talking about haechan, don’t you just love it when he man spreads 😁😁 jesus all members doing this is hot but there’s something about him in specific that i can’t stop thinking about
JDFJSKKFDKKSKDKKSS YEAH . YEAH 😭😭😭 SOMETHING ABT HIM IT JUST FEELS SO CONFIDENT BUT LIKE. I WANNA BE R I G H T THERE. RIIIIIGHT THERE YOU KNOW WHAT I MEAN…..
Pairing: Jaehyun / You
Genre: one shot, childhood friends to enemies to lovers!au, arranged marriage!au
Rating: M
Warnings: dirty talk, oral (f. receiving), fingering, unprotected sex, multiple orgasms, overstimulation
Word count: 20.9k
Summary: You hate him. He hates you. But you’re arranged to one another. The universe really works in mysterious ways, doesn’t it?
It’s a Tuesday afternoon and Jung Jaehyun—an environmental lawyer—is slumped against his office chair, his gaze up at the ceiling, his lips slightly parted as the shock in his system still refuses to wane. All he could remember from the meeting with his father are the words marriage, wedding, contract, deal, merger. He’s not even sure if it came in that order. This is a lot to process and usually, he’s good at handling information, easily registering key dates, facts, arguments and laws in his head.
Okay, let’s set the scene straight. So he’s going to get hitched to you—would it really be that bad? Sure, there had been bad blood between the two of you but that was in high school. He hasn’t seen you in years so maybe there is a hopeful prospect to this situation. It could actually become a time to rekindle your friendship. This could be a reunion or a reconnection, if you will.
Deciding to bring out his phone, he decides to search you up on Instagram. Finding you easily, he browses your profile. Your feed is simple and clean. He focuses on the ones with you in it and my God, did you grow up to be a beautiful woman. You’ve always been pretty to him but the current adult version of you is hot. You put all those girls that Jaehyun fucks to shame, the name of the one he took to bed two nights ago already gone in his head.
He clicks on your most recent post. Wearing a long gown in silver, you’re posing with a glass of champagne in one hand, your clutch purse on the other. Fuck. You’re dripping of elegance, of sex and just the sight of your bare thigh from the slit of your gown is enough to make him groan involuntarily, teeth gnawing on the inside of his lower lip. Since he’s already in this arrangement, he might as well begin this reunion by being the first to reach out, clicking the follow button before sliding into your DMs.
_jjh: u look good 🔥
It takes about eight seconds before ellipses are dancing around on the chatbox. Two more before he receives your reply.
yn.03: who tf are you??
Jaehyun feels the edges of his mouth twitch for a smile as he types his response.
SYNOPSIS | he can't stop thinking about you, no matter if you're both in class or not.
WC | 2.081k
GENRE | college au!, smut, rivals to secret lovers
WARNINGS | cursing, light nipple play, choking, finger sucking, hair pulling and spanking if you squint, exhibition, breeding kink (not really, no mention of kids or pregnancy), jeno just being really needy and calling you sweetheart
AUTHOR | sam <3
A.N | jenos been bias wrecking me if you can't tell. and just like jeno needs you, i need feedback, so don't be shy
Your phone buzzes loudly on the lab table in front of you, drawing uninterested glances from around the room. Even though you were blatantly breaking the no phone rule, your professor ignores the interruption and continues to mumble on about the different types of alkaloids.
Thankful for the distraction, you grab it and open the new message waiting for you.
Jeno: meet me in the right wing stairwell
It's tempting. It really is, but you should be listening to the lecture and taking notes. Finals weren't too far off and you were more behind in chem than you'd like to admit. But just as you're about to turn off your phone and toss it in your backpack, two more texts come through
Jeno: please.
Jeno: i need you
You groan inwardly, mentally beating yourself up for the stupid decision you were about to make.
You: be there in 5
A few people watch you as you gather your textbooks and shove them in your backpack, but nobody says anything. Such is the joy of college.
The hallway is empty when you push open the lab door and walk out. In fact, you don't come across anyone on your short walk, everyone either in class or in the library doing final reviews.
