What an ungrateful puppy.” Palms collide with your ass, snapping your back into a bowed arch, breaking with a shout. The tremble let out racking through your body more earth shattering, nearly knocking you off your knees, perfect for the Alpha who uses the opportunity to roll you over, shoving your thighs open with heavy hot palms rubbing up the tender flesh of your inner thighs.

Jeno swoops down, stomach flattened to the ground, latching his mouth over your hole to suck. The sound of slurping loud, disgusting and lewd, swallowing his own cum out of your hole with eyes rolled up facing the back of his head.

“Jeno!”

He rumbles, tongue and nose dragging up and down between your thighs. A fucking mess of slick covering his face, taking over his ability to breathe as you gush out more slick, a huge wad of it dripping down the bridge of his nose. Growling angrily, he slaps your inner thighs meanly, nails clawing down to your knees to scare you.

“A-alpha!” You convulse, writhing under the hard grip he sets on your hips, gluing you down to ravage your cunt with menacing lashes of tongue. Wet and wide, lapping faster than he ever has, chin pouring down with the remnants of wetness he misses, mindlessly devouring between your folds and crevices.

Another loud sob flies from your throat, reaching up to cross your arms on your chest; something to stop you from levitating as another orgasm travels through your body. This one rippling through your thighs and toes until they cramp and helplessly kick in the air.

“Pretty pussy all for me.” Jeno kisses, spitting just to watch your hole open up hungrily for more.

“Slutty cock hungry puppy.. my perfect puppy.” He kisses, quickly moving up to slot his hips between your legs, leaning down to mumble against your parted lips. “Okay?”

It's barely a nod, but it’s enough, letting the Alpha know you need more, you want more. Jeno nods back, nose dripping with a mixture of your arousals gently rubbing against yours, a tender moment before wrapping around his size; fat cock snuggled up to your sore hole. The thick tip nudging its way past the pathetic fight your body puts up, clamping around him in a way that sucks around his length, only inviting him to fuck further in.

He thrusts in harder than before, shocking your nerves, an invisible string attached to your navel lifts your back off the floor, arching up with a shout. Jeno mutters thousands of curses, hissing as he watches inch by inch disappear inside of you. Cock swelling up to full size ready to break your pussy for good. Nodding dumbly, he drags up your torso, tickling your throat before locking around you tightly, hoisted up with a lung clogging grip to hang from his cock.

“So full baby.” Reaching under his shirt, he cups the bulge formed under your belly button, becoming obsessed with how stretched you feel. The tip of his length sculpting a place there with a bed of cum prodding your stomach to expand. “Always knew you could take it.”

“Ughhh, Alpha!” It’s more blabber, hiccups and broken small cries; hardly able to form your words let alone thoughts coherently.

Jeno pulls you to his chest, throwing your weight up and down his thick cock, the pain burning through your middle in a sinfully pleasurable way. It’s sickening how good it feels to know the Alphas high-pitched moans, wanton cries, desperate growls are all for you, that they are all because of you. He fucks as if he’ll never stop, hands scattered all over your flesh leaving scratches and claiming marks behind, caking up skin and bits of blood under trimmed fingernails.

“Never stop fucking you,” Jeno pants, spit slick mouth breathing harshly against your cheek, biting the plump flesh between words. “I’ll never stop fucking you, keep you full of my cum, make sure you’re always filled with pups. Fuck you until your body breaks for me, mine, only mine.”

Rabid hunger pushes him over the edge, throwing you down on the ground to ram into you, nothing to hold him back. Jeno throws your legs over his shoulders, knee pits folding limblessly over the broad muscle; pushing ahead to fold you in half. He grabs your neck again, handprints already blooming around the sensitive skin there. Carelessly fucking into you with abandon, body shoved higher by each thrust, the tip of his size pushing past your cervix; bulged tip breaking through your womb with determination. Barbs form around his length, ripping shrieked screams from your chest as they expand and scratch through your muscle.

Grunting above you like a beast, Jeno’s unrecognizable, eyes blown out by the rut, teeth snapping covered with drool, nose snarled back; ready to attack and pounce. Exposed canines threaten to chew you up, lifting your neck like a toy to shove your foreheads together. Thrusting relentlessly through your heat, his barbed length trapped between your fiery heat is unwilling to stop, prodding harder at your insides the closer he reaches climax. “Fuck you full of my babies, Mine mine mine.”

Jeno’s lost to the unreal grip your pussy has around his barbed length, still attempting to milk him dry despite how much it hurts. The tears streaking your cheeks forming glossy puddles over your two toned eyes a reminder of how much this hurts; how much you still want it, how badly you need it.

“Anything for your Alpha,” he growls shakily, cock throbbing. Hissing as the thick head of his size thrusts in deeper; expanding past the opening of your cervix. Fucking little watery whimpered cries and repeated ‘uh uh uh’ out of your near lifeless body. “Anything?”

Jeno sounds distraught, his Alpha needing you to be responsive. Howling for you to plead, desperate for his good Omega bitch to say what he needs to hear.

Weakly nodding, you sniffle, mouth parting with strings of spit attached. Ruined, only good enough for your Alpha to ever want. “A-any—thing.”

Jeno’s length retracts, pulling out to the tip abruptly. Chest rising and falling similar to a beast after chasing down their prey and succeeding. Blown out gaze dissipating for a second, dropping your legs from his shoulders to properly hold your head up, breathy ragged air fanned across your lips. “Love you so much puppy.”

The Alpha thrusts back in, slamming into your cervix all at once with one full swope. Each ridge of his barbed cock painfully digging in past your somehow still tight cunt. “Fuck puppy! Love you so much.” Jeno cries out, ripping your hair back to bite down on your scent gland. Cock pulsing stronger than an accelerated heart beat. The fat head of his rod breaking your womb, growling as teeth break your skin, mating your Alpha and Omega as he unloads; cock lodging in place expanding at the base. The knot rips an excruciating pleasured orgasm out of you as your muscles seize up and struggle to stretch with the swell tugging your entrance to its limits.

Jeno hasn’t stopped cumming, drowning your womb in hot white strands of sticky release. The new sensation gushing your slick against his cock, adding sensitivity from the pressure of your orgasm, dribbling out in small spaces past his knot leaving his balls soaked with arousal.

Only then does Jeno’s Alpha finally exhale, lapping up the wound inflicted on your throat, tonguing the indents of teeth marks as sorrowful apologetic puppy whimpers pass between exhilarated breaths. The wanton neediness in each lick only a sign that he’s nowhere near done, continuing to spill inside of you until your stomach juts out painfully.

Jeno mumbles a ‘thank you’ ever so quietly, using the minute of clear head space to check in on you and lick your face clean.

“Thank you puppy.” He whispers again, losing sight of his satisfied gaze behind the backs of your eyelids, drifting off as he sets you into a new position onto your side and glides back in. “Thank you.”

Morning comes fast despite your exhaustion, cuddled up to your Alpha atop of the blanket your owner had set out for him. Jeno’s everything consumes you, covered in layers of dry cum, wrapped in the Alphas scent, bite marks littered over your chest, neck, and shoulders.

“Mmmph..” Jeno whimpers in his sleep, shifting against your back and rolling his face to hide in the crook of your neck, nose pressed to your scent gland.

“Alpha.. mhmm hungry.”

Right on time, wooden sticks snap followed by the clouded scent of human drifting through, rising the Alphas head to scan the area and tighten his hold around you.

“What. The. Fuck!” Renjun charges closer the moment he’s near enough to spot the glass box fully open and missing his pup. A scream high enough for only dogs to hear ripping free as he comes to an abrupt stop and finds the two of you laid together.

Jeno smiles, licking your cheek and kissing you to wake up. “Foods here.”

#HAPPY JENO DAY🥳🩵💙🩵💙

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Arcade (M)

pairing. Jeno x female reader

genre. hmm what’s all this then? anyway…… smut, M/F, pwp

warnings. vaginal/backdoor unprotected rough sex, rimming, non-consented camera use, you don’t have to read Switch+Chain to understand but it might help. minors DNI.

wc. 6k+

now playing. Arcade//NCT Dream

It’s hard.

It’s been hard actually, attempting to commit to some type of relationship while living in the same household as your.. whatever he was.

First love, the man who took your virginity, your boyfriend's father.

It doesn’t help that things have been really tense between you and Jeno ever since your mom refused to move out, claiming Johnny needs to compensate her for uprooting her life with false hope of a future together.

He acquires the guest room most nights, or…doesn’t come home, and you notice— you notice it every time. When he shows up the next day, neck garnished with bitten bruises poorly hidden under his collar, lips swollen red from whatever he got up to. The avoidance he graces you with— never once meeting your gaze as he passes by on the way to his office. It’s been about a month of this; and on top of it all your mother refuses to let you enjoy any alone time with Jeno.

‘I don’t approve of this.’ She repeats daily, shoving between the two of you sitting together in the living room. ‘You are not allowed to date this horrid insolent boy.’

Jeno can’t stand it either, not helping his case with his rude and disrespectful responses, arguing back and forth with her about how this is technically his house and she can leave.

“I can’t deal with your mom anymore.” He whispers. It’s 1am, also the time your mother typically passes out after raiding Johnny’s wine cabinet. Keeping you up later every night as you have to wait to sneak to each other’s bedrooms. “It’s been two weeks.”

Two weeks since you fucked.. in the upstairs bathroom at Mark’s house, some Saturday night kick back. Even then the two of you hadn’t mentioned your.. situationship to anyone. Jeno’s friends finding it peculiar how often he’s canceled on them to hang out with his… whatever you are.

“We can try a quiet activity..” you tease, tickling under his shirt.

“I can’t even fuck you in my room anymore without her breathing down my neck.” Jeno scowls, pushing his nose against your forehead. “Besides, we both know how loud you get, baby.”

“I’ll keep my mouth shut.”

“I have an idea,” Jeno had already brought up getting a hotel before, foregoing the thought as his bank account stared back at him looking bleak; failing to mention that his father had cut off the weekly allowance he’d become accustomed to after their blow up(you know, the one about you). “Haechan just became a keyholder at that arcade place he works at.”

“You want to play video games, right now?”

“No no, I’m gonna ask him for a favor.” Jeno smiles, pulling you close to his chest. “For us.”

“Where are you going?”

Your foot tracks come to a halt just as you reach the front door, more dressed up than usual. Nothing much, a short velvet dress with lace trimming, something Jeno picked out from your closet without knowing who gifted it to you in the first place.

Placing your hand on your chest in mock-shock, you gasp turning to face Johnny. “Oh my God, I haven’t heard your voice in so long— I’d forgotten you even live here.”

“I remember this dress.” Johnny’s gaze traces down, stopping at your chest for a second too long as his mouth tweaks to one side. “You were supposed to wear it—“

“Yeah.” You interrupt, reaching for the hem floating just under the jut of your buttcheek to play with. “For our next weekend together, you said I looked pretty when I tried it on.”

“You do,” Johnny’s eyebrows come together, trailing down lower to your strappy heels and manicured toes. “You look beautiful, sexy. Gorgeous as always.”

“..do you miss me?” The question comes out unexpectedly, biting down on the sides of your tongue after asking, nervously pinching your thighs together as he nods; hand running through his loose hair and tugging at the ends.

“Of course I do.” Johnny nearly smiles, the corners of his lips pointing up, none of it reaching his dark eyes continuing to stay low and avoid your face. “But you’re going to meet my son right now, aren’t you?”

“No!” You snap to answer too fast, clearing your throat and swiping your hair back. “I’m meeting my friends.”

“You don’t have friends.” Johnny scoffs a laugh jokingly, shrugging half-apologetically. “Your mom asked me to make sure you stay away from Jeno, you know.”

“He’s my boy—friend..” you say hesitantly. “I think..”

“Yes, you do seem to be a pair.” Johnny hums, leaning against the hallway wall. “It’s almost as if your mother won’t leave my son's side and Jeno won’t leave yours. I don’t believe I’ve seen you once without him around ever since..”

“Ever since we broke up?”

“We didn’t break up.” Johnny’s fast to correct. “We were never together, not you and I anyway.” He waves off, more sluggish in appearance now as you step closer and take in his tired expression. “I should have left you alone.”

“What do you me—“

“You should get going, Jeno’s been waiting outside for a while now.” Johnny cuts you off, motioning to the front door. “Probably getting annoyed knowing him.”

“Did you ever love me?” You know you shouldn’t, but Johnny’s right; if Jeno’s not plastered to your back then your mom’s hovering around with her nose deep in your business. Over the last few weeks cuddled up next to Jeno wide awake as he softly snores you can’t stop your mind from spinning, asking questions you never received answers to.

“You still have to ask?” His shoulders fall, slumping further against the wall, hooded eyes falling to his feet. “Of course I did.. I still do. I always will.”

“Then why did yo—“

“What’s taking so long!” Jeno busts through the front door, pausing with his knuckles turning white where he grips the handle hard enough to break off. “What the fuck is going on here?”

“Nothing.” Johnny says casually, shoving off the wall to stand up straight. “As we agreed to, nothing at all.” He nods in Jeno’s direction, returning to his usual stature of living without acknowledging your existence, not even a ‘goodbye’ wave before exiting the room.

Jeno grabs the crook of your elbow tugging you back into his chest hard enough to have you stumbling, gasping out of shock. “Was he talking to you?!”

“Huh? Ow! You’re hurting me!” Tugging your arm away at the same time Jeno releases as if you’ve burned off the skin off his palm sends you tumbling forward, saved by his arm swiftly coming to wrap around your waist; eyes bouncing around full of concern and confusion.

“Sorry! I mean..” Jeno’s teeth grind together, softly squeezing you in his hold. “I’m sorry, didn’t mean to..”

“Okay.. is everything alright?”

He frowns, ducking in to press his chin against your shoulder, eyelashes dragging down to the side as his eyes fall and lose their usual sparkle. “Yeah, I’m sorry…”

“It’s okay Jeno.. let’s get going, yeah?”

“Yeah yeah.” He nods, pecking your skin before moving back to get the door for you. “I didn’t think he was home, swore I heard him leave earlier. Thought he’d be gone for the night fucking some whore.”

Jeno leads you to his car, missing the way you flinch at the mention of Johnny’s reoccurring activities, still sensitive as you try to process the answer you’ve been looking for.

I always will. That’s what Johnny said.. but there was something else.

Jeno’s driving, drumming on the steering wheel to calm his anxiety, the image of your back facing him with his fathers lazy eyes on you as you stood much too close together won’t leave his mind. He’s sick of it really, fighting his own father for the same girl; brainstorming new ways to threaten him. Even breaking into the old man’s home office to look through his patients files for some dirt, completely illegal but what about this predicament isn’t at this point.

“Back there..” you break his thoughts, clearing your throat.

“Huh?” Jeno glances, shifting his tense shoulders to relax and lean back in his seat. “Back there?”

“Your dad.. he said something, about ‘as we agreed to’ I think..” you say cautiously, picking at your cuticle. “Did you guys ever talk? About.. us?”

Jeno steps down on the brake abruptly, hurling your chest forward restrained by the seat belt that tightens up around you. “What?”

At least the lights red, you think, rubbing at your sore chest. “...Ow..”

Jeno sighs, more annoyed now, tapping the steering wheel with more aggression. “What the hell are you talking about?”

“Things have been weird, awkward I guess.. ever since..”

“Since he dumped you?” He sneers, pushing down on the gas pedal too hard and revving off down the street, luckily empty at this late hour.

“We weren’t together, not like.. not like how you and I are. I mean—“

“He took advantage of you..” Jeno shakes his head, zipping through intersections without bothering to slow down or stop. “He took advantage of you, and you let him.”

“That’s not—“

“It’s okay.” Hitting the brakes he stops, pulling into a parking spot with ease, using one hand to steer the wheel into place. “It’s okay.” Jeno repeats again, as if to reassure himself more than anything. “My dad, that fucking asshole..”

Pulling the shift into park, he leans back again, the back of his head slamming against the seat frustrated. “It’s not your fault. When I was a kid he used to psychoanalyze me too, used that shit to manipulate me.”

Johnny didn’t manipulate me, your lip twitches to say, folding your hands together as you purse your lips tight.

“He blamed me, you know— for my mom leaving..” Jeno’s tongue drags inside of his cheek, wandering eyes gleaming more beneath the night sky breaking through the windshield. “I never stood a chance against him honestly, even now I can’t trust he’ll leave you alone.”

“He does leave me alone, Jeno.”

“Yeah.” He pauses, turning halfway in his seat to face you, head tilted as he takes in your confusion. “I told him to leave you alone, is that a problem?”

“..and he agreed? Is that what he meant?” You ask wearily, picking up over time that Jeno can’t keep eye contact when he lies, becoming shifty and distracted as he mumbles.

He blinks slowly, tongue poking between his lips in thought without tearing away from your gaze. “I told him that I really like you, and for once in my life I want to have a chance at something genuine.”

Jeno’s playful demeanor you’ve become acquainted with(although still perplexing at times) seems to disappear the more he speaks, concerning you enough to take a hold of his hand. “Hey..”

He mumbles something hard to make out, sinking against his seat. “I hate seeing him around you, I know you don’t see it the way I do but.. he used you.”

Ouch.

How could Jeno so easily ruin your delusional high of believing his father had actual feelings for you with just a few words. It’s not worth discussing, not with him, he’d never see it the way you do.

Understandably so, to him Johnny may as well be the scum of the earth while he consumed your entire world, day to night; continuing to daydream of the future you could have with your boyfriend's dad. The idea alone fucked up enough to make you nauseous now, having to swallow the bitter taste of bile down. As sick as it is, Johnny had made a home for himself in your heart.. at least the parts Jeno hadn’t managed to infiltrate.

Half of you really contemplated choosing stupidity, ruin your chances of getting dicked down tonight. Perhaps spice it up, Jeno had become.. soft as of late, but the distress across his pretty face quelled your hunger for drama, for now.

“So, what you’re saying is..” you bend in closer, jerking his chin up to look at you, hand squeezing around his. “You really like me?”

Jeno’s smile returns, huffing out a laugh, hiding half of his face in the seat. “Fighting my dad for you wasn’t enough? I have to say it too?”

Shrugging, you lean in closer, biting at his earlobe. “Wouldn’t hurt to hear once in a while after years of thinking you hated me.”

“Well..” the sound of keys jingling turns your attention to Jeno’s hand coming up between you, eyebrow lifted suggestively. “I think you like it, actually— I know you love it when I fuck you like I hate you.”

“You’re gonna fuck me in the arcade?” You glance outside, ‘High Scores’ lights up the hood of his car, the rest of the street dim and empty compared to the bright neon light flickering above you. “Does Haechan know you’re risking his job to have sex uninterrupted?”

Jeno laughs, opening his door to get out and grab yours, the nice gestures still taking awhile to get used to.(This is the same guy that made you get out of his car and walk to school just to not be seen with you afterall.)

“Most he said is to not leave a mess behind and make sure I lock up when we’re done here.” Helping you out he pushes your back to the passenger door, gaze back to the excited playful one you prefer. “I can always fuck you here instead.”

Even now the thrill of secrecy reminds you of him... the times he’d pull you into the backseat of his SUV to steal a kiss; softly pecking your lips while mumbling that he needed a little taste of you everyday, thumbing at his bottom lip while he sat across from you during dinner and stole glances at you. The craving for more always lingering.

“Right here? Where anyone can see?” You ask, pretending to be shocked with wide eyes and clutching your chest. “You think I’m some whore you can just fuck on the street?”

Jeno bites down on his tongue, smirking and grabbing your hips. “I knew this dress would look good on you.” He hikes up the sides around your hips, lifting you up onto the hood to sit and make space between your thighs. “I like it when you listen to me.”

It’s little things like this that heat up your chest, stinging from within between guilt and a yearning need. The twisted part of your mind consumed by the thought that Jeno’s so similar to his dad, just younger, a little naive, but he’s definitely not as dumb as you had assumed.

“Do you think I look pretty?” You ask coyly, pulling his hips in closer with a tight squeeze of your thighs. Jeno wraps around your waist, face only an inch away from yours now, his tone lowering to a deep rasp.

“You’re always pretty. You know when I brought you around my friends I had to stop myself from putting Jaemin in a headlock with the shit he was saying.” His hands roam lower as he goes on, smoothing up the sides of your thighs to play with the straps of your underwear. “Had to remind myself that they don’t know about us.. yet.”

“Yet?”

Jeno hums, gathering your underwear to one side to swipe his thumb between your folds; his cheeks rising upon making contact with your wet entrance. “Once your mom gets off my ass it’ll be easier for us. I guess I’m still worried.”

He mumbles with lowered eyelids, grabbing onto your inner thigh to spread you open further. Not quite lying, not quite telling you the truth. “You still don’t trust me, right?

The skin between his eyebrows wrinkles slightly, long eyelashes fanning across the tops of his cheeks. “Seeing you with him today, I feel..”

“You can be honest with me baby.”

Jeno nods, the wrinkles on his forehead deepening, smearing two fingers over the outside of your entrance haphazardly. “I’m annoyed, I’m mad. I hate that he still gets to see you— to see you look pretty for me.”

“We didn’t talk.” You lie, cupping his face to smooth away the stress tightening his jaw. “He was just passing by.”

“You’re not lying, are you?” Jeno asks slowly, also familiar with the way you bite your lip when you lie. Even the smallest movement of biting one corner is enough to give you away.

“I’m not lying.” You say, tugging your lip in under your teeth with a smile, quickly moving to kiss his nose before he can continue interrogating you. Jeno’s eyes drop shut swallowing back his disappointed sigh, hand sliding away to grip your thighs and pull your core closer to his crotch.

“I know we don’t talk about this,” his face dips into the crook of your neck to hide, breath fanning down your throat mixing in with the chilled night air. “..and I know I can’t ask you to ignore him, we all live together..”

“Jeno” you say, pulling back to grab a hold of his face again. “We live together, you realize that? It’s always you, me.. and my mom unfortunately.”

He smiles at that, playfully biting at your thumb poking against the corner of his mouth. “I’m not used to my dad actually doing something nice for me.” Other than funding him with money, which hasn’t been the case as of late. Jeno considers that maybe you were the exchange, no more allowance but hey- I’ll let you have the girl.

Fixing his wind swept bangs to uncover his forehead, you wonder what exactly was said in this agreement; had Johnny really given up on you so easily? How could he say he still loves you and watch another man, let alone his own son, prance around in his face holding and kissing you? It didn’t make any sense..

Jeno shivers, smoothing your dress back down and nodding toward the Arcade. “It’s getting cold, wanna head inside and play?”

He helps you off the hood, taking a hold of your hand and using his other to unlock the front door. “Oh? You know, I can kick your ass at Pac-man.”

Jeno pulls you in, locking the door back up, the inside mostly dark aside from a few strips of neon lights bordering the ceiling. “Is that all you know how to play?” He laughs, drawing you further in with both hands taking a hold of yours. “We both know I can eat you up easily.”

Coming to a stop he flicks on a switch, the room coming to life with lights and mixtures of video game music from different machines. Most of them classic vintage games, a few pinball machines and air hockey table. Nothing much, but a gamers safe haven nonetheless.

“There’s Street Fighter, Ninja Turtles, Super Mario Brothers, Frogger..” Jeno walks around keeping you by his side, chuckling at your lost expression as you look at him like he’s speaking a foreign language. “Pac-man it is, winner takes it all yeah?”

“What are we playing for?” You grumble, feigning annoyance because this is not what you had in mind when Jeno texted you about sneaking out together.

“If I win, I get to do whatever I want with you.” He beams, eyebrows raising up and down before inserting coins into the game.

“What if I win?”

“If you win..” pouting his lips, Jeno sways in thought, snapping his fingers. “I get to do whatever I want with you.” He says proudly, displaying all of his pearly white perfect teeth.

“Don’t you already?” You say in an annoyed tone, nudging against his side and grabbing onto a joystick.

“There is one thing, actually.” Jeno lowers his gaze scanning down your figure, eyes ending on your backside. “I believe you know what I want.”

“Right now?” You have to splutter a bit, nervously squeezing your thighs together. “Won’t it hurt though?”

He laughs, barely, more of an act to stop himself from replying with ‘That’s the point.’

“No baby, it’ll feel good.” Jeno sticks out his pinky, jutting his pink bottom lip out covered with a sheen of spit. “I prom.”

“Prom?” You question, distracted by how enticing his mouth looks pouting at you paired with a wide glossy gaze.

“Half a promise,” he winks, locking your pinkies together. “It might hurt actually.”

“Jeno!”

“Winner takes it all!” He laughs, returning to focus on starting your game of Pac-man.

“Jeno, what the fuck! This isn’t fair!” You panic, immediately falling behind as his hand seems to blur and you crash into another ghost.

“What can I say? I’m a pro.” He says nonchalantly, the smirk painting his lips growing. “You know what else I’m a pro at eating?”

“Jeno!” You splutter, distracted by the wink he shoots at you as another sound of disappointment blasts from the game's speakers, on your last leg of life attempting to catch up to your opponent nearing the end.

“Winners win.” Jeno’s arms lift up proudly, boasting his victory with flexed biceps. “Losers lose.”

He keeps cheering, arms pumping and pretending to wave at a crowd as the game congratulates his victory. “You didn’t tell me you were good at this game!”

“Well, you said you could kick my ass.” He shrugs, grabbing your wrists and dragging you toward him. “It seems I will be the one beating your ass up instead.”

Jeno taps the pout that’s formed on your lips, disguising how irritated he feels in actuality. Tapping your bottom lip, he hums and leans back against a wall. “You wouldn’t lie to me, right?”

“Why do you keep asking?” You lilt, tilting your head suspiciously as you reach for his neck. Jeno snaps away too fast, quickly averting his gaze aside before you can catch his disappointment; his palms finding purchase around your waist and manhandling you against the wall.

“No reason,” he whispers, trapping your earlobe between his teeth and knocking his hips along your backside. “Don’t forget who won.”

The sound of his belt unlatching scratches at the back of your skull drowning out the arcade noises around you; with a bicep locking your arms together he wraps it around your elbows. The restraint tightens immediately, locking your arms in place behind your back. “Does it hurt, baby?”

‘Does it hurt badly?’

Pressing your cheek to the wall you shake, quietly muttering ‘no’, the churn in your stomach confusing you with arousal and guilt.

“That’s too bad..” pulling up your dress to bunch at your waist, Jeno slaps your ass softly, stroking his fingers over the roundness of your hips, dipping beneath the juncture between meaty flesh meeting thigh. “I know how much you love when it hurts.”

“Je—“

“Shhh.” Biting down on your earlobe, he tugs until you squeal, knees knocking together from the pain shooting through your ear. “See how you’re so fucking loud?”

Jeno sinks down into a squat gripping the sides of your ass and squeezing. His palms feel hot, heavy, digging his thin hard fingers into your cheeks. He pulls you open watching the thin string of your underwear fail to cover your holes completely, breath suctioning loudly between spit when he hisses and presses forward digging his nose against your barely concealed hole.

“Fuck!” You bite down, struggling to stay still on your toes digging deeper into the sole of your heels, his nose dragging up and down between releasing groans and deep breaths. The moans vibrating between the back of your thighs playing as a soundtrack for his disgusting euphoric high, leaving his mouth popped open, teeth catching onto bits of flesh hidden inside of you.

“So good.” Jeno laps at your rim, soaking up the thin piece of underwear there, teeth biting down and pulling away enough to watch your hole flutter. Slapping at your ass with a firmer hand he tugs the string off to one side, leaning forward to press his pouty lips against your hole. Mouth hot and breathy as he stays there tracing his words against your opening. “Want me to fill your little tight virgin asshole up so fucking bad, just look at the way you’re opening up for me already.”

As if on command slick drips down your inner thigh, rim convulsing around nothing. He snickers, tapping the tip of his finger against it. “So nasty, who taught you to be this fucking nasty huh?”

Oh.

Your eyes wrinkle together, hips jumping back in search of something wet, something to quell your need.

A succession of hard slaps stills your movement, ass stinging under his palm smoothing down, jiggling your cheek against his face. “Can’t even stop yourself, can you?”

“Please…do something.. please.”

Begging, you’re always such a beggar. Jeno can’t stand it, how your writhe and whimper, so desperate to get fucked. Can’t stand how pretty you sound when you beg, when you shout his name with your eyes facing the back of your skull. He can’t stand the way his cock jumps in his pants, twitching against his phone like a reminder.

“Ask for it.” His face rubs side to side, engulfed in your aroma, nose burying in and out of your hole teasingly. “Be a good girl, ask.”

“Jeno.. please,” sniffling, you have to shut your eyes to keep your mind blank. The similarities between two different men sit on your chest, sinking into the hollow, breaking down the bones and muscle protecting your heart. “Please baby.”

“Please what?” Pulling out his phone, Jeno double checks the silent button, hitting record and focusing on your ass sticking out; lower back making the shot from the way you dip in and arch out.

“Please, please fuck me…”

“Where?” He questions, tone falling deep, raspy, scratching up his vocal chords. “Tell me where.”

“My..” breath gets caught in your throat, hole clenching up as embarrassment flows down your face. Breaking out into a whimper at the first sign of moisture reaching the rims of your eyes. “My ass.. please fuck my ass.”

“That’s right,” Jeno groans, smoothing the pad of his finger around your wrinkled hole. “No one will ever fuck you the way I fuck you.”

Spit lands on your rim, the last shot he captures before sending the video off to a text message with ‘Asshole’.

‘Only for me.’

Pocketing his phone again, he focuses on collecting your wetness, swirling it together with his spit. The sounds of your needy whines only egg him on to work fast, lapping at the skin around his fingers until your knees bend and you shove back against his face.

Jeno contemplates for a second, mindlessly prodding the tips of two fingers in and out of your pulsating rim, your wanton cries driving him mad the longer he teases.

It shouldn’t hurt, but you deserve for it to hurt, because you’re a fucking liar, because you’d rather lie to him and allow his mind to wander.

Before he can shake away the worry, his phone buzzes, distracting him for a moment before pressing into your hole to keep you occupied.

‘Ask your little girlfriend about our conversation you rudely interrupted. I wouldn’t be so sure if I was you.’

Jeno can’t believe how fast this fucking asshole replies, nearly crushing his phone and jabbing his fingers into you roughly at the same time.

“Ahh!”

“Shut up.” He growls, shoving his phone away, proceeding to jackhammer two fingers inside your ass. A wad of spit lands around them adding a small amount of lubricant, his roughness forcing your ass to shake around the pressure.

“Baby please, ah!” Struggling to stay still, your toes pinch together, pushing your forehead against the wall with another cry. Tears stain down your cheeks the more he ignores you, muscles rippling up his forearm beneath pulsing large veins. “Please, slow..slow down!”

Another growl is all you hear in response, dipping in to lavv at the tough skin constricting around his fingers, his free hand reaching between your thighs to pinch at your clit and distract your mind from the pain.

Jeno’s ears fill up from the heat surrounding him, forcing another digit inside your hole and groaning at the visual of how obscenely stretched you are around him. Still managing to push in past your resistance, his stare burns, stuck on the little flex and pinch your ass gives with each push inside.

“Fuck, you feel so good.”

A startled broken moan slips out of you, caught off guard by how deep, near demonic his vibrato’s fallen to. The surprise has your hips canting back full of fear, excitement, Jeno’s fingers digging deep into your ass pushing against your walls.

“Relax, you’ll make this hurt more than it has to.”

The glide of his nose pressing to your neglected hole has you jolting up, legs pin straight the second his tongue flicks at your clit. His hand reaches around grasping your thigh, strong hold pushing you to sit down on his face. He tongues at your bundle of nerves viciously, nose suffocated by the ridiculous amount of slick pouring out of you, the majority of it dripping down past the consistent small dip in and out of you, trickling a pathway down his thick neck, bobbing and struggling to breathe with his airway full of arousal.

“Ah fuck! I’m close!” Full of urgency you scream, hands twitching like crazy to grab onto something, anything to help you stay attached to reality. He only speeds up, the fat of his tongue dragging along your swollen clit roughly, powerfully working you into a faster frenzy until your thighs quake.

Jeno’s relentless, tongue blurring against your clit with speed, nose stuffed as deep as possible, the three digits curling up and pulling. Pain and pleasure hit a new high, bending your neck back into a deep arch as your climax hits and erupts hard enough to choke him between the wet squirt and weight of your lower half coming down.

Slapping down on your upper thigh, Jeno gags, coughing from the fluid filling his nostrils, fingers crooking up before sliding out and smearing the mess of spit down your leg.

“Come here.” He drags your lifeless body down to his lap, switching to hold his weight against the wall, lips landing against yours in a mess of heat. The drool pouring from your mouth blends with his spit coated lips vocalizing the hunger of your mouths fighting for dominance. “Wanna..”

Jeno pants, licking at every crevice of skin and tongue like a thirsty puppy, eyes glazed over as he gazes at your already wrecked face. “..see you, wanna see you.”

“Uh huh,” nodding you wrap around his neck, forehead landing against his cheek lazily as he positions you over his length. The whole act feels dirty, a memory you’ll recall someday; how silly it is to be a teenager having to sneak around just to get laid(all because you fucked your boyfriend’s dad). “See you.” You repeat breathless, cock dragging between your folds drenched by wet arousal that won’t stop leaking.

“Pussy dripping wet for me, know why?” Jeno’s arm squeezes around your middle, hot mouth dragging up your jaw to whisper in your ear. “Cause you’re a fucking slut, and all sluts know how to do is take cock.”

The cry you let out shaking your head with denial gets lost, Jeno capturing your bottom lip in a rough kiss and thrusting up to fill you halfway. He grunts, pushing your body lower to bury the rest of his length inside and swallow down your cries. “Slutty fuck hole.”

