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🌙 staring. Model!Jeno x afab!Photographer!Reader

🔮 preview. You’re reminded of the Greek Narcissus, who had fallen in love with himself in a still pond reflection- But Jeno does tear his gaze away from the photo - unlike the Grecian beauty who’d turned into a flower for want of looking at himself - and Jeno turns to you with eyes full of that same puppylike innocence that had bewitched you during the shoot.

cw/ tw. simp!jeno, praise, dirty talk, oral (f receiving), sexy polaroids, size kink, fingering, unprotected sex, multiple orgasms, pussy/breast worship, etc...I pet names. puppy (7)

👹 rating. 18+ explicit I wc. 5.8k

🍭 aus. model/photographer, non idol, strangers to lovers, etc...

☀️ mlist + an. this is a work of fiction intended to spark joy, if Jeno's recent controversies have affected you, please protect yourself and refrain from interacting with this post, and allow others to make the same decision for themselves.

As a photographer, you’ve worked with your fair share of models. You’re familiar with their general ways of being, the highs and lows, the primadonas- the narcissism that lays the foundation for your profession-

And yet- you still find yourself being surprised by the new talent that fights tooth and nail to be on the receiving end of your attention. There are models who have studied your work, and enter your studio with wide eyes and breathy comments of grandeur. Then there are the models who see you as a cheque, a faceless, nameless camera that is there only to capture their beauty… they have little respect for the great task that befalls you as photographer.

Today, one of the models you’re working with fits neither category, and it’s hard for you to ignore.

Lee Jeno is an up-and-coming male model from Korea; he’s young, and there’s a glint of innocence in his eye that you notice the first time you snap a shot- but there’s also something else- something dangerous. Something that says, try me-

You’re not sure what to make of him, or the way he so easily flips between a man with a confident, smouldering stare, and an off-camera puppy who’s eager to please. But you do know that you enjoy the way he takes direction.

“Lift your chin up slightly,” you instruct, eyes fixed on your camera screen, watching the way a simple shift of his head can allow the perfect amount of light to caress his skin, “Just like that-” the shutter clicks; “Beautiful.”

The corner of his mouth twitches, a small movement, one that most people wouldn’t notice- but it’s your job to notice the smallest of details, and you don’t miss any of the subtle cues Jeno subconsciously throws your way.

Even when you direct him with two of the other female models visiting your studio, Jeno’s body language so often mirrors your own that it almost feels uncanny- things like the simple shift of his feet pointing toward you- something you keep adjusting him on- it’s becoming harder and harder to talk yourself out of the fact that Lee Jeno is interested in you as more than his photographer.

“Look her in the eyes,” you tell him, standing a mere foot or two away for a close-up between Jeno and another model. This is the first thing he’s having trouble with, as his gaze keeps shifting to you, anxiously looking for more and more direction as the shoot goes on- “take a breath, and when you’re ready, look into her eyes-”

He’s beautiful. Breathtaking really, his tongue darting out to wet his lips as he tries for the shot again, looking at the girl in his arms with a certain kind of shyness that’s becoming rare in your profession-

“Chin up a little more again-” you urge- gnawing on your tongue, poised to take the photo-

Jeno follows through with the movement, and the angle is just so- allowing sunshine to cascade across his skin again, illuminating the deep, chocolatey brown of his irises-

The shutter snaps; a perfect moment captured in time.

You release the breath you hadn’t realized you’d been holding.

As you look over the photo, stepping to the side and allowing some other members of the crew to rush around and deal with the models, you realize that there’s a very real chance of you falling in love with the beautiful model who’s captured so much of your attention today.

You’ll have to be careful.

It’s late evening and you’re two glasses of wine deep into looking over the photos of the day when someone buzzes your front door. Despite everything in your head telling you that the person who’s arrived unannounced isn’t Jeno- something in your heart knows it is.

You take your time, laughing slightly to yourself, swirling your drink as you head down the small flight of stairs to your entryway. Just to be safe, you check through the peephole, and your heart nearly stops from the brief glimpse of the model who’d had your full attention not twelve hours ago.

Swallowing thickly, you open your front door, leaning in the archway with a cocked brow.

You give him a once over, examining the leather jacket, white shirt, black jeans outfit that should be more basic than sexy, except- he pulls it off so well-

You don’t bother with a hello, you jump straight to the point; “Did you forget something, mister Lee?”