No one used the right wing stairwell anyways. The only thing it led to was an electrical room and a janitors closet, no other classrooms, no exits. Just a set of stairs leading down to a small room with two doors that were usually locked.
The perfect place to hookup.
When you reach the entrance to the stairwell, you push the door open slightly. "Jeno?" You whisper loudly, but no one replies.
Fuck, was he seriously going to make you go all the way to the bottom? There were no lights, and if the janitor just so happened to be down there, you would get in a heap of trouble.
You reach for your phone to text him, but he seemed to have the same idea.
Jeno: come down here.
You roll your eyes and shove the phone in your back pocket, ready to curse him out the moment you saw him. Or maybe not, it was too quiet, the only sound being your footsteps on the metal stairs.
Down down down you go, deeper into the depths of the science building, until you reach the bottom. The second you plant your feet on the floor, a strong hand wraps around your upper arm and tugs you to the side, making you stumble into a hard chest.
"What the fuck." You shriek.
A hand comes up to clamp over your mouth.
"Shhh."
With your heart hammering in your chest, you let out a breath of relief. It was only Jeno.
"Hands off me, you prick." You shove against him and he releases you.
You can barely see him in the dim lighting, just a glint of his platinum blonde hair here and there, but you can hear him laughing, trying to be quiet, but failing.
"I'm sorry, you know how echoey it is down here." he whispers, shuffling closer towards you. His hands snake around your waist, and pull you flush against his body.
"Yeah, I know asshole. Now what do you want. I was in class."
Jeno irritated you. Maybe it was the years of competition. First in middle school science fair, and then science olympiad in high school, and now in college, both competing for the top class spot. The one that got more job offers after graduation. You'd be damned if he got it, which is why you should be in class right now. Not tangled up in his arms at the bottom of a random staircase. You don't even know why you agreed.
"I'm sorry," He mumbles, lips attaching themselves against your throat, "I needed you."
Ah, there it is. No matter how much you detested him, and he, you, he was fantastic at sex. Not that either of you would tell a soul. Everyone knew how competitive the two of you were. They could never know you were in his bed most nights.
"Y/N" he whines, dragging you out of your thoughts. His hips stutter into your own, making you painfully aware of his growing bulge. "I said I was sorry. I was just thinkin' bout' you in class and how much I missed feeling your body and I couldn't stay. I knew you were in chem so it wouldn't matter if I texted you cause' I know you hate chem and I was so hard. I am -" He grabs your hand and moves it to the front of his sweats. You draw in a deep breath. He wasn't lying.
"Okay, Okay." you whisper.
You thread your fingers through his hair and pull his head up. Now that you were inches away from his face, you can see the unmistakable lust clouding his eyes.
"Kiss me, idiot" And he does. He kisses you hard, teeth scraping against teeth, his tongue swiping your bottom lip, and at one point he bit it. Not hard, just tugging on it, silently asking you to open up so he can taste you. When you finally did, his tongued moved with your own sending shivers down your spine. God, how you loved his tongue.
You don't know how long you stayed like that - messily kissing, your hands in his hair, his hands roaming up and down your body, but eventually, it wasn't enough.
The growing wetness in your underwear was becoming uncomfortable. You wanted to feel him in you.
"Jeno." you whimper, moving your hands from his hair to the front of his shirt.
One of his own fidget with the hem of your shirt for a second before reaching under. He drags a singular finger up your stomach until he reached the bottom of your bra.
"Can I?" He asks, hesitant, even though he's done this a thousand times before.
"Yes, please." You whisper.
He moves the cup of your bra down and easily finds your nipple. At the same time, his lips meet yours, consuming the involuntary moan he knew was coming.
While he pinches and rolls the sensitive bud between his fingers, you try to speak, try to tell him that you want him to fuck you, but you can't stop stuttering, so you reach down and grab him through his sweats, rubbing your hands up and down the bulge in his pants. He groans against you, pushing his hips harder against your hand, hoping to gain more friction.