Eyelashes flutter along your cheek, hot tightness wrapped around his size drawing deep guttural moans out. Hips jerk upward, lodging the entirety of his length inside of you. He’s overbearing, sucking the moans out of your mouth, slapping down on your ass to move and ride his length despite your cries.

“Feel good?” Jeno’s bicep flexes, snaked around your waist tighter than a boa constrictor, making it harder to breathe with the incessant ramming of his hips fucking you up and down his size.

“S-so so so good,” you sigh between tears, scratching your nails through the back of his scalp and sweaty nape. “So good inside.”

He wants to be mean, wants to pull you off him, throw you down on the ground and fuck you like nothing but a useless whore; but he can’t. Mentally cursing himself out, he shifts to lay you down, throwing your thigh around his hip for leverage to grind into you, eyes burning over your dazed expression.

Pretty.

Kissing the backs of his teeth he fucks into you faster, chasing his own need to get off without much concern for yours. This isn’t about you, this isn’t about your glazed gaze, parted swollen lips, the tear tracks rolling down past your jaw following the dips of collarbone rising and falling at a rapid pace, breasts bouncing near out of your dress with each beating thrust.

Jeno feels crazed, hot, throat burning from the inside out from the endless groans tearing through his chest. Bending forward, his weight throttles into you, jostling you to slide up. Palms attaching you to the ground with a vicious chokehold. Teeth grit and grind, wrinkling the skin on his cheeks and forehead, cock fucking in and out, in and out, the loud squelch of wet somehow louder than your pleasured sounds combined.

“M’gonna..” Jeno gulps, swallowing the wads of spit and drool collecting at the sides of his tongue. “Fuck you, fuck you all night. Fuck your ass open, break you.”

Unsure he can even last with how tight you grip around him, Jeno pulls out, shushing the loud whine you let out, pouting and crying harder about how close you were. “Shh..” slapping down between your thighs, he licks at his lips hungrily, entertained by the way you twitch and cry, still lifting your hips for another slap on your pussy. “Turn around.”

Knowing you can’t do much with your arms constrained, he manhandles you onto your front, noting how your flesh folds over the leather belt, sure enough to leave marks behind the more you struggle. He pulls at the leather, shoving your dress to the top of your back completely bunched up, wrinkling the nice material that someone else would have stripped off of you gently..

“Mine.” Jeno swipes his fingers around your exposed rim, lightly laughing at how you jerk forward and arch out more. Cock slapping down between your ass with a hiss. “So pretty like this..”

He’s done bothering to prep you, on the brink of insanity listening to your shattered whimpers, the exhausted, depraved little way you repeat his name. “So mine.” Resting his length on your rim, he reaches lower, scooping a wad of wetness globbed at your entrance, the only extra he’ll spare you, smearing the mess of it up and down his size.

He presses to your rim, biting down on his lip hard enough to break skin and compress the growl trying to escape. “God, fuck.”

Jeno thinks he can’t breathe for a moment, sinking in through the insane tightness, his stomach sucked empty, raggedly inhaling the more inch by inch disappears inside of you.

He thrust shallowly, experimenting with short and fast grinds until every bit of his size can no longer be seen, eyebrows crushed together as he struggles to breathe and crashes a harsh slap down on your ass. The growl escapes similar to a feral animal on the run, animalistic much like each barreling thrust colliding with your ass.

Jeno loses it from there, a string of curses running off his tongue between groans, hammering his hips forward, his free hand reaching for one of your shoulders to press your chest down. The extra hold only enforcing more power behind each slam, burying his cock deeper than you can even begin to fathom. “Gonna fuck your ass all the time now.”

“Hurts! Hurts so much!” You moan, stuttering between each syllable, arching deeper for him to fuck faster.

“You love it.” He bends forward, chest pressed down on your back knocking out your air flow. His other hand trailing from your hip to slap against your cunt, fingers pressing down on your clit and rubbing in fluid motions of figure eights.

“Ah fuck! Baby!”

Jeno knows you’re close, tightening up around his cock making it harder for him to shove in past your resistance. Pussy quivering the more he plays with your clit. “Yeah, just like that.” He pants, thirsty like a dog, tongue wagging out drooling. “Fucking tight, so fucking tight.”

He starts fucking at an unreal speed, rapidly ripping past each clench. The growls behind you akin to a beast, sucking bits of your soul with each thrust bottoming out inside of your ass.

“Jeno!” It’s barely a whimper, too empty headed to process anything beyond the heat coiling down your stomach, toes curling against your heels, the cool wet smeared down your thighs.

A pinch at your clit has you leaking, squirting around nothing and clamping down on the cock filling your ass, Jeno’s hand drenched by your climax pouring to the floor around his fingers.

He can’t believe it, you really came from this, asshole stuffed to the brim with cock for the first time. The thought alone tightens up his balls, jackhammering against your limp frame, falling into sloppy mismatched thrusts until the heat in his chest snaps. Cock crammed down to the hilt jerking and pulsing inside your warm heat. Sticky and obscene, the thick milky cream collecting at the base of his length with each last pitiful thrust.

Jeno finishes up, throat visibly bobbing as he takes in your backside covered in the excess cum, dragging his wet cock on your heated flesh. The white liquid gliding down your soft skin, ass gaped and ruined, his arm reaches around patting for his pants in search of one thing.

Jeno types with one thumb, quickly filming a clip of his hand sweeping up the back of your thigh, rubbing his release into your skin, the last shot ending on your holes.

The text finishes sending, a pleased grin lazily fitting his face before leaning down to kiss the middle of your back.

He mumbles mindlessly against your damp skin, imagining his recipient's face opening the message, pleased by the thought of his father’s enraged face.

‘Only mine.’

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Take My Breath (M)

pairing. alpha Jeno x female omega reader

genre. trapped in an elevator AU, a/b/o, pwp, M/F

warnings. profanity, explicit smut.. filth, pre-heat, dubious at first(consent given), ‘stuck’(ridiculously unrealistic), slick, oral, unprotected sex, anal, multiple orgasms. minors DNI.

word count. 7000

“A coffee shop in the lobby? The fact that this place even has a lobby?” Your friend lets out a low whistle glancing around. “Not to mention the amount of unclaimed Alpha real estate around here. So many bare naked fingers. What God did you save from immortal death in a past life to snag this place?”

“I told you, I’ve been on the hunt for months. It was worth the wait.”

“A new place isn’t the only thing you’ve been hunting for months.” One of her well-kempt eyebrows bounces, nudging her chin toward the line that’s formed filled with Alphas dressed in various work attire. “There’s no way you won’t end up mated living here.”

“I’m not trying to mate anyone.” You say uninterested. It’s true, really, you could care less to have some Alpha prancing around your new place, making a mess of crumbs and leaving remnants of his scent behind to ruin your peaceful atmosphere.

“You can try to deny our nature all you want, but your Omega instincts will handle your stubborn attitude. You just wait and see.” She says with a wink, leading you to start up another discourse over how you have learned to control your Omega’s feral hormones. A call of your name from behind the coffee bar leaves your lips parted, holding up a finger before her face as you stand to pick up your drink.

“Hold that thought, I’m not done with you.”

“Yeah yeah. Go grab your coffee you grouch, you need it.” She laughs teasingly, making eyes at a few handsome Alphas in line.

“This isn’t my drink..” You say, turning the label on the cup to face you. “Jeno?”

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thlut era (M)

pairing. nerd Jeno x female reader

genre. why did I write this AU, crack, fluff, can this even be considered smut, Jeno uses retainer head gear

wc. 3000

warnings. messy kisses, drool, virgin vibes, frottage, writer knows nothing about retainers💙

“You can’t push it back just one more day?!”

Jeno’s pacing back and forth ripping at wet clumps of freshly shampooed hair. The scowl between his brows deepening the longer he continues to beg for his best friend to reconsider for a new date.

“Dude, no one wants to party on a Sunday night! Can’t you reschedule your appointment?” Jaemin says, annoyed but sympathetic nonetheless.

“Reschedule my appointment and go another week with this contraption in my mouth?!”

“Listen Jeno, everyone’s excited about tomorrow night, and you better come. I won’t forgive you if you miss my Birthday because of your stupid retainer.”

Jeno grunts, pouting and ending the call after shouting “Fine!”

What’s one more day of suffering going to hurt anyway, it’s not as if everyone doesn’t already badger him and call him a freak over something beyond his control.

He nods, pep talking to his reflection while combing through his disheveled hair. It’s going to be his time finally, no more dumb metal distracting everyone from getting to know him better. He flexes, grinning to himself already able to imagine how many girls would throw themselves at his feet soon enough.

With a proud beam Jeno shoots finger guns at himself, tonguing his retainer securely into place. “Thlut era.”

“You guys look so cool.” Jeno’s not necessarily complimenting his friends, he’s annoyed. Why hadn’t anyone informed him to wear all black?

“I mean,” Haechan gives his friend the up and down, whistling air out from the side of his mouth. “It’s a party man, why the hell are you wearing suspenders?!?”

Jeno’s jaw pops open, jutting out his hip with an offended expression. “None of my pants fit me right now! You know I’ve been cutting mass and leaning out!”

“You look great!” Jaemin interrupts, slapping Renjun and Haechan across their chests. “He looks great! DOESN’T HE LOOK GREAT?!”

Haechan groans, rubbing his chest with a wide-eyed childish pout. “You know my nipples are extra sensitive right now!”

“No yeah, you look cool. Suspenders are totally in again, like I saw Tiktoks about how they’re in season just the other day.” Renjun nods, coining up a lie fast enough to seem convincing.

Jaemin’s eyebrow arches up impressed, nodding along with the story. “Oh right! All the rage at New York Fashion week. See dude, you’re good!”

“For sure?!” Jeno slurps saliva gathering at the corners of his lips, a habit after wearing the most ridiculous headgear for years now to prevent his teeth from growing in colliding with each other.

Jaemin sighs, tugging his sleeve down to pat off a trail of drool from his best friend’s chin. “Yeah.. for sure.”

He’d never break Jeno’s heart by telling him the truth. Jaemin’s glow up struck faster, but his friend would get there.. soon, he hopes. Besides, other than the suspenders, the loose fitted somehow still flooded above his ankles wrinkled church pants, and that God awful retainer.. Jeno wasn’t even a bad looking guy.

His jaw had come in nicely, cheekbones prominent, and for some reason he was able to pull off that gelled down dweeby hairstyle.

Jaemin sighs, shoving a can of beer toward his bestie. “Act casual, if you pretend that thing isn’t attached to your head like some sort of celibacy trap, I’m sure no one will notice.”

“It’s time for spin-the-bottle!” A chorus of giggles and girlish shrieks interrupt the four boys' conversation, twisting to catch a group of attractive girls break out from the throng of partygoers.

“Who wants to play?!” The captain of the girls wrestling team shakes an empty bottle of wine above her head like a trophy, shooting Jaemin a wink with her index finger directing him to come closer. “Birthday boy?”

Jaemin grins, blinking rapidly to moisten his eyes. The contacts he’s been trying out haven’t been the best for his allergies, but he kept mentioning something about girls loving his new look..

“Yeah, we’ll play!” He pipes up, motioning to the three guys at his side.

“Ugh, someone’s gonna have to makeout with brace face.”

Jeno’s heart flutters, his eyelids sticking together from looking up too fast. He’d know that voice anywhere, his crush since middle school stood there with a sneer on her face, positioning herself behind a few others to avoid his pathetic obsessive gaze.

“Leave him alone.” You mutter, rolling your eyes.

She scoffs, flicking your chin. “If he lands on me, you’re taking one for the team then. I refuse to touch that thing.”

“You’re such a bitch,” mumbling under your breath, you take in Jeno’s appearance.

He’s hopeless, from his heavy mouth breathing to his visible uneven mismatched socks. Not helping his appeal as he stands there licking into the mouth piece of his retainer. Small chunks of gummy snacks were always stuck between his teeth, the pack of treats in his left pocket everyday never empty. He sat across from you in class for years, popping little candy gummies into his mouth each time he’d successfully answered another question before anyone else could. Not that anyone even bothered to.

He could be worse.. it’s not like Jaemin became the new ‘it boy’ overnight.

Getting trapped in a closet with Jeno wouldn’t be terrible, he’s always been nice. Much too easy to pick on, but not much of a bother. He keeps to himself and his group nerds, interrupts professors when they try to target you to answer pop quiz questions you were clearly not paying attention to.

“Look at you, feeling pity for that nerd.” Your friend jeers, pinching your arm to sit near her.

Jeno’s trying to smooth his eyebrows down with spit on his fingers from across where he sits. Covering his mouth to huff breath in his palm, poorly attempting to be discreet as he gives his underarms a quick sniff.

He’s utterly painful, clearly crossing his fingers in his lap each time the bottle spins and cheers roar around the room as more and more partygoers exit to kiss in different closets around the house. The circle grows smaller and smaller with each spin, many excited to land on anyone while Jeno continues his silent chant before his turn.

“God, why me.” Your friend mumbles under her breath at your side, shifting away to set a space between your bodies. Her stern gaze informing you once again that she means it�� if that bottle lands on her, you are taking one for the team.

“Hurry up Jeno!” The prayer he says to himself gets interrupted by Jeno’s booming vocals shouting out. Patting his friends back while giving him a thumbs up.

The wine bottle tingles under the tips of his fingers, calculating just how fast he would have to spin to land on the lips he’s dreamt of kissing for years. Another reassuring nod to himself has him spinning the glass finally, watching as the room stills, his breath evaporates, lost in the slow motion like way the bottle twists over and over again for what feels like hours.

The way it lands almost makes you laugh, sitting on your legs with the bottle's rim pointed directly at you. The enormous sigh of relief at your side too loud to even hear your own thoughts as Jeno’s eyes meet yours.

“You two can use my room since the closets are occupied!” Jaemin pipes up, patting his friend on the back. “You know the way.”

Jeno moves like a zombie to stand, flexing and unflexing his hands without giving you much more than a nod of his chin to follow him.

He’s silent up the stairs, walking to the beat of the music vibrating through the walls; the sound of hoots and hollers coming up from the small group of people left playing.

“We don’t have to do this Jeno, I know I wasn’t your ideal choice.”

The door clicks shut echoing throughout the bedroom you’ve followed him into. Everything tidy and organized as you would imagine for Jaemin’s bedroom to be, wall to wall covered in bookshelves lined with textbooks and non-fictional literature. The pristine atmosphere only adds more tension to your limbs while you glanced about.

“Huh? What do you mean?” Jeno’s voice cracks mid-question. Sweaty palms rub up and down the sides of his pants, gulping as he looks over your figure from the back. The realization setting in that he was about to have his second kiss.. his first had been with his next door neighbor in 8th grade; she bursted into tears shouting ‘gross’ after running off.

“I mean, don’t feel obligated to follow through on this stupid game.” Turning back to face Jeno, you notice how he shifts in place from foot to foot. His throat bobs up and down, the upper row of his teeth continuously visible even under dim street lighting flowing in through Jaemin’s bedroom window. The metal brackets on his teeth gleam, bouncing off droplets of sweat near his hairline, a few pouring down to his high-cut cheekbones.

“I don’t feel obligated!” Jeno sputters, licking his lips that feel endlessly dry for the thousandth time. “Do you feel obligated??”

“Not at all.” You say confidently, crossing your arms over your chest to study the small ways he twitches and fiddles nervously. “I just know you didn’t want to kiss me.”

“I do want to kiss you!” Jeno blurts, clearing his throat to speak up. “I would be lucky to kiss you.”

“Is that so?” A coy smile takes over your lips, taking slow steps forward that have Jeno’s eyes bulging wide open. With each movement closer, he shakily treds back until colliding with a wall. The breath he’s ready to take catches in his throat when you stop before him fixing him with a heavy gaze. “How do you kiss with that thing anyway?”

Jeno’s dark round eyes follow your fingers motioning to his headgear, innocently blinking as he wonders himself. It’s been years since his first kiss, one that didn’t include the contraption currently on his head. The memory of crashing teeth together before accidentally biting too hard on his neighbor's upper lip flashes across his thoughts, shivering to the tips of his fingers recalling the event as if it just happened yesterday.

“Jeno?”

“Yeah yeah, I’m fine!” Jeno squeaks, muttering under his breath to himself to be cool.

“You don’t have to be nervous, it’s just a kiss.” You reassure, only to receive a look of terror in return.

It’s just a kiss, to you, Jeno thinks as he licks the backs of his teeth to gather moisture in his mouth. His brain feels foggy, palms sweaty, pants tighter, stomach twitching at a rapid pace the more he takes in your features; spending more time than he should to admire your glossy coated lips. Lips that look soft, probably feel softer, taste like cherry, something sweet and girly.

“We have five minutes left now.”

Jeno’s eyes flitter up at your voice breaking his daze, quickly nodding to himself with another mental reminder that he can’t fuck this up. He lunges forward too fast, burying bony fingers past your neck to grip your hair. Unintentionally his hips slam into yours rolling your ankles in your heels, losing balance while Jeno attempts to keep you in place by clutching the hair along the back of your scalp.

“Shit! I’m sorry!” Panic fills his tone, jerking your head up, painfully ripping strands of hair out in the process.

“Jeno! God! At least buy me dinner before you start pulling on my hair like this!”

“Sorry! Fuck I’m so so sorry!” Jeno sighs, moreso groans, gently tugging himself free from your tender scalp to fall against the wall once more. Wrinkles cover the corners of his eyes, face turning side to side, emitting miserable sounds of mortification.

“It’s okay, you’re anxious. You really must be excited about this.”

Jeno’s too cute ducking his chin into his shoulder to hide the fierce blush he can feel taking over his cheeks. The redness swelling down to the tip of his nose, inflating his pink lips with blood that still appears tempting despite the way his retainer leaves him with no choice but to leave his lips parted open and breathe out of his mouth.

“Jeno?” Sliding in close, you gasp, pressing against his pelvic bone with your palms sliding up his waist. “Oh my God, you’re already?..”

Hinting with your gaze, you nod toward the top of your thigh nestled against a round bulge near his crotch. Furrowed eyebrows meet your line of sight, patting his pocket with confusion.

“Oh! My gummies!”

The smile on your lips drags down, following Jeno whip out a bag of chewy candy from his pocket. A mouth full of metal lighting up bright as he offers you a piece.

“You want some??”

Trying to not grimace, you let out a sigh, mildly annoyed by how endearing he is despite being the epitome of an awkward fool. “I’ll pass….. now we have two minutes.”

“Oh right, I’m sorry. I’m really dropping the ball here, right?” With a frown he pops a candy, pocketing the rest to weep into later when he tries to erase this moment from his memories.

“It’s kind of..” rolling your eyes, you shrug, squeezing his trim waist firmly. “It’s kind of cute..”

“Did you just call me cute??” Jeno’s lips part comically, blinking furiously in amazement. A small smile tugging at the corners of his lips, leaning back, he grins proudly. “You think I’m cute?? Like really?!”

“Ah, you’re making it weird now.” You can’t help but laugh, covering your mouth shyly because of the close proximity you’re still in. “Yes! You’re cute Jeno!”

Surprised and elated, he’s not sure what overcomes him. Smoothly pushing off the wall, Jeno cups your face, brushing the end of his nose against yours. Soft skin lifts your eyes curiously, eyeing him up close between shared breaths. The combination of your fruity lip gloss and his sugary gummies feels dizzying. It’s syrupy sweet, reminiscent of leaving a candy store with a bag filled to the brim with sour belts and lolli’s that leave your tongue stained for hours.

“Can I kiss you now?” Even his whisper tastes sweet breathily brushing against your lips. The hands cupping your face noticeably tremble, still sweaty where his palms connect to your warm skin. A silent nod is enough to encourage him, leaning close enough just to graze and consume the second you make contact. The lightest of touch and yet still enough to confirm what he already knew. Lips soft like silk match his next move, slotting together slowly, kissing in a way you’ve never experienced before.

Jeno kisses with lack of knowledge, he’s messy, eager to slip his tongue inside to get a taste and feel of every crevice of you. He knocks against your nose, teeth clink, breath’s pass between your mouths too loudly. It’s sloppy, but it’s perfect, egging your need to feel more. The hold on him turns powerful as you slot a leg between his.

The broken whine that rises from the back of his throat upon pressing your thigh on his groin only boosts your confidence, pushing onto your toes to create further friction against his groin. Jeno’s neck bends back, sucking in a deep breath, drool pours from the corners of his lips messily, mouth hung open from the pleasure overtaking his senses. Unable to control himself, his hips roll down to glide the ache between his legs against your thigh.

“Fuck Jeno..” heat swarms between your bodies, licking the path of drool working way down his neck. It’s nasty, but sweet and tangy like his tongue had been lapping against yours. The amount of drool spilling out of his lips only makes his lost gaze more obscene. “You’re so hard already.”

Jeno can’t even respond, letting out muffled moans. His tongue feels too thick, head too heavy, eyelids lowered by the weight of heat and sweat gathering in the slight crease. Even the ceiling spins as his head drops back smacking the wall behind him. The pain feels numb, too absorbed by the fire that's lit up in his gut.

He’s panting like a dog despite the short amount of time, rocking against your thigh desperately. The sensation nearly feels better than a tight fisted palm wrapped around himself, especially when your teeth gnaw at his chin and jaw, trying your best on your toes to kiss the corners of his mouth.

“Ughh, I c—can’t..” Jeno’s voice cracks again, the entirety of his face shriveling as his nose scrunches up. Grinding harder and faster on your thigh, his lips lock with yours once again, losing the shattered cry he lets out between your feverish mouth fighting for dominance.

Dampness on your thigh splits your kiss, breathing harshly while reaching up to sweep away Jeno’s ruined hair from his forehead. A guilty shame hides his gaze, avoiding yours with concentration on the ground as he composes his thoughts.

“Jeno, did you?..”

“Stopppp!” It’s more of a whine than a shout, again breaking off at the end with a crack. His palms lifting to his face to hide the intense heat consuming his cheeks that he knows must look beat red even in the dark.

“Aww, baby it’s okay. You were really excited.” A flush of heat hits your skin upon realizing Jeno really came in his pants off light touching. The bulge protruding from his pants thick and heavy against the now damp area on your thigh. “I’m sure Jaemin has something in here you can change into.”

Jeno nods shamefully, still embarrassed but grateful that you haven’t let out any sign of laughter.

“Want me to wait outside?”

Thanking you for being understanding, Jeno still feels dizzy when you make your way back to the party together. Sharing a look before separating back to your friends. The game led many to hooking up and parting ways with the friends they came with.

Demure glances from across the room become inevitable, even brushing your hair behind your hair when you catch him watching you with eyes as wide as saucers.

The guy with the retainer had to smile to himself before exiting the restroom after talking himself up to ask for your phone number. Licking across the metal adorned with blue strings across his teeth, he clicks his tongue, stiffening his back to broaden his shoulders.

“Thlut era.”

#HAPPY JENO DAY🥳🩵💙🩵💙#lmao

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Saturday Drip (M)

Preview: “Can you believe while we were sitting swamp ass in misery— Jaemin was fucking my favorite cam girl?!” Jeno blurts out before his roommate can recall the actual events that took place.

“We didn’t do anything like that, but..” Jaemin takes in his friends intrigued stares, nervously mumbling. “She’s looking for Alphas..”

Renjun’s brows twist, inching closer with interest. “For what?”

“To film content.”

Pairing: alpha NCT Dream 00line x female omega reader

Word Count: 15k+

Genre: a/b/o AU, broke college boys, pure and utter filth, cnc(don’t read if that makes you uncomfortable.), pwp, dom alphas, one shot(do not ask for a pt2😾)

Smut Warning: rough sex, breeding, knotting, rough oral(m/f), double penetration(both), choking, spit, squirting, praise/degradation, big mean alphas, camera use, manhandling, mind break, wet & messy etc

Playlist: Saturday Drip/NCT Dream, Big Ole Freak/Megan The Stallion, Super Freaky Girl/Nicki Minaj, Hi, I’m A Slut/Lil Mariko, Cyber Sex/Doja Cat, Sexxx Dreams/Lady Gaga

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Chain (M)

Preview: Switch—>

“They’re just kids..” Johnny sighs. Rubbing his temples enough for skin to gather in folds between his eyebrows. Evidently annoyed and frustrated after listening to your mother scream for the last hour.

“How can you say that?!” She shouts, pacing around behind him ripping at chunks of hair.

Jeno smirks by your side, drumming his fingers against the dining room table. “We’re adults, and we fuck. Get over it.”

Pairing: Johnny x female reader x Jeno

Word Count: 20k

Genre: Jeno’s dad has got it going on AU, pwp, dc/nc elements(don’t read if that makes you uncomfortable. thanks.), some angst, fluff, extraordinarily filthy, M/F, gratuitous smut

Warning: Johnny is Jeno’s dad— and not a good one, cheating, manipulation, black mailing, morally corrupt overall, terrible people, age difference(legal), power imbalance, jealousy, daddy/mommy issues

Smut Warning: dom/sub dyanmic, sneaking around, spanking, choking, oral, sub drop, ‘threesome’, daddy kink, ass play, breeding, hate sex, cock warming, hair pulling, praise, degradation, aftercare

a/n: this is a sequel, and yes you have to read the first to understand💙

Jeno knew he had some nerve to talk back to your mom like that, but his father hadn’t raised him to respect his elders anyway.

“No you are not!” You mother shouts, doing a shoddy job of making Jeno budge from where he’s positioned in front of you. “Ugh! Where is your father!”

“Good question.” Jeno sneers, glancing over her shoulder. “Are you going to get the fuck out of my room or what?”

Your mother’s eyes nearly pop out their sockets at that, stomping her feet out of the door shouting for her boyfriend.

Johnny uses this time to escape, hopping on one foot back into his clothing. Snapping his fingers at Jeno before he makes an exit. “Enough. The two of you get cleaned up right now.”

That’s how you find yourself sitting at the dining table across from where Johnny’s ripping hair from his scalp. Your mother found him allegedly oblivious to any of what had just took place, quickly commencing a screaming match as she demanded he punish his son.

“How can you say that?!” She shouts, pacing around behind him ripping at chunks of hair.

Jeno smirks by your side, drumming his fingers against the dining room table. “We’re adults, and we fuck. Get over it.”

“You little!”

If not for Johnny’s arm shooting out to block your mother from lunging across the table, Jeno wouldn’t be dawning such a cocky smile right now. He seems more than pleased by the response. Receiving an intense glare from his father.

“Calm down, this isn’t going to help us resolve anything.” Johnny whispers, wrapping your mother up tightly in his arms. Soothing her spine with circular massages that make you feel rage building up in your sternum.

Jeno seemingly picks up on your discomfort, shifting slightly to throw one of his thighs over yours in a playful manner. He shrugs, rolling his eyes like he could care less about the mess you’ve landed yourselves in.

“And you!” Your mother’s tone becomes shrill, passing through your eardrums like an alarm disrupting your sleep abruptly. Ripping Johnny’s arms away from her waist to step ahead and hover the space the tables put between you. An accusing finger strikes forward, shadowing down your face where she directs it. “How could you?? I didn’t raise you to act like a slut!”

Well. That’s a lie.

“She’s not a slut.” Jeno pipes in. He stands up too quickly, making the dining chair he was sitting on drop with a loud clatter. “Well..”

Looking down to face you, Jeno licks his lower lip. Pinching your chin between two of his fingers. “She can be..”

Johnny’s thankful your mother’s behind him with her jaw likely on the floor. His eyes turn into thin slits sharp enough to cut through his son as he glares ahead. Gaze burning through where Jeno’s fingers keep your head tilted back to watch him.

“But only for me.” Jeno’s tongue clicks, letting his eyes drift in his father’s direction. Smooth enough for only his dad to notice, knowing him like the back of his own hand.

“That is enough Jeno.” Johnny sits up straight clearing out his throat. The hollows of his cheeks twitch, sucked in and out giving away the true irritation overtaking his emotions.

Back and forth shouting goes on for the next hour. Johnny at least having the decency to excuse you and Jeno to your rooms after his son continues throwing in unhelpful commentary. Murmured voices travel up the stairs. Your mother accusing Jeno of taking advantage of you, corrupting you. Blaming Johnny’s only son for ruining her innocent daughter.

‘She’s never even had sex before! Suddenly she’s letting your son use her!! And without any form of protection!’

Chewing at your nails you have to give your mother credit. She’s not completely wrong, other than putting all of the blame on Jeno.

Only seconds away from discovering the truth that her beloved boyfriend had been to one to strip you of your purity. If this was her reaction to believing Jeno had ruined you.. the truth could only be much worse..

The ping of a new text message interrupts your guilty conscience from kicking in.

Johnny- ‘Office. Now.’

Water hitting shower floor sounds from Johnny’s bedroom catching your attention as you sneak down the stairs. Jeno’s door is shut with no hint of noise passing through. Most likely using headphones while busy playing some game. Your mother would at least be occupied for the next 30 minutes, maybe even longer to destress after that argument.

Sneaking your way to Johnny’s office went without a hitch, albeit clinging to the walls in the dark as you tip-toed your way down the hall, just in case.

“Make sure you lock it.” Johnny startles you upon entering. Motioning for you to hurry and shut the door behind you. He’s twirling slowly side to side, ankles crossed over each other. Eyes wavering looking over the room.

“Should I really be in here right now?” Cautiously approaching, you take a seat in the same leather chair Johnny had revealed your blog to you in. The last thing you’d expected after that to end up in a ridiculous scenario of sleeping with your childhood crush…and his son.

“Don’t worry.” Johnny pauses, clearing his throat and folding his arms over his chest. Noting the time as he takes in your pajama clothed figure. A baggy t shirt that looked familiar.. couldn’t possibly be yours..

“Ready for bed?”

Shrugging you ease deeper into the seat, nervously fiddling your thumbs.

“In Jeno’s shirt no less?” Johnny grunts, muffled behind his tight lips. “So, how long have you been fucking my son?”

Stuttering breaks your speech before you can even manage a proper response. Shaking your head in an attempt to steal time to cover your ass. “I-it’s not…like t-that..”

“Oh? Because when I walked in on you earlier, you seemed to be enjoying yourself quite a bit.” Johnny says, voice monotone. “Do you like him or something?”

The question feels like a pile of rocks cascading down on your figure from the sky. “No. I—...something..”

Wrong answer.

Johnny’s chair shoves back, he’s sat up straight. Elongated neck on full display, hand lifted up directing you to get up. He nods down toward his lap. “Come here sweetie.”

Slowly you come to stand, sock clad feet barely moving to approach closer. The way Johnny’s jaw flexes under the dimly lit room only aiding the beat of your heart to quicken.

Gulping the dryness that’s formed in your mouth you stand still before him. Anxiously bracleting your wrists repeatedly.

“Have you been lying to daddy?” Johnny cocks a brow, tilting his head to the side to stare up at you.

“No!” Panic sets in, speaking up louder than you intended. Head shaking again in denial. “I didn’t want to..Jeno, he—“

“Shh shh.” Johnny lifts a finger to his lips. Eyelashes fanning the tops of his cheeks. He sighs, leaning back, humming an upset sound. “Jeno, he’s my son. I know him.”

Blinking, Johnny sets his hard gaze back on you. “He breaks pretty things, he always has,” Leaning in, he cups your hips drawing you to stand between his thighs. “and you’re the prettiest thing I’ve ever seen.”

Johnny’s irises gleam staring at you from below. He rubs your hips in thought, biting down on his lower lip with a nod. “But if anyone is going to break my pretty baby, it’s going to be me.”

He starts to gather the shirt covering your hips, slowly following the movement revealing more of your underwear. Leaning in closer he presses a kiss to where your clit throbs painfully. Instinctively your lower half chases after him, receiving the ends of his well groomed nails seeping into your flesh as he controls you from moving.

“You’ve been a really bad girl behind daddy’s back,” Johnny looks up, the skin between his brows wrinkles deeply. Mocking you with large eyes full of fraudulent concern. “How many spanks do you think you deserve for lying to me?”

“But I didn’t—“

That’s not the answer he’s looking for. Instead of allowing you to explain yourself, Johnny manhandles you to bend over on his thighs. Smoothing a large palm up and down the backs of your thighs as he lets out a chorus of disappointed sounds.

“How long did you seriously think you were going to get away with fucking my son?” He finishes the question with a harsh burning slap across your ass. Your stomach crushes painfully against his thighs to get away from the ache. Wiggling your hips to soothe some of the pressure, Johnny grunts.

“You don’t get to enjoy this.” Another heavy slap, two more follow abruptly causing you to clamp your teeth together to contain a screechy shout from passing.

“What do you have to say for yourself? After everything daddy has done for you?” The tone he speaks down to you in almost hurts worse than the next round of piercing smacks delivered to your bottom. Johnny grunts, pulling your underwear to wedge between your cheeks, hard enough for the friction to burn against your rim.

“Come on, speak up!” He says in a lower register. His condescending tongue dripping past the loud slap of skin against skin filling your head.

“S-sorry..” you whimper lazily between a cracked moan. Uncomfortably soaked between your squished together thighs, having to lock your ankles in hopes of not leaking down to Johnny’s legs. “I’m sorry for l-lying to you.”

A pleased rumble rises from his chest, responding with a succession of weighty smacks to both your buttcheeks. Johnny bends forward sinking his teeth into the perk of your ass with a mean bite. His canine teeth sharp enough to break skin as he grips and pulls.

“Ahh!” Covering your mouth, you cry into your palm. Kicking your feet to alleviate the pain. As much as it hurts, you can’t help but believe that you fully deserve it. “Please! No more!”

“What was that?!“ he questions, pummeling your ass with the most brutal smack yet. Hard enough to practically send you falling to the floor. He grabs onto your waist, hoisting you to sit back up, grimacing as your pained bottom meets his clothed thighs. “Isn’t this how you let Jeno play with you??”