“Jeno,” he corrects, and you watch his adam’s apple bob in amusement, “and uh- no, I didn’t forget anything.”

“Yet, here you are,” you tilt your head to the side, flashing a smile that captures his gaze. The man couldn’t be more obvious about his attraction to you if he tried- “Would you like to come in?”

He nods, as eager a motion as ever, licking his lips and following you past the threshold when you push the door wider for him.

“I had a good time during the shoot today,” he tells you, keeping up the same cordial manners he’d shown while on the job. He even flashes you a genuine smile, his eyes dazzling in their sincerity while he takes off his loafers in your awning.

As a photographer based in New York, you’re more than used to people leaving their shoes on when they enter your space- there’s something sweet about the careful, respectful way Jeno interacts with your home-

“I had a good time during the shoot today too,” you echo when you realize you’ve taken a moment too long looking at the model without saying anything, and you clear your throat before continuing; “You’re lovely to work with.”

“I’m lovely.” Now it’s his turn to repeat your words, smiling to himself- and you think he must enjoy the way the English tastes- you enjoy the way it sounds coming from him, the little accented tones- “Thank you.”

He’s so polite- you could really, really get used to this.

“Can I get you a drink?” you ask, as you head up the stairs to the main level of your home, the model following closely on your tail.

“I’ll have what you’re having,” he answers while you enter the kitchen.

Wine it is.

You don’t mind the quiet, don’t mind the way he watches you while you grab the bottle- it feels kind of nice to be the watched instead of the watcher, and within minutes you’re handing Jeno a wine glass and making your way towards the main studio area of your apartment, where you can relax in the safety of a familiar set.

“Take a seat,” you tell him, the instruction coming as naturally as the wave of your hand towards your sage green, sectional sofa.

Despite other sitting options, you choose to also get comfortable on the modular vintage piece you’d purchased last month, it’s one of your favorites, and it allows you to tuck your knees up, leaning an arm on the backrest while you angle towards the model.

Even with his loafers off, Jeno is dressed in a way that makes him stand out- at least, in comparison to you, who are in a mauve, silk sleeping set.

Your night plans hadn’t involved leaving your place of residence- Jeno’s obviously had.

“What time is it?” you ask, taking a sip of your wine while you watch Jeno get as comfortable as possible while in jeans on your sofa-

He pulls his phone out of his front pocket, which makes adjusting substantially easier, and tells you “almost midnight.”

“It’s still early for models, no?”

He lets out a small chuckle, pocketing his phone before taking off his leather jacket to throw over the back of the couch.

“Still early,” he confirms.

“So why aren’t you out at the clubs?” you cock your head to the side, sizing Jeno up again now that his jacket is off. “What brought you here?”

He swallows, shifting to face you, denim stretching across thick thighs when he lifts a knee to rest it on the couch. “I wanted to see you.”

“You saw me this afternoon,” you play coy, trying not to grin too hard at the way the model is inflating your ego.

Jeno licks his lips, hand smoothing against the fabric of your couch. “Wanted to see you alone.”

The word ‘alone’ almost feels like it echoes in the quiet night of your large studio room.

It’s just you and Jeno, nestled on your couch, amongst the various plants and items that make up the space.

There’s no one to witness this, no one except the moon, who shines brightly through your wall of windows, illuminating the model in the same loving manner that the sun had during the shoot.

“Do you do this often?” you ask, taking a sip of your wine and assessing the man over the rim of your glass.

“Do what?”

At first, you think Jeno might honestly not know what you’re implying, but then you see the shadow of a smirk work its way onto his lips, a glint of mischief sparking in his eye-

He’d seen the way you’d played coy just moments ago, when you’d told him he’d seen you in the afternoon, and he’d just shown you two can play that game.

After clearing your throat, you rephrase the question. “Do you often show up at a photographer’s house looking for a little… one on one attention?”

He smiles, meeting your gaze, and gives a small shake to his head - no - taking a sip of his wine.

You wait on his next words.

“I liked the way you directed me during the shoot today.”

It’s a statement that surprises you- as is his next; “Can you show me some of the photos? I interrupted you while you were editing?”