"Wanna fuck you." he mumbles, hands withdrawing from your shirt all too soon, and moving to the skirt you were wearing. He tugs at bottom of it, pulling it till it drops around your ankles, your panties following suit.
Before you can register what's going on, he's spun you around and pressed you up against the wall again, one hand wrapped around the roots of your hair, the other freeing himself from his sweats.
Without warning he pushes himself into you, not that you needed one anyways. You were already dripping wet for him, the sticky arousal sliding easily down your thighs.
He goes still inside you for a split second, giving you and himself time to adjust. His head drops down against your shoulder, both of your gasps filling the still air.
"Please," you whine, moving your ass back against him. And with that, the split second is over and Jeno's thrusting into you hard. If it wasn't for the grip he had on your hair, you would have slammed your face into the white brick wall.
His free hand reaches around your neck and grabs your throat, cutting off your airflow and pushing your head back so that your back is arched even more. He could kiss you from that angle, god knows he wanted to, but that would have slowed down him down and you just felt too damn good for him to go any less than his full potential.
"Please what baby?" he chokes out, labored gasps falling from his open mouth.
His fingers bruise your throat from the position you were in, but you manage to wheeze out an answer, "Deeper, please."
Tears spring into the corner of your eyes from your air being cut off and you almost can't take it anymore, but it was as if he was reading your mind because he releases his hold and lands a heavy smack on the swell of your ass.
You cry out into the darkness, no longer able to stifle the pleasure as he angles his hips so that he's hitting your g-spot.
"J-Jeno." you sob, hands aimlessly scraping the wall, trying to gain purchase on something, but it was no use. There was nothing to grab onto.
Your eyes shoot open in the dark when you hear the heavy creak of the stairwell door, but Jeno doesn't stop. Instead, his hand snakes around you again, this time tapping against your lips. You open your mouth and soon his fingers are pressed flat against your tongue, rubbing slightly.
"Quiet sweetheart." he whispers in your ear. You gag around his fingers, and as much as you hated it, you couldn't hear a sound. It did the trick.
Heavy footsteps thunder down the stairs rapidly. Jeno's powerful voice booms, echoing off the walls, "Who's there?"
The pitter patter of feet stop for a second before starting up again and before you know it, you hear the stairwell door open and close again.
"Well that was easy." Jeno chuckles, removing his fingers from your mouth with a wet 'pop'. You're gasping for air, and your legs are starting to hurt from the force of his thrusts. And as if there was never an interruption at all, Jeno's mouth is beside your ear, grunting and panting, voice whiny and shaky, "wanna cum."
You weren't anywhere close to your orgasm but you knew he was holding out for you, "Cum in me." you gasp. His hips stutter, and you can only imagine the surprise on his face.
"I don't have a condom on." he says, running a hand through his hair.
It was a stupid move; a bad decision, but you didn't care. You wanted to feel him fill you up. Feel him twitch as he cums inside of you, shooting white ropes of cum into your dripping cunt. You could feel yourself getting closer to your orgasm by just the thought.
"It's okay, I'll buy a plan B," his thrusts are starting to slow down, so you push back against him, "Please, I want you too."
"Whatever you say sweetheart."
You really needed something to hold on to in that moment, but there was nothing, so you swallowed your moans as best you could and put all your focus onto not falling.
He pushed into you faster, the sound of skin slapping against skin lewd in the small space.
"Gonna fill you up." he growls, hands kneading the flesh of your ass, "and watch it drip down your thighs after." his voice breaks on the last sentence, the swell of his orgasm catching up to him. He falls forward, one of his arms shooting out to prop himself up on the wall as his hips rock into you. With each twitch of his cock, milky ropes of cum paint your walls.
"Fuck." He groans, hips slowing down now that he was spent. You both stay there for a second, catching your breath.
He presses a tender kiss to the underside of your jaw, "Thank you."
"Don't mention it." you giggle.
You can't see him but you sure can imagine how he looked right now. Hair sticking in every direction, a hand coming up to scratch the back of his neck sheepishly, "How are we going to clean up?"