Too ashamed to look him in the eye, you drop to his shoulder releasing a pathetic cry. “I’m sorry!”

Johnny’s eyes roll up, letting out a deep breath, he takes a hold of your chin. Licking up a hot tear rolling down to your jaw.

“Does it hurt badly, my love?” He blinks, irises sparkling as if he’s looking at the most beautiful thing he’s ever seen.

But he’s only looking at you.

“Yes daddy.”

That seems to please him enough, helping you back onto your feet, Johnny turns your face side to side admiring the drying tear tracks shadowed on your cheeks. Pleased that despite how wet your panties are, you suffered just enough to shed tears.

“Listen to me,” Johnny tugs you to press against his chest, sinking the pad of his thumbs into your cheeks deep enough to leave behind indentations. “Don’t touch yourself, this was supposed to be a punishment for lying to me. You got that pretty?”

Forcibly nodding your head up and down, Johnny leaves you with no other choice but to agree. Pecking your upper lip gently in comparison to the treatment you’d just received. He’s drained, the hollows beneath his eyes more shallow than usual. His age showed more in the dim light, lines that Jeno assisted in carving deeper into his flesh over the years.

Upon releasing your face, Johnny signals for you to leave. Shifting side to side for a moment, you know you should feel guilty, but the punishment only cleared away any sense of shame.

“Are you mad at me?”

Johnny’s gaze lifts back to you, noticing your stature, he puts on a soft smile. “Not at all. If I was mad..” Standing up straight, he blinks slowly, taking in your hunched stance. The slump in your shoulders and locked knees. “This would have gone a much different way. Now, get some rest. You have school tomorrow.”

Nodding with a shy wave you move to leave. Wondering how Johnny can still make you feel embarrassed and nervous like this, especially after spanking your ass to the point of throbbing pain.

Even walking up the stairs hurts, stinging up and down the backs of your thighs. As torturous as it feels, it also feels good. It hurts, but you like it. Maybe you like it too much.

As your fingers graze the doorknob to enter your room, you can’t resist the urge to peek a glance at Jeno’s shut door. Johnny said you can’t touch yourself. Nothing about anyone else touching you..

You know better than to not knock on Jeno’s door before entering, but you also know he’d just respond with a ‘fuck off!’. Maturity was hardly his style.

“Jeno?” As you suspected, he’s deeply focused on some mobile game. Resting against the headboard of his bed with headphones on, noisy guitar softly humming through his computer speakers even so. Last time you interrupted hadn’t gone so well, or maybe it had.

Shutting the door you make sure to lock it this time before stepping further in. The small movement you make is enough to deter his attention, slowly shifting to face you with a lengthy sigh.

“Took you long enough.” Jeno says, unimpressed. Languidly looking down over your body. Nipping his lower lip to contain a smile itching to spread at the visual of you wearing one of his shirts, again. “Thought you’d crawl in here sooner.”

It’s embarrassing, shifting foot to foot under Jeno’s scrutinizing gaze, knowing you’re about to plead. Just how he likes it.

“I had to..” you start, ear drums pounding in the aftermath of your ass slapped repeatedly. Hard to believe you could be so smart as you nearly expose yourself once more. “some homework, uhm. School tomorrow.“

“You do mine too?” Jeno allows himself to smirk now. Tossing aside his phone to fully concentrate on your nervous behavior.

“Yes. Of course.”

“That’s a good girl. That’s what I like to hear.” Jeno leans back content, patting the bed space next to him. “Sit.”

Like a trained puppy you bounce onto the mattress snuggling against his side. A large hand clamps down on your thigh as soon as you do.

“Jeno I..earlier, thank you for..” you start, wondering if Johnny hit you hard enough to rock your brain off your spine. “For.. defending? me..”

Jeno scoffs, wedging a space between your thighs to find where heat radiates immensely. “I can think of a better way you could be thanking me.”

He’s pushing between your squished thighs easily, no struggle as you silently hope he’ll assist you where you need him most.

“Your mom’s a bitch you know.” Jeno says flatly. Turning to nestle the tip of his nose along your throat. He nips at the soft skin humming, teasing your covered core with fleeting strokes. “Don’t like how she talks to you.”

Reaching for the bottom of his shirt, Jeno removes the material covering your mound. Groaning from the back of his throat as your navel twitches. Underwear clinging to your cunt, damp and soaking through. “You get wet so fast..”

He blinks, savouring the volume of wetness expelled with each push of his digits. Drenched to his first knuckle as he shoves your underwear in deeper. Cock raging hard, mildly sickened by how cute he finds the moans you try to hold in.

“Next time your mom talks to you like that, I’m gonna fuck your ass right in front of her. Shut her the fuck up for good.” Jeno goes on. Gathering your panties roughly to pull the cotton between your folds. Hissing as he tugs, forcing your hips to lift up and roll against the friction abusing your clit.

“You're mine now.” He breathes against your neck, pouty lips dragging upward to your chin. “Isn’t that right? Daddy didn’t even try to defend you, did he baby?”

Against your natural character you agree, nodding along to whatever Jeno’s going on about. If this is what it would take to reach a mind numbing high, you’d agree to anything he says.

“Mine.” Jeno repeats, lifting up just to land a wet slap down on your center. Trembling with a roll of your chasing pelvis, stinging from front to back, you croon, nodding over and over again.

“Yours.”

Jeno slaps your hip, turning you around roughly onto your stomach. His hand stops mid-air noticing how wrecked your ass already looks. He squints, prodding a mark of raised skin in the shapes of fingers, ones much thicker than his own.

“Jeno! Ah, don’t.” You hiss louder, squirming into the bed to get away from his curious touch. Even gently stroking your damaged flesh hurts, stinging up your spine painfully with each pass of his fingers.

“Did he do this to you?” He says, a hint of concern etched behind his words. Jeno lets out a disapproving sound when you stay silent, climbing off his bed to grab something from his dresser.

“I deserved it!” You whisper urgently. Sitting up with your bottom not fully pressed against the bed.

“What the fuck makes you believe that?!” Jeno starts rummaging through a drawer, pulling out a bottle before returning to where you’re sitting on his bed. He nods with his chin for you to turn around again, moving to sit by you on his knees. “You seriously need to stop acting so helpless around him. Like…what’s wrong with you?!”

The sound of a cap opening reaches your ears next, Jeno drips whatever it contains directly onto your butt. Thick and cooling where it lands, he smears it softly across your damaged skin.

“Jeno, stop,” you squirm, hissing through your teeth. Reaching to grab on to one of his pillows against the headboard for help to get away from his touch. “its embarrassing.”

“This is what embarrasses you?! Not letting some old man smack your ass like a child?” Jeno splutters. Tossing aside the ointment while rolling his eyes. “Why do I even care.”

Peeking over your shoulder, you look over his solemn expression. Wondering yourself why he cares if your ass hurts.

Jeno sighs, catching your sneaky eyes, squinting as a light bulb flickers on in his head. “Is that why you’re here?! You came here to fuck me because he wouldn’t??”

“No..” you try a poor attempt at lying. Dropping your face to hide into the pillow clutched in your grip.

“Liar!” Jeno lifts his hand ready to deliver a brutal slap to your sore bottom. Shaking as he stops himself, grabbing onto his wrist, he pulls back. “Fuck my life.”

“Should I go?” you whine, unconsciously rutting your hips back. Wiggling doesn’t help Jeno’s irritation, finding your ass even more tantalizing to smack now. Biting down on his fist, he lets out a sound of anguish, moving to get between your legs. He moves into a push-up stance, using your shoulder blades as leverage to keep his upper half lifted.

“You’re not going anywhere.” In a practiced swoop, Jeno releases his erect length. Dipping his middle finger between your buttcheeks where your underwear is still wedged up uncomfortably. “I should fuck you right here to teach you a lesson. I’m no one's second choice.”

“Jeno, please, I swear it wasn’t like that!” You squirm anxiously. Pressing deeper into his bed to get away from his prodding fingers.

“Stop lying, I can tell.“ He rasps against your nape, digging his teeth in roughly with intent to leave marks. If his dad had the audacity to bruise your ass up, Jeno would make sure to stake his claim in a more obvious way. Littering your exposed decolletage with teeth bites, sucking blood to the surface to spell out his name. Making sure everyone knows who you belong to.

Jeno rips your underwear to the side, gliding the tip of his length between your ass. Kissing the backs of his teeth each time your hole flutters as his creamy slit pokes against it. “Think your little ass wants me.”

Positioning between your cheeks, he wraps a headlock around your neck from behind. Biting back a growl by nipping your earlobe. He builds a fast pace, leveraging his weight by hauling your chest up from the bed. The angle strains your neck, dropping back against his shoulder as he bounces against your lower half.

“Bet you’re even fucking tighter back there.” Jeno licks, sucking on the end of your jaw. “Think you could even take it?”

Your head shakes furiously, kicking your feet against the bed. Hissing through your teeth from the friction his sweats cause on your tender flesh.

“I know you can’t.” Jeno slows down, huffing minty cool breath down your cheek. He squats behind you, scooping your throat in his palms until you’re completely bent back far enough to watch him from upside down. He licks your forehead, gripping your neck firmly. Hips pulling back only to thrusts ahead, pushing the fat tip of his cock forward just enough to breach your rim.

“Oh fuckkk..” thick eyelashes fan his cheeks, burying the top row of his teeth into your forehead. He shifts to thrust between your ass again, setting a wicked speed with enough force for your bottom to clap against his hips.

“Jeno, ugh!” You whimper, writhing against the mattress. Pussy throbbing between your thighs desperately begging to be touched. He stares for a minute, soaking in your tormented expression. Pulsing between your buttcheeks faster as he watches your big watery eyes watch him. Completely numb and brainless, as if you’d let him do anything.

and of course, you’d let him do anything to you. Use your body until it breaks, fucked so well until all you know is Jeno. He’d make sure of it.

“You want it?” Jeno mutters against your forehead, never breaking his gaze from yours, never breaking the relentless pace his hips give.

“Please! Please, more more!”

Jeno sighs, prodding your rim just enough to feel it suck him in. Just enough to feel your frame tense up in fear, just enough to milk hot cum from his sack. Spurting shots of sticky gooey mess from your lower back to the crack leading down where his dick pulsates.

Squeezing your throat, Jeno sets you flat on your stomach, lifting back his hips just to watch your hole flutter covered in fresh cum. The visual alone enough to make him leak again, twitching against his thigh as he begins to soften.

“Jeno..” you cry, shaking and hiding your face in a pillow. Swollen and pained more than before between your legs.

“I know,” Nodding to himself, he removes your underwear, turning you on to your back to spread your thighs apart. “fuck.”

His admiring stare soothes the humiliation spreading down your limbs. Gazing at your cunt with more love and desire than you’ve ever seen. “You’re so fucking wet, I can smell you from here.”

“Stop..” you say, squeamishly trying to pry your legs shut in his strong hold. Jeno clicks his tongue, lowering closer to examine your heat up close. The end of his nose running up and down the seam of your cunt, releasing a deep moan.

“Don’t you dare.” He says, placing a kiss on your clit much like Johnny had less than an hour ago. The fresh memory brings shame, shoving it aside as you reach for a tuft of dark hair to hold on to. Jeno growls from his chest, lapping up the excessive amount of arousal spilling from your cunt.

“You don’t understand how fucking good you taste.” Jeno doesn’t understand it himself. Randomly stroking his cock the other day after thinking about your wrecked pussy covered in his cum.

If anything made sense to him, it’s that you looked perfect painted with his cum, not his father’s.

Jeno’s warm breath fans your clit, enjoying the responsive twitch you give. Hazed by the potent scent of your arousal up close. He devours your cunt, rubbing his tongue from the bottom to the top. He inhales deep, peppering a round of kisses on your mound before diving back in.

Reaching for your legs, Jeno hoists your thighs onto his shoulder, lifting your lower back from the bed to carry your weight with his jaw. He licks between your folds with unfaltering eye contact. Wrapping his arms around your thighs to grip your breasts. Kneading the fatty covered flesh as roughly as his mouth works.

Jeno’s tongue feels thick and velvety slurping between your core. His nose applies pressure to your clit, filling your gut with flapping butterfly wings. He’s disgusting, licking every leak of your essence like a man deprived of anything to quench his thirst.

“J-Jeno, ugh!” Folded up makes it harder to make out a coherent sound. Gurgling moans mixed with cries, you fist at the bed topper at your sides, digging the tips of your toes into his back.

The louder your struggling moans get, the faster Jeno’s tongue works to lather your cunt in spit. Sucking on your outer labia, dipping back to your pulsating hole, he groans, nipping your engorged clit like a menace.

“I’m close!”

That’s all it takes for him to suck on your clit until your thighs clamp around his head, squishing him hard enough for his face to turn beet red. He growls, swirling the tip of his tongue on your clit, pressing delivish kisses between sucks like he can’t get enough.

“J-Jeno!! It’s..too—too much!” He smirks, kissing your clit, shoving back to push your thighs down on the bed. Spread open completely for easy access, he licks fat stripes up your center. Tongue dipping down to your entrance, covering his nose and chin in slick wet heat.

A wash of ice cold water covers your body cooling down the high rising temperature. Pulling at Jeno’s hair as you whine and struggle to writhe beneath his relentless mouth. Ignoring you, he groans, swallowing the fresh release. Starved for your cries to fill his entire being.

“No more! No more!” You squeal, kicking your feet on his shoulders. Overstimulated from having to hold out for such a long time. The numbing throb stretches from your core muscles to your chest, rising and falling with loud panting breaths.

Jeno hums, kissing a way up your hip to your fluttering stomach to the center of your chest. He licks the sweat coating your throat and collar, sucking on the end of your chin before reaching your lips with a heated kiss. It’s a nice kiss, too nice for what you’ve come to expect from him..

Nice, soft, and gentle. Three words you’d never use to describe him, let alone any of his actions toward you.

He finishes with a kiss on your nose, falling off to your side with a yawn.

“I should go to my room..” you mutter, drained and exhausted after letting Jeno use your body again. He grunts into your nape, wrapping his forearms on your stomach and squeezing.

“Stay still.”

“Have to wake up early for school, Jeno.”

“Be quiet,” he grumbles, biting the soft skin lining the back of your neck. “tired, don’t move.”

It’s hard to deny how cozy you feel trapped in Jeno’s limbs. One of his thighs lodged between yours with his arms holding you snuggly against his chest. As odd as it felt, his behavior only got weirder the next day.

“We’ll save time if we shower together.” He reasons, pulling you by your wrist to his bathroom.

“I don’t think we should be doing this. I have my own bathroom, you know?”

Jeno goes on ignoring you, pushing on your shoulder until you take a seat on the toilet as he turns on the water. Rubbing his swollen eyes half-asleep still, he nods as steam begins to draw moisture on the tile walls.

“I like it hot in the morning.”

Even showering together was never a situation you could have predicted. Jeno lathered up body wash to exfoliate your skin clean. Mumbling something about how he shouldn’t have let you sleep with his cum on your back. An apology..if you interpreted it that way.

Jeno dries his hair off, grabbing a smaller towel to pat up and down your arms. Awkwardly fidgeting as he helps you dry off, you look around, searching for an excuse to leave his bedroom.

“Oh God, I need to brush my teeth!”

“Yeah,” Jeno shrugs, grabbing his clothes for the day. “I’ll wait for you in the car.”

“It’s okay, I’ll just walk to the bus stop.”

“No.” Jeno shakes his head, dropping the towel on his hips to stand completely bare before you. “I said I will wait for you. Now hurry up and finish getting ready or we’ll be late.”

Much to your astonishment, Jeno doesn’t argue with you to ‘get the fuck out of his car’. In fact he grabs your thigh, stroking his fingers back and forth on your smooth skin.

“Where’s your first class?”

“Uh..” throwing on your bag, you nod in the direction toward the science building. Expecting Jeno to go about his own way, unsure how to react when he follows your stride with an arm hooked around your shoulder.

Jeno pecks your cheek earning looks and whispers from bystanders. “I’ll find you later for lunch.”

You could only wish for the last two days to feel like whiplash. Leaving your head so far upside down, even sitting in class felt like the room was spinning.

Jeno, Johnny, Jeno, Johnny…Jeno and Johnny..

There was no way for this to pan out well.

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Johnny’s been glaring at his son over dinner since the two of you sat down.

Jeno’s hasn't been unattached from your side since getting home. Even sitting you on his lap while he played a game on his computer. Insisting you owe him still even if your mom knows about the two of you.

‘She doesn’t know about your relationship with my father, unless you want her to find out.’

Jeno even cuts up your food, offering you forkfuls with a sneaky suspicious smile on his lips.

“We should watch a movie tonight!” Your mother suggests boisterously. She stretches in her seat, humming. “The kids can wash the dishes while we find something.”

“I can wash them.” Johnny stands beginning to stack the plates only for your mom to demand he stop, that you and Jeno deserve this as a form of punishment.

“What are you in the mood for, my love?” She asks, digging the end of her chin into the back of Johnny’s shoulder with her arms circled around his fit waist. He catches your gaze, rolling his eyes out of her line of sight.

“It’s up to you darling.”

“I’m in the mood for romance.” petting his abdomen, she begins to turn their bodies toward the living room, missing the gagging sound Jeno lets out.

“Man, she’s a piece of work.”

“Would you believe me if I told you she was actually worse before?” Jeno follows you to the kitchen, even unexpectedly carrying more of the dishes back. “I’m surprised it took so long for my dad to figure out she was cheating on him.”

Jeno reaches for the sponge coating it in dish soap before you’re able to, leaving you to dry as he cleans. “My dad cheated on my mom too, a lot.”

“Oh..”

“I mean, he’s cheating on your mom too. I guess it comes as no surprise.” Jeno nods. “That’s why we moved here. Dad got caught fucking one of his patients, his bosses 18 year old daughter.”

“Oh..”

“My mom had to take a mental health journey after the humiliation he put her through..” Jeno glances your way bouncing his eyebrows. “It even made local newspaper headlines. I’ve never been able to forgive him.”

“I didn’t know..” you start to say nervously. Drying off the last dish and your hands.

“How could you know,” Jeno turns full body placing hands on your hips. “to you, he’s perfect. If he’d chosen to act as a career he’d be winning Oscar’s left and right.”

“Kids! Hurry up! The movies about to start!”

“I swear she’s calling us kids on purpose now.” Jeno mutters, throwing his arms around your waist from behind much like your mother had to Johnny. He nudges your knees to move ahead, walking step by step with you to the living room.

Johnny’s jaw locks up upon watching you enter with his son stuck to your back. Clearing his throat, he pats the small empty spot near him that your mother hasn’t taken up. “Sit here.” He motions toward you, directing Jeno to take the single seater.

He lets out a raspy laugh, licking the shell of your ear. “My lap works perfectly fine as a comfortable seat.”

Jeno cocks a brow at his father, dropping back into a large recliner without releasing his firm hold on your middle. He nuzzles up to your neck, whispering how hard he’s already getting from just being near you.

It’s hard to enjoy any of it with Johnny burning daggers from out of the corner of his eye. Your moms cozied up to his side with a smile on her face resembling a purring cat. Clueless to her boyfriend's building anger, missing the way his knuckles crack into a clenched fist.

Jeno could care less, dipping inside the front of your bottoms, he cups your mound.

“D-don’t..” you shiver, shimmying back into his groin accidentally. He grunts, prodding your bottom with his hardened length. Stroking two fingers between your core, smirking against your cheek at the first sign of dampness.

“Don’t want me to touch you? Afraid daddy will get mad?” Jeno whispers to mock you, pinching your covered clit to make you hiss.

That seems to be enough for his father, raising the television’s volume higher to drown out the sounds Jeno keeps forcing out of you. Playing with your pussy for the next hour until he can’t stand it any longer and ruts himself to completion against your ass.

Johnny doesn’t so much as acknowledge you with a glance or a ‘good night’ before heading off to bed.

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“Finally, you’re alone.” Johnny struts into the kitchen finding you munching on a snack. He scans the room for any sign of his son, sighing in relief to not find him anywhere.

“Jeno’s at practice, I have to head to tutoring in an hour.” You start to explain, pushed into the kitchen counter as Johnny cage's you in with a serious look taking over his features.

“Did you not know that I’m home sweetie?”

“I—“ Johnny bristles not letting you speak, hoisting you onto the counter by your thighs instead.

“Love when you’re in this uniform.” He bites your breasts through the white collared school shirt you’re still wearing, dragging his teeth against the hardened bud. “Slutty little school girl all for me. Gonna let me do anything I want with you dressed up all innocent, aren't you pretty?”

Johnny sucks on your nipple until your top becomes sheer with drool. Dragging his tongue up, he pops your mouth open by pushing your cheeks in. Lapping at your lower lip until your tongue lolls out wantonly seeking to rub against his.

“Come on pretty baby, tell daddy what you want.” He doesn’t really mean it, gripping your face harder to drop a wad of spit on your tongue, he grins. Licking across your teeth up to your top lip, biting down on the plumpness.

“Want d-daddy” you manage to mumble between having your mouth explored. His free hand slaps your thigh, clutching it roughly, pressing the tent that's formed in his slacks to panty covered core.

Johnny knows time is precious, ripping your underwear off with one hand, he throws them to the kitchen floor, releasing his thick cock with the other just enough for his balls to breathe too. Lining up to your entrance, he ruts forward urgently, sinking more than halfway in. Nearly losing it right there by the warm wetness engulfing his size.

“Fuck, fuck,” pulling on your hair, Johnny lifts your loose neck to lick and suck on your mouth. Twirling his tongue with yours to give himself time to calm down. Fucking you was just so much more enjoyable than fucking anyone else. “been too long since I felt my angel, so tight.”

Clutching onto his shoulders, Johnny grabs your waist to push the rest of his size inside. Circling his hips with a precise grind for you to feel every inch of his length pressed along your walls.

“Always so good for me.” He groans, snagging your bottom lip between his teeth. Pulling your waist closer until your ass hangs more off of the counter, carried by Johnny’s muscles straining beneath his long sleeved top.

“Wish you could see how pretty you look taking my cock princess.” He thrusts hard, filling your cunt up with each push in. Making your smaller body collapse against his firm broad chest. Delicate moans tickle from his throat, dancing up to his ears making him want to fuck you harder until you’re a sobbing mess, distraught and not knowing what to do with yourself. “You’re so good for me, taking it even if it hurts.”

The sound of the front door opening and shutting slows down Johnny’s hips. Straightening his spine to listen for either Jeno’s heavy trudging footsteps or your mother’s light as a feather walk.

The familiar sound of his sons sneakers sounds, Johnny curses under his breath knowing Jeno would love more than anything to ruin your time together.

Thinking fast, Johnny scoops you up underneath your thighs, gritting his teeth as he carries you to the backyard door. He kicks it open as quietly as he can in hopes of not calling Jeno’s attention. It slams shut harder than he wishes, knowing you’ll be caught any minute now, he pivots slamming your back against the wall that leads to the garage.

“Fuck!” Johnny groans, kissing the drool hanging from the corner of your mouth. Pistoning at a fierce pace to fuck you open on his cock. Screaming out embarrassingly loud bounced up and down his length, his hands slapped onto your ass, bending his knees to fully throw your lighter figure down.

“Daddy! Daddy please!”

Johnny screams through clenched teeth, dripping in sweat from using the entirety of his strength to impale you on his girth. The slap of your ass echoes through the backyard, nearly muting the door opening up. If not for meeting Jeno’s angered face he wouldn’t have noticed his son standing there. Too caught up in the noisy creamy squelch of your cunt gripping around him.

“Johnny!!!” Your mother’s voice booms from inside the house. Locking eyes with Jeno again, his son licks the bottom row of his teeth, poking the tip of his tongue against the inside of his cheek.

“I think I saw him head outside!” Jeno shouts, flipping his father off with a smirk before moving back into the house.

Johnny growls, fucking into you at a furious pace. The wall behind you shakes erratically, painfully beating against your spine with each rough thrust he gives you chasing for his release to hurry.

“Daddy! Please! Hurts!” You cry into his shoulder, biting and drooling. Digging your nails into the material of his shirt.

“Fuck fuck!” Johnny’s face contorts, slamming your ass down onto his cock at a animalistic pace. With one hard deep thrust, he jams you against the garage door, trembling against your smaller frame as he finally cums. Warmth fills your tummy, whimpering against his collarbone.

“God, fuck this.” He bites back a pitiful sound, having to slide free from your pulsating heat. “Stay put pretty.”

Johnny sets you on weak ankles, propping you to the wall with a fast glance over his shoulder. Pulling your skirt back down with a quick peck to the top of your head, he grabs onto his pants running behind the house.

“Johnny!!” Your mother steps out just as he rounds the corner. Finding you disoriented against the garage door. She storms over confused, checking your forehead for a fever.

“What are you doing out here?!” She shrieks, startling you to stand straight only to clench your thighs as cum drips down past the hem of your skirt. “Why did Jeno say his dad was out here?!”

“H-haven’t seen him..” you whisper, rubbing your warmed cheeks. “Maybe he mistook him for me..”

“That’s odd.” She looks you over suspiciously, pushing the damp strands along your hairline back. “You better get inside, you’re all sweaty.”

Agreeing with her, you make a walk of shame past your mother with your knees knotted together. Passing by Jeno sat on the couch who blows you a kiss. He chucks your crumpled up underwear at your back.

“You got cum on your sock, hope your mommy didn’t notice that.”

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“Babe! You know what this means right?!”

Johnny’s sat by your mother with a bored look on his face, shrugging and yawning.

“It means we have the weekend free!” She squeals bouncing up and down in her seat. “I’m gonna book us a little day trip! Oh my God! Perfect timing, ugh, I’ve needed a weekend getaway with my honey pie so bad.”

He jerks up straight fully attentive at that, sputtering and coughing. “Huh? What??”

“It’s my Birthday..” you interrupt quietly. Sinking lower into your chair across the dining table. If your mother’s eyes could kill in that instance, you’d be done for.

“You want to act like a little slut and still expect me to celebrate you like some child?” She snaps, tossing her hair back in an arrogant way. “You’re an adult now, what have I told you?”

“Birthday parties are for kids..” you mumble, garnering Jeno’s attention who inserts his foot even when you wish he wouldn’t.

“What the fuck?” Jeno serves your mother with an equally, if not worse, intense glare. “I thought I had it bad, at least my dad still celebrates the day I was born.”

“Honey, Jeno’s got a point.” Johnny lifts his hands, motioning for everyone to calm down. “We can plan a getaway for another weekend.”

“We absolutely cannot! In fact I haven’t had a weekend off with you in months!” She fumes. “Don’t be so dramatic about this! Besides..”

She smiles in a sadistic manner, nothing but malice in her shit eating grin. “Your little boyfriend will keep you company. Isn’t that right Jeno?”

Jeno blinks in surprise, sitting up straight to deliver your mother with an even more menacing smirk. “You’re right, she has me.”

He throws an arm around your shoulder, tilting your chin up to lay a lewd kiss with his tongue down your throat. “Don’t worry about it baby, I’ll make your Birthday unforgettable.”

“Jeno, none of that during dinner.” Johnny sighs, pushing away his hair to fully display the stress lines forming in the middle of his forehead. “I’ll give you two money to plan something.”

“Isn’t that just precious.” Your mother stands up, bouncing on the tips of her toes. “Now we all get what we want.”

Not true, you think, eyeing Johnny locking his phone screen. A vibration received in your pocket one second later.

Johnny: Office. Now.

“I’ll be wrapping up some emails.” He stands up, patting your mom on her ass with a wink to appease her.

“Come on, let’s go to my room.” Jeno stands, hooking you by your elbow.

“I’ll be up in a bit, I have to put in my laundry.”

Seeming content with that excuse, Jeno heads off to his bathroom, leaving you scrambling past the kitchen to Johnny’s office.

He’s pacing back and forth along the designer rug sprawled out on the floor in front of his desk. Rubbing his chin in thought, more worried about what a weekend alone with Jeno could mean for him than anything.

“Johnny?”

He stops immediately, rushing to wrap you in a warm hug. Apologizing profusely about having to miss your Birthday. The last one had meant so much to him afterall..

“It’s okay, we can always celebrate another time.” You say to comfort him, drowning in the remaining scent of cologne that's blended in with his natural calming scent.

“I know…I just..worry about you being stuck with Jeno, alone.”

“Oh, it’ll be fine, he’s mostly harmless.” You shrug. “I doubt he’ll even be around honestly.”

“No no, he should at least take you out to dinner. My treat alright? I’ll make sure of it.” Johnny smiles, tapping the end of your nose.

“Okay..”

“Okay?”

“Okay..daddy”

Johnny’s smile reaches his eyes, kissing between your eyebrows. “Here, take out your phone, I’ll put in my other phone number in case you need to contact me this weekend.”

Nodding, you scoop out the device for him, spilling a receipt from earlier along with a folded up photo. He bends down to pick up the trash, opening the phone only to scowl at what he finds.

“Oh!” You snatch the picture from his hold in embarrassment. Heat ignites beneath your cheeks just as fast, ready to jam the thick paper back where you had it hiding.

“Why do you have that?” He confiscates the photo from your fingers before you’re able to put it away furrowing his brows together.

“I..I thought it was cute.” You try to explain, more confused by his sudden anger. “I found it the other day when I was looking for a dictionary in your office. I’m sorry, I should have asked you first..”

Johnny sighs, shaking his head, he pockets the photo of himself more annoyed by your apology than anything. Having hidden or thrown away photos of himself in his 20’s years ago when he decided they did nothing but remind him that he can’t get everything he wants. He can’t reverse time and stop himself from fucking up his life.

He can’t gain back his youth or deny the pain in his limbs. He can’t pretend it’s not his ego taking a bruise whenever his own son one up’s him; growing faster and stronger with age as Johnny grows weaker, questioning if he still has it.

Noticing his solemn demeanor you think it over, opening and closing your mouth hoping to comfort him. “You looked just like Jeno!”

Perhaps comforting others, especially a grown man, is not your strong point.

Johnny’s jaw locks sharpening his already defined features, lips twitching as he fixes you with a half-lidded intense stare.

“You should go to bed, it’s getting late.”

His vague response does nothing to calm your worry, spluttering as you try to backtrack. “I mean, like really handsome! You’re still really really handsome Johnny!”

He sighs, shaking his head, crumpling the photo in his pocket to cool the rage taking over his emotions. Johnny pinches your chin leaning down to set a kiss on your forehead.

“Your mother and I are leaving first thing in the morning. Try not to let my son treat your beautiful neck like a chew toy.”

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“Hey!” Jeno flicks your forehead, groaning when you start to whine. “Wake up!”

Sitting up you yawn, grimacing from the pain between your brows. Was it really necessary to wake you up like that?!

“Dad didn’t wanna disrupt your ‘blissful sleep’, or some shit.” Jeno scoffs, he nods to a cup of coffee from your favorite brewery on your bedside table. “That’s for you.”

“Oh my God, how sweet!” You perk up instantly lifting the cup to your nose. The sweet inhale of bittersweet cold brew dissolves how rudely you were awakened.

“Doesn’t take much to impress you, does it?” Jeno quirks a brow. Shaking his head, he pats your leg, rushing you to get ready.

“Come on, you can finish that on the way.”

“Where are we going?” You question, noting the time being too early for a lunch or dinner Johnny would have set up.

“It’s a surprise. Wear some comfortable shoes.”

Jeno doesn’t say much more than that. As odd as it feels to sit in his car for longer than an hour, the drive is pleasant.

“You can play whatever,” Jeno motions uninterested toward the display. “just connect your bluetooth.”

“Are you sure..what if you don’t like my music?” Jeno rolls his eyes, fixing you with an annoyed glare. “Okay okay..”

Surprisingly enough, he doesn’t complain once. Maybe you even caught his neck bobbing along to the beat of a few songs, his fingers drumming on the steering wheel. Even humming along to a few songs.

Maybe, you have more in common than you thought.

“Wha—An amusement park??”

Today would be full of surprises, apparently. Shocked as Jeno pulls into the parking lot of your favorite childhood amusement park. He gets out of the car stretching after the long drive.

“Yeah, I usually come every summer but.. since it’s your uh,” Jeno fidgets a bit, rounding his car to grab a backpack from the backseat. Mumbling to himself too quietly for you to pick up. “your birthday..”

An amusement park with Jeno is definitely no way you would have ever imagined to spend your Birthday, yet it wasn’t so bad.

“Do we have to keep playing this game?” You frown, rubbing your forehead where Jeno keeps flicking you each time you answer wrong. It’s not that you were bad at playing ‘Guess Who?’ but Jeno wasn’t the best at describing.

“Come on!” He shouts getting frustrated, still playful as he jumps up and down foolishly in line. “He’s that guy! In that one movie!” He says, shooting ‘pew pew pew’ with a finger.

Cringing, you ready yourself for the next forehead flick. The timer on Jeno’s phone only has seconds left with no clue as to who he could be trying to portray, badly.

“Welp,” the buzzer goes off, Jeno maneuvers you into his arms suddenly, leaning down closer to your face as he bends you back. “You never close your eyes anymore when I kiss your lipsss.”

“Tom Cruise?!” You splutter, worried he’ll drop you.

“Too late!” Jeno laughs, delivering another hard flick to your forehead.

“Ow! God, you’re gonna leave me with a hole in my face!”

He wiggles his eyebrows, looking ahead to see the line moving. With no recovery time he grabs you rushing forward. “Finally, we’re next!”

Jeno loves roller coasters, maybe even more than you do. He insists you get on every ride no matter what the wait times are. Passing the time with various games or retelling memories of the previous times you’ve visited the theme park when you were kids.

“First time I rode the ferris wheel I got nauseous and threw up all over my dad’s girlfriend at the time.” Jeno chuckles evilly at that. Nodding to the ride as you approach it together.