He motions to the laptop that’s closed on the coffee table a few feet away - you’d abandoned it when your front bell had been rung - along with your tea, and phone, which is already on silent, as you should have been in bed a while ago-

You knew there’d been something urging you to stay awake and edit-

You’d thought it had been the images of Jeno’s back, exposed by wonderful styling-

But it had been the model himself, delivered to your door-

“I can show you the photos,” you tell him, reaching to set your glass of wine down next to the tea. Neither liquid is needed right now, your thirst is being quenched in a much more wonderful way-

“Did you-” Jeno’s words are quiet at first, but he clears his throat and repeats with more confidence, “Did you enjoy telling me what to do?”

You cast him a sideways glance while typing in your passcode, laptop opening to a closeup of Jeno’s face that you’d been inspecting.

“You’re very good at what you do,” you say delicately, still toeing the line-

If you tell him, point blank, that he’s a good boy- that he’s wonderful at taking direction - that you’ve been thinking about what he’d be like in bed- taking more directions-

Well, if you were to do any of those things- then this harmless flirtation would escalate to the next level- and as much as you enjoy Jeno, as much as he draws you in- you’re not really sure you’re willing to risk it- to risk your career, your reputation-

Jeno shifts closer to you, shoulder brushing up against your own while he bends down to look at the open laptop on the coffee table.

“The lighting-” he breathes, lips parting-

You watch Jeno inspect himself- inspect the version of himself that you’d captured hours ago; a beautiful, young stallion of a man- who could have the whole world in the palm of his hand if he wanted to.

You’re reminded of the Greek Narcissus, who had fallen in love with himself in a still pond reflection-

But Jeno does tear his gaze away from the photo - unlike the Grecian beauty who’d turned into a flower for want of looking at himself - and Jeno turns to you with eyes full of that same puppylike innocence that had bewitched you during the shoot.

“No one’s ever taken pictures of me like this before,” Jeno tells you, a line that makes you scoff.

“You’ve worked with photographers way better than me,” you insist, a self-depreciation that you follow through with a list of a few of your peers who’ve also had Jeno in their set-

“But the way you take photos,” the model cuts you off with a statement of his own, his hand coming down on your thigh-

You look down at his hand for a moment, and then back up. Your eyes meet and Jeno’s words die in his throat, his tongue darting out to wet his lips-

“Jeno,” when you say his name, you notice the way his gaze flickers between your eyes and mouth- “from now on, when I ask you things, I want you to answer honestly- can you do that for me?”

He nods, a hurried “yes” tumbling from him a moment later to pair with the motion.

“You’ve come to my studio, at midnight, to get me alone- you want to see the pictures-” he gives a small nod with each statement, “so why don’t you tell me, in detail, what you really want.”

“Hm?” he blinks.

“I said,” you rest your hand on top of his, the one that’s still on your thigh, “why don’t you tell me, in detail, what you want. I can’t direct you and have you be my good boy if you don’t make it clear what you need.”

“I need-” you watch his Adam's apple bob as he swallows thickly, breaking your gaze to look at your laptop again- then his eyes meet yours and he states, as clearly as possible, “I need you.”

“I assumed that much-” you say with a laugh, “I said I wanted details.”

He’s tensed now, broad shoulders all stiff, pupils blown- eyes darting everywhere. His lips part to say something, but in the end, he just sighs, musing, “I want what my director wants.”

“You like making me happy, is that it?”

You cock your head to the side, reaching out to gently drag your nails across Jeno’s cheek and down to his jaw- he leans into your hand, eyes closing, a soft sound of pleasure escaping him-

“You’re so eager to please, huh?”

“Yes,” he breathes, lids fluttering open again when you retract your hand- “Want to make you feel good.”

“Then you’re going to do a few things for me, okay?”

“Anything.”

You reach for your wine, closing the laptop before relaxing back into the corner of your sectional, eyes turning to Jeno. “How about you start by moving my coffee table off the carpet.”

His face shows his confusion, but Jeno stands all the same- reaching down for the furniture-

“Ah ah ah,” you tut, making the model freeze. “Don’t want you lifting it and having everything on top fall off- be good and go slow, take off all the items, move the table, then put them back.”

You watch him swallow, and he follows through, movements looking less frenzied and rushed.

He starts by taking your laptop and the two decorative photography books and setting them to the side.

He’s clearly aware of your gaze, watching him while he completes the task, and you can see the flush of his neck, betraying Jeno’s inner anxieties before he voices them, asking gently, “Can you tell me why I’m doing this?”