You reach down and grab your panties, pulling the up so that when he slipped out you could just cover yourself before his cum really did drip down your thighs and get all over the floor.
"On the count of three," you say, "One, two... three." It was a fast maneuver but it worked.
He's shocked, that much you can hear in his voice, "You're just gonna keep it there?"
"Until I get to my dorm and shower, do you have a better option that I'm not aware of it?"
You’re happy to leave your college dorm to go home for the holidays and see your family, but you’re not expecting the extra seat at the dinner table when it comes in the form of the boy you crushed on all those years ago… your brother’s best friend, to be specific. To make matters worse, you shoved those feelings away and left them in the past, but will anything resurface the more time you spend with him?
PAIRING : Lee Jeno x Reader
GENRE : smut, fluff, college!AU, hockey!AU, hockey player!Jeno, ex-friends to lovers.
WARNINGS : sexual content (making out, fingering, loss of virginity), swearing.
WORD COUNT : 12k
AUTHOR’S NOTE : A very special Merry Christmas goes out to Lauren ( @hockey-player-jeno ), for whom this story was written as part of the Neo Secret Santa event hosted by @neosecretsanta. It was super fun to interact with you via asks and it was my first time being an anon to someone, so I fully enjoyed it. I’m hoping you’ll like what I’ve written and that this version of Jeno fits the one you imagined – Merry Christmas and sending lots of love! <3
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Attention. Train 23-A will be arriving on platform seven in five minutes.
“I can’t believe you’re leaving me like this.”
The sound of your roommate, Luisa, bemoaning what’ll be your month-long absence from the campus dorms makes you roll your eyes.
“It’s only for the winter break, Lu,” you remind her.
She huffs and crosses her arms. “Which is an entire month. I mean, what am I going to do for an entire freaking month without anyone else in the dorm?”
“I don’t know, sleep?”
“You know I don’t sleep, like, ever.”
“Then start doing it maybe?”
“Yeah, but that’s a lot of work.”
You sigh. “Look, I’ve told you this before – you’re always welcome to come over and stay with us so you’re not alone. My parents met you, they liked you and they certainly won’t mind you sharing a room with me for a bit.”
Luisa leans her head against your shoulder. “I just wish plane tickets weren’t so expensive so I could properly go home and see my mom.”
The sadness on your roommate’s face and the wistful tone in her voice at the mention of her mother prompts you to wrap your arm around her shoulders and draw her into your side for a hug. You often forget that Luisa isn’t a local, but rather an international student from Spain who’s left everything behind to come here for her studies. The constant smile on her face, the cheerful greetings in the mornings, the ease with which the two of you get along makes it easy for one to assume that she’s fine with being away from home, but you know better.
synopsis; due to some mistakes made by the dorm supervisor, y/n is forced to live with the boy that has tormented her since she was in elementary school. hopefully it’s not as bad as she thinks it’s going to be.
featuring members of; enhypen, tomorrow by together, aespa.
genres; fluff, angst, crack.
warnings; mentions of bullying, language, mentions of pretty bad parents, probably more as the story progresses.
disclaimer; these are not actual representations of idols. plz remember that!
started: august 4, 2021
completed:
profiles; y/n and the crackheads | jay and the menaces
one; oh fuck no.
two; time to drop out.
three; moving day. 《 written》
four; up close.
five; mind ya business.
six; daddy they’re sorry.
seven; day one.
eight; i miss them so much.
nine; he can’t fool me.
ten; back on the bird app.
eleven; hand in marriage.
twelve; ramyeonz
thirteen; the choreo is not for the weak.
fourteen; now wait just a minute.
fifteen; its cuz we’re that good.
sixteen; i’m gonna go verbally assault his ass. 《written》
seventeen; simp mode activated.
eighteen; how did you know my usual coffee order? 《written》
nineteen; delusion is a disease.
twenty; my y/n senses are tingling.
twenty-one; dumbest bitch on the block.
twenty-two; hypocritical roommate check.
twenty-three; fan behavior.
twenty-four; i can’t deal with you right now. 《written》
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