“That’s awful..”

“Nah, she was a bitch who put ice in my shirt for calling her ugly.” He explains. “Dad wasn’t too happy about it, but I guess I ate a bad corn dog earlier. I’ll never touch those things again.”

“Are you going to throw up on me?” You asks nervously, stepping into the cart to sit opposite of him. He laughs, waving you off, buckling in your seat’s belt before his own.

“Nah, I always end the night with this ride. It’s nice to look at everything from up high.”

“Yeah” you agree, gazing from the cart's window at the lit up rides shining over the night time darkness. Smiling fondly after a long day of standing and walking. It hadn’t been so bad, actually more fun than anything…

Jeno..maybe made you laugh more than you would have expected. Looking through your phone later at the photos captured on the rides of ridiculous screaming faces would be a nice memory. Not that you had too many of those with him.

“Today was really nice Jeno.” You say interrupting the quiet you’ve fallen into. Both enjoying how peaceful it feels as the cart reaches higher and higher.

“It was,” he nods, fishing through a pocket in his backpack. “I know you probably expected some fancy dinner, but I felt like this was something we could do as..friends.”

“As friends?!” You start laughing, surprised by the small gift in his hands. He nods again, this time more to himself.

“You know since..we’re pretending to date.” Jeno clears his throat, holding out the wrapped box for you. “I mean, Happy Birthday.”

“What is this?”

“I don’t know,” Jeno plays dumb, rubbing his nape anxiously. “open it and find out.”

Unwrapping the bow, you find the clasp underneath, slowly unlocking it to open up what seems to be a small jewelry box. Met with a silver chain carrying a gorgeous charm.

“Oh my God,” you choke out, overwhelmed by the shiny letter ‘J’ reflecting your face. A letter to show off around your neck proudly. A reminder that someone really cares about you. “Did your dad set this up???”

Jeno’s jaw drops, suddenly angered that he’s stuck in a cart with you. All day he tried so hard to have fun with you, even made an effort to not make fun of you when you dropped your piece of funnel cake, offering to split his with you instead.

“Wow.” He gulps, prodding the inside of his cheek with a deep breath to calm down. “That’s all you think about, you just…God, what the fuck was I thinking.”

“What do you mean Jeno?”

The questions too late, jerking as your ride comes to an end. Jeno busts from the cart like a bat out of hell, shouting without looking your way again that it’s ‘time to leave’.

“Jeno! Slow down!” You have to run to keep up with the insanely fast way he charges out of the park to his car.

“No! Hurry the hell up!”

Hostility and tension congests the car for the entire drive home. Jeno’s mood is drastically different from the easy-going one he’d been in all day. Too nervous to speak up again, you choose to stay silent and let him drive in peace. Worried you would stress him out far too much during a dark drive home.

He doesn’t even bother to wait for you to get out of the car before rushing inside the house. Chasing after him to his bedroom you manage to budge a leg through so he can’t shut the door on you.

“Go away!”

“Jeno! No! What did I do?!“

“What did you do?!?” Jeno shouts louder, pulling you in to slam you against his bedroom wall. “You can’t seriously be that dumb!”

Blinking up lost, Jeno bares his teeth in frustration, snapping them shut and shaking his head. “You really are that dumb.”

“I’m not! You can at least tell me what I did wrong!” You protest, pushing at his chest to relieve yourself of his weight crushing against you.

“I seriously can’t fucking stand you.” huffing a long breath through his nose, Jeno pushes off, turning away from you. Beginning to strip from his clothes to take a long hot shower.

“We were having a nice day!”

“And you ruined it!” Jeno shouts louder, throwing off his shirt.

As he reaches to unbuckle his belt, you think this isn’t how you expected today to end. At the least wishing Jeno would give you a gift with his dick.

“You have no fucking common sense!” He keeps shouting, shoving off his jeans to toss them into a hamper. “Even now you’re staring at me like you expect me to fuck you.”

Biting your lip, you try not to sound too desperate. “It’s my Birthday..”

“Ugh!” Jeno grabs your shoulders, throwing your body down onto his bed. Failing to enjoy how easily he can toss you around, you moan, quickly covering your mouth in shame. “Want me to fuck you? Because it’s your fucking Birthday?! Fine!”

He’s livid now, ripping your clothes from your body like an animal. “God I fucking hate you, I seriously can’t believe how fucking selfish you are.”

“I’m sorry” you start to whimper. Guilt ridden by the heat enveloping your cunt, spilling wetness from your core before Jeno’s even properly touched you.

“You’re not sorry, you’re just a dumb slut begging to get fucked.”

Jeno hates you, he hates how all you care about is his asshole father. He hates how you didn’t once thank him for everything he did for you today. Most of all, he hates how hard his dick gets just by looking at you, even cumming into his fist this morning before you woke up to the thought of you. He hates how fucking bad he wants you to be his more than anything, and thats the problem.

He doesn’t hate you, not really. He just hates that you hate him.

It’s not gentle, it’s not soft, it’s bordering on painful, it’s sloppy and obscene.

Deciding he can’t stand to see your pleasured face, Jeno turns you on to your stomach. Fucking inside of you with one quick thrust without worrying to give you time to adjust. He wants you to suffer and pay, he needs redemption for the way you’ve made a pinching sensation form in his chest.

Thrusting in deep, Jeno grabs on to the back of your neck using his other hand to smash your head into the bed. He slams down filled with rage, smacking against your ass hard enough to have his bedroom full of your muffled screams, throaty grunts, skin brutalizing skin.

“That’s right, take it like the fucking whore you are.” He grits. Thighs flexing from rutting against your ass. Appearing more like a monster ravaging your body as he rams you deeper and deeper into the bed.

“Who fucks you like this?!” Jeno screams, deep and gravely. Slowing down only to thrust in longer and harder, letting go of your head to slap your ass meanly. “I know he doesn’t fuck you like this.”

“No one!” Gasping for breath, you bite on his bedding, wrinkling between your eyes from the high pleasure shooting up your spine with each of Jeno’s thrusts. He pounds into you faster, stinging your ass with accompanying slaps. Thrashing wildly beneath him, you lock up letting out a long cry.

“Stupid whore, cumming around my cock, good for nothing but carrying my cum.” Jeno spits, pulling out before you can even fully enjoy your climax. Manhandling you onto your back, he pushes your legs up, bending you into a completely folded half. He reaches between your legs to grab hold of your throat. Thrusting back into your sensitive pussy at a new angle, stuffing your hole even deeper than before.

“Look how fucking disgustingly wet you get for me.” He grips on your neck, tugging it up making it harder for you to breathe properly. Focused on the way his wet cock slams in and out of your overstimulated core. “Get that wet for someone you hate??”

Even through the haze of heat and tingling nerves soaring down your limbs, you shake your head. “D-don’t hate—you. Don’t.”

Jeno’s upper lip curls in, forcing his cock balls deep. Hitting that spot deep inside of you with each thrust.

“Hate you.” He says it quietly this time, shaking away sweat blinding his eyes. Finding your lost gaze, Jeno decides he hates that the most.

The way you look at him like you’d let him ruin you as much as he pleases.

He hates how hard that makes him cum. Uncontrollably losing his rhythm with a few lasts thrust, he groans, collapsing bodily on top of your suffocated lungs.

Jeno takes a hold of your face with one hand. Grinding his cock inside of you emptying the last spurts of cum. He trembles, forcing himself to let go, even if his lips itch for more. Even if your mouth pouts lewdly pleading for a kiss.

Even if that pain in his chest spreads further.

“Get out of my room.” He whispers, sliding out to turn his back to you.

“Je—“ the sound of your phone buzzing steals your attention. Getting up in search of your discarded clothing, you check the device to find a new notification from Johnny.

New number: Told your mom I have a conference next weekend. Come up with a story, going to take you away to make up for missing your special day❤️

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Johnny’s quiet on the way to the hotel. Cracking his knuckles at red lights as he gazes out of the window. He picks you up from outside of a shopping center already carrying your belongings for the weekend in the trunk of his car.

He hasn’t said much to you all week, not that he’s been able to. If Jeno’s plan is to keep you busy, it’s working. Any moment his father even gets a chance to be around you, Jeno manages to show up. Smiling ear to ear as he douses you with excessive displays of affection. Even if he’s upset with you still, it doesn’t effect the thrill he gets from pissing off his dad.

It’s not far-fetched to believe Johnny’s irritated, having not said a word to you once since occupying the passenger seat. He hardly even looked your way when you got into the car.

“Are you hungry?” You ask to break the silence. Johnny gives you no more than an indecipherable response, grunting from his chest.

Pulling up to the hotel valet, he continues to serve you the silent treatment. Cracking his neck and stretching instead of throwing an arm around you. He nods ahead to a bar upon stepping foot into the main entrance.

“I need a drink.”

Taking in your dressed down attire nervously, you follow after him. No doubt appearing more as his daughter than lover. It wouldn’t have fit your lie of hanging out at a ‘friends’ house this weekend for girl time to dress up too nicely. Much like Johnny attending a conference for two days wouldn’t show up dressed any less expensive and regal than he is now.

“Hello Mr. Suh, have not seen you around in quite some time.” the hostess greets with a charming smile.

Johnny nods, motioning that the two of you would be entering.

“I’ll need to see a form of identification first,” the hostess says nervously. “we cannot have minors sitting at the bar.”

Johnny scoffs, snapping for you to fetch your ID. “She’s not a minor.”

The hostess forces a wider fake smile reading your birthday. “Under 21 are not allowed in. My apologies.”

Johnny sighs, ripping his fingers through his neatly groomed hair. “I need a drink,” he looks you up and down pensively, clicking his tongue. “just go up to the room and wait for me, will you?”

“Okay..” you mumble, sensing you’ve put him in a bad mood. He taps your chin, placing a gentle kiss on your cheek.

“Daddy will be up soon alright? Be a good girl and get ready for me.”

If Johnny wanted you to get ready for, that’s exactly what you were going to do.

The suite was just as luxurious as you remember, having spent most of your time in bed on your only visit, you made sure to pack a bikini this time to utilize the jacuzzi.

Johnny had insisted you make a wish list of items you needed, no matter what the price. Adding in his own wishes in the form of scandalous lingerie that did less to cover any bits of your private areas. $200 panties that appeared more like flossy string between your ass and overpriced bralettes that forced your chest to spill out.

With a quick shower, you lotion up and drench your skin in his favorite fragrance. Slinking on expensive delicate lingerie, choosing to wear the set in his favorite color. You’d do whatever it takes to rectify his mood, even practicing how you should pose on the bed. Grateful for the mirror on the wall displaying how foolish some of your positions looked.

Opting to sprawl out on your side to accentuate the line of curves up your frame, you get comfortable waiting for the sound of the door to click.

Waiting, waiting, and waiting.

The side of your face meets the bed an hour later, frowning and feeling stupid the more time ticks by. Johnny doesn’t come up for another two hours.

He stumbles through the suite, bumping against furniture as he tries to find his way to the master bedroom. His skin is painted with dots of pink and red that flush up his cheeks, loose jaw hanging lower when he enters the master suite.

“Fuck,” Johnny grabs onto the doorframe to steady his weak knees. Biting down on his lip as he takes in your figure from the tips of your toes up to your shut eyes. “so fucking cute.”

Kicking off the uncomfortable slacks sucking tighter on his groin the longer he stares at you, Johnny moves further in. Propping an arm on the bed to rid himself of the remaining materials covering his warming skin, he crawls over to your resting figure on his knees. Moistening his lips with a hungered lick, he kisses your ankle first, taking his time to indulge in your silky skin against his rough lips.

As upset as he’s felt for the last week, seeing you laid out and ready for him lit the dying flame in his chest. He hated to admit his feelings had been hurt in any way when you dropped that old photo of him, but he couldn’t shake the thought.

He couldn’t stop himself from thinking about how much older he is than you. How you might just get on better with his son. How you can’t even sit at the fucking bar with him while he drinks.

“Daddy?” Your groggy voice interrupts his spiraling thoughts. Grinning when he hears the sweet nickname drip from your lips.

“You smell so nice princess,” Johnny’s nose drags through your squished together legs, kissing a path upward to your center. He bites at the crevice of your thigh, nibbling too soft to leave any mark. “you’re my favorite, did you know that?”

Each palpitation erupting from your chest grows in speed, rushing from your sternum to the space between your pelvic bone where Johnny presses his lips tenderly. Sucking down deep inhales of your cloth covered core, he groans from deep within his chest.

“My favorite little doll to play with.” continuing to move up, he lays down a trail of kisses from your navel to your breasts, sucking on the perky flesh protruding out of the hardly supportive material. “..what the fuck is that?”

Sitting up on your hips, Johnny makes it impossible for you to move. Picking up the ‘J’ presented on your throat, his brows furrow together confused. “Did Jeno give you this?!”

“Yes!” You exclaim, interpreting the situation in a terrible way. “I’m sorry, I forgot to thank you!”

“Thank me?!” Johnny rips the chain from your neck, painful as it burns digging into your nape, unclasping from his sheer strength. He chucks it off the bed returning to his aggravated mood, gripping your shoulders to examine your bruised and bitten throat. The remnants of his son pissing everywhere like a fucking dog marking it’s territory.

Absolutely livid, Johnny seeps the pads of his fingers into a couple of the lingering teeth marks, wondering how you could let Jeno abuse your precious delicate skin in such a way.

“This is what you like huh?” It’s not much of a question, lifting your loosened neck up with his palm cupping your nape, Johnny brushes his nose along a line of littered marks. “Is that why you were carrying that photo of me? Daydreaming of how daddy could have fucked you like a savage beast when he was Jeno’s age.”

“Johnny, wha—“

“What did you call me?” His other palm encompasses the front of your neck, completely wrapping your throat and still left with enough room to still wiggle his fingers. The evil thought that he could easily snap your dainty neck races to his groin, throbbing against your stomach.

“Daddy!” Panicking, you try to nod. Grabbing onto Johnny’s wrist, which in comparison, your entire hand can just barely bracelet around. The size difference between the two of you only excites you, wiggling your legs together behind his back in anticipation.

“I’ll show you, I’ll fuck you within an inch of your life. I’ll make you scream and cry louder than he ever could.”

Johnny chokes your neck, sickened that his pretty perfect doll would let anyone defile her. Sickened that you’d let anyone use your body for pleasure other than him. He squeezes until you’re tapping out on his forearms with your eyes rolled up. Growing more aroused by the rapid rising pulse trapped in his grip.

“I’ll teach you a lesson, pretty baby.” Johnny lets go to let you catch your breath, you’re gonna need it. Crawling up your torso, thick thighs surround your head. The bed sinking beneath the weight of his knees at the sides. He fists the hair at the crown of your head, dragging heavy balls up and down the middle of your face. Degrading you like he knows his disrespectful menacing son would.

“That’s what you want? Want to act like a dirty slut for daddy don’t you?” Johnny’s sweet tone turns venomous, dripping malice with each viscous word he spews. “Come on, answer me, tell daddy what a stupid little slut you are.”

Wrapping the base of his length, he pokes at your lips, coughing and nodding as you silently begin to agree. Kissing and licking up the mess of precum leaking from his slit.

“Speak up!” Johnny slaps your cheek with his heavy meat, making it all the more humiliating as you respond.

“I’m..” shutting your eyes to contain the tears ready to melt out under the fiery heat spread across your face, you nod again. “a dumb slut.”

“What was that?” Johnny shifts, clutching your face in his large hand. Shaking your head side to side roughly.

“I’m a dumb slut!”

“WHO’S dumb slut?”

“Daddy!” You wail, arching up as he slides inside of your soaking wet cunt, filling you to the brim without much to prepare you other than your carnal arousal. Johnny’s still too big to handle all at once so suddenly. “Oh fuck! I’m daddy’s dumb slut!”

Johnny can’t deny how much more turned on he feels listening to you degrade yourself. Responding to his commanding tongue like a good girl. He groans, grinding into the heat covering his cock. Taking a hold of your wrists, he pushes them above your head to have complete control over your body.

“Love daddy’s cock so much don’t you? My dirty nasty angel.” Johnny hisses, lifting his hips far back enough for only the tip of his length to remain. Thrusting back in each time for you to feel the entirety of his size filling you up.

“Yes yes!” You whimper, reaching for something only to grab at air with your wrists handcuffed together in his meaty palms. His thrusts never cease, building up to a maddening speed. The only sound past your heavy ragged breaths coming from the loud smack of Johnny’s balls meeting your rim.

“Say it again, come on, pretty baby. Keep telling daddy how much you love his fucking cock.” Johnny growls, biting down on your jaw as he burrows deep inside of you.

Holding your wrists down together in one hand, Johnny grips your throat again with his other. His long fingers snake the expanse of your throat, pushing his weight down on your smaller limbs to lift his upper half higher giving you a full view of his cock plunging in and out coated in glossy slick. Emitting wet sounds and splashes with each glide in.

“D-daddy!” You croak out, trying to catch your breath. Losing your sanity little by little in a daze under Johnny’s merciless thrusts. He fucks with determination, pushing you close to the edge of the bed with each bruising piston of his hips. The back of your neck hangs off, gurgling a breathless shout, you arch up giving him full permission to ruin your hole.

Letting go of your wrists and neck, Johnny hugs around your shoulders sandwiching your body to his. “So good for me, pretty baby, just me. So fucking tight and wet, gonna make daddy cum so fucking hard.”

“Please please daddy,” you cry harder, nipping his cheek, leaving behind a patch of drool. “Please inside of me, please!”

Johnny knows you need to feel full, obsessed with hot cum dribbling out of your hole. A filthy little slut just begging to be fucked and bred. He knew from the day he looked through your blog, chuckling at the amount of creampie and breeding posts.

“Ask for it” he groans, digging his teeth into your neck, gnawing the skin to cover up the marks there with his own.

“Please! Cum inside me! Fill me up! Fill me up!” Kicking his thighs, you cum breaking out in rolls of tremors. Finding the backs of your eyes with the tune of Johnny’s deep growls circling your head as he thrusts one last time. He keeps thrusting, pumping spurt after spurt of cum deep inside your cunt. Plugging it up as he stills and fully drops his upper half on top of you, puffing for air along your throat.

He stays like that for a while, only coming to himself when he feels your weakened hands pushing at his shoulders to roll him off. Propping himself up on his elbows, he takes in your face drained of life, sensing a small pang of guilt. Clueless as to how his son can fuck you so meaninglessly, and how you can enjoy it.

Getting up to grab a few towels, Johnny covers your exposed skin to keep you warm, mumbling something you’re too exhausted to comprehend.

He draws a warm bath in the whirlpool tub, knowing you both could use something to soothe your muscles after that excursion. Mentally cursing for not packing a bath bomb or stress relieving body wash, he’d just have to make due with the shower gel provided by the hotel.

“Come on angel, bath time.” He picks you up effortlessly despite using up most of his energy. Melting away most of the alcohol in his blood by sweating as if he just had a long high calorie burning workout. Johnny helps place your face in the crook of his neck, pulling your thighs around his naked hips. He steps back into the bathroom with the tub now full of steamy hot water, testing the heat to not scold your skin.

Dropping the towel covering your back, he steps in keeping your limp body attached to his front, grabbing on to the edge of the tub to lower down slowly. The hot water stirs you to mumble something against his neck. Shushing you, he scoops some of the water in his palm to pour it down the upper half of your back not immersed.

“Too warm for you princess?” Johnny presses a kiss to your forehead, lightly stroking up and down your spine.

“Like it,” you mewl, licking up the vein lining the column of his throat. “so empty daddy..”

You don’t need to say more for Johnny to understand. Tilting your chin up, he pecks your lips gently, sliding deeper into the tub to place your hips directly on his. Continuing to kiss you as he lifts your bottom up by the backs of your thighs to lower you back onto his length.

“Mmmphh..” Johnny moans against your lips, tempted to thrust up and fuck you again. His cock twitches inside the warmth of your walls wrapping him up snuggly, but he knows you need time to recover.

“Is that better angel?” He whispers, kissing up to your ear. Massaging your lower back until you give up fidgeting.

“So good, perfect.” You nod, falling back into a comfortable position cradled in his arms. Johnny knows exactly what you need after fucking you past the point of feeling alive. Stripping your flesh from your bones to feel you from inside out only to place you back together again better than you started.

“That’s because you’re so perfect.” He coos, pouring some of the shower gel out to clean off the mixture of bodily fluids stuck to your skin. “My good girl, you know I’d never hurt you on purpose.”

Opening your eyes, you wonder what he means by that. Suddenly missing the necklace that was ripped from your throat. Johnny hums expecting a response, reaching lower to dip between your legs where his cocks lodged inside of you.

“..yes daddy..”

“I know how to take care of you best,” he continues, speaking softly. Portraying a much different character when he needs you to succumb, hand over all of your trust. “that’s why it’s important for you to do as I say.”

Johnny finishes by kissing the top of your head, rubbing circles on your clit with two firm fingers. Asking if you’ll be ready for more soon, because you don’t have all night to waste.

His comforting words came off less genuine the more he worked you up. Thrusting up into your core only a few minutes later to fuck you again.

Any exhaustion or sadness Johnny had felt earlier quickly disappeared the longer he fucked you. Milking his cock into late hours of the night until your little body gave out.

He had to laugh, knowing Jeno could never fuck to straight to sleep.

“That’s why you come to me,” Johnny says, kissing your eyelids, thrusting one more time before filling your cervix with another load of cum. “Daddy knows best.”

The next day Johnny insists on taking you shopping to make up for missing your Birthday. It’s difficult to complain when he kisses your lips each time you try.

“I’m really not upset about it,” you say despite following him down the street with your arms attached to his bicep. “I had a lot of fun on my Birthday.”

“With Jeno.” Johnny stares straight ahead, nose twitching enough for the sunglasses sat on the bridge of his nose to move.

“He wasn’t too bad, the roller coasters were fun!”

“Hmmm,” Johnny nods, motioning to a jewelry store ahead. “I think a necklace, to replace that cheap thing you had on yesterday.”

“It’s not cheap! There’s sentimental value behind it!” You stomp, rubbing the letter decorating your neck.

“Is that what Jeno told you when he gifted you this piece of tin?” Johnny scoots your fingers away to look over the necklace. Poking the tip of his tongue out as he rubs it between the pads of his fingers. “Used my money to buy this and still couldn’t find something nice. Can’t believe I raised him.”

“I thought.. that you picked it out for me.”

“Sweetie please,” Johnny scoffs, directing you into the store. “I am a man of class. Jeno is still an immature boy. I would never allow that cheap jewelry to touch your beautiful skin.”

“So..” slowing down, you trail off in thought as an employee approaches him to assist with the case he’s looking through.

Jeno’s anger by the end of your day together was beginning to make sense. If he had actually bought you the necklace as a gift, then had he really planned the entire date as well? Johnny seemed to not know what the two of you even got up to on your Birthday.

Jeno had every reason to be mad at you.

“Look at that,” Johnny smiles, draping a thin silver chain on your neck with a diamond heavy enough to caved your chest in. “absolutely stunning. Only the best for my little doll.”

“It’s…a bit much.” You frown, noticing how much less shiny the ‘J’ is in comparison.

“It’s perfect,” Johnny pecks your shoulder, pointing to a pair of earrings in the case. “I’ll take those as well.”

“Johnny please, the necklace is enough!”

“Oh, those are for your mom.” Johnny laughs, a condescending drip crescendos from his throat, fixing you with a snarky look. “Have to get her something for when she starts complaining about Jeno again.”

“Johnny?”

“What is it, princess?”

“Are you going to marry my mom?”

He scoffs, lifting a groomed brown, slowly observing your less than quizzical gaze.

“Now why would you ask me that?” His cheek twitches containing a smirk. “Marriage..”

Johnny rolls his eyes, pulling out a black credit card to pay. “Marriage is prison.”

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Marriage is prison. That’s what Johnny said, shushing you with a wink before leading you to another store. He spoiled you more and more, shoes, purses, perfumes, nothing you asked for.

The only thing you craved was his affection, tangling your fingers through his on the drive home only for him to dismiss your advances by changing the radio. His hand tight on the wheel for the rest of the drive home.

“I can’t believe this!” Your mother’s shouting from the kitchen, clutching her phone. “Johnny just got back! Ugh, don’t call me selfish!”

Jeno rolls his eyes, twirling a lock of your hair around his index finger. Taunting his father from across the table with a grin stretching his lips.

Your mom hangs up, dramatically falling into the seat next to Johnny she typically resides in. “I have to go see my sister this weekend,” she groans, pouting at her boyfriend. “can you come with me darling?”

Johnny sits up clearing his throat, pondering her requests. He begins to shake his head in denial, reaching a foot underneath the table to tap your leg, accidentally grazing Jeno’s as well. “No can do honey, I’m swamped with work after that conference. I have a ton of meetings with patients to catch up on this week and paperwork to sort.”

“Ugh!” Your mother whines, more of a brat than you’ve ever been. Not once wishing you a Happy Birthday or apologizing for missing it. She turns to face you, scrunching her nose up in an ugly way. “My precious daughter will have to accompany me then!”

“Oh, no way,” Jeno sits up interrupting. “you see, we have plans.”

Your mother scoffs, striking him with a fierce glare. “What plans?!”

“I’m going to fuck your daughter all weekend.” Jeno nods with a proud grin. “You’ll have to go visit your sister alone.”

“You’re going to let him speak to me like that?!” She shouts, smacking Johnny’s bicep. He mumbles something lacking interest, quickly excusing himself to deal with important business.

True to his word, Jeno intends to do exactly as he said. The second his father exits the house to drop your mom off at the train station, he drags you to his bedroom.

“I really really can’t stand your mother.” Jeno presses your back to the hallway wall only feet away from his bedroom. Licking up your throat, he sucks wet kisses up and down. “She’s such a bitch seriously, can’t believe my dad’s put up with her this long.”

“Do you think..” Jeno makes it impossible for you to even use your brain. Heavy breath tickles up your jaw, tugging your earlobe between his teeth, he swirls the tip of his tongue in a delicious mind-numbing way through your ear.

“Stop thinking.” Expanding his mouth, he swallows the entirety of your ear. Lapping like a dog in heat, he dips a hand inside your bottoms cupping your core. “You should only be thinking with this. That’s all I’m thinking about.”

He pushes the heel of his palm into your clothed heat, digging the thickest part against your clit. “Beg for it, wanna hear you beg for me first.”

“Jeno, please..” you can’t pretend these moments under his control haven’t become more necessary. Craving for his body to crush yours, craving for his lips to kiss you until your lips bruise and swell.

“Jeno, please,” he mimics, huffing with his mouth hovering yours. “Please fuck me, please ruin my pussy. Please treat me like the dumb whore I am.”

His other hand finds your throat in a familiar fashion, teasing by probing the veins throbbing along the sides. “Leaking right into my hand even with your panties on. I think you want me to fuck you more than you’re willing to admit.”

“Please, please,” you start to whine, breaking at the first tear drop that pours from your eyes. “Please ruin my pussy. Jeno, please fuck me.”

“That’s it, want me to use you don’t you?”

Jeno’s hungry for this, caged like a wild animal at all times when he can’t touch you. Even your mother’s judgemental eyes can’t stop him, he mauls your mouth with an aggressive kiss, pushing his knees into yours to walk the two of you inside of his bedroom.

Not giving a fuck who finds him 9 inches deep, he starts to remove your clothing. Tossing it behind without shutting his bedroom door. At worst your parents would find you again, he could care less.

Jeno pushes you down on your stomach, stretching your arms behind your back to hold you in place. He considers wanting to watch your face as you come undone on his cock, still angry about how your Birthday went, but pleased to see you wearing his gift instead of the overpriced shit his father bought you.

He twists you to look at him over your shoulder by fisting your hair. Licking up the side of your cheek, savoring the salty tears along the way. His forehead digs against the side of yours, gliding between your ass, thinking about fucking you there just to watch you try to endure it. Another day, the next time you piss him off.

Finally the head of his thick cock breaches lower, circling your wet entrance, nudging your fleshy folds side to side to hollow out more space between your thighs for himself.

“P-please, d-don’t tease..” you cry dryly, coughing as your throat dries up from your unforgiving thirst to get dicked down. “Don’t tease me..”

“Hah..” Jeno muses, humming, rolling his hips for you to feel him push in and out just an inch. “You can do it, don’t be so fucking lazy.”

You can’t even feel agitated anymore, taken over by your need, lifting your hips from the bed to push him in more. Biting down on your tongue when Jeno hisses between his teeth, easing his cock deeper in your milking heat. He’s groaning, dragging his lips to your forehead. With your neck held in a strained position, he pushes in the rest of the way. Hips stuttering once he’s finally wrapped in your hot tight heat.

“So fucking h-hot.” Jeno mouths against your forehead. Sounding as desperate as you for once. Enjoying the cramped tight space for a minute, he takes in a deep breath, drawing back before accelerating to a fast pace. “Ah, fuck!”

Jeno reaches his free hand around, teasing your neck just to feel you squirm under him. Lowering to grab at your chest, he tweaks your nipple, pulling as his thrusts start to hit a little harder.

“Love it s-so much! Love how—ah!” Breaking out into a scream, Jeno’s mouth covers yours, swallowing it down. Growling from his chest, filling your lungs with vibrations. He breathes harshly through his nose, sweat trickling down his face to yours creating a nastier mess with your tears.

“Y-yeah baby,” he sighs, dragging his nose up the side of your face. “so fucking good, taking it like my perfect slut.”

Jeno can’t stand the way your pussy has him in a vice grip. No matter how tightly he fists his cock, it can’t compare to your wet hole sucking around him until he cums endless streams. Deliciously sucked dry every time.

Jeno sets a spine breaking pace, going hard and fast, too good with too much experience knowing exactly how to penetrate and fill your core the way you’re going to enjoy best. Only encouraged the more you shout and call out his name.

He can’t take it anymore, planting a wet kiss on your forehead, he pushes you down grabbing a hold of your shoulders. Slamming into you with more vigor falling into a merciless pace.

Screaming at the pull he gives making your back dip only makes him thrust faster. Getting closer and closer to release, more offbeat as he breaks into a string of curses.

Jeno makes the mistake of looking down, moaning at the sight of your swollen wet hole taking and taking. Wrapped and stretched on his girth, sucking around him better than your mouth can.

“Pussy so fucking good for me baby. Little fuck hole to use and fuck over and over.” He says brokenly. Grabbing the backs of your arms for a better hold, “my fucking cock whore, nasty slut.”

“Jeno! Please!” You kick at the bed, sobbing through the powerful orgasm hitting you with his next thrust.

“Fuck! Fuck oh fuck.” Jeno pants loudly, cock pitifully twitching as your cunt sucks around him trying to milk him clean. Unable to control his next few thrusts chasing after his release, Jeno shouts out, dropping his head back. Thick throat on display covered in rippling veins, his chest concaves losing the ability to breathe as endless streams of sticky white spill from his dick.

Falling down jerks his cock out an inch, hissing and biting the back of your shoulder. He thinks he could stay inside of you forever peacefully.

Johnny starts a slow clap leaning against Jeno’s door frame interrupting your come down. Deja Vu hits hard, imagining you must be dreaming because there’s no way this could be happening again.

He struts in already removing his clothing, a shit eating grin stretching his cheeks. “My turn?”

Jeno doesn’t want to move, he wants to keep fucking you. He wants to pretend his dad’s never touched you, that he never messed up what you could have had.

But he also wants to win.

Reluctantly he pulls out, bodily shivering as your cunt sucks him on the way. Setting a kiss on your shoulder, he turns your face to the side leaving another on your cheekbone. “I’ll be here.”

It sounds more like a warning than an affirmation, removing himself from the bed to let his father do whatever it is he came here to do. Ruin his fun.

Turning you on your back, Johnny greets you, stroking his fat cock until it’s fully erect. He clicks his tongue in a disappointed way staring between your legs.

“He’s so mean to you,” he kicks your thighs apart with a knee, laying his heavy hard cock on your stomach. “but that’s how you like it huh?”

“Daddy..” your throat dries up remembering how much worse Johnny’s chokehold is than Jeno’s. Less enjoyable, completely cutting off your airflow. He kisses between your breasts, capturing your lips in a powerful kiss. Always more dominant in leading, he works your mouth open, sucking your tongue between his teeth. Licking the roof of your mouth as he pulls back.

“That’s right angel, daddy’s here.”

He takes the time to rub the fat tip of his cock between your folds. Using your wetness to coat his length with strokes in-between. Johnny dips just the tip in and out of your entrance, gushing out more and more of Jeno’s cum each time until less and less comes out. Only then does he push past your waiting hole, filling you inch by inch never wavering his gaze from yours.

He starts fucking you a little rougher than usual, having something to prove with each penetrating motion. He needs to know you want him more than anything, more than anyone, more than Jeno. Unsatisfied with the way things ended last time, thanks to your mother, he aims each thrust with more force, kissing your cervix with the tip of his length each time.

Sweats pouring down his chest in no time. Making him appear larger and stronger on top of you. Propping one of your legs onto his shoulder, his long built arms flex. The planks of his abdomen crunching and contracting each time he buries the full size of his girth inside of you.

“This is how a real man fucks you pretty baby” he groans, bending forward until your calves by your head. Pushing your hamstrings to stretch painfully. He fucks hard at this new angle, cock drenched, spilling your arousal down to his sack.

Johnny grabs your chin until your eyes stop rolling back, focusing your gaze back on his. He keeps whispering sweet praises about how good you feel, how pretty you always look, how sweet you smell and taste.

It’s always too much with Johnny, it’s always too much with Jeno, but you can never get enough. Johnny tilts your head down to watch your pussy gripped around his size, stretched past your limits with each pummeling thrust.