You stand up, and Jeno stops, turning his body to look at you- eyes widening-

Whatever he expects, it’s not for you to turn your back on him, crossing the studio toward the shelf of photography tools and memorabilia.

“You’re moving the coffee table,” you say, plucking up a polaroid camera, “so that when you get on your knees to eat me out, you don’t knock anything over.”

He gapes at you for a moment or two before hurrying back to his task.

You leave your wine glass on the shelf after one last sip, and then return to the sofa.

After you take your seat, you simply watch Jeno. He’s down to the final details, his hands mad scrambling for your laptop and design books.

When he’s done with your coffee table, it looks the same as it had before - decorative pieces and all - just a meter to the side, off the carpet.

And then Jeno is a foot away from you, dropping his knees to the braided jute rug-

“Eager puppy,” you coo, enjoying the way the model still holds that air of innocence, even while on his knees for you.

His hands are gentle when they reach for your form, warm palms cupping against the back of your knees- and then he’s tugging you forward, dragging your silk-set-covered core closer-

“Want you,” he states, with as much confidence as you’ve seen from him.

His eyes stare into your own, and you can’t help but set your camera down and lean forward, cupping his face so you can press your lips to his for the first time.

It’s a chaste kiss- but when you pull away, Jeno follows, hands finding leverage on your knees while he captures your bottom lip between his own, tongue gliding against its surface-

You stifle a groan, adjusting one hand on Jeno’s cheek while the other anchors onto his shoulder, fingers digging into the hard muscle you find there.

He gives a small tug to your pants, and it has you breaking the kiss in favor of lifting your hips-

Jeno may have told you he wanted direction, but he knows exactly what to do with you, no prompting needed: he tears your silk bottoms off.

His eyes immediately go to your core- and he lets out an animalistic sound when he finds you still in panties. His fingers hook past your waistband next, and in an instant, Jeno has you naked from the naval down.

His own shirt is quick to follow your clothing to the floor, exposing his broad shoulders, and muscular torso-

This time, when he adjusts your legs over his shoulders, he gets a full glimpse of your pussy, and you can see Jeno’s pupils blown with lust, even in the limited light of your studio.

The same way the model needed little direction with tearing your clothes off, he needs no direction when it comes to what to do next; he simply tugs you forward, burying his face between your thighs.

It’s the most you can do not to let out a desperate whine at the way he just goes for it- his tongue pressing into your hole, his nose brushing by your clit-

And his hands- they reach behind you, grabbing at your ass, forcing you harder onto his mouth-

Your fingers lace through his hair, anchoring you while your back arches, you’re propped up by the backrest while Jeno has you on the edge of your seat, his shoulders taking more of your weight as he burrows deeper and deeper into your pussy.

“Just like that-” you tell him, voice breathy in the silence of your studio-

Jeno growls against you, vibrations jittering through your body like magic-

His lips suction around your clit and your legs twitch around his head- you can feel a rush of wet between your thighs, can feel your orgasm building faster and faster in the pit of your stomach-

Then Jeno is pushing a digit into you, one long finger thrusting into your sopping heat while he flicks at your clit with a tongue intent on making you cum.

You can’t help but grind down against him now, tightening your grip in his hair so you can wiggle your hips-

A second finger enters you, both of them crooking up to brush by your sweet spot, earning a whimper of ecstasy that fills the room.

“You’re gonna make me cum-” you whine, closing your eyes and throwing your head back so you can focus on the feeling of him worshiping your pussy-

Your admission makes him go down on you even harder, lips suctioning around your clit again, making lewd wet noises while his fingers pump in and out of your hole, continuously brushing by the spot that makes you tingle-

“Jeno-” you gasp his name, a warning of what’s to come-

But you can’t say much else, your thighs locking around his head while he tips you over the edge, core fluttering around digits that pump you through your orgasm, tongue flicking at your clit-

A flurry of praises tumble out of you while you grind against the model’s face, using him for your own release- prolonging it-

Jeno works you through your orgasm, works out every last drop- his tongue as eager as ever to collect everything you have to offer him.

When you finally let go of his hair, body going slack, he knows you’re done, and he pulls his mouth from your core.

His fingers continue inside of you, slow, rhythmic pumps that quickly make you whine-

Opening your eyes, you find Jeno watching you.

His lips are a little swollen, they’re parted, allowing him to take steady breaths-

If you didn’t know any better, you’d think Jeno had just cum- he’s giving major bedroom eyes, the dreamy kind of dazed expression a prince would bestow upon a princess-

You reach for your camera, lifting it and taking a quick polaroid-

The flash makes Jeno flinch, and you find yourself reaching out to cup his jaw, sweet assured nothings tumbling out of you in an effort to apologize for the camera flash-

The model leans into your touch, but he also plucks the polaroid as soon as it’s done, assessing it with eyes that flicker over the photo- before handing it to you.

“You got my best angle,” he remarks, as you take in the image for the first time.

He’s right- there’s something so… (for lack of a better word) endearing about Jeno-

This je ne sais quoi-

Especially when he’s between your legs, eyes lusty, lips puffy-

You’d taken a perfect photo, including only a little of your thighs on either side, capturing the main subject - Jeno - in a type of voyeuristic, sin skin framed vignette-

You lean back against your sofa to get a better look at the image, and Jeno moves slightly to follow, which prompts you to adjust your foot, pressing the ball against his shoulder to stop him-

“Did I say you could move?” you challenge.

Jeno’s lips part, and then he swallows thickly, shaking his head and sinking back to his knees patiently.

You allow your foot to slip over his shoulder again, leg once more relaxing on the large expanse of Jeno’s back.

“You’re good with your tongue,” you conclude finally, gaze shifting between him and the polaroid.

“Thank you.”

“And your hands too.”

“Thank you.”

He turns his head to the side kissing at the part of your leg that’s reachable-

He’s being so good for you- allowing you to control the tempo, the pace-

“How are you feeling, puppy?”

The pet name feels natural- you’ve said it once before, and Jeno had practically mewled in response.

The use of the name now makes Jeno shuffle on his knees, breaking your gaze-

“Want more,” he says quietly, bowing his head-

“Do you want more here? In my studio? Or would puppy prefer a bed?” You enjoy teasing him, enjoy the way ‘puppy’ feels on your tongue.

“Like, your room?” There’s interest in his eyes now, and it has your own core tingling at the prospect of allowing the model into your most sacred space-

“Yes, Jeno, my bedroom.”

You figure, he’s already made you cum once, the least you can do is give him a proper bed to fuck you in-

Besides, in the studio, it still feels like there’s a barrier between you. You still feel like photographer, and he still feels like the model- it will be nice to go to your bedroom with Jeno- with the man who’s made you question all your preconceived notions and prejudices around models.

None of the men in his profession whom you’ve entertained for a date have ever reached your bedroom.

You’re excited for Jeno to be the first.

He’s also excited, so excited that he jumps the gun a little, standing and grabbing you, tugging you to his chest in a bridal-style hold that has you giggling, juggling the photos and camera in your hands-

“Which way is your room?” he asks, already taking long strides towards the entrance you’d entered the studio through.

“Straight through the door, down the hall, last room on the right,” you tell him, allowing yourself to melt into his embrace.

It feels good to be carried- feels good to be made to feel small and light-

Jeno is five foot eleven inches of solid muscle, and you have no doubt his regular workouts involve a good amount of weight training; he definitely makes it seem like he’s used to lifting someone of your size.

While he carries you, you take the opportunity to admire his bare torso, the muscled pectorals- his bread basket abdomen-

Before you know it, he’s entering your room, and the two of you are collapsing onto your bed.

He gets you under him, slotting between your thighs while you abandon your camera to the side in favor of reaching for him, grasping at his strong, bare shoulders while his lips press to your own-

It’s an eager tangle of limbs, but as soon as Jeno gets solidified, you find yourself pinned; completely at the mercy of the large, all-muscled model, who ruts his hips against your own, dragging his denim-clad cock by your core-

“Jeno-” you whimper his name between a flurry of kisses, reaching one hand between your bodies to cup the front of his jeans-

He lets out a groan of pleasure, hips rutting, pressing himself into your hand-

“Take these off, and fuck me,” you tell him, remembering that - even though you’re in your bedroom now - you can still give commands.