Licking the sweat pouring down your cheek, Johnny mewls raspily. “So fucking good for daddy. Just for me.”

“Please please please!” It’s more than too much, blabbering things you can’t even understand anymore. Your ears clog up as if you’re on a long flight, making everything foggier and cloudy.

Johnny knows what you’re begging for, reaching between your connected lower halves to find your clit. He pinches it between two fingers rubbing just how you like. Driving you over a deep end with his cock lodged deep inside your cunt. His forehead presses to yours, consuming your mind with the scent of his sweat, his heart beating against your chest, his eyes burning gold from rays of sunlight beaming through the window.

Everything feels heavy, hard to breathe, like hitting an instantaneous high for the first time. Each thrust more impactful than the last, the stimulation to your clit curls your toes. Arching up against his broad frame when your climax hits like a punch to your gut. It’s more intense and mind-numbing than any you’ve had before. Brainless as you shout, slapping and clawing at Johnny’s shoulders.

“I love you I love you I love you!” You cry, breaking down into a mess. Face in pain from the strain of your burst of tears

Johnny’s stunned, pushing his cum in with another thrust, immediately coming to a stop to grab a hold of your face. Breathing thru his nose, he stops your cries with a passionate kiss, calming you down with his soft lips, expertly working to distract you from your breakdown.

Jeno can’t stand around to watch this love fest any longer, sick to his stomach by your untimely confession. He exits his bedroom enraged that his father had to find the two of you in there out of all places. Forever ingraining the image of your ultimate submission to another man, on his fucking bed.

Johnny’s more high than any drug can induce, shot up to the sky by a batch of endorphins erupting through his veins. He coos, shushing you with light kisses all around your face. Holding your limbless body to his chest to comfort you in a way he knows Jeno can’t do for you.

“It’s okay sweet baby, nothing to be embarrassed of.” He reassures you, the same way he would talk to a patient dealing with a crisis. Tickling up your spine and laying wet kisses from your shoulder to your collar until your shaking subsides.

“Sorry..” you mumble, ashamed regardless. Knowing you got too caught up in the heat of the moment losing control of your normalcy.

Maybe this is what all those posts on tumblr about the dick being too good were about..

“Nothing to be sorry about, you did so good for daddy.” Johnny smiles, laying your bodies down on your sides to not create too much friction between your lower halves. Smiling wider at the lack of another presence in the room. “It happens.”

“Can you say it back?” You whisper, hiding your face in his chest. “Even if..you don’t mean it..”

Johnny clears his throat, stiffening up for a second. Quick to mask his initial surprise with a kiss to the top of your head.

“I do love you.” Johnny’s nose scrunches, keeping your face ducked to his chest. He sighs. “Very much.”

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Jeno doesn’t bother to wait for you the next day, his cars already gone by the time you make it outside. Leaving you with no choice but to run to catch the bus.

He does a great job of avoiding you at school as well. Jogging away whenever he spots you enter the same hallway, expertly dodging into a different direction. It’s not like you knew what to even say to him after yesterday.

Still you played with the letter ‘J’ dangling from your neck as you sat in class distracted by your memories of the weekend. Everything had been smooth until Jeno insisted you stop sleeping with his dad.

Why did it matter anyway? He’s not actually your boyfriend…

A sense of stupidity, ‘dumb bitch energy’ consumes your brain as you pace before Jeno’s parked car. Talking to him one on one with the possibility of Johnny interrupting wouldn’t do.

Not that he was going to make it easy for you.

Jeno unlocks his car, pivoting around your figure trying to block his way to the driver’s door. He doesn’t so much as even look your way, nearly making you trip with an ankle crossing yours. He pushes against your hip to shove you off the door.

“Jeno! Please!” You plead, weakly grabbing onto his arm to stop him from getting into his car.

You really shouldn’t poke an angry bear.

Jeno growls from his chest, grappling your body to slam against the door. He looks enraged, the slick spit on lips resembling foam like a rabid animal. “What the fu—“

He stops, lowering his gaze to find the necklace perched between your collarbones. Jeno’s fingers tremble on your shoulders, losing the tension in his spine, he slumps dropping his face to the column of your throat. “I’m so fucking stupid. I’m so so so fucking stupid.”

Picking up the letter between two fingers, Jeno shakes his head slowly. “But you, you’re hopeless. You really believe my father has some type of feelings for you beyond the gigantic ego rub you provide.”

“Jeno—“

“No,” His lips purse together, blinking away the itch behind his eyes from staying up all night. “I can’t believe I started to like you.”

Jeno backs away, dragging his hands through his unwashed hair. Part of him not even wanting to shower this morning in fear of losing the last bits of your perfume stuck to his skin.

“It’s his fault,” Jeno whispers to himself, he swallows looking at you. “he fucked me up so bad. I’ll never be good enough. Why the fuck would you compete with your own child?”

“Jeno, I’m sorry about yesterday, you don’t understand!” You stammer to explain yourself, fretting to get out your apology before he can run away again. “It was a lot for me! I’m still.. I don’t have enough experience, I still get really overwhelmed.”

“Just shut up,” Jeno groans, digging the heels of his palm into his eyes. “you’re so fucking manipulated. If only you could see what I’ve had to fucking see.”

“What do you mean?”

“My dad doesn’t love you, no matter what he says. He doesn’t know how to love anything or anyone but himself, not even me. He loves himself, money, and fucking pretty young girls with no sense of self worth.” Jeno snarls, lowering his gaze down your frame. “Looks like he found the perfect toy with you. He’s kept you around too long, I’ll admit that, but I know it’s only because of me.”

“What—“

“I told you, you’re not the first, and you won’t be the last.” Jeno prods your chest where his necklace sits. “And he didn’t get you that, I did. I’m not like him, I wouldn’t just dress you up like my doll. I wanted to give you something with meaning.”

“I know..” you say, taking a step closer to close the divide between your bodies. Keeping the details to yourself. “I’m sorry, I should have listened to you. You really made my Birthday special..”

“You mean my dad did?” Jeno sneers, kicking at the cement. Stuffing his fist into the pockets of his uniform slacks, his shoulders slump. The tough image he upholds and carries proudly fades for a minute showing a life of damaged innocence, tired of a daily race he can never win.

“No,” hesitantly you reach for his hand, tickling the tips of your fingers down the veins that fade past his knuckles. “I mean you. I know you planned all of that for me. I’m sorry I laughed at you..”

Jeno’s eyes widen quickly, blinking away his surprise in hopes you won’t notice. “Did you just apologize?”

“I did.”

Jeno squints, intertwining his fingers with yours to fully hold your hand. He snorts, pushing your shoulder with his other, hard enough to hit the car door behind you. “If you’re going to learn anything from me, it’s how to stick up for yourself.”

“Against you? I don’t think that’s really fair, you’ve been picking on me for years.”

Jeno hides a smile at that, swinging your hands back and forth. “Exactly, no one will be able to help you defend yourself better than me.”

“You’re literally my tormentor.” You say, pushing Jeno back without so much as a tiny budge.

Pinching your chin, he starts to kiss your bottom lip softly. Eyes half-lidded to watch for your reaction, easing against him, he decides you must like it. Grazing your lips back and forth between his, Jeno licks your upper one, tapping the tip of your nose with his. He waits there just barely kissing you until you push in closer to seal your lips together. Locking lips as you begin to explore each other’s mouths.

He takes time to dip his tongue through every corner, rolling it against yours until a moan escapes from the back of your throat. Jeno grabs onto your hips pressing you firmly to his. Prodding his hardening length against your center to let you know how much he still wants you.

The kiss lasts longer than you expect, Jeno really lathering up saliva in your mouth until it drips out down his chin. He sucks on your bottom lip before taking a step back to look over your flushed face. Smirking and pecking your lips without letting go of his hold on you.

He strokes up to your waist, dipping his fingers in, rubbing his nose against yours.

“In some ways, you’re mine too.”

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“I don’t want to watch that.” Jeno snatches the remote away from you, complaining about how you always put on the dumbest tv shows. “What makes you think I want to watch a bunch of girls crying about their boyfriends cheating on them.”

“Jeno! I was here first!” You argue, attempting to steal back the controller.

It’s always the same with him these days, wherever you go, he ends up following, or vice versa. It’s not necessarily on purpose when you find yourself in Jeno’s bed again night after night. Most of the time you’re not even hooking up, yet for some reason his bed feels nicer than your own. The beat of his heart against your back lulls you to sleep faster than the sound of rain. He feels… right.

Whether you admit it or not, your relationship with Jeno has grown into more than just sex. He clings to you at school, asks for help studying instead of pestering you to complete his work. He’s even shown you how to play some of his favorite games, until you reached a higher score than him and had to suck him off to make him stop sulking over it.

“You can’t just barge in here and take over the tv!” You squeak out trying to reach his arm, dangling the remote further and further away from your grabby hands.

“Why not?” Jeno grins, sitting up straight to stretch out the space between your bodies further. “Isn’t that exactly what I just did? What have I told you about sticking up for yourself?”

“You do realize you’re the only person I have to fight all of the time right?!” Growling more like a newborn puppy than the fierce lion you wish to sound like, you jump up onto his lap. Scrambling to reach higher, using Jeno’s head for an extra boost.

“My eye!” Jeno bites at your hand, catching a finger to dig his teeth in. Throwing you down on the couch when you hiss and lose your balance. He lands on top of you quickly pushing your arms above your head, laying his hips flat against yours.

“This seems familiar.” He says with a coy wiggle of his brow.

Johnny clears his throat at the living room entrance, standing propped on the wall with his arms crossed on his chest. He finds your gaze with an unimpressed glare, quirking an eyebrow at you.

“Oh..” you start, rushing to explain how you ended up beneath his son, again.

“I don’t want to know what’s going on here.” He mutters, tone laced with hostility. “I’m starting to believe the two of you are actually boyfriend and girlfriend at this point.

Jeno licks a fat stripe up the side of your face, smirking his dad’s direction. Pistoning his hips forward to press his erect length against your warmth.

“Then maybe you should stop fucking my girlfriend.”

“What!?!?” You grimace, startled by his response. Turning to shake your head at Johnny. “We aren’t together!”

Jeno sits up, shifting his weight down on your hips. “Yet.”

“Just keep this shit to your bedrooms.” Johnny pipes up, turning monotone. “Your mother gives me enough of a hard time as is.”

Johnny exits before you can explain yourself. Leaving you slumping against the couch disappointed, not that Jeno cares.

“You heard him, let’s go to my room.” He smirks, getting up and hauling you off the couch in his arms. He bends at his knees picking you up without much of a struggle, but wobbling enough to make you shriek.

“I can walk! Put me down!”

“What was that? Throw you over my shoulder??“ he laughs, hoisting your body. Doing a good job of placing your stomach and hips on his shoulder. Bounced as he trudge’s up the stairs carrying you.

“Jeno!”

“What was that? Fuck you until dinner time?” He says in a joking manner. Patting your ass as he steps into his bedroom, kicking the door shut behind.

Whatever this routine you’ve fallen into with Jeno is not what you’ve planned for or expected at all. Still expecting for him to harass you over some ridiculous matter instead of hiding his face in your neck.

“Hey, Jeno..”

“Hmm?” He kisses up your stomach, pushing your top lower to suck on your breasts. Often spending nights in his room with your fingers dragging through his scalp as he sleeps on your chest. Becoming his new favorite pillow.

“You’re kind of cute..” you say, nervously biting your lip. His head pops up, dawning an offended and confused look.

“What do you mean kind of?!?”

Playfully growling, Jeno pounces, nipping your cheek and kissing down to your lips. “Tell me I’m extremely cute right now!”

“Ugh! Fine, fine!” You laugh, throwing your head back to give him free room to roam your neck. Kissing over the fresh marks he never lets fade away too much. “You’re super cute!”

Jeno pinches your side, chewing lightly up to your ear with a harmless growl.

“VERY cute!!”

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“Jeno! How many times do I have to—“ Johnny stops at the top of the stares. Eyes landing on Jeno’s figure pressed up against yours too deep in your heated kiss for either one of you to notice his presence. He cracks his neck annoyed, crushing the wooden staircase handle in his grip as he watches. Attentive to the way that not only Jeno’s hands roam your body, but yours are stuffed beneath his shirt. Your knuckles protruding through the material as you grope and feel around.

Despite your lack of honesty, Johnny could no longer deny this thing between you and his son was hardly just blackmail. The tension in the house was far too thick, especially with Jeno doing everything possible for your mother to catch the two of you in the act.

“Jeno!” You jolt at the deep growling call, jerking harshly against the door behind your head surprised.

Jeno sighs, rolling his eyes. He stands straight only to layer featherlight kisses up your cheek. He turns to fix his father with a glare, keeping a firm hold on your waist and hips.

“What?”

Johnny crosses his arms standing large and intimidating, turning his attention to your swollen lips and throat decorated in shiny drool covered bite marks. “I’ve been calling the two of you to come down for dinner for the last 5 minutes.”

He steps closer, sporting an unusual expression of anger. Much different from his typical calm gentle demeanor.

“What’s going on here?” He inquires, tilting his head to the side in a sarcastic manner. “This hardly appears like the forced punishment I was told.”

Jeno taps your chin to lift your head up, nodding with a flat look. “Why don’t you tell daddy what’s really going on here?”

“We’re just..” you mumble, avoiding Johnny’s gaze.

“Fucking around.” Jeno finishes for you, sucking in his cheeks to subdue his irritation. “At least her mom knows about us.”

He hooks your elbow, tugging you away from the wall to follow him down the staircase. Shooting his father a glare behind your head as he wraps an arm around your shoulders.

“Doubt she’d approve of your relationship. Actually dad, I doubt anyone would genuinely approve of your relationship, I’m sure your patient's parents would find this information quite shocking.”

Jeno’s not necessarily threatening his father, but he’s starting to feel fed-up. Tired of this constant competition with his own flesh and blood. Thinking it over after he had to watch his dad fuck you again, he’s started to realize enough is enough.

Nudging your back to keep moving down the stairs, Jeno turns to face his dad, continuing to wave you off until you make your way far enough down to not hear what he has to say.

“You’re going to leave her alone now.”

Johnny smirks like a pompous dick, running the end of his tongue along the space between his lip and bottom teeth. “Is that so son? You think because you’re resorting to threatening me, I’ll give up that easily?”

“No.” Jeno says, he shakes his head. “I’m telling you to leave her alone. You had your fun, but I’m not going to let you fuck this one up. I like her, like..”

Jeno sighs, cracking his neck before glaring at his father. “I really like her. For once, be a good dad and respect my wishes, just once. Just leave her the fuck alone.”

“You really like this one?“ Johnny lets out a sarcastic laugh. Rubbing his chin in thought. “Can’t imagine what a little bitch I raised to fall for my leftovers.”

Jeno expected this. Knowing his father would rather keep this going just to rub his ego until he could no longer contain it.

“Yeah dad, I am a product of your excellent parenting skills.” Jeno starts to turn to meet you at the bottom of the stairs. Stopping to look his father over one more time. “For once put me ahead of your fucking ego, just for once. If you wanted to win, you did. Let me have a normal fucking experience for once in my life.”

Jeno doesn’t wait to hear anything else his dad may have to say. Jogging down, he kisses your cheek telling you everything’s okay.

Dinner kicks off bumpy as usual. Your mother lost in her own ego spewing on about how badly she needs a vacation, all the while missing the tight lock in Johnny’s jaw. His lack of engagement and enthusiasm, acknowledging her conversation with no more than a “humm” every now and then.

“We should start planning something for summer, when the kids are out of school. We can do something as..” she pauses. Averting her gaze to where Jeno’s head lays on your shoulder showing you something on his phone. Her nose twitching up in disgust from how happy you look. “..a family.”

Johnny perks up at that, shaking his head dramatically like he can’t handle this discussion any longer. “We have to talk.”

Concern draws your mother’s brows together. Jeno pauses the video of baby kittens for the both of you to hear what his dad has to say.

“I think this would be best for us to talk about in private.” He says clearing his throat. Johnny takes a minute looking over your neck, missing sight of the necklace he gifted you with. Adorned now by nothing but love bites from his son and a chain with the letter ‘J’ dangling. Noting your now bare earlobes as well, the way Jeno’s more sat in your chair than his own. His stomach churns wondering to himself exactly when his son one upped him..

“Darling, it’s okay! We’re a family now.” Your mother comforts him, squeezing his shoulder before he shakes his head again. Johnny removes her touch, the hollows of his cheeks twitch.

“We are not a family. In fact..” he sighs, pursing his lips as he meets your gaze thoughtfully. Nodding to himself, he winks with his right eye, out of your mother’s line of sight. “I think it’s time we end this.”

Sitting up to grab his shoulder again, your mother appears even more lost now. “Do you want dessert now honey?”

Johnny swallows, turning to fully face her. “I don’t see a future for us beyond this. It’s better we move on now. Our relationship has run its course.”

“Johnny, wha—“

“Don’t feel rushed to move out.” He stands, patting your mom on the arm. “Take all the time you need, but I can’t do this anymore. I’ll stay in one of the guest rooms until you find a new place to live.”

He turns, exiting the dining room without sparing you another look. Your mother flabbergasted as she rushes after him shouting in tears, pleading for him to change his mind.

“Wow,” Jeno raises his brows, settling back into his seat fully. Impressed and shocked that his father actually listened. After years of traumatizing him and destroying his confidence, he finally listened. “I knew that was coming but..”

“Did he just..” you’re too shocked yourself, thinking out loud under your breath. Aching from your gut to the left side of your chest. “..break up with me?”

“Hey,” Jeno tweaks your chin, poking the center until you lift your eyes to meet his. “What did I tell you about my dad?”

“But..” your lip wobbles, sniffling as the first batch of tears spill down your cheeks. “But why?! What did I do?!”

Jeno lets out a long sigh, clicking his tongue to deter his annoyance. “Hey hey,” he turns to face you, cupping your cheeks to smooth away the wet tracks pouring down past your jaw. “He’s not worth your tears. Don’t give him that satisfaction, even he would agree you’re too pretty to cry over some old fuck.”

“Wha-what about..about..us..” you sniffle, too embarrassed to hold his gaze any longer.

“I’m here.” Jeno’s cheeks light up with a bright blush reaching under his eyes. He shakes his head a few times. “I told you, my dad and I aren’t the same. I’m not going anywhere.”

“You’re not?” You ask, lower than a whisper. Thankful for Jeno taking the lead as he lifts your face up again to brush the tip of his nose against yours.

“Maybe he’s done with you, but I’m not.” Jeno smirks, licking his lips before setting a soft barely there kiss on your upper lip. “I want more.”

“Really?”

“Maybe I want..” Jeno scans over your face, his eyelids weighing down on his pupils, half masking his dark eye color. Something you’ve noticed over time whenever he’s upset or frustrated. He blinks in deep thought for a moment, rubbing your bottom lip back and forth. “I want a lot more.”

“With me? Even after..” you start to trail off. Unable to admit your wrong doings.

“I must be insane,” Jeno nods, taking in your teary eyes. “No yeah, I’m definitely insane.”

Having to accept a while ago he still wanted to be with you even if his dad was too. Knowing he may never get past that, he’s willing to give it a shot. “But..”

He traces a finger down the slope of your nose, tapping the tip as he makes way to your lips. Tracing the now damp plump lining of your mouth. He also had to accept maybe this is what he always wanted. If he had reacted differently to his initial feelings, maybe his father would have never had the chance to get to you first..

“Tell me you like me.” Jeno says with a flat expression now. That worry in his eyes faded away, concentrated on your mouths small movements with each release of air.

“Jeno,” you struggle to speak a little with his finger still rubbing at your upper lip. Feeling a heated flush fill your cheeks. “I really..I like you a lot.”

“A lot..” he smiles, seeming relieved after you say it. His shoulders slump, dipping the pad of his finger down to your tongue. He follows the action with a searing kiss, rubbing his tongue across yours. Adding a gag with his finger pushing in. Pulling it out just to create a track of saliva down your chin. He tugs your bottom lip between his teeth. Sucking until a moan tickles his eardrum.

Jeno doesn’t know what feels better anymore. Knowing he beat his father for the first time, or knowing you actually like him.

“Say it again.” He says between another overpowering kiss. Pushing his tongue in and out of your mouth until strings of drool drop to your chest. You mumble, moreso babbling incoherently ‘I like you, I like you, I like you.’ between his mouth suctioning around your tongue.

He sighs breathily, chest visibly rising and falling. Pushing a thumb inside of your mouth to suck on. He knows when his cock twitches, he’s never wanted to fuck you more than now. He knows he won’t have to wonder anymore if you’re thinking about someone else while he’s buried inside of you.

He knows now he was always right, you’d end up being his one way or another.

Jeno smiles, a cockyness lifting his lips higher at the corners. An ego his father raised and groomed to be just as terrible as his own levitates higher, practically lifting him right out of his seat.

“I know.”

a/n: this monstrosity is…..1/4th edited👹💙

#HAPPY JENO DAY🥳🩵💙🩵💙

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Preview: “Jeno, do you want some ramen?” Haechan bounces on his heels with an adorable smile. Lifting a steaming pot of noodles in front of the Alphas face.

“Excuse me??” Jeno’s scowl deepens. “What did you just call me?”

Haechan’s eyes go wide, lips pouting around the shape of an ‘O’. “Hyung..Jeno hyung.. I forget sometimes.”

Jeno straightens, looming above Haechan’s only slightly smaller frame as much as he can. “Next time you forget, I’ll make sure you regret it.”

Pairing: alpha Jeno x omega Haechan x female omega reader

Word Count: 7.2k+

Genre: a/b/o AU, pwp..mild plot, filth, fwb, M/F, mostly M/M, sub Haechan, hard dom Jeno, one shot

Smut Warning: Haechan’s ass gets absolutely destroyed, use of ‘hyung’, a face time call gone ‘wrong’, oral, rimming, anal, heavy degradation, hair pulling, spanking, overstimulation, knotting

a/n: a late Haechan day gift🌻 rip that bussy🥳

2nd a/n: IB an anon who sent in this scenario. I lost your message sorry😭 I hope you see this and love it💙😇

As many other days tend to play out, you lay sprawled out on your roommates bed. Confined under the weight of his warmth as he smothers you with kisses.

“You think we can try it today?” Haechan asks with a hopeful glint flashing through his eyes.

“Which ‘it’ do you mean this time?” You say, seeking handfuls of his bottom. Shaking the nice fat that’s built-up after months of pilates and squat challenges you’ve tested out together. “What’s this perky little Omega ass need today?”

Haechan starts whining, curling into you like a kitten with his button nose running across your scent gland. “You still smell like him.”

“Ahh, so that’s why you're so needy huh?”

A muffled sound of embarrassment vibrates down your throat. The Omega sniffs noisily, licking over the area that carries the prominent scent of Alpha.

“I heard you yesterday.” He pants, pointedly grinding his hips down against your stomach. Hard enough for the tiny briefs he’s wearing to ride up. The thin cotton fabric cutting down on half of his buttcheeks enough for the peachy shape to stick out even more. “So loud, as always.”

“I’m sorry, you know how Jeno gets.” You breathe out, crushed under his working thrusts. The tip of his length pokes at your belly button repeatedly, lower half working up and down against your stomach.

“Can’t he get like that with me?” Haechan visibly blushes. His cheeks grow hotter against your neck. Doing his best to contain another whimper when the tips of your fingers find the wet spot forming on the back of his briefs. “Mmmph..”

“That’s what you want? A big strong Alpha to toss you around like a toy. Fuck you to tears?” You whisper, finding his earlobe to nibble on. The Omegas' broken whimpers grow louder, rolling his face in the crook of your neck. Panting hotly against your scent gland creating a mixture of smells. A mixture strong enough to blend his with the fleeting scent of Alpha clinging to your flesh. The combination sends his eyes rolling back, hips jerking up to meet the thrusts your fingers give.

“Fuck me like that,” Haechan’s nose scrunches. Lifting his face to meet your gaze with giant watery eyes, he lets out raspy squeaks the faster he starts to work against you. Ass clapping back to chase after your searching fingers. “Please, please, please. Need to be fucked hard, and stupid. Need to.”

His lips part, drooling on your mouth, licking up the mess of saliva spilling onto your chin. It turns hot at rapid speed, teeth clink together, damp foreheads covered in sweat knock against each other roughly. Pleads shift to begging, letting out a trail of ‘please please please’ between staggered breaths.

“Haechan, I don’t think I can do that..” you lament, awkwardly halting the sloppy kiss. His nose smashes into yours letting out an exhausted sigh. Thrusts slowing to a lazy pace with a small spurt of slick squeezing from his hole.

“Just once?” Haechan’s near teary as he asks again, sniffling away the first few trying to escape.

“I would baby,” you console, cupping his face to knead his cheeks softly. “I just don’t know how to..be like that. Maybe I can ask Jeno to show me..”

“I really do love what we have. But I just..” Haechan slumps off to your side. Sinking deeper into the mattress with a long tired sigh. “Listening to you with Jeno the other day.. I get so jealous sometimes wishing I could be the one screaming like my life depended on it the way you do.”

“Why don’t you call up Jaemin?” You suggest. The Alpha was known around town for being pretty rough in bed. Not that you’d know from experience with Jeno taking up too much of your time to hook-up with many others.

“Yeah I guess I could.” Haechan pouts, crossing his arms over his chest. “He’s younger than me though. Always going on about how he doesn’t really feel comfortable disrespecting me..”

“Ah, don’t mess around with me.” You beam, poking at his side until he squirms and breaks into a round of giggles. “You just want your big Alpha hyung Jeno to fuck your brains out. Don’t you?”

“Maybe I do!” With a loud shriek Haechan attacks you, kissing over your cheeks letting out little whines. “Maybe I want Jeno hyung fuck me until I’m seeing the gates of heaven!”

“Okay okay,” you laugh, turning to the side with your roomate. “Jeno’s coming over later today. What if I ask h—“

“No!” Haechan sits up. His eyebrows crush together, jutting out his lower lip. “He’ll get mad!”

Following to sit up with him, you roll your eyes. “Isn’t that the point? Don’t you want him to hate fuck you until you’re drowning in a bucket of your own slick?”

Haechan groans, dropping down against your chest. Releasing a ridiculously long sob. “More than anything!”

“My silly little Omega.” You coo, petting strands of his bangs away to kiss at his exposed forehead. “I think we can figure something out. I know how to manipulate that Alpha like the back of my hand..”

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The plan to get Haechan utterly fucked into oblivion was, so far, not going as planned.

“I can’t stand him.” Jeno complains under his breath. Failing another round of Call of Duty for the umpteenth time. His attention focused on a perky butt bouncing around in your kitchen.

“Leave him be. Haechan’s adorable.” You flick his shoulder, knowing better after numerous tantrums than to actually push at the Alpha mid-gaming.

“Haechan is a pest. You really couldn’t have chosen a worse roommate.” Jeno snaps. Dropping the controller in his grip as pots and pans hit tile flooring. Amplified by the Omega in the kitchen's dramatic loud shrieks.

“I think you two just need to kiss and patch things over.” You suggest slyly. Smiling when Haechan pops his head into view voicing an ‘oops’.

Your much too cute Omega roommate hops up and down, bursting out a squeak between teeth chattering together. Muttering to himself about how clumsy he can be sometimes.

“There’s nothing to patch up. Haechan is a nuisance is what he is.” Jeno’s glaring full of rage. Losing the level he’s on too distracted with anger toward the Omega cleaning up the mess of cooking tools spilling from a cabinet.

“You’re too harsh, don’t you think?” You prod his cheek, poking the beauty mark on his cheekbone. “Sounds like someones sexually frustrated.”

Jeno slowly shifts his eyes your way, snarling comically with his nostrils flaring. “Are you trying to piss me off so that I’ll pay attention to you?”

“Maybe.” You smirk, moving closer to his side to pull on his hair.

“You Omegas are all the same, dick on your brain at all times.”

“That’s not true!” You deny, tugging a tuft of the Alphas hair to annoy him. “We also think about food!”

Jumping up quickly, you grab onto Jeno’s wrists pulling him away from the couch. “Mmm I think Haechan’s making dinner.”

“Ugh.” The Apha grunts, stumbling to follow you. Gently pried toward the kitchen with your palms squeezing around his thick wrists. “Don’t want any if he made it.”

“Don’t be such a baby, Alpha!” You scoff, releasing him to peck your roommate on the cheek.

“Mmm, my favorite!”

Haechan smiles wide, returning a peck to your cheek. He lifts a forkful of noodles up, blowing the steam away. “Too spicy?”

“Mmm, just perfect.” You let him know between a mouthful of bites.

“I made it just how you said Jeno likes it!” Haechan whispers behind his hand. Picking up the freshly boiled meal, he turns to face the Alpha. Blinking up shyly at the taller, stepping closer to him with his shoulders lowered.

“Jeno, do you want some ramen?” Haechan bounces on his heels with an adorable smile. Lifting a steaming pot of noodles in front of the Alphas face.

“Excuse me??” Jeno’s scowl deepens. “What did you just call me?”

Haechan’s eyes go wide, lips pouting around the shape of an ‘O’. “Hyung..Jeno hyung.. I forget sometimes.”

Jeno straightens, looming above Haechan’s only slightly smaller frame as much as he can. “Next time you forget, I’ll make sure you regret it.”

Haechan snorts, wiggling his hips and cracking into a huge toothy smile. “Ah Jeno hyung! You’re so cute when you get all threatening tough Alpha!”

Jeno’s eyes roll to the side, shaking his head more annoyed now. Unable to shake off the irritation that Haechan always manages to stir inside of him.

It has nothing to do with the way your roommate bends over lewdly while wearing the tiniest little shorts he’s ever seen. Too tight as they do nothing to hide every crevice and dip between the Omegas buttcheeks. Jeno gulps, mentally cursing when the thin fabric flutters right above Haechan’s hole.

No it’s not that.

It’s not the way he sits on his knees bouncing up and down whenever he wins a round playing Street Fighter against Jeno. The Alpha swears he’s doing it on purpose to distract him.

It also has nothing to do with that time Jeno needed to piss, rushing for your bathroom only to find the Omega completely nude with a leg lifted up on the sink counter, rubbing oil from the backs of his thighs up to the rounded globe of his smooth pretty ass..

No no, Jeno doesn’t recall those memories at random times. Especially not when he’s home alone and you text him photos from your roommates bed of your core covered in slick. Knowing in the back of his mind it’s not only your slick either.

Even now as Haechan scoops him a bowl full of ramen with all of his favorite toppings, adding in extra scallions and cheese that melts into the noodles exactly how he likes, he feels annoyed.

“Jeno hyung, take a bite! I followed a new recipe!” Haechan drags the Alpha to sit, setting down a large bowl that makes him salivate. He squeezes in by Jeno’s side with anticipation, rubbing together his palms eagerly waiting for his hyung to enjoy his efforts.

“I’m not hungry.” Jeno says flatly. Hearing a sound of disapproval as you follow to take up the space on his other side.

“Don’t be an ungrateful brat, it’s delicious!” You nudge him. “Besides, you’re gonna need your energy, Alpha.”

With another roll of his yes, he twirls a hefty amount of cheesy noodles. Pretending like his stomach didn’t just give him away with a rumble. “Fine.”

Jeno has to tighten his throat, nearly moaning when the perfectly seasoned broth touches his tongue. Cheese melts against the roof of his mouth, even the texture of the noodles are perfect.

“Do you like it hyung??” Haechan’s thigh bounces up and down against his. The Alpha not missing the jiggle the meaty flesh his inner thigh gives. Gaze lingering on the smooth supple skin too long to even bother correcting the Omega again.

“It’s not bad.” Jeno coughs, pretending to wipe his mouth with a napkin. “Could’ve used more time.”

“You’re such a terrible liar.” You mumble, noticing his avoidant eyes trying to hard to look at anything besides Haechan.

Maybe your plan was going better than you’d thought.

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“Fuck, you’re too much Alpha.” You smirk, laying down on your bed trying to catch your breath.

“I’m too much? Who kept saying- Alpha! Harder! Give it to me harder!” Jeno cocks a brow, laying down next to you setting a trail of kisses from your shoulder to your jaw. “It would take two of me to satisfy you enough.”

“Two of you would be murder, you’d be thrown in jail.” You joke. Swiping open your phone to text Haechan goodnight.

“Would you come to see me for conjugal visits?” Jeno asks, cuddling up to your back.

“How?? Who do you think you murdered?” You say snarkily with a click of your tongue.

Jeno laughs at that, layering kisses to your forehead lazily. More tired than he’d ever admit after today's excursion.

“What do you want to eat for breakfast tomorrow?” You ask him, scrolling through your phone reading off various nearby restaurants. Jeno’s squished in behind you nuzzling the back of your neck letting out small puppy like groans. Having spent the past few hours turning you from front to back, up and down, and sideways.

He croons, rubbing your hip in a nice massage after you whined about needing to stretch for 20 minutes before his next visit.

“You choose, whatever you want works for me.”

“Ugh, I’m craving chocolate chip pancakes for some reason.” Tapping open a nearby popular bakery, you sniff the air, finding yourself daydreaming of the freshly stacked fluffy treat. Swearing you can taste the chips melting on your tongue with each bite already.

“That sounds so good.” Jeno sighs, thinking about hot cocoa for some reason. Too hazy headed with his nose buried in your scent gland to catch the distinct scent of chocolate wafting in through the cracks beneath your bedroom door. “Let’s get that. I have a sudden hankering for chocolate now too.”

“Great minds think alike.” You add, inconspicuously. Biting down on your lower lip to keep a smile in.

Jeno muffles an agreement in your hair. Breath falling into a slow pattern as he drifts to sleep. Dreaming of winning a golden ticket to some insane candy factory where he swims through an endless river of delicious creamy chocolate..