He’s quick to follow through- and his follow-through involves rolling off of you and onto his own back, so he can fumble with his belt, lifting his hips to push the denim down-

You find yourself all but jumping on him the moment his cock springs free, your knees pressing into the bed on either side of his waist, your hand reaching between your bodies-

Jeno releases a moan when your fingers wrap around him, your thumb brushing past the head, swiping beads of precum across his skin-

His hands grasp your hips, adjusting you on top of him, and he looks up at you with lusty desperation-

You can’t help it- you reach for the camera discarded by his head, and you lift it to snap another polaroid while Jeno stiffens below you, muscles jumping to tensed glory-

“Such a pretty puppy,” you tell him, releasing a breath of pleasure from the mear sight of Jeno, while your free hand tightens more around his cock-

“Fuck-” he grunts, hips pressing up- length pushing through the grip of your hand- “Tell me what to do.”

“I already told you, take off your pants, which you’ve done- so, good boy-” you let out a laugh at the way Jeno reacts to the term of endearment, “and now,” you fan the polaroid, helping it develop faster- “fuck me.”

“Protection?” he asks, swallowing thickly- releasing your waist in favor of rubbing his thumb against your clit, prompting you to shift your hips just so-

“I’m clean and on the pill, you?”

“Clean-” he responds, left hand applying pressure for you to lift yourself up- “not on the pill.”

You release a laugh- and it’s stifled when Jeno adjusts his cock and helps you sink down onto it, his girth stretching you out deliciously.

You’re wetter than belief - from one orgasm and just from Jeno in general - so sliding down, inch by electrifying inch, is almost too easy.

Your camera is forgotten, as is the polaroid, and you discard them to the side in favor of your palms falling flat onto Jeno’s shoulders. His own hands are tight on your waist, aiding you in your first movements- lifting up and sinking back down-

Moans of pleasure fill your bedroom, the feeling of Jeno’s cock dragging against your walls is too much to bear silently- and your nails dig down against his skin, helping you grip him as tightly as your pussy is gripping his length.

Then he’s tugging at your shirt, the word “off?” prompting you to get yourself fully naked in seconds, nipples peaking to the coldness of the room-

But they’re not cold for long, as Jeno is quick to sit up, capturing one in his hot mouth while the other is pinched between two shockingly gentle fingers-

“Jeno-” you whimper his name, pussy clenching around him at the feeling of his attention being focused on your chest-

With him sitting up, it’s easier than ever to use his shoulders as leverage for your movements, and his free hand finds your hip, urging you to bounce faster on his lap.

“You feel so good-” you tell him, throwing your head back while you ride closer and closer to an orgasm-

The man beneath you releases your nipple, hungry mouth moving up your neck- he grabs your jaw, forcing your lips to his own.

His other hand goes flat to the bed, allowing him some leverage to thrust up and meet your motions-

He eats up your noises and returns them with pleasured sounds of his own, his cock burying deep inside your pussy with each bounce on his lap-

You break your kiss, latching onto his shoulders while you gasp in his ear- “I’m cumming baby, don’t stop-”

And suddenly you’re rolling.

Suddenly you’re on your back, and Jeno is above you, adjusting your legs around his hips-

“Touch your clit?” he asks - his first real request - and your hand flies between your thighs.

Being on top had made Jeno feel as deep as ever- but with him hovering over you, his own powerful hips rutting against yours to dictate everything- you realize Jeno is simply big.

Both positions feel equally wonderful- your pussy filled deliciously with every thrust-

And your fingers glide easily over your clit, making your whole body tingle with ecstasy that gets closer and closer to fruition until you’re over the edge again.

You throw your head back against the pillows, eyes closing so you can focus on the waves of pleasure that threaten to overtake you while Jeno continues to fuck you as if his life depends on it-

He’s making the prettiest sounds- and you grab at him, smoothing your fingers through his hair while you bring his lips to your own.

You’re intent on breathing him in- on hearing every noise- and he’s more than eager to kiss you, with the same ferocity as his hips-

“Gonna cum for me?” you ask, still tingling with wonderful pleasure that’s definitely bordering on overwhelming now-

You want him to cum so badly, want your young stallion model boy to fall over the edge with you-

He releases a grunt of affirmation, but it’s not good enough for you.

You continue to thread your fingers through his hair, forcing your eyes open to look at him-

“Jeno-” you coo, stealing a chaste kiss- “please cum, you’ve done so well- cum for me-”

He lets out his loudest moan yet, burying his face in your neck, mouth playing feverish kisses against your throat while he continues to fuck you wildly-

“Come on-” you breathe, trailing one hand down his gorgeous back- reveling in the muscles you can trace there-

You still have one hand playing with your clit, and the bucking of Jeno’s hips is quickly building you to yet another orgasm, that you definitely hadn’t been expecting-

“Fuck, Jeno-”

He kisses you desperately, thrusts faltering when your pussy squeezes his length. You can feel him cumming too- coating your walls while he continues to pump into you, pinning you to the mattress with his large body-

You grasp for his shoulders, dragging your hands across muscle while you eat up his moans, your lips and tongues colliding.

His pace gradually starts to slow down and soon he’s still on top of you.

You’re kissing lazily now- and you’re the one to break it, pulling back just enough to prompt Jeno to give you space.

He looks at you with hazy, bedroom eyes, while he catches his breath, and his lips are downright enticing-

“That was really good,” you tell him, brushing your fingers up and down his back.

Jeno buries his face in the crook of your neck, pressing hot kisses there to show his enjoyment of your praise- and then his lips find your ear.

“Was I your good puppy?” he asks, gently nipping at your lobe-

His hips rut forward- he’d never truly slipped out of you after cumming, and now… you can feel him starting to stiffen again-

“Of course,” you coo, threading your fingers through his hair, gently running your nails across his scalp, “you’re my best puppy-”

“Yeah?” He kisses your pulse point.

“Uh huh-” you relax against your pillows, letting out the most contented breath of your life. “And what pretty photos I took too-”

He groans, gently rocking his hips against yours again-

“You’ll be good and spend the night, won’t you puppy?” you ask, tone turning mischievous when you add; “It feels like you still have some energy I could enjoy.”

Jeno lets out a sound of affirmation, kissing at your jaw-

He’s your good model, always taking directions.

And now, he’s your good puppy too- wrapped around your finger and eager to agree to whatever you ask.

You know there’s no hope of a conventional relationship- afterall, he’s an international model and you’re New York based-

You don’t have any romantic notions about traveling together, or pinning the angel down- no, you’re realistic about it. Realistic about the way your bodies respond to each other, and the purpose you both serve in inflating the other’s ego-

He’ll be your secret- your lovely puppy.

He’ll be whatever he ends up being.

But for now, you simply enjoy the feeling of having his complete and undivided attention while he thanks the gods that he has yours.

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🔮 preview. As much as you call Jeno puppy- as much as he gets on his knees for you- the man knows exactly what he’s doing in regard to making you cum. He could have all the power if he wanted, and the thought of that has been scaring you a little as of late-

cw/ tw. oral (f receiving), fingering, pussy whipped Jeno, unprotected sex, praise, mentions of male masturbation, multiple orgasms, etc...

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You’re sitting in your kitchen, sipping your drink and looking over the photos you’d taken last night.

Your collection of polaroids gets bigger and bigger every time your model and part-time loverboy comes to town, and you’ve begun to enjoy the process of adding them to a special photobook complete with a lock and key.

To have Jeno trust you with the pictures- it fills your heart with something unexplainable, a warmth that licks at you every time you open the book to wistfully recount your past experiences with the angelic man who’d been delivered to your doorstep months ago after a shoot.

The first few photos hold special weight for you, the innocence you’d captured in his eyes has remained, but it’s less so now, replaced - in part - by a confidence that one gains when they spend a great deal of time with another.

There’s a similar confidence in the warm hands that smooth across your shoulders, announcing the arrival of the man in question, who molds his bare torso against your back, leaning over your chair so he can see what you’re up to.

“Hi,” he says, his lips brushing past your cheek.

“Morning sleepy,” you smile, turning your head to the side so you can capture his lips in a chaste kiss. “How are you feeling?”

“Good.” Jeno straightens, heading around the island counter to grab himself some coffee. “I always get the best sleep here.”

His statement makes you happier than you can say, so you don’t say anything, opting to simply watch the lovely, very shirtless, man, as he slowly starts his morning.

“What time are you heading to the fashion show today?” you question after a few beats of silence.

Jeno looks up at you from where he’s stirring his coffee, and then he lets out a small knowing chuckle. “Not for a few hours.”

“Don’t give me that look, puppy,” you release a laugh of your own. “You know I try to let you retain your energy for days when you work… but after…”

“Don’t want after,” Jeno insists, abandoning his coffee in favor of approaching you again, forcing you to turn in your chair so he can slot between your knees while he captures your hands, lacing your fingers- “Want now.”

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