When he comes to, his first instinct is to grab you and greet you with a morning kiss. Patting around your bed only to find it empty. His brows furrow, reaching for his phone on your nightstand to see a notification that you’ve messaged him.

You: ‘I went to grab us breakfast. Didn’t want to wake you up. Looked too cute asleep with drool on your chin🥹

All the reviews said to line up an hour before the bakery opens because it’s so popular. I’ll be back soon. Sleep well Alpha😉’

Jeno lets out a bunch of yawns, rolling around on your bed dizzily. Heavily covered in a combination of your scents that still linger from the day prior. Stretching his arms out he sits up thinking how now is the perfect time to use some of your body wash. Maybe even jerk off in the shower before you get back. You always complained when he used your toiletries, secretly adoring the familiar soapy scent rubbed onto his skin.

The Alpha steps out, tugging on the drawstring of his sweats. Everything’s quiet at first, the only sound reaching his ears from the pads of his feet walking to the bathroom. He reaches for a towel from your closet pantry, slowing down as the door creaks shut.

A soft tickle of noise catches his attention. Flittering a look down the hall toward your roommates bedroom.

Haechan would be home, right? It’s still early, he must be asleep. The Alpha squints, treading lightly down the pathway, focused on a now distinct sound of heavy breathing. The nearer he approaches, it gets louder.

Jeno feels like he could pass out once the scent permeating from the room fully hits him. It’s so ripe, wafting around him like a spell to coerce him deeper with lust.

If it weren’t for Haechan’s feeble whimpers, he’d be convinced you had gone into heat. While your natural fragrance is sweet, it’s nothing like the delectable chocolate one penetrating its way out from the small space under Haechan’s bedroom door.

Against better judgment, or lack thereof. Jeno grips onto the door handle. Even that carries heat that has enveloped the four walls behind it. With a furious blink Jeno vividly recalls the way Haechan hid himself beneath a thick body encompassing hoodie last night after dinner, wrapped up in a heavy blanket despite the mid-summer weather leaving your apartment warm even with the air conditioner on.

The Omega must have been in pre-heat without informing either one of you. Jeno curses to himself, ready to race for the front door. There was no way in hell he could be around Haechan right now.

“Hyung..” any resolve the Alpha has dissipates when that angelic tattered voice reaches his ears. Calling for him. Haechan knows he’s there, he knows Jeno’s struggling just outside the door. “Please h-hyung…Jeno hyung..”

Jeno’s eyes flutter shut at the call of his name. If Haechan sounds this wrecked already, he can only imagine the image of carnal desire awaiting him. If only his hand would turn the knob, having to grab a hold onto his forearm to control the tremors rising in speed as they shoot through his body. Cursing past his gritted teeth to force himself along.

Opening the door felt like entering heaven and hell at the same time. A gust of burning hot air smacks his flesh harshly. The scent even sweeter this close, sugary enough to capture on his tongue. An irresistible taste one could gorge on for hours without realizing what they’ve done.

Haechan portrayed the image of pure wickedness trapped in the body of an ethereal angel writhing on his bed. Clothes strewn across the floor, Jeno’s hoodie that’d gone missing for weeks now snuggled beneath his figure. His lips debauched and swollen from hours of chewing on the hood's strings. Biting at the cotton fabric with every passing orgasm. Each more painful with realization that the Alphas scent was fading, consumed by his own pungent heat stricken one taking over.

“H-hyung..” Haechan extends long fingers in the Alphas direction. Grinding his beat red cock deeper into Jeno’s hoodie. The front painted with a mess of cum, sticky and disgusting clinging to his skin. “Help me, please help me.”

The mixture of Haechan’s heavy soaked chocolate scent thronged up his nostrils accompanying the Omegas sumptuous slurred speech was enough to have Jeno’s cock near ripping free from his sweats. The tip of his length pronounced as precum leaks right through his boxers. Coating the shape of the tip perfectly for Haechan’s gaze to burn into. Gasping for air at the sheer mass accentuated by throbbing beats permeating through.

“Why should I help you?” Jeno growls. Stepping close enough to grab onto the bottom of the loose shirt hanging off Haechan’s slim figure. He bunches it up roughly in a balled up fist, pulling hard just to watch the arch in the Omegas back deepen. Shoving his ass to stretch out the material where his hips round out. The backs of his thighs smooth, thick, glistening with slick that globs down out of his hole endlessly.

Haechan wiggles his hips, moaning worse than a pup experiencing their first heat. Torso moving similar to a wave in hopes of enticing the Alpha further to fuck him until he blacks out. “Please Jeno hyung, need, n-need.”

As if on cue, Haechan’s waist sinks in unimaginably lower, t-shirt fabric riding up his hips to unveil his hole. Covered in a mess of creamy slick, swollen from hours of self-abuse, opening and closing fervently physically begging to be fucked.

“What do you need..” Jeno can’t stop from licking over his lips. The Omegas ass fatter than he anticipated, hairless, groomed as if he planned for this exact moment. Gripping a handful of one cheek just to dig his fingers in. Meaty full flesh sinks under his rough touch like a worn down soft cushion, the dip in Haechan’s lower back defined as the Alpha pushes his ass open further. Hole fluttering at the breezy air conditioning blowing across his rim, cooling the slick that’s gathered.

“Tell hyung exactly what you need from him.” Jeno says in a deep rasp. Throat gone scratchy and dry just from the suffocating brain numbing scent of a vulnerable Omega in heat ready to succumb to his every command.

“Alpha! Fuck me! Fuck my little ass open.” Haechan cries out overly eager. Too heat consumed to form much of anything coherent any longer after hours that felt like weeks of edging himself restlessly.

Jeno delivers a sharp slap to the Omegas ass, hissing through his teeth at the rippling jiggle it gives. Crawling closer on his knees to knock his thighs open further, forcing a burning ache through the smallers hamstrings. Beads of sweat roll off the tip of Haechan’s nose as he struggles to maintain position on his knees. Cheek plastered to the bed making his neck bend ugly and painful, all the more arousing from the extra strain.

With two fingers Jeno collects slick that’s pooled down to the Omegas perineum. Dense and syrupy dribbling down his palm past his wrist bone. “Such a rude stupid useless Omega. Can’t even fucking ask properly.”

Jeno strokes up and down, skipping Haechan’s rim just to watch him squirm. Letting out loud high pitched whiny cries with each pass. The Alpha has to laugh, earning a flinch from the younger with a harsh slap right between his asscrack.

“Hyung! Hyung h-hyung!” Haechan brokenly whimpers. Hissing with another stinging wide palm landing on his hole. A wet slick sound booms around his bedroom with each one. “Hyung please! Please!!”

The Alpha laughs again, spreading Haechan’s ass apart for a close up view. Blown out pupils gaze hungrily, obsessively focused on slick rivering out like slow motion down to the backs of the Omegas knees. He’s drenched, forming a disgusting pool of wetness all over the bedding beneath him.

“I said,” Jeno spits on Haechan’s hole, just to watch him twitch. Flames of heat erupt up and down the Omega’s body, burning hot as what he wants, what he needs grows closer and closer. “Tell hyung exactly what you need for him. Don’t make me repeat myself again. I told you, you’ll regret it.”

Haechan whimpers, clenching his eyes shut to resist the incessant urge to grind back. Unable to stop himself from imagining the Alpha admiring his waiting hole.

“P-please…Alpha..hyung..Jeno h-hyung.” Haechan pleads through clenched trembling teeth. More tense than before, limbs corded up in suspense. Breaking down into a snot filled shouting cry. “Please!! PLEASE FUCK ME!”

“I’ll fuck you.” Jeno nods to himself, shoving three fingers into Haechan’s hole abruptly. The Omega shouts, smacking balled up fist against the bed hard enough for his knuckles to scrape and burn against the fabric. “How’s this stupid fuckhole gonna take my cock? Dumb slut can barely handle three measly fingers. Begging to get fucked when you can’t even take this.”

Jeno emphasizes his words with quick thrusts, met with little to no resistance. Slick aiding his movements, the Omegas hole sucks him inside with each draw back.

“A-alpha..take it, c-can take it!” Haechan whines, whinier than any Omega Jeno’s ever fucked in his life. The exact way he whines whenever the Alpha picks on him, but louder, pitchier, squeaking the higher his natural falsetto reaches. Vocal chords cracking between his stuttered begging, ripped up and used. Jeno intent to leave every part of him head to toe just the same.

“Such a dumb slutty hole.” Jeno grins, gnawing at his bottom lip. Reaching his digits down to the last knuckle applying pressure on Haechan’s prostate. The Omegas tongue lolls out at the action, eyes rolled back already fucked so stupid. It’s almost cute, Jeno thinks, pressing the pads of his fingers down against the squishy gland. Ass cheeks around his hand jerking the harder Haechan trembles.

“That’s it.” Jeno grunts, drawing out his fingers as he hunches forward. Tugging the Omegas rim open just to dip the tip of his tongue in for a sliver of a taste. Inhaling deeply, he savors the sweet scent of boiling hot chocolate coming out of Haechan’s tight little ass. The Alphas eyes roll back into his sockets, having to push the entirety of his tongue as far deep as his jaw will allow. The muscle cracks with a loud pop, locking in place enough for his mouth to cover the majority of Hechan’s asshole.

A painful screech breaks from Haechan’s throat. Huffing deep for breaths of air as the Alpha devours his ass. Rim stretched around his wet tongue, wiggling, dipping in and out over and over again.

Jeno’s gaze flicks up, stuck on Haechan’s puffed red lips. Mouth hung open letting out gasped pretty breaths. Guttural, coming out from deep within his chest, moreso resembling sounds of demon possession you’d hear in a horror film. Worse than an Omega in heat; a complete vulgar whore desperate for any Alpha to take care of him.

When Jeno curls his tongue inside, Haechan thinks he’s lost his mind. Collapsing down into a half split still bent at the knees, screaming from the painful stretch locking his hips in place against the bed. The Alphas tongue manages to reach deep, just barely tickling at his prostate. Lewd sounds of slurping and sucking circle around him, further pushing the Omegas mind into total blackness. Nothing but fat Alpha cock and a thick knot to fill him up on his mind.

“H-hyung!” Haechan says breathily. Panting like he’s just finished a long grueling 9 hour workout. “Hyung— Jeno hyung! Mmm f-fuck! Cumming!”

The Alpha only growls at that, driving his tongue in deeper. Sucking around Haechan’s pulsating rim, biting down on the wrinkled entrance. He laps around, spitting more to watch the Omega spasm and jerk. Cock trapped between the bed and his stomach.

“Already gonna cum? Haven’t even fucked your stupid asshole open yet.” Jeno grits, squeezing the fat of Haechan’s ass between his fingers. He bites down roughly, burying his teeth in to leave marks behind. Shaking with an unrelenting chomp until a salty taste of metallic spills onto his tongue. The Alpha spits on his hole again, teasingly swiping the drool around with two fingers. “What kind of Omega are you? Can’t even wait for your Alpha to cum first?”

Haechan can’t control himself after Jeno says that, humping against the bed like a wild animal. Long ropes of white hot cum spill out, shooting up to his chest as he lifts up to alleviate some pressure off his groin. Using his elbows to stay propped up, he glances down catching sight of his chubbed up beat red cock. The tip near purple from holding back so long, oozing out release with each tremor that passes. Jittering with waves of pleasure similar to electric shocks.

Jeno sits up on his haunches, his own dick engorged, sack full of seed needing to be emptied. “What a bad bad boy. Slutty omega asshole can’t wait to get fucked open.”

The Alpha pulls Haechan’s ass apart again, entranced by the flutter his hole gives. The pulsating loud enough to reach his ears, a heavenly scent of luscious chocolate slick fills his lungs. The Omega finally calms with a gust of breath, flattening onto his stomach. Jerking up as Jeno strikes his ass with a fierce round of slaps leaving behind traces of lines from the roughness.

“I told you that you’d regret it.” Jeno grits between grinding teeth. Skimming the pads of his fingers over red bite marks left on the rounded crevice of Haechan’s ass. It’s not as if the Alpha pictures wrecking his ass until the younger could no longer sit without hissing and squirming in discomfort. Not at all.

“Alpha..” Haechan whimpers again, a pathetic noisy little thing. A stupid helpless Omega presenting himself, pushing his ass open for more. “Jeno hyung..”

His husky pliant tone makes the Alphas eyes roll back far enough to see his skull. Growling, he grips onto Haechan’s round hips with powerful force. Flipping him over onto his back to lay on his own arousal just like a filthy whore.

If the Omegas ass is enough to have Jeno ready to start his rut, his fronts even worse.

Haechan’s chest shimmers with a disgusting mixture of fluids; sweat, drool, cum, even slick from his ass he used to stimulate his now swollen nipples. His lips glow bright red, plump and abused from biting back screams of pleasure. Hair matted to his sticky forehead, a mess of bed head surrounding him in the shape of a halo.

The Alphas eyes scan lower, languidly taking in every detail. Reaching out to touch and feel the silky hot skin that looks too good to be real.

Jeno knows his mouth will look no better when he sees the youngers cock. Biting down a stifled growl from deep in his chest as he does.

Haechan’s chubbed up dick twitches against his pelvis, too short to even reach his hip bone. His groin a nasty slop of slick and dried cum covered with fresh release.

“Wet like a girl.” Jeno says with a cocky smirk. Haechan whines, hips jerking up maddeningly, cock throbbing in response. “Hmm, you like that don’t you? Want me to fuck your hole just like a pussy huh?”

Haechan cries, a hot stream of tears flows down his round cheeks. He’s too cute like this, Jeno thinks, grinning to himself.

“You’re so fucking pretty like this,” He murmurs. Tweaking one of the youngers nipples until his ribs jut out with a high arch. “So submissive and slutty for me, just for Alpha.”

Haechan’s debauched pouty mouth drops open in awe, never having heard such a nice compliment from his hyung until now. He has to swallow down a dry choked breath. Ready to cum again just from the evil glint in Jeno’s focused eyes.

“Bet you’d let me do anything I want with you.” Jeno licks his top row of teeth confidently. A pompous Alpha getting high off the scent of pliant desperation growing stronger for him the longer he makes Haechan wait.

Bending at the waist, he takes a hold on the Omegas cheeks. Forcing his mouth to stay open with a stupid confused expression. Jeno picks up Haechan’s cock with his thumb and index finger. Letting out a laugh of mockery from the size difference between the two of them. Shaking it between his fingers just to make the younger cry harder. “Such a useless tiny cock baby, who can you even fuck with that thing?”

Haechan squirms, keeping his wanton watery gaze on the Alpha. Feeling his ass grow wetter and wetter with more slick pooling underneath him.

“So so so pretty, so fucking stupid and pretty.” Jeno says. Pursing his lips together, letting a string of thick spit spill down Haechan’s throat. He sits back up, slapping the Omegas cheek until he’s obliging to the silent command, the center of his neck bobbing up and down with a swallow. “Show hyung how you want it.”

Haechan shivers at that, lazily taking in the Alphas broad build before turning over. Peering over his shoulder, he bounces onto his knees, shaking his ass in full Omega presentation to be taken and fucked.

“Now you’re learning.” Jeno licks his palm lewdly, smacking right between the Omegas split open ass.

He moves fast, getting himself fully undressed before slathering himself up in the endless amounts of slick pouring from the Omegas hole.

Nothing could prepare the younger for just how thick and long the Alpha feels, sheathing through inch by inch effortlessly. Slick bubbles around his length adding to the crude display beneath him. “Such a tight fuck hole, never taken anyone as big as me have you little one.”

Haechan can’t contain his moans, nor does he want to anymore. Losing himself to the domineering large presence behind him, he pushes back, clapping against the Alphas hipbone’s.

“Fuck.” Jeno sighs, swiveling his hips to let the Omega really feel him. He pulls back, starting at a rough pace to break the younger, fuck him open on his thick cock until he can barely walk. Grunting and pounding with vigor on top of him, slick flies out around his size. Covering the Alphas stomach and thighs with sweet chocolate pleasure.

It’s too good, watching Haechan’s ass press into him with a jiggle. Too good he almost misses the familiar blaring sound of a phone ringing.

Jeno’s hips snap angrily, darting a look around until he spots where the sound of ringings coming from. Haechan’s phone sits on his pillow, a photo of your face takes over the screen with the Omegas head resting on your chest.

“Answer her.” Gripping the back of Haechan’s neck, Jeno forces him to look at the phone. “Hurry up!”

Haechan can barely remember how to even do that, swatting his phone weakly, it lands under his face. An unfortunate angle to answer a video call from. Sweat drips from the tip of his nose onto the screen. Swiping the call to see your happy face.

“Good Morning my little prince!” You greet him energetically. Gaze going wide at the red wet face that stares back at you with half-lidded eyes.

“Haechannie?” You ask concerned. “What’s wrong?? You’re scaring me, are you okay??”

“Y-yeah..” he stutters, head jerked up with a rough tug to his scalp! “Yes! Y-yes!”

“Haechan, what’s going on? Is Jeno there?”

“J-Jeno hyung…h-hyung. Yes, ugh!” Haechan’s spewing out nonsense now. Drooling onto his phone screen like an Omega in heat.

“Bab—“

Jeno reaches past the smaller with his free arm, lifting the phone to show Haechan’s red little cock slapping against his stomach due to the Alpha fucking his ass with vigor. Gasping you scramble, nearly dropping your phone.

“Oh my God baby, is it your heat?! I’ll be home soon.” You panic a bit, scurrying faster to reach the street corner. “It’ll be okay!”

Haechan’s forehead drops down on the phone screen with Jeno’s next thrust. Smashing against the device to hang up left with a screen gone black. He wails, bouncing up and down the Alphas cock at a sickening fast speed.

“What a bad boy.” Jeno sneers, plummeting inhumanly faster into the youngers ass like a maniac. “Too fucking drunk off Alphas cock to even speak correctly.”

“Yes! Hyung! H-hyung fuck me!” Haechan cries like a helpless baby, arching back deeper against Jeno’s unrelenting hips. “Hyung please! Don’t stop fucking me!”

“Not gonna stop.” The Alpha muses, tone growing deeper and raspier the more he plows into the smaller. “N-not gonna stop until you’re too incoherent to even speak.”

Haechan nods promptly, lips parted open to fill his lungs full of the Alphas aroused slick inducing scent. He’s near speechless, letting out nothing but coughs and gags between moans. Eyes glued to the back of his head, rammed with thick fat cock catching on his entrance thrust after thrust.

Jeno slams in hitting a new angle, his cock prodding right at the Omegas prostate every time he sinks in deeper and deeper. Haechan starts to whine again, even louder than before. Overwhelmed with how deep inside the Alpha can get, swears that even his stomach feels like it’s bulging out more with each thrust burying him balls deep inside of the smaller.

“Sound so fucking cute and dumb, pathetic.” Jeno bites down on Haechan’s shoulder suppressing an embarrassingly loud groan as the younger clamps around him. Trying his best to milk his Alpha to fill his slutty hole with pups.

“Alpha— hyung, cum in my ass.” Haechan babbles, breaking off into a gorgeous falsetto of loud drawn out cries.

Too lost in their own world of pleasure, the two miss the sound of the front door and steps running down through the hallway after.

“What’s going on here??” If it weren’t for the amused smile taking over your face, Jeno would be worried. Keeping his gaze on yours, he grabs onto a tuft of Haechan’s hair, meanly jerking his neck back until it cracks. Forced to turn his fucked out face to look at you. Lolled tongue bouncing against his chin with each pointed thrust like a much too happy pet.

“Tell her, hmm,” The Alpha grunts, giving the shell of Haechan’s ear a harsh bite. “Tell her how you begged for hyung to fuck this sweet fat ass.”

“Oh yeah?” Stepping further into the room with your hands on your hips, you tsk. Head shaking side to side with fake disappointment. Taking a hold of your roommate's jaw to look him in the eye. “Here I was worrying about getting you a nice warm meal, meanwhile you’re here getting better than that huh baby?”

He blinks blearily in a daze, lapping dumbly at your thumb sweeping the drool dripping from his chin. “Is Alpha fucking you how you want Haechannie?”

The Omegas head jerks up and down erratically, sucking saliva from the corners of his mouth.

Leaning in, you peck his wet mouth, kissing over his sore upper lip. Gnawed thru hard enough for skin the scrape off leaving behind painful spots of deep red. “Told you it’d work, didn’t I?”

You whisper low enough for only Haechan to hear, moving on your knees onto the bed to sit in front of him. Jeno twists the Omegas head side to side crudely, making his pretty eyes flutter open. Bloodshot red from crying, pupils dilated high off his arousal.

“Tell her how good hyungs fucking you baby. Wanna hear your pretty voice.” Jeno delivers his words with menacing thrusts. Haechan’s ass claps against him in a bruising impact. Waves of skin ripple through his bottom with each collision of their hips. Hard enough to leave behind marks, have the Omega black and blue by morning.

“H-hyung, Hyung..J-Je-Jeno hyung,” Haechan huffs, blowing breath across your face as he tries to speak properly. Brain full on mush with no other thought than to cum over and over again. “J-Jeno hyung, big….big big…”

Cupping Haechan’s cheeks you gently coo, cleaning off the dried tracks of tear staining down his ruddy cheeks. Skin hot to the touch as if he’s being incinerated from the inside. “I know baby, he’s fucking you so good. Just like you deserve.”

Haechan nods rapidly at that, lips pouting out for a kiss. Jeno pistons forward pounding the entirety of his length deep inside the Omegas ass, pressing closer to lick at the sides of your lips for entrance.

He turns Haechan’s head enough to share a kiss with both of you, puffing ragged breaths between sloppy pecks. Trying to make sure to get enough of a taste of the both of you.

Jerking Haechan’s head again, Jeno uses his chin to nod forward. “Need to thank her for getting you breakfast. How're you gonna do that Omega?”

You can’t help but coo again, the Alpha was being too mean. Not that Haechan had any complaints. Instead of making it too difficult for him, you push off your bottoms. Getting into an easier position for his mouth to reach your middle.

He knows better after months of living with you. Licking at his lips to collect a wad of saliva, he spits on your cunt. Looking up with blown out fucked up pupils. Glazed over as if he's just done some hallucinogenic drug, shimmering under the low lights hanging from the corners of his bedroom.

Slowly lowering his mouth, he engulfs as much of your pussy as his jaw will allow. Tonguing your labia folds side to side until they’re slippery with spit and slick. The whole act is indecent, humiliating and enthralling for the Omega just as he’s always dreamt of. Eagerly he licks between your cunt, stiffening his tongue to deliver pointed thrusts against your clit.

Haechan can hardly control his movements. Lapping your clit with a renewed frenzy. His tongue matches up to the rhythm and speed that Jeno fucks him at. Thirsty like a little puppy finally getting a taste of water after hours out in the sun.

“Good little Omega bitch, make her cum and I’ll give you exactly what you want.” Jeno looks crazed looming above Haechan’s bent over figure. Large hands belted around the Omega’s slim waist from behind, sinking in his fingers with intent to leave possessive marks all over the youngers body.

Haechan’s ass has never looked better than it does right now. Stretched and working back on the Alphas thick girth, glistening with ridiculous amounts of slick that only an Omega in over heightened heat could easily produce. You have to sit up to slap and grip onto his round globes. Earning a greedy suck on your clit with vibrating moans reaching the top of your spine.

“Fuck, I’m..” groaning, you push back onto your palms. Lifting your hips to fuck against the Omegas working tongue. Each lick more desperate to make you cum than the last. Small teeth teasingly bite on your clit, knowing how much you love when it hurts just a little bit. “Ugh, Haechan, baby. Yes! Like that.”

Knowing how to work you to a climax every time, Haechan dips lower. Stiffening his wet tongue inside your hole with a long slurping suck. He wiggles in, panting, hardly able to breathe with slick filling his nose and throat.

“Fuck!” You shout writhing up. Concentrating on the twitch in Jeno’s abdomen moving like crazy the closer he gets to release.

The Alphas eyes scrunch up, howling out a scream more than a moan. His hips tremble, slowing down and snaking his palms lower to cup the younger's ass tightly. He shakes, waist sucked in all the way with his eyes rolled back until nothing but white is visible.

Haechan wails on your clit, his ass stretching deliciously around the Alphas expanding knot. Plump lips suck at your clit until you slap the bed. Thrusting up and cumming, splashes of slick hit his chin, neck, chest.

The Omega lets out a relieved sigh, scrunched up face dropping to your inner thigh. Prettier than ever as he cums again. This time much less spilling from his slit than before. Drained of energy, he can’t even muster up enough to squeeze around the Alphas fat knot.

Jeno’s expression loosens, the lines on his forehead smooth out. Face highlighted by sweat dripping from his wet head of hair, burning more calories from this than any workout.

“God, fuck.” He grunts, giving the Omegas ass another squeeze before landing another mean slap. He grinds, plugging Haechan up to the brim with cum until the younger’s belly swells with it. “That’s how a good boy takes Alphas knot.”

Exhausted and boneless, you flatten onto Haechan’s bed, groaning and rolling your face to the side. Nose scrunched up as you’re met with a familiar smell and scratchy fabric. Snapping your eyes open to find a pile of your worn underwear stolen from your hamper covered in slick and cum.

“Haechan!” You sit up using more effort, still trying to recuperate after intense orgasm. “My underwear, again?!”

He giggles, shyly hiding his face in Jeno’s bicep where the Alphas positioned them more comfortably now. Loving that he’s much too close to his sweaty underarm. “I was nesting! I can’t help it, I love your scent.”

“Hmm, yeah?” Jeno yawns, flinging his free arm around the Omegas waist. “So do I.”

Sorting through your underwear, you start to wonder if you’ve all taken this ‘friends with benefits’ thing too far now. Friends with benefits didn’t scent each other, or borrow each other’s clothing to build nests during their heat. From hooking up with Haechan to Haechan hooking up with Jeno to Jeno hooking up with you.

It’s not as if you didn’t have strong feelings for the both of them. Yet no sense of jealousy or concern infiltrated your thoughts as you looked over the two drifting off to sleep.

“Guys, what are we?” You ponder out loud, deciding to nestle in behind Haechan. Resting your chin on his shoulder to catch a glimpse of his eyelashes shuttering as he blinks to look up.

“..Friends?” Haechan sounds confused, like he can’t figure out that answer either.

“Whatever it is.. I like it.” Jeno mutters, unmoving with his eyes shut. Sensing Haechan shiver against him, he sighs. “We’ll figure it out in the morning.”

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It’s Yours (M)

Preview: “One of these matches will have to be successful, Jeno.” You encourage him. Picking up a long sleeved top that would hide the iridescent metallic dark green scales trailing up his forearms.

“They always start successful, until.. you know.” Jeno says shyly, changing into the outfit you’ve chosen for his date tonight. Fitting him with a confused look he nods down. Removing his sweats in exchange for a pair of snug fitted leather pants. “Until we start hooking up, and they run off screaming like I’m about to murder them.”

Pairing: snake hybrid Jeno x female rabbit hybrid reader

Word Count: 6k+

Genre: predator/prey AU, “it’s too big” x2, Jeno can’t get laid, some crack, pwp, M/F, idiots to…?, one shot

Smut Warning: two dicks: one snake hybrid, a lengthy split tongue, oral(F receiving), use of snake venom, double penetration, bulging, breeding

When Jeno says he’ll swoop by later to pick you up the last thing you expect is to end up huddled together in a corner the majority of the night.

“You don’t have to stay by my side the whole time you know?” Jeno mutters, disrupting the calm silence you’ve fallen into. Bopping near him to the sounds of top 40 beats thrumming through the walls.

“I know! But we should try to have fun.” You jerk one his arms playfully hoping to receive his charming well recognized eye-smile.

Jeno lets out a drawn out dramatic sigh instead. Cracking his neck side to side to further display exhaustion. “It’s been such a long week.”

“You never told me how your date with that deer girl went last weekend!” Continuing to badger him, you hop on the balls of your feet enthusiastically. Slapping Jeno’s bulging bicep to wake him from his lazy state.

“God, don’t ask.” Jeno grunts, sipping at beer that's gone flat in his cup. “She’s been ignoring my texts for 4 days now. I give up.”

“What??” You squeak, frowning confused. “But she asked you out, I thought!”

“That she did..” Jeno rolls his eyes. Upper lip curling up in a snarl as he focuses on a noisy crowd that’s formed across the room. “Bet that douchebag tiger has never had a bad date in his life.”

Johnny’s surrounded by a group of the hottest prey hybrids on campus. Never one to have any trouble landing the eye of those that should fear him. Despite his sharp smile and intimidating feline features, prey stuck to him like white on rice.

“He’s so popular.” Jeno mumbles. Nursing the red solo cup in his grip for an hour now. Backwashing the stale beer more than actually drinking it.

“What do you mean?” You ask. Unable to stop yourself from pulling a face as you sneak the cup out of his hold. “Stop doing that. It’s gross.”

“Look at him.” Jeno lifts a hand in Johnny’s general direction. The tiger hybrid stands with his arms behind his head. One prey dangling from each of his biceps ‘oooo’ and ‘ahhh’ing. As if this isn’t his go-to trick to perform at every weekend kick back. “He’s like, the most popular predator hybrid in this whole state or something.

Jeno grunts, shaking his head until his flat bangs mingle with his eyelashes. “I can’t even get a date. Meanwhile he’s fully booked into the next century.”

“That’s not true Jeno. Don’t be so dramatic.” You disagree. Leaning past him to reach for the cooler on the floor. Picking up water bottles for the both of you. “You’re a different type of popular. Johnny’s a jock.. of course all the bimbos want him.”

Jeno thanks you for the water, furrowing his brows in thought. “Didn’t you date Johnny Freshman year?”

“Well, yeah! But I am a bimbo!” You exclaim. Ears flopping as you speak up ecstatically. “What Delta Gamma Pi prey hasn’t dated Johnny at this point? He cuts through rushies faster than hazing.”

“What is it you like about him?” Jeno ponders. Glancing over where the tiger hybrid now appears shirtless. Allowing a deer hybrid to trace the lines of abdominal muscles decorating his stomach. “Can’t be his personality. If he even has one.”

“Hey! He’s a sweet and charming himbo. The himbo to my bimbo really.” You sigh. Grimacing as Johnny breaks into body competition poses. “He’s a sweet guy.”

“What about me, am I not a sweet guy?” Jeno asks. Hooking your attention back to him with the question. Two innocent Freshmen prey hybrids pass by, cowering as they nearly bump into him. Apologizing profusely after moving along with speed. “Prey always fears me..”

Jeno isn’t wrong necessarily. Despite the rounded glasses that tend to sit crooked on his face, warm inviting smile, and eyes that could melt frosting on a cake; there was no denying his intimidating outer appearance.

Scales sneaking out past the collar of his shirt fading out just before reaching the hair at his nape. Tongue split down the middle that would poke from between his lips as he’d deeply concentrate.

At times so deep in his thoughts he’d blink suddenly, the whites of his eyes filled with yellow. Irises thinned into slits giving him the full predator appearance. Only realizing when prey would gasp and run away in fear.

There was one more thing snake hybrids had a reputation of. One you yourself could not confirm having never been with a snake hybrid.

“It depends on the prey.” You acknowledge. “They aren’t all going to be like me. Heck even the first time we met I thought you’d have my head for making you late to class.”

Jeno pouts, crushing up the now empty water bottle in his hands. “Am I that scary?”

“No! Not at all!” You’re quick to reassure. Bumping his arm with your shoulder playfully. “You go on so many dates! You’re really well known around campus too. Everyone speaks very highly of your intelligence and hard work ethic.”

“Well known because I’m the guy who always has whatever notes someone missed in lecture more like..” Jeno drags on. “My dates never end well though.”

“Why is that?” You ask. It’s not as if Jeno is difficult to get along with in any way. He carries conversation swimmingly, has an easy going sense of humor, and he’s right. If anyone will be able to cover you missing lecture, it’s him.

“Prey are always eager to..” Jeno drifts. Shifting on his heels nervously. Side-eyeing you cautiously. “Some…some prey, are really excitable.”

Jeno cringes a bit, muttering a ‘sorry’ under his breath to not offend you. It’s not as if rabbit breeds weren’t known to be the easiest of prey to catch. Your kind wasn’t one to hold out when it came to sexual urges.

“Yes yes.” You wave off his apology. “Rabbits and Bunnies are easy and horny. Big shocker there. The phrase ‘fuck like bunnies’ stemmed from somewhere right?”

Jeno visibly swallows his spit with a nod. Tugging the rim on his collar. “Not enough I guess. I can't even get a bunny hybrid to keep interest in me after we start…you know.”

“After you start fucking??” You squak. Jeno bursting into a cute blush, pleading you to shush and keep your voice down.

“It never goes that far..” he pouts again with a sigh. “Some kissing, touching. Then when they start to take off my clothes..”

“Oh come on Jeno, how bad can it be?” You giggle. Leaning closer to him on your toes to swat his cheek with one of your ears. “Trust me, Johnny was no easy obstacle. You’re talking like you have a monster down there.”

“Two.” Jeno says flatly. Avoiding your eyes.

“Two what?” You laugh, slowly calming when his expression does not change.

“I have two monsters down there.” Jeno shrugs. “Whatever Johnny has clearly hasn’t traumatized any prey by just looking at it.”

“Two like..” you mutter. Throat drying up and blinking rapidly to control yourself from scanning lower.

“Two dicks.” Jeno stares at you with a serious look. “Male snake hybrids have two dicks.”

Looking over your surprised reaction with your jaw hung open, Jeno cocks a brow. “What? Don’t believe me? Want to see for yourself?”

“I..” Gulping, you clutch tightly at the water bottle that’s gone warm in your hands.

So it is true, the reputation snake hybrids have precedes them afterall.

You’d seen Jeno shirtless plenty of times after working out together. Scales covered the backsides of his arms, painting from his nape down to the Venus dimples on his defined lower back. Hints of some just past the jut of his hip indentations peaked whenever he’d pull into a deep stretch. What if they reached even lower..

“Is that a yes or a no?” Jeno asks again. Losing your line of sight as the portrait draws out in your thoughts. “Have you ever seen a snake hybrids...”

He trails off, blush rising to the swell beneath his eyes. Lapping his upper lip until it gleams like a glossy coated pout. “Am I too out of line?”

“No no!” Snapping out of it, you slurp the drool that’s reached the corners of your lips. Laughing awkwardly to ease Jeno’s evident embarrassment. “I just…I heard rumors..”

“But you didn’t think it was true, right?” Jeno sounds like he’s heard this spiel more than a few times. “I guess I can see why, the snake hybrid adult video industry is pretty meek considering..”

“I’ve never even considered looking some up honestly.” You admit, chewing on your lower lip. Curiously wavering a look lower. Jeno had on loose fitted black jeans tonight. He never did seem to wear anything too form fitting. “Are you fucking with me?”

Jeno splutters, nearly spilling the new water bottle he’s opened up. Motioning a visual defense with his hands. “Why would I lie about this?”

“Fine.” Clearing your throat confidently, you stand up straight nodding upstairs. Squinting and arching a brow at him. “Let’s find an empty room.”

“Wh-what? Like….l-like really??” Jeno’s eyes bulge wide, stuttering and following after you.

“Oh, now you’re shy huh?? What happened to Mister I have two gigantic dicks!” You advertise too loudly. Further enhancing the pink that transforms to a deep red on the apples of Jeno’s cheeks.

“Ugh, not the rabbit and snake pairing again. Those breeds always fit their stereotypes I swear.” A panda hybrid rolls her eyes snickering as she moves off the wall. Sneering in Jeno’s direction with disgust written over her features.

“And Pandas really fit theirs! LAZY!” You shout after her, balling up your fist ready to hop across the floor and attack. Jeno whines, pulling your back to his chest.

“Can we just get this over with?” Jeno pleads. Failing to calm you with soft palms stroking up and down your arms.

“Ugh, why does everyone think we fuck?!” Kicking open the closests door, you charge inside, throwing yourself down on some stranger's bed. “Can’t predator and prey just be friends??”

“It’s not…very common. I mean, I can’t think of any.” Jeno sits by your side. Feebly picking at his pants feeling nervous as what he just did settles in. Wondering why he even suggested this idea. He couldn’t really blame the beer afterall. You just always had to sound so confident, a little know it all rabbit.

“Well! Get to it!” You groan, reaching for his sleeve to pull on. “Let’s see those big giant scary snake cocks!”

“What’s wrong with you??” Jeno squeals, covering his groin in case you aim there next.

“Ha! I knew it, you’re bluffing! You’re so full of it!” You smirk cockily. Shoving his arm rough enough to have Jeno tipping to the side. Rolling his eyes, he stands up gathering the waistband on his jeans.

“Oh, I’m bluffing?!” Shoving down his jeans and underwear in one-go, Jeno stands up straight. Long shirt hanging over his crotch. He grunts, pulling the material up just beneath his chest. Flexed abdominal muscles in full view leading down to..

“H-holy shit…you have t-two…..you…y-you…” starting to blabber, you cover up your mouth to silently take in the display before you. Jeno wasn’t lying, two dicks, two long thick dicks. Maybe only an inch or so different in size. The smaller of the two less smooth, ridges of scales up and down along the sides spreading out just past the indentations on his hips. “Fuck..you’re not even hard.”

Jeno squirms, stomach muscles contracting as he grows more anxious standing there. “See! I told you.” He huffs annoyed. Releasing his shirt to pull back on his bottoms.

“W-wait…” circling his wrist, you suck down a deep breath. Noticing the lack of difference in the size of your forearm and Jeno’s lengths. “Uh…you know.”

You start to nod sitting up, once again clearing your throat. “I can take you.”

“What did you just say?” Jeno backs up, thankful for the shirt covering his lower half again. Unable to neglect the twitch he feels rise through his cocks at your wandering tantalized gaze.

“You’re the one who said rabbits fuck like wild horny crazed animals!”

“That’s not exactly what I said!” Jeno squawks, pulling the hem of his shirt lower. Hoping the dim lit room is enough to hide the obvious growth beginning to peek through.

“Listen Jeno, I already know your situation, and I trust you!” Chancing a glance down, it’s impossible to not lick your lips taking note of the large tent that’s begun to protrude beneath his shirt. “Why not try with me? If it’s too much for me…we can stop. No pressure?”

“That’s weird!” He frets, turning away trying to hide his evident excitement. Butt cheeks fully out from lowering the front of his shirt too much. “This whole thing is weird!”

“You’ve been hitting the squat rack?” You whistle, flicking one of his firm cheeks.

“Stop objectifying me!” Jeno shrieks, returning to face you. Huffing, he shakes his head removing the now stretched out shirt.

“Wow..You’re…really hard. Like.. both..both of them.” You’re already choked up from the sight of Jeno completely bare. Every scale catches hints of moonlight across his smooth luminous skin. Swallowing dryness away, you reach with both hands eagerly.

“Wait!” He jerks back, strategically holding his hands splayed out just a centimeter away from his lower half. Enough to conceal some of his size. “We should..kiss…I think?”

“Oh my God.. Jeno, are you a virgin?!” You ask, mostly to ease the situation.

“What?!? No!” He snaps quickly. “I’ve slept with plenty of predator hybrids!”

“Oh, yeah no no…I knew that. It’s just so cute to see you like this.” You can’t stifle the giggle that follows, pushing back to rest on your palms you nod toward your lap. “Where do you want me to kiss first?”

Groaning, Jeno rolls his eyes, moving to straddle your lap. “Are you always this crude?”

“We’re pretty much almost always horny. It’s in our nature to mate and breed like.. a lot.” You start to explain, trailing off when one of his dicks presses against your navel. “Breeding huh?”

“Stoppp..” Jeno whines, thankful it’s too dark in the room to pick up on the hot flush that’s spread the entirety of his face. Even if you can’t see it, that doesn’t stop the urge to kiss away the cute mewls slipping from his lips.

It wasn’t uncommon to make the first move, never expecting you’d end up here with your reliable friend who never picked up on flirting. Even when the pretty panther barista would wink and offer him a complimentary coffee ‘on the house’ Jeno never had much of a response aside from ‘thanks’.

Not because he was harboring any type of feelings for a clueless prey who in return never once picked up on his minuscule tactics. Never that.

“Wh-what’re y-you doing?” Jeno mumbles between a soft kiss, gulping after each word.

“Should I kiss your…dicks instead?” You ask coyly, wiggling your brows to further embarrass Jeno. With a click of his tongue, he hoists you by the waist until you’re the one perched on his lap.

“Can’t believe you didn’t believe me.” He frowns, helping you remove the casual loose tunic you’d thrown on earlier. Knowing better than to wear anything too nice to a frat party with drunk attendees ready to ruin clothing left and right.

Spinning around once you’ve stripped down to your underwear, Jeno turns until you’re laid out beneath him. Hovering above your frame enough to look over your exposed skin.

“Can I..” he glances down, eyeing the wet patch that's formed on your underwear. “Need to stretch you out.”

The pointed tips of his tongue poke out suggestively, lowering as he focuses to retain eye contact with you. Fingers gather the sides of your underwear, gently lowering them. His cocks jump, hit first by the strong enticing scent of prey slick. Stronger for predator’s, meant to draw them in and lure them to attack sweet defenseless hybrids.

Jeno places his hands behind your knees, pushing up until your bottoms lifted off the bed. Tongue lolling out like a dog in heat, longer than you could have ever anticipated from any of the times you’ve caught glimpses before. Hunching closer, he takes a deep inhale. Writhing as Jeno full on begins to makeout with your clit. Alternating between sucking with vigor the louder your moans grows, to spitting and rubbing the pads of his fingertips against the right bundle of nerves to make your toes curl.

“Snake venom usually weakens and numbs..” He rasps, tongue lapping between your folds, prodding the tip at your entrance menacingly. “Sometimes it can help, if I use a little. Can I?”

Controlled by the rapid flicks he gives your clit, you nod maniacally. Spit sizzling as it flows down past your labia folds to your entrance, just enough to numb your hole for penetration. Jeno follows in with his tongue, rolling the venom around with thrusts. Mouth and chin dripping in slick that splashes against his lips. Long tongue tickling deeper in with each thrust of his face. Gripping a fistful of your ass as he groans between your thighs, slurping up your arousal between working you up to a dizzying orgasm.

“Fuck! Jeno!” Spasming, you clamp down around his head. The tip of his tongue flicking at your cervix, ripping a squirting climax out of you that dribbles down his neck and chest.

Full of desire, Jeno moves fast, placing you back on his lap. Ass sitting on the larger cock that beats fiercely beneath you. A mixture of growls and whimpers sounds, rubbing the tip of his length against your clit with splashing slick shooting out.

“Can I?” He pants, near begging. Nodding, you dig into his shoulders. Lifted enough for Jeno to find the perfect angle.

“Oh! O-oh! No!” You cry out, unprepared for the sheer size of just the tip. Pausing his movements as he barely breaches your hole. “Oh my G-god…too big! You’re too big!”

“I’m sorry!” Jeno starts to pull away feeling terrible. Kept in place by your arms locked around his shoulders. Dropping your face to his chest, you whimper, shaking your head.

“Just a minute..” whispering, you sigh, reaching between your bodies to wrap around his length. Sliding it back and forth between your folds. The larger squishes between your ass. Slick smoothing the glide of both. Waiting for your go ahead, Jeno tries to press into your tight cunt again, met with resistance and an immediate hiss.

Quick to halt his actions, he realizes it just won’t fit. Watching you endure it while biting down on your tongue to contain a pained cry just wasn’t worth it.

“We s-should stop..” Jeno forces himself to speak. Teeth gritting as you start to move against him. Building a rhythm riding the size of his cocks until they’re covered in wetness.

“Can you cum like this?” You ask, panting against his chin. Jeno nods, seeping his fingers into your sides to assist your working hips.

“Sometimes, just one..” he confesses, growing more quiet with embarrassment.

“I’m sorry Jeno, we can try again..”

“No no!” His head shakes frantically, bucking his hips for you to move faster. “Just use me.. please just use me instead.”

It’s more than enough, the scales on Jeno’s length scrape deliciously along your clit with each slide. Guiding your mouth with his, twisting your tongues together until you reach a fast but much easier finish. Jeno still hard as he lays back. Having to set your lower half away from himself to not burst into tears.

“I’m really really sorry.” Jeno hides his face in the bed. Sighing heavily he sits up to grab his pants. “I’ll drive you back to your dorm.”

“Don’t apologize..” you start, hiding a wince as you sit up. “I really do need to stop believing I can overcome any obstacle, don’t I?”

“Nah..” forcing a smile, Jeno hides his own wince. Already anticipating a long night of jerking off to the now very vivid image of your face taken over with pleasure.

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“Flowers? What’s the occasion?”

Jeno shifts side to side, oddly avoiding eye contact. “I feel bad about the other night. I should have warned you better. No one can ever take my..”

“Ah, Jeno! Don’t make it weird.” Scoffing, you bury your nose into the bouquet of roses. “I’ll accept these, because they’re beautiful. But you did nothing wrong, okay?? I was the one being pushy.”

“You usually are.” Jeno murmurs, jokingly nudging your side when you glare at him. “But I mean, I just felt bad. I kept worrying the rest of the weekend like— Is it going to be awkward between us now? Maybe she’ll hate me! What if I traumatized her?!”

“Why are rabbits pegged as anxious overthinkers when it’s you damn snakes who never know how to chill out?”

“Hey!” Jeno pouts, folding his arms. Scales out on full display today reminding you of what you spent the rest of your weekend doing.

“Actually, I was thinking a lot.” Grabbing your phone, you opt to not mention searching up for inflatable dildos while screaming into your pillow over how stupid you felt. “I made you a profile on predator meets prey!”

“What?!?” Jeno screeches, coming to stop so fast smoke burns beneath the soles of his rubber sneakers. “Why would you do that?!?”

“To get you laid! Obviously!!” You declare, adding a ‘duh’ paired with a sarcastic scoff.

Jeno’s blushing furiously, sporting a jittery smile for the curious stares you’ve gained. Subtly trying to shush you and lead you further down the hall to class.

“God why didn’t anyone ever warn me of what a nuisance you rabbit’s are!” He hisses, lips tight against his teeth. Failing to appear tough with the pink hue that’s taken over his face. “Why are you meddling in my business like this??”

“Hey! Your business is my business now.” Proudly you pump out your chest, pointing a thumb at yourself. “If I can’t take those dicks, I’m gonna find someone who can! You’re gonna be neck deep in hybrid pussy thanks to me.”

Jeno’s forehead thuds down on his desk, surrounded by gasps and sounds of disgusts circling the two of you.

“Look at this saucy little fox I scored you a date with tonight!” Failing to notice Jeno’s current state of misery, you shove into his seat, half positioned on his lap with your phone shoved in his face. “Her name is Ari, she loves long walks in the woods, gathering herbs, and making her own bags of tea.”

“Tonight?! You meddling rabbit!” Jeno’s blaring you with half shut eyes. More cute than he should look with his nose scrunched in irritation. “I can’t tonight!”

“Of course you can, I’m like the only person you hang out with.” Rolling your eyes, you confirm the date for tonight. Showing Jeno where he’d be taking his fox out to eat. “After class I’ll help you pick out what to wear. Who better to help you catch a prey than a prey, am I right?”

“You’re wrong in every way imaginable and I regret the day I agreed to sharing my study space with you.” Jeno mutters flatly.

“Do you mean that??” Tilting your head, you blink dramatically and shove out your lower lip. Making him sigh, adjusting his legs to allow more room for you to sit comfortably.

“What do I say every time?” Jeno says, the same way he always says whenever he’s frustrated with you.

“That meeting me has been the best part of college so far!” You cheer, pecking his warm cheek. He releases a long breath, falling into a smile that hides his eyes completely.

“So…a fox..”

That’s how Jeno finds himself in nothing but his sweats while you pace back and forth in front of his closet.

“We have to take you shopping soon.” You grunt, throwing more plain black tees into the ‘no’ pile. “How many Air Forces do you own?!?”

“…pft….those are my favorite shoes!”

“I’m thinking something that really shows off your physique.” Blowing away your ears and strands of hair that have fallen on your face, you hold up an outfit after searching for 30 minutes. “Form fitting shirt, these leather pants that really hug your long legs!”

Jeno’s cheeks light up instantly, vibrant shades of pink. Rubbing the scales on his forearms to distract himself from overthinking.

“One of these matches will have to be successful, Jeno.” You encourage him. Picking up a long sleeved top that would hide the iridescent metallic dark green scales trailing up his forearm.

“They always start successful, until.. you know.” Jeno says shyly, changing into the outfit you’ve chosen for his date tonight. Fitting him with a confused look he nods down. Removing his sweats in exchange for a pair of snug fitted leather pants. “Until we start hooking up and they run off screaming like I’m about to murder them.”

“That’s not true, I didn’t run off!” You correct him.

Jeno nods, lips pursed together. Turning to fuss with his choppy bright pink hair in the mirror. “You’re kind of the only one who never has though..”

“Have some positivity, I really do think there’s a chance with this fox!”

A chance, a fat chance. Jeno hated to show up groveling on your doorstep at 1am. Immediately digging his face into your shoulder as he began to retell the events of the evening. Another failed date, this one didn’t even make it past some French kissing.

“If it’s not one thing, I guess I should say two, it’s the damn tongue.” He complains, waving a spoon of matcha ice cream. “I sound pathetic.”

“A little.” You joke, feeling a little guilt. Enough to let Jeno scrape the pint of your favorite ice cream clean. The first of many he would empty in the weeks to come.

“We at least made it into bed this time.” He says, licking the back of a wooden spoon you’ve now designated as Jeno’s failed date ice cream spoon. “I do wonder if sheep hybrids ‘baa’ when they..”

Catching your perplexed gaze, Jeno mumbles, waving off his thoughts. “I have dinner with a deer tomorrow.. and then that pretty zebra hybrid this weekend.”

“Maybe they do ‘baa’..” you start, earning a confused look from your friend. “Sometimes, when it’s really..”

“Hmm?” He pipes in for you to go on. It’s not as if you’d stopped replaying the memory of his girth sliding between your folds and ass at the same time. Glowing in the dark room like an oil painting.

“When my orgasms really, like really really good..” moving back, you lift your foot to show him exactly what you mean. “I thump.”

“That’s..” Jeno coughs, ducking to hide the blush rising up to his nose. “That’s..”

“I have to stop oversharing too huh?” You shrug, a little embarrassed.

Jeno wants to agree, but he can’t when he knows that the idea of you reaching peak orgasm will help him through his shower later. Sulking after mooching off your ice cream that always seemed to be fully stocked when he stopped by after another failure. Showers had turned into long water wasting sessions, heading to bed with pruney fingertips and cum washed down the drain along with his chances of getting laid.

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“That was date number 12. I think I need a break.” Jeno’s neck loosens, nearly dangling his head off the back of your couch. His hairs faded to a light peachy tone now, black roots grown in an inch. Leather jacket thrown on the arm of the couch as he plopped down ready to ask for his ice cream. “My wallet needs a break too actually.”

“Jeno..” swallowing, you sit back on the backs of your calves. “Why don’t we try again?”

“Huh? Try what?” He turns lazily, cocking a brow. Noting you’re more dressed up than usual today, usually in your pajamas or robe ready for bed by the time he shows up.

“Try, like…like us.” You squirm. Opening and closing your text messages with your friend for the last few hours. He’d begun to send mirror photos in seek of outfit approval. Changing out of a snug fit turtleneck to a low cut black V neck that showed his ample chest off nicely. Maybe too nice as you couldn’t resist zooming in to look over the defined pectoral muscles on display.

“Like us?” He asks, turning just slightly. Chest squished down the center at this angle.

“Like…as in….we should…let’s have sex!” You shout leaving Jeno with his jaw hanging open.

“What?!? W-Why?”

“What do you mean why? Because I like you! You…you..you…dumbass!” You frown, crossing your arms over your chest.

“Wha— since when?!” Jeno’s flabbergasted, sitting up and pulling on tuffs of his bleached hair. Thinking out loud as he goes on. “But…I liked you first! I’ve always liked you! I was supposed to tell you first!! Hey! Don’t call me a dumbass!”

“Well, you didn’t.” Blowing at one of your ears annoyed, you fix him with a weak glare. “Have to do everything myself around here, even make sure you get to cum.”

Before he can start another blubbering tirade you make to move, throwing a leg over his hips to mount him. Lips crashing together mid-stuttered out speech. Making Jeno’s weight fall boneless beneath you, sinking deeper against the couch cushions as he relaxes. The split of his tongue rolls past yours, slipping up the sides to the back of your throat.

“Ar-are y-you..” he tries to confirm you’re not just in heat, knowing your schedule by now and that your next shouldn’t be for at least a few weeks.

“Shh..” between a mountain of layered kisses leaving Jeno’s lips pink and swollen, you nod. Scooping his face in your hands to keep his neck tilted back just enough to battle with his tongue. Finally calming him enough with an expert suck around his tongue. Slowly pulling back for him to feel the tightness of your lips pulling around him.

Wantonly he moans, confidently wrapping your waist to plant your bottom right against where his jeans have begun to protrude. Pushing your thighs down to meet the size permeating.

“Won’t you let me take care of you?” You coo, licking his earlobe. Emphasizing the question with a roll of your hips that has one of Jeno’s cocks digging deep into your underwear. He gazes up, already appearing lost in a daze, nodding furiously.

“Please..please.” Jeno begs, he begs. Licking at his upper lip with thirst.

You can’t resist smearing the spit on his lips with another kiss. Sharing heated gusts of breath between panting and grinding together. Jeno fully hard now, whimpering louder the more you bounce your ass down against him.

That’s how you end up on your bed continuing to explore each other’s mouths, three fingers knuckle deep thrusting in and out of your core.

“Jeno, I’m ready. I promise.” You clasp his wrist to stop his movements. Nearing the point of your climax the longer he works you up, scissoring long digits through the unyielding slick that puddles under your ass. Not mentioning the preparation you’ve put in since the last time to ensure you can take him.

“No.. won’t fit, have to..” he anguishes, nose scrunched. Thumbing faster at your clit, pressing over and over again on the same spot whenever you can’t hold back another moan.

“Trust me, I can do it.” You confirm with more kisses, twitching up under the weight of his palm pressed on your mound. “Wanna feel you.”

Jeno seems reluctant, chewing his lower lip in thought. Indulging in the softness you dab across his chin and jaw.

“Don’t..don’t lie for my sake yeah? I can..jerk off again.” With a gulp he sits up to remove the rest of his clothes. Taking a deep breath in as he slides off his briefs.

“I can take both..” you nod rapidly, sliding your fingers around your tongue to collect a wad of spit. Reaching down to spread your entrance open more, it’s hard enough with the amount of slick that’s continuously pouring from your hole. Pulsing around nothing as you watch worry etch across Jeno’s handsome features.

“Don’t wanna hurt you, last time..” he mumbles off. Securely gripping around the base of his cocks to cool the urgent need to fuck you full.

“Jeno, please, I want both.” Grabbing onto his hips, you pull him close until your bodies are flush together. “Want you to feel good, cum inside of me. Can’t take it anymore, I need you.”

“Fuck..” he croons, larger cock gliding through your folds coated in slick. “S-sure? A-are you sure?”

“Please! Give me!” Kicking your feet, you lift up to smack his ass with your foot. Accidentally angling your hips higher enough for the tip of Jeno’s length to catch on your entrance. The two of you hissing in surprise, quickly he squeezes around both with one fist to a painful point.

He starts to nod rapidly, eyes locked on your glistening pelvis. Circling the tips of his lengths together until they gleam covered in absurd amounts of slick.

Jeno clamps down on his lengths pushing the tips past your tight heat. Sliding in easier with the arousal dripping out. Biting down a cry painfully until his lower lip tears, he checks in. Panting and asking if you’re okay, met with nothing but silent overwhelmed nods. It’s maddening how full you feel. The larger cock pushing down enhancing the stretch against your ass. The scales forcing shivers to erupt with each indescribable scratch against your walls. A new high you’ve never felt before, taking over the little coherency left.

“Fuck..I’m..” Jeno grits, breathing harshly as he stares between your bodies. Ready to pass out just from the visual of your cunt filled with both of his dicks. One swirl of his hips finds the right angle, burying in deep to the hilt with a painful groan. “S-so tight. Ughh.”

Your neck aches, lifted watching the tip of one cock pushing at the skin under your belly button. Stuffed to the brim full of throbbing cocks, pumping in and out to the point of mind blanking insanity.

“Feel me?” Jeno asks, pushing down on the expanse of your abdomen, causing a noisy crying moan from your mouth. “Good? Feel good? You feel so good for me.”

“Yes yes yes!” You whine, reaching down to squeeze around Jeno’s cock. Stroking your stomach up and down over his moving length to jerk him off somehow. Enough to have Jeno’s head falling forward with his mouth hung open letting out muted screams. Thrusting in slow and deep consumed by the wet slick heat trickling down past his balls, your palm cocooned around his tip. Cocks squished together more and more as you roughly convulse around him.

He can’t hold back as you start to clench down, crying out with every bumpy scale knocking against your nerves more delectably with each thrust. Stretched more than ever, crazed by the tip of his lengths meeting your cervix with pounding kisses. Better than any dick you’ve taken…times two.

“Jeno Jeno..” you wail, arching up by your neck. A strong grip lands on your shoulders to hold you in place for extra leverage. Jeno chases after release faster the more you close up around him. Throbbing through each ridge up his spine down to the area between his thighs. The pleasure exploding throughout his body stronger than any he’s ever felt. Pushing his orgasm to rise faster than normal.

“Oh fuck, oh fuck fuck.” Tremors shake between the both of you inside out.

“Cumming, gimme cum please!” You jerk up the bed, grabbing onto his muscular waist, nodding and shouting for him to cum like a broken record.

“It’s all for you.” His hips collide at high speed against yours. Sounding out noisy and wet every time your skin rubs together. Grunting raspy broken moans in time with his thrusts. “All of it..it’s yours. You, only you.”

It’s impossible to understand anything he’s saying beyond the static that’s filled your mind. Foot slamming down on your bed with hard thumps. Slick gushes out around him upon your release, too plugged with no way out. Squirting around his lengths aggressively as your entire body convulses.

Jeno’s head spins, struggling to penetrate past your walls clamping down on his girths. Mewling in near anguish from the sudden relief drowning out of him. He thrusts once, twice, falling to a slow pointed grind.

“Thank you, thank you.” Biting down on his lip, Jeno whimpers, repeating a chant of gratitude as his eyes water up. Bodily stinging as cum shoots out heavily, sucking his stomach in to the point of empty. Collapsing down drooling on your shoulder to suppress a cry, he continues to spew on. “Thank you, thank you. Ah fuck, thank you.”

You have to clamp your lips shut to keep in a chuckle, not wanting to ruin the moment. A serene sensation passes from Jeno, weightless as he catches his breath on top of you. Lifting his neck to kiss up your jaw gently.

“Not yet..” you whisper, circling his trim waist with both arms to stay in place. Jeno shifting just enough to stir a warmth in your stomach.

“Hey your..” he starts smiling, raspy as he turns to speak against the column of your throat. “Your foot was..”

“You thanked me for letting you cum.” You interrupt, holding back a yawn. Jeno hides further between your neck and shoulder muffling his groan, close enough to kiss the crown of his head. “You’re welcome by the way.”

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Teddy Bear (M)

Preview: The day you met Haechan remains one of your fondest memories.

The day he moved away reminds you that you’ve lived through heartbreak once before.

“We’ll talk everyday!” Haechan’s round cheeks bunched up. Throwing his arms around you with all of his might. Enough to make you stumble into him.

If he hadn’t lied, maybe the memory would hurt less.

Pairing: Jeno x female reader

Word Count: 8.3k+

Genre: College AU, one shot, pwp, heavy dubcon/noncon elements(don’t read if that makes you uncomfortable. thanks.), dark fic, M/F

Warning: bullying, questionable ‘happy’ ending, drug use mentioned once, possessive/obsessive behavior, lies deceit manipulation etc.

Smut Warning: misuse of a plushie, oral(M), degradation, thigh riding, bulging, dacryphilia, dumbification, breeding

“Hey! I picked that first!” Refusing to let go of the volume 1 Uzumaki that you’ve scoured through shelves for weeks to read, you practically collide into a pile of shipment boxes.

“NO! I did!” The boy in front of you wastes no time to play dirty, shuffling closer without loosening his grip on the manga. Side swiping one of your legs swiftly with his foot until you fall. Landing on a pile of hard and soft cover books with breath knocked from your lungs. He smiles largely, Uzumaki held above his head in victory. “That’s what you get!”

Blowing spit and sticking out his tongue, he breaks into a run toward the exit. Willing yourself back on your feet, you charge after him until you’re close enough to reach for hair flying off his head with each slam of his feet. Inches from the door, he’s yanked back. Fisting a chunk of silky dark locks, you dig your heels to the floor. Screaming like a banshee, throwing your weight forward to knock him down.

“Ahhh!” He screams mortifyingly loud, whining and writhing away from underneath you. Book clutched under both arms to his chest. “Get off of me!”

“Give me back the book!”

“No!” Shouting, he struggles, dramatically falling back flat. Feet kicking behind you against the ground. “Why are you so strong!”

“I have to help my mother carry crates of fruit to the farmer’s market every week.” You explain, grabbing a tuft of his hair to pull on again. Agony streaks his delicate features, button nose scrunched up drawing out a hiss.

“Stopppp, that hurts!” Sighing, he blinks. Water filled doll-like eyes stare up at you. Weakening the hold on his scalp, you settle back. Just realizing the awkward position you’ve landed yourself in, butt pressed down on his flat stomach. “Listen.”

Shaking off your hand, he pushes up on his elbows. Coyly smiling, big enough for the bridge of his nose to scrunch. “We can share it.”

“What??”

“The manga, we can read it together!” He pipes up as if it’s the most brilliant idea.

“No. I don’t want to.” You mumble, pushing up to stand. “I don’t even know you.”

He sits up too, rubbing the tender spot that throbs painful on his head. “I’m Haechan!”

“I don’t care.”

An annoyed huff pushes air out between his lips. Settling on his knees, book in one hand. His smile grows wider. “You might not care, but now you know me.”

The day you met Haechan remains one of your fondest memories.

The day he moved away reminds you that you’ve lived through heartbreak once before.

“We’ll talk everyday!” Haechan’s round cheeks bunched up. Throwing his arms around you with all of his might. Enough to make you stumble into him.

If he hadn’t lied, maybe the memory would hurt less.

Haechan bribes you with a paper bowl of steaming hot convenience store ramen. “If you share the book with me, I’ll share my noodles with you. Hey, I’ll even buy you some strawberry milk.”

The rumble your stomach gives is almost too perfect. Haechan smiling, dragging you back to the reading nook in the small comic store.

“You’re reading too fast!” He exclaims, splashing soup broth across the page. “I haven’t even finished this panel yet!”

“You read too slow!”

“Hey,” he leans back, arching a brow. “You’re kind of mean huh? I like that.”

Instead of pleasing him with a response, you throw the paperback at his lap. “Fine, you turn the pages. My arms tired anyway.”

“Mean girl.” Haechan mumbles, smirking. Offering you a forkful of noodles. Unsure if it’s anger or nerves filling your cheeks with a flush of heat.

That’s how you end up spending summer indoors. Cooped up together inside of the comic book store sharing your favorite recommendations with each other. Haechan preferred more gore and action, which made sense when you first read Uzumaki together.

Mentioning he wanted to reread it a couple of months later but was unable to find it anywhere. Probably because you kept it in a box under your bed along with the now empty bottle of strawberry milk he bought you. Plus the various coin machine prizes he’d won over time and offered to you. Claiming ‘I already have that’.

It’s not that you have a crush on Haechan. You like him. He’s nice, always smiling, and never reacts to the attitude you give him. He’s more insistent you hang out than you can understand.

“You’re moving?” By the time next summer rolls around, Haechan’s stomping around in front of you. Pulling out different mangas and putting them back in frustration.

“My dad’s been working on some mobile app for years.” He starts to explain. “I don’t know, this rich CEO in Seoul purchased it for like….a lot. Dad said we have to relocate, there’s way more opportunity in Seoul..”

“That’s good, I’m sure your families really proud of him..” doing your best to sound happy. You pretend to find the book in your hands much more interesting than it is. Seoul’s a 5 hour drive away, a little more than 3 by bullet train. Not that you could afford a ticket, never even venturing further than 5 miles from the only town you’ve ever known.

Haechan plops down next to you dropping his bouncy head of hair down on your shoulder. “Seoul’s really far..”

“I’ve never been..”

“You wouldn’t come visit me?” He turns to ask, the tip of his nose faintly grazing your cheek. Digging your two front teeth into your lower lip to placate the nerves that jump out of nowhere.

“Seoul is really expensive..” Haechan’s mouth droops to one side, upset by your answer.

“..Will you at least come by tomorrow when I leave?”

“Of course I will.” You assure, shifting to allow a small area to form between your bodies. Haechan had a habit of intruding on your personal space. Whereas you avoid affection, he craves it. Enjoys sharing everything, clinging on to your arms and shoulders whenever you hang out together. Making it difficult to dislike him even when you try to convince yourself he has negative traits.

The most negative being that he’d be moving away. Too far away.

“My dad bought me an iPhone,” Haechan beams, already customizing the phone’s background to a photo of Ryuk. “Here’s my number, you can text me.. when you get a phone..”

Drifting off on the last few words, he’s fast to change the atmosphere. Pressing his growing body to your side, slower than the growth spurt you’d experienced recently. He pushes up on to his toes planting a wet kiss to your cheek.

“Don’t forget about me?” Haechan whispers, brown pools tinted orange honey twinkling hopefully.

Running off, he waves, leaving behind a phone number scribbled on your palm and a trace of pouty lips on your skin. Burning in the aftermath.

That would be the last time Haechan spoke to you as a friend.

——————————————————-

“You remember the Lee family? That little boy you used to hang out with.” Your mom casually mentions over lunch one day. Age written over her features beyond her years. Today had been a tough one, unloading heavy crates only for a thunderstorm to ruin the chance of making any money.

“Sure.” You mumble, nursing a spoonful of hot soup hoping that will warm you up better than the weak fireplace you tried to start up with more ashes than logs.

“There’s these ads going around, sponsoring a child that comes from poverty.” She starts, sliding the newspaper your way. Big bold letters about an underdog hero, modern day Robin Hood giving back to his community. “You’re too smart for the school systems your father and I can afford.”

“This is a charity case.” You reply distastefully, reading the description. Full scholarship ride and housing covered, guaranteed a position to intern at Mr. Lee’s company to complete your credits.

“I’ve sent in an application for you.” She smiles, smoothing out a folded paper. “You’re one of the top 5, but you have to interview in Seoul. I don’t want you to struggle the way we have anymore.”

“I’m not struggling mom, I don’t want to move to Seoul.” You say, avoiding the letter. She sighs, biting back her tongue.

“Your dad has been putting in overtime, this weekend you will take the bullet train to Seoul. I cannot go with you, but I know you will flourish and achieve great things. You can be better than Mr. Lee even.” She finalizes, clasping her hands together. “We must find you something suitable to wear.”

She’s not wrong, over the years you work hard. Assisting your mother in any way with her job to make ends meet. Throttling yourself into nothing but studying, even growing less interested in the hobbies you once indulged in as a kid.

Things became more clear with time. That alone is obvious as you look at the second hand iPhone you started a piggy-bank for after Haechan moved. Able to pay for it and the cheapest service you could find finally after 4 years. It felt too late by then to bother texting him, it’s not as if he ever bothered to call.

Your mother was right, of course, Mr. Lee had gone from a broke engineer to a successful one developing various softwares for mobile phones and computers. His story is one you see spoken of often in newspapers and magazines, a local millionaire lifting his life up from nothing to a success overnight. It only took him 10 years, not that it ever gets mentioned.

“You’re the perfect example of prospering despite the environment you’ve been raised in.” Is what a woman wearing heels too high and a perfectly tight ponytail lifting her brows to two sharp lines says across from you. “I can’t wait to see your development, with an IQ like this there is no way you won’t soar to the top of your class.”

There is no way. Until there is.

‘I am still too shy to tell you how much I really like you. Given our current circumstances, I don’t think it’s the right time for us to take this next step. I hope you will have patience with me. In the meantime I will continue to admire your beauty at a distance. Pray for my heart, it hasn’t beat at a normal pace since you arrived.

-Your Teddy Bear’

The note crinkles between your fingertips. Lodged beneath a stuffed teddy bear plush that’s hanging from your locker. Attached by a string that has been neatly wrapped into a bow. The plush has silky brown fur, a patch of a red heart shot through by an arrow on its chest. It’s from the build-a-bear store, custom made, special, just for you.

‘Your Teddy Bear’ rereading the signature draws nausea up to your throat. It was no secret as to who walked around campus proudly nicknamed ‘baby bear’ because of his gentle cute resemblance to the animal.

Haechan Lee even sported a small fuzzy brown bear patch on his varsity jacket. One his girlfriend had insisted on ironing on to it after she began to steal the jacket off of him. The nickname was harmless, cute, yet made your stomach churn to read again.

“Aren’t you too old to carry around a stuffed animal?” Jeno’s locker rickashay’s loudly next to you. Breaking your stupor that’s held you in place long enough to miss the morning announcements. “Immature, don’t you think?”

Instead of acknowledging Jeno with any type of response, you shove the plush inside your bag. Distracted by punching it down to the bottom, the note drops from your hold landing at Jeno’s feet. He’s bending to pick it up before you’ve noticed, beginning to recite it outloud where he stands by your side.

“Pray for my heart?” Jeno scoffs. Throwing in a snorted laugh as you spin to face him. Shooting out your arm to snatch the note away from him. His laugh grows louder, shifting to perch on his toes and create longer distance between your limbs. “Don’t tell me you have a secret admirer? You??”

Jeno laughs boisterously at your jumping and cursing. Swatting at his bicep to retrieve the letter. “As if anyone would ever take an interest in you out of any of the girls enrolled. The only admiration anyone has for you is to make fun of these Good Will thrifted outfits you try to make look fashionable.”

Jeno mocks you, pinching your sweater at the shoulder as if you’re too disgusting to touch. His nose scrunching up, shaking away the material. “You’re worse than a pest. These scholarship programs just let in any trash off the street these days. Fucking charity cases.”

If you weren’t familiar with Jeno’s insufferable torment by now, you’d jump at the chance to talk back. Having to bite your tongue to resist the urge. A lesson he made sure you were quick to learn after the first week of the semester.

“Big mistake.” Jeno said after your belongings spilled out of your backpack. An uncapped black sharpie dropped on his white high-top Chuck Taylor’s. The tiniest, most minuscule black dot left behind on the toe of his foot.

Needless to say, your introduction was not an easy one. It just so happened that Jeno headed the same direction to his first class. Shoving past you with more aggression than necessary into the lecture hall. Of course he had the same morning class as you, because the universe had no reason to assist you. Not if Jeno Lee had any say about it.

Jeno could have sat anywhere, rows of empty seats up and down the aisles. Tons left in the back for anyone who preferred to zone out, catch more sleep. That would be logical, right? Instead he opted to sit directly behind you. Whispering up close to your ear, digging the pointed tips of a compass into your shoulder blade.

“Snitch, I dare you.” Jeno hissed. Chomping on gum noisily directly into your ear.

Stretching out his leg, Jeno drops his foot on your upper thigh. Bending at the knee with intention to leave a shoe print behind on your leg. He leans over closer, until only an inch of his butt sits on the lecture chair. “I just got these for school. Brand new pair, last left in my size.”

He grunts annoyed. Dragging the sharp compass down hard enough to leave lines on the back of your shirt. Jeno’s foot digs harder until he has your teeth clenched to bite down a pained whimper. “Should have you lick it until it’s clean. Better yet, bring your toothbrush tomorrow. Scrub them until they look fresh out of the factory.”

To say you started off on the wrong foot, literally, with Jeno would be an understatement. From that day forward he made sure to crowd into your space. Whether it be during class, or at your locker.

“Hey, Jeno dude. What’s going on here?” A voice carries down the hall. Jeno’s eyelashes flutter shut with irritation, forcing a cheerful smile on. He throws an arm around your shoulder, turning to face Haechan’s approaching figure.

“Hey man! Ah, you know. This one is always begging to see what snacks I have in my bag.” Jeno fabricates some story. Much too quick and sly for his own good. “I try to tell her, it’s a surprise for class!”

Haechan squints between the two of you. His girlfriend, Sinclair, waves at various friends passing by in a rush to class. With his arm wrapped around her waist as they enter the building. The epitome of a university’s power couple, especially in their matching Balenciaga sweaters today.

“If I remember correctly, she likes to eat ramen packets dry.” Haechan adds. Acknowledging you with a wink. “At least that was one of our favorites to share when we were kids.”

“That’s perfect, because there is no way I have time to warm up this cup of noodles before class now.” Jeno goes on lying. Pulling a face as the first bell to get your ass to class rings blaringly loud.

“Catch you at lunch, yeah?” Haechan waves your direction, lifting his chin Jeno’s way with a ‘later’. Moving along with Sinclair to their perspective classes.

Jeno groans, whipping his arm away with extra force. Purposefully jamming his hip into your side until you visibly grimace. Colliding against the set of lockers behind you.

“Be careful!” Jeno exclaims with large eyes. His palms slap onto your waist roughly, pushing you harder into the lockers. The handle and a large lock on one digs into your spine. Jeno’s gaze falls flat, eyelids thinning down to slits with a hardened expression. “You wouldn’t want to hurt yourself, now would you?”

He lets you go abruptly, spinning on his heel to catch up to a group of his friends. Not before stepping back swiftly to catch you off guard. Jeno’s shoulder budges against yours, making your back clatter into the lockers again with a groan. A sneer spreads across his lips, hand laid flat on the center of your stomach to keep you held in place.

“Watch out for yourself now, Teddy.” Jeno grins. “You never know who’s really watching you.”

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Focusing in class had been easier said than done after this morning's ordeal. Jeno’s taunts hardly bothered you as much as he probably wished for, but the teddy bear suffocating at the bottom of your bag did.

It couldn’t actually be from Haechan? Not after the less than enthusiastic way he greeted you upon recognizing each other during your first week. He made it apparent enough that he’d prefer for you to not mention the truth behind how you two knew each other.

It happened over lunch one day, Haechan must have felt guilty after borrowing your notes the week before. Inviting you to join his group of friends, insisting that you do.

That’s how you end up clenching your teeth next to Jeno. Jeno who immediately creates a tense air asking if Haechan knows you or something.

“Well yeah we, uh.. her mother! Used to deliver fruits and vegetables to my house. We would hang out as kids.. sometimes.” Haechan stares at you for a minute. Sighing before sporting a fake smile. “She’s in my dad’s scholarship program now.”

Sinclair giggles at that by his side. Turning to her best friend with a brand new iPhone covering her whispering lips. A photo of Haechan pressing a kiss to her cheek covering the case. Exactly, Haechan has a girlfriend.. A perfect, high class, designer wearing, spoiled princess.

Jeno leans over once Haechan manages to redirect the topic back to nonsense about sports. “That’s not how you really know each other is it?”

If your childhood friend wanted to wish for the past to never exist, why shouldn’t you?

“That is, my mother used to deliver fresh produce to his families estate.” You lie, feigning confidence. Jeno scowls, pressing in closer near your ear for no one else to listen.

“You smell like a liar.” He turns just slightly, letting strands of your hair trace across the bridge of his nose. “Like dirt poor trash, someone who had to work for pennies and dimes since childhood.”

A shout threatens to rip free past your lips. Jolting straight, you face Jeno abruptly. Defined brows lift, egging you to do something. ‘Snitch, I dare you.’ That’s what he said.

The old you would have fought back, the naive innocent you that hadn’t been crushed by the weight of harsh existence yet.

“Did you bring you your toothbrush?” Jeno sneaks up on you a few days after your unforgettable meeting. This time you were at least smart enough to hide the note in your pocket when he spoke.

‘I enjoy watching you study. You probably have no idea how your forehead wrinkles, how often you huff and groan to yourself. Writing so pretty and neat, everything about you is so perfect, isn’t it? I hope you will study with me one day. I’m willing to bet there is so much you can teach me.

-Your Teddy Bear’

Haechan had asked to borrow your notes in the library yesterday.

“You’re in Bio-Chem too?” He notes, peeping over your shoulder. “Wow, you’re smart huh? No wonder my dad won’t shut up about you.”

Haechan’s tongue clicks, whining about how he’s failing the course. “Can I borrow your notes? I really need to ace this next exam. Promise I’ll give them back.”

By now for as smart as you are, you should know he’s no good with promises. What he’s good at is resting his head on your shoulder, batting his pretty eyes. Poking out his lips in an irritatingly cute pouty shape.

“You know, no one knows I used to be poor.” Haechan brings it up one day. Stretching and cracking his back while seated next to you in the library. None of his friends ever seemed to venture into these parts..

“Are you ashamed of where you came from?” You ponder, keeping your eyes trained on words jumbling together. Even his voice had become more mesmerizing to listen to than you’d prefer to admit.

“No?” Haechan sounds confused, cheeks bouncing side to side in thought. “Maybe I am.”

“I think you are.”

“I’ve changed a lot right?” Haechan smiles, obviously happy about that.

“You definitely have.” Looking over his face, you think, a lot is an understatement. A once cute playful boy selfless enough to split his favorite candy bars with you. Erased and replaced by an arrogant lazy snob who couldn’t even bother to finish his assignments.

All the years you wondered once in a while what had become of your special friend Haechan. Has Seoul treated him well? Did he adapt nicely?

He changed, you changed, but even knowing this you held a shred of hope that your teddy bear could still be somewhere in there.

“Hey,” Jeno pushes on your spine, crashing chest first into your locker. “I asked you something, are you dumb?”

“What do you want me to answer first?” You mumble annoyed.

“Pfft.” Jeno glances around, taking a hold of your arm from behind. “You’re talking back to me?”

Walking down the hall, Jeno moves you with him outside. Trudging past groups with people waving and smiling whenever anyone greets him. “Let me guess, you did not bring your toothbrush?”

“Can’t you leave me alone today? I have an exam in an hour.” You argue, attempting to free yourself from his hold. Jeno scoffs at that, pushing you inside a bathroom that’s luckily empty.

“You like to play dumb, don’t you?” With no warning, Jeno cups your shoulders forcing you down onto your knees. Quickly throwing an old toothbrush at your face. He leans back against the door, foot landing on your thigh. “You want to study? Start cleaning.”

“What the fuck? No!” Anger takes over, refusing to indulge this sick game Jeno’s taken to playing. He’d have to find someone else to victimize today.

“Did I ask?” Jeno balls your hair up in fists, pulling until your back arches. Stunned, your jaw flies open, regrettably moaning.

It shouldn’t feel good. It doesn’t feel good, but it does.

Clamping your lips together, you’re fast to look away. Not fast enough for Jeno to miss it. “Disgusting.” He snickers.

That doesn’t stop a smirk from painting his lips. Pulling the tufts of hair harder until you’re swallowing back humiliating moans. Each pull loosening the tension and stress locking your neck in place. Weeks of worry and fear, constantly dwelling on the future.

“You like this, don’t you?” Jeno smiles, lapping his lower lip. Instead of answering you reach for the toothbrush, pressing it to the foot that’s still stepping heavily on your leg. “Nu-uh, that won’t do dumby.”

Roughly throwing your head down until you fold over, Jeno orders for you to lick his shoe clean first. “You think that’s going to get clean by just brushing it? God, how stupid are you?”

The memory of dragging your wet tongue across the minuscule black dot on Jeno’s new shoes sickens you. Playing like a VHS tape that’s been rewinded one too many times, constantly skipping scenes, showing the same one over and over again.

The worst part was when he demanded you finish the job with a kiss. “Consider it an apology for ruining my fucking day.”

That’s what Jeno said, discreetly adjusting his crotch before stepping out heading to class.

Each day turned into another strategic move, Jeno sat across from you. Knocking over your chessman, slowly draining you of any will to fight against him.

“You love studying so much, don’t fucking move.” Jeno sets a third thick hardcover book down. Sweats trickling down your forehead, salty wetness landing between the split of your lips. Resisting the urge to whimper and cry. Arms ready to give out under the weight of books he’s forced you to carry in each hand while on your knees.

“You always have your face buried in these books.” Jeno mumbles from behind. Pulling your hair into two separate sections to grab on. “Do you see how even the things you love can hurt you.”

Those words echoed through your mind often as well. Most of the time he had nothing nice to say, well, he never had anything nice to say.

Sometimes he made sense. He played a role like everyone else, smiling and boasting about upcoming trips. All the places he’s traveled to, the luxury sports car he spent every weekend waxing off until it sparkled like glitter.

It’d become a routine. Sleep. Study. Evade Jeno. Reread the daily notes from your teddy bear.

‘You looked so pretty today, I noticed your lip color matched your nails. Was that for me? Do you know I’m watching you? I’m always watching you. I want you to be mine, we’re the same you and I.

If you want to meet me, please bring the teddy bear to school tomorrow and meet me in Room 0423.

-Your Teddy Bear’

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Room 0423 hasn’t been occupied in years. Construction put on hiatus in favor of building a new wing, the end of the hallway you walk through hasn’t been in use since a freak fire some years back. Charred lockers and messed up tiling. Only a few of the rooms near the entrance are still put to use for the photography classes to use as dark rooms. It was rare to ever find students in the area. Other than when Jeno would drag you to one of the empty bathrooms nearby.

If someone wanted to meet in private it made sense to do it in the abandoned building, not that knowing that did anything to quill your nerves.

The room itself isn’t in such bad shape. Mostly dusty bookshelves and window sills from lack of maintenance. For the most part completely unharmed by the fire, accumulating debris and ashes from air circulation.

Even the chalkboard looked freshly washed still, tracing your finger across it with hardly any marks left behind. No sign of life, empty memories.

“You’re here.” A voice you know too well to easily confuse for Haechan startles you enough to jump up with a gasp. Jeno struts between the rows of desks, the door clicking shut behind him. His necks arched back displaying the full width of his muscular throat, prominent Adam’s apple. Shoulders solid and broad with hands in his pockets tapering his waist even more.

“Jeno?” Confusions more evident in the wrinkle between your brows. Tightly clutching the teddy bear plush to your chest the closer Jeno comes. Only stopping once there’s hardly any space left between the two of you, just enough to loom a dark shadow over your figure. “What are you doing here?”

“You know what I’m doing here.” Jeno rolls his eyes. Neck loosening in a stretch side to side cracking with each precise movement. “Oh..”

The tips of his fingers graze his upper lip, eyes large by the stretch of his brow yanking them to fully open. Emitting a mocking gasp, his lips part open to add more shock. “Right. You really thought Haechan was the one sending you those letters didn’t you?”

“Did he tell you about this?” You wonder, Jeno is one of Haechan’s best friends after all..

“My stupid teddy bear.” Jeno smirks, tugging on the bear's ear squeezed to death in your grasp. “I thought you were smart and would figure it out sooner. You must really like him to act this brainless.”

“What.. you—?” Jeno lets out a sarcastic gasp, wide gaze adding mockery.

“There’s that dim light bulb.” He snarls, hissing between his teeth. “I made it so obvious, didn’t I? The thing is, you so desperately wanted it to be Haechan..”

“I don’t get it, why would you? You hate me that much?” Of course it wasn’t Haechan. Not Haechan who didn’t even want to remember the times you cherished.

“Not at all.” Jeno coo’s when your eyes start to water. “I’ve thought about it..” his head tilts, admiring the tears cascading down your warm cheeks over his thumbs. Trickling way past his wrist watch, following a path of veins along his forearm. The idea of your pain against his strength doing more to excite him than he can stand much longer.

“If we had met under different circumstances. If my father hadn’t groveled like some pathetic loser to Haechan’s dad to save us. To continue developing my education in this overpriced prissy shithole..”

The corner of Jeno’s lip tweaks, it’s as much of a smile as he’s ever shown you up until now. Leaning in closer to lick the stream of tears landing at the crevice of your nose. He stays near, whispering just by your eye. “We could have met in a different way, community college or some bullshit. We could have had a chance at normalcy.”

He stands up right, kissing his teeth. Shoving the pads of his fingers deeper into your cheeks until the fat dips beneath. “But you had to like Haechan. That pretentious upper class rich asshole who’s never had to fend for shit his entire life. He’ll never understand where you come from.”

Jeno licks his lips, salivating the more you cough and cry. Brain throbbing from the collapsed image before him, in his hands. A broken pathetic thing to rebuild how he wants, make perfect. “I understand. I see you for what you really are. We’re the same really, you and I.”

“I’m nothing like you!” You squeak, gripping onto the teddy bear's neck for a confidence boost. “You’re awful! You’re the most horrendous person I’ve ever met.”

“I’m trash.” Jeno states proudly. Licking the back of his hand clean of your spilled tears. “Just like you. I knew after watching you for only a few days.”

Reminding yourself that Jeno doesn’t deserve anything from you, you push past him headed for the door. Pulled by your waist to lay against his chest. “Where do you think you’re going teddy? We’re not done here. We’re just getting acquainted.”

“Let me go!” Dropping the stuffed bear, you fight against his thick forearms squeezing around you. Kicking back at Jeno’s legs.

“Fine!” Jeno really let’s you go, squatting down to pull your hair before you can crawl away. Erupting a string of cursed screams, he pulls you too roughly. Finding a few strands of hair between his fingers later.

“You’re a smart girl when it comes to those stupid books teddy,” he says, positioning you on your knees. Something he’s become familiar with. “But you’re so fucking stupid when it comes to literally everything else, huh?”

He has the nerve to laugh, pushing your loose sweater off. Tsking and mumbling about how it’s a shame you cover yourself up so much. “I could tell though.”

Tweaking your chest, Jeno rips your top away, seams bursting from his brutal hands. Pressing a kiss on your sternum, he blinks up, observing the droplets hanging from the tip of your nose. “So pretty when you cry like that. That’s how I make you cry teddy.”

Jeno moves the teddy bear beneath your lower half. Thighs spread over its face. The same plush you’ve cuddled and held for nights, pretending Haechan could like you. That you could be the one wearing matching clothing with him..

Seeming pleased with your position, Jeno rips your underwear to the side. Grabbing one of your shoulders, his other hand trails up past your breast. Nose meeting yours with a soft kiss to your upper lip.

“Bet you wish your real teddy bear would come save you now.” Jeno laughs in your face. Taking a hold of your neck, he pushes until your cunt presses down on the plushies face. Whimpering filled with embarrassment.

Jeno wishing he only had a camera set-up to remind you of what a dumb whore you are with photos plastered all over the inside of your locker. Dropping one on the floor in class just to make you squirm. Next time, he’d have to remember.

“Do you know how stupid you look right now teddy?” Jeno gathers a chunk of your hair mercilessly. Yanked back to the point of miserable strain in your neck. Cock throbbing hard enjoying the shame taking over your soft face. “Come here.”

A sick satisfaction fills his chest, obliging you to sit on one of his thighs. Jeno relaxes into the old teachers chair, cupping one side of your hips. “Move.”

Biting down on his lip, Jeno’s other hand presses on your stomach. Shifting you to move up and down his thigh enough for your clit to rub roughly against his slacks. Flexing muscles against your inner thighs on purpose to get you more frustrated.

“Fucking your toy wasn’t enough?” He says meanly, wrapping an arm around your waist until you’re flush to his chest. “Such a dumb stupid little moronic slut.”

His free hand reaches up, prodding three fingers inside your mouth. Shoved deep enough to gag around. He starts thrusting them in and out quickly. Pushing back far enough to make you choke and cough. Gurgling up wads of drool that spill out gathering around his wrist.

“Tell me, tell me what a dumb slut you are.” Jeno bounces beneath you. Knee jerking between your legs in a harsh manner until you’re riding his thigh. Eyes rolled up moaning around the fingers clogging your mouth.

“I-I’m du-uhm” he knows you can’t properly speak. Gagging and lurching until the top of his button down shirts drenched in saliva.

“Look at this fucking mess you made, stupid and filthy.” Jeno rips free from your mouth, smacking wetly on your cheek until you glance between your bodies. His chest rising and falling faster with each bated breath.

“Clean. It. Up.” Controlling you by your hair again, he pushes your face into his chest. Hard enough to make you gasp for air. Thigh roughly stimulating your clit with no loss of speed. He reaches down, landing hard whip-like smacks on your ass. Rolling your face against the sloppy mess of drool. “Have to do everything for you.”

Standing up suddenly, Jeno pushes you too hard, crashing down on your knees, painful enough to sting. He peers down at you, slowly unbuttoning his top.

“Look at that.” Nodding to a near invisible sheen at the top of his abs, his tongue clicks. “Lick it off.”

Lick it off, just how you licked his shoe. Inching your tongue past every dip and muscle on his stomach just to get to the spot he’s complained about. That’s what Jeno meant, he meant to clean him. Clean him, make him less of a piece of shit.

“Exactly, maybe you aren’t just book smart.” He sighs pleased. Hard cock digging against your chin while you take extra time to dip in and out of his bellybutton. Lost in the thought of how smooth his skin feels under your tongue. A vivid image of Jeno standing under hot water, lathered up in soap, removing every trace of body hair that would hide any of his perfect figure.

Jeno could get off on this alone. The random sucks you give to each carved muscle. Twitching under your mouth’s working movements. But that would do nothing to calm his thoughts of painting your face with lines of cum. Jerking off on your eyes just to watch you suffer and cry about how you can’t see. Having to beg him to help you clean it off.

Undoing his pants, he considers it. Pushing them down past his narrow hips enough to let his balls breathe. He strokes lazily over himself, the tips of his fingers barely touching. Terrified large eyes stare up, the visual of his cock taking over most of your face from this angle dizzying enough to make him eyes roll.

“Jeno, please..I can’t. You’re too big..” a soft broken beg trails up to his ears. Cock twitching at the misery filling your vocals.

“Kiss it, at the tip.” He says huskily. Jerking the fat length before you. Slit glowing with stringy precum, dangling loose. “Taste it. I’m not asking.”

He moves forward, not giving you much of a choice. The wet tip smearing on your pursed lips. Leaving behind a gloss coat. “Smell it, get in there teddy. That pathetic dumb mouth talks back a lot, I know you can do better.”

Another push has your lips wrapped snugly around the fat tip of Jeno’s cock. Dramatically crying now, throat and body already drained of energy. Precum drips fiercely out of his slit, dampening the center of your tongue with a bitter tangy taste.

Coughing around Jeno’s length finally breaching way half inside. He grunts irritated, pulling your hair harder until you let out a fresh batch of tears.

“God you suck at sucking cock.” His eyes roll, this time in frustration. Bending at his knees to move you onto the desk. Jeno strikes your ass three times for good measure. Claiming disobedience, but that you’re a fast learner. You’ll learn how to properly take dick under his teaching soon enough.

He licks your face clean of tears, shushing you, gently pressed to your lips. “You want a real reason to cry? I’ll give you one.”

Jeno’s got you on your back in seconds. Manhandling you around this classroom with strength you’d only experienced in short moments before. Tossed and turned any direction he wanted.

“I knew my teddy would have the prettiest pussy.” He smiles sharply. Pupils large and black, endorphins too high from the incessant pounding need to cum. Gripping himself around the base of his length to slap down on your slit. Folds gushing with wetness clapping around the heavy meat landing against you.

“Jeno, please..” you whine, eyes shut tight at the roll your hips give.

“So wet for me. What the fuck are you begging for? Too dumb to even understand how bad you wanna get fucked huh?” Lining up to your pulsating hole, he starts to push in. Relishing in the sounds of anguish pouring out of your lips. Neck going loose, soaking up every torn whimper your throat presents him.

“Good thing Haechan never got to fuck you.” Jeno smirks, struck by your mound lifting the further he pushes inside. “Would have fallen in love with you like the weak little bitch he is.”

Jeno’s bigger than the two guys you’ve hooked up with back home. Twice as thick and long. Broad figure hovering above you shadowing darkness around you. He’s monstrous, physically stretching your walls to fit the entirety of his length.

“My pretty teddy, with the tiniest pussy to ruin.” He keeps mumbling. Falling into his own daze of satisfaction. Cursing and chewing on his upper lip. He smacks your thigh, pushing the rest of his length in. Arching up under him with a pained cry, he’s so deep, too deep.

“Tell me you love it,” he reaches up, scooping your face to make you watch him. “Cry and shout, but look at how your pussy wants me. Gripping around me begging for my cum.”

“T-too big. Big, b-big.” You can’t rip away your gaze from where he collides with your core. Glistening cock plunging in and out, in and out. More coated in your arousal with each drawback. Impulsively squeezing every time Jeno fills you up again.

“Fuck, you’re too good for me aren’t you teddy? Pussy sucking on my cock better than that mouth can.” Jeno’s motions speed up. Trapping you in a folded position, legs pushed up onto his shoulders. He draws your ass half off the desk, ramming against your bottom hard enough for the old furniture to shake and creak underneath you. “Bet that pussy never gets used huh? I’ll change that, fuck you everyday until all your hole knows it how to take my cock.”

Jeno’s stamina only accelerates the more you cry. Groaning and rolling his eyes blissfully. Tongue laving the stream of tears dripping down past your chin. “Keep crying like that for me, say my name.”

Dropping one of your legs, he grabs onto your jaw, shaking your face side to side. Commanding you say his name again with a growl.

“Jeno!” You have to shout, fingers bury under your tongue. Tugging down until pools of saliva combine with the puddle of tears around you. Jeno motivated by your dirty appearance to fuck harder and faster. Aiming his next thrust with precision. Hitting the bundles of nerves that race down to your toes. Biting down on his fingers lodged halfway in your mouth to control the painful cries that sound.

“My dumb stupid teddy, cumming around my cock again.” Jeno shows no pity, fuckng with extra urgency past your convulsing heat. Sweat shoots off his face at the rapid succession of thrusts. Neck arched back revealing the expanse of his broad drenched chest. Traces of spit left behind on the chiseled lines etching definition on his stomach. Waist dipping with each pound of his pelvis down. Sharp enough to bruise and ache the backs of your thighs for days to come.

“Love how your pussy swallows me up.” Scrunching his brows together, Jeno looks down. Admiring how fast he glides in and out, coated in your release. “Need to cum.”

“No! no! Not inside!” Squirming away is useless with Jeno’s hands splayed around your waist. Delivering three more pointed thrusts, he groans falling down. Forehead rolling back and forth on your chest releasing raspy guttural cries. Steamy warmth fills you up, losing no rhythm, he keeps thrusting. Obscene sounds of wetness squish between your lower halves. Driving his hips forward until the last spurt of cum spills out.

“Out! Pull out!” You whimper, throat scratched up from too many cries and screams.

Jeno props himself up, masking your pleading with a noisy grunt. Circling his hips painfully against yours. He comes down to a slow grind, gripping one of your wrists, pressing your hand down on the skin bulging out above your navel.

“I’ll protect you. Never let that fucker Haechan near you again.” Jeno sounds crazed. Pressing the tips of your fingers against your abdomen’s skin covering the tip of his length. “Now you’ll be my teddy bear.”

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Jeno’s instructions are clear and concise. Be ready by 7am, wait for him at the corner bus stop, and don’t talk.

“I can’t stand chatter this early in the morning.” He drones on the way to school. “That’s why I like you, you’re quiet.”

You shouldn’t feel flattered, blaming the nervous stir passing through your stomach on skipping breakfast. If Jeno hadn’t petrified you into silence you’d let him know the truth- you’re only quiet because you’ve never wanted to talk to him. Why would you after his unrelenting harassment?

“Did you write down your schedule for me like I asked?” Jeno pulls into a parking spot, palm held open expectantly.

Of course you did, because you’d do anything Jeno asks of you now. His intentions are straight to the point, whether you want it or not he’d be around. Lurking in the shadows, peering over your shoulder. Observing you even at a distance, studying your every move.

“Good, let’s go to the main office. I’ll put in the transfer requests to match your schedule.” Jeno’s eyes are hidden behind black tinted frames. Fierce eyebrows bouncing above them in a snarky manner.

He doesn’t bother to grab the door for you, shoving his book bag at your chest. “See, once I’ve switched to all of your classes, we’ll be together all day.”

Jeno’s walking with his head held high. Smacking his lips as he goes on, keys twirling around a pointer finger. “You will finish all of my assignments. We’ll work together for every project.” Stopping abruptly, he forces a heaved breath from your chest with his forearm smacking against your ribs.

“Of course, you will sit next to me at all times. I expect my grades to be that of a student riding on a scholarship. Nothing but perfect scores.”

Jeno seems pleased by the silence he receives, pinching your chin between his thumb and index finger. “I told you, you’re perfect for me. We were made for each other.”

“Hey guys!” Haechan’s jogging down the hall toward the two of you. Waving and smiling, momentarily confused as he nears noticing Jeno touching you in such an unusual way. A soft growl passes through his throat, snapping away from facing you to hide your body as much as he can behind himself.

“Haechan.” Jeno stiffens up, taking a stance with hands on his hips to pump his chest out. Jaw locked tight, stretching his neck high to glare down at the other standing only a couple of inches shorter.

“Heyyy man?” Haechan hesitates, eyes crossing in confusion. Bouncing up on his toes to catch a glimpse of you behind Jeno. “What’s going on? Is everything—“

“It’s time for you to go to class.” Jeno clasp one of Haechan’s shoulders in a ruthless grip. Enough for a pained squeak to embarrassingly escape him.

“Dude, what the fuck?“ Haechan grunts attempting to shake off his ‘friend’ “What the fuck is your problem man.”

“You.” Jeno smirks, pushing Haechan further back. “You are my problem. A problem I’m tired of dealing with.”

“Jeno, what the fuck?!” Haechan sounds pissed off. Confusion evades him as fighting instinct sets in. Resisting to push back when he spots you peeking over Jeno’s shoulder. “Are you okay?!”

“DON’T talk to her.” Jeno spits, roughly shoving Haechan’s other shoulder until he trips back stumbling over his feet. “In fact, you will never speak to her again.”

“Man, I don’t know what the fuck you’re on.” Haechan grits, spine ramrod straight, resisting Jeno’s intimidation. “Stop telling me what to do.”

“I’m not telling you. I’m warning you.” Jeno swipes open his phone, tapping a few times before showing Haechan a display of photos. “Actually, I’m threatening you.”

Haechan’s lips part, taking in a deep breath, letting out a tired sigh. “What do you plan to do with those?”

“I could go to the principal? Local newspaper? Straight to daddy? Inform him of what a loser his son is?” Jeno smirks, proudly opening up incriminating photos of Haechan partaking in illegal drug use. “I can just see it now- millionaires chaebol son! Addicted to snorting away his father’s money!”

“Why are you doing this to me?” Haechan’s distress reminds you of your own. Who knows when Jeno’s plans had begun..

“I told you.” Stepping to stand by your side, Jeno’s arm drapes around your shoulders. “Don’t speak to her again, don’t even look at her. I have more than enough to ensure dear daddy cuts you off for good. See how much everyone loves you when you’re nothing but a slum like me.”

Haechan prepares to protest, lifting his hand to motion for Jeno to stop. Shot down and smacked away instantly.

“Come on, we’re gonna be late to class.” With lips pressed to your forehead, Jeno drags you away. Leaving his former friend gaping like a fish out of water.

It feels like a melancholy scene out of a movie. Haechan grows smaller and smaller the further Jeno moves the two of you along. Much like the day he moved away, forgetting of your existence.

“Don’t ever think about him again.” Jeno mutters. Sitting your lifeless body down, he presses a kiss to your cheek. “He’ll forget about you, just like he did so easily before. You never meant anything to him.”

You never meant anything to him, but you mean something to Jeno..

At least that’s what he tells you. His actions speak otherwise, hauling you to sit by his side in your next class. Mentioning on his way in to the TA curiously eyeing him that he’d be joining soon and would love to become familiar.

“See,” Jeno bites his bottom lip to contain a prideful smile. Tickling the stray hairs by your ear, he pushes them back freeing your cheek up to speak against. “We don’t need all these fake assholes.”

Leading you toward the back, Jeno grabs the chair's leg you’ve sat on. A loud shrill screeching across the floor, knocking your knee into his. “You will sit next to me like this from now on.”

Noticing a few lingering eyes and hushed whispers directed your way, he presses closer to you. Nose nestled in your hair transfixed by the remaining scent of your shampoo. Glaring toward your peers snooping eyes and whispering lips.

“Now they all know.” Leaning back enough to cup your face, the pad of Jeno’s thumb brushes beneath your eye. Warmth fills the black pools roaming over your broken features. Admiring the hard work he’s put in, picking at a block of frozen ice everyday until it cracks. “You belong to me. You’re my teddy bear.”

Next—> Our Sick Story, Thus Far

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