synopsis: your loyal best friend whose feelings have long outgrown platonic ties.
genre: slice of life, i guess. angst. eventual smut. slowburn (if you squint). friends to lovers. mutual pining.
word count: 9.6k~
warnings: both reader and jeno are two idiots so prepare to be ragebaited. mentions of karina and jaemin. jeno gets major jealousy. cussing and a bit of arguing. cunnilingus, fingering, unprotected sex (uh oh!), dirty talk, petnames, mock sympathy, dom!jeno, praise kink, teensy bit overstimulation... i think that's it lmao ?
mimi's note ࣪ ˖ ི : i first wanted to start off saying thank you all SO FREAKING MUCH for all the support on my blog so far, i wasn't expecting my work to be loved this early 🥹 so as a proper gift of gratitude, i present my first (kinda) full-fledged jeno fic!! i know ncity's a bit fucked rn so hope this helps.. anyways, happy reading <3
it's hard to say when it began, this confidant-like friendship you now share with jeno. you two met through mutual friends, and slowly yet surely, he became the one person you turn to with every romantic disappointment that plagues your life.
ghosted by a man again? tell jeno. regretting a horrid hookup? jeno's hearing of it. developing feelings for a guy from another dating app? jeno, jeno, jeno.
it's not like you set out to use him as your personal therapist or something; he just happened to be an exceptionally good listener. and he never once complained.
this time was no different. you had bombarded jeno with multiple (wildly over dramatic) messages, demanding that he come over at once because of an "emergency conversation" that you simply had to inform him of. of course, being the ever-present and dependable friend he is, he dropped everything and came.
when he arrives, you're already dragging him inside and shutting the door behind him with a tad too much urgency, breaths uneven. you're in simple home clothes: a fitted tank top and relaxed shorts. jeno's attention drifts over your form for a moment too long. he feels his throat close up and his heart begins to hammer against his ribs. you look absolutely radiant. it's a domesticity that feels like a taunt; other men that you involve yourself with that get to have access to the utmost beauty that you are... and he doesn't. he hates it.
he shakes himself out of his trance and deliberately shifts his focus back to your face.
"...alright. what's going on?"
you're practically bouncing on your toes, letting out tiny squeals and excited little exhales. it's so cute to him that he wants to bash his face in. when your energy finally dips slightly, you seize him by his collar and yank him close, until your faces are just inches apart.
"me and you are going on a double date!"
jeno's head begins to reel from your words. a... double date? you've organized a date for yourself and actually found a girl for him as well? the thought alone is exhausting. his unrequited love for you is nearly impossible to suppress as it is, and now he has to spend an entire evening pretending as though he's at all interested in another woman while watching you with another man? it sounds like a nightmare.
but he can't bear to refuse when you look so happy. your wide smile and the way you're jumping and giggling, it's one of the most adorable sights he's ever witnessed. and so, his response spills out of him before he can even reconsider.
"when is it? and where, exactly?"
another soft, delighted squeal slips from your lips, and he feels any remnants of his hesitant resistance to the offer crumble, melting like warm putty at the sound of it.
"it's next weekend! at that one bar/grill joint we passed that one time—you remember, right?" you exclaim, eyes sparkling with that beautiful anticipation. "please, please, please tell me you're free then, jen-jen."
jen-jen.
if you weren't already mercilessly tugging at his heartstrings, that infuriatingly sweet little nickname would have singlehandedly shattered and snapped them completely.
"yeah.. yeah, i'll make sure to free up my schedule for next weekend."
you yelp out of joy, immediately throwing your arms around him and murmuring soft words of gratitude and encouragement while he quietly feels his heart simultaneously break and swell at your embrace.
in what feels like a much shorter time span than a week, the destined weekend double date finally arrives. jeno is all nerves and anxiety, his traitorously unhelpful conscience conjuring up all the many ways this could go very wrong.
the plan is for him to pick you up from your apartment at exactly 6:30 and no later than to head to the place together, since it's already half an hour drive.
he dressed casual, but not too casual. he pulled on a gray-ish henley with dark wash jeans and some brown, small boots. not too shabby, he supposed.
when he pulled up to your apartment and knocked on the door, he barely had time to wait twenty seconds before you swung it open. when his eyes landed on you, you stood there dressed in one of the most beautiful, casually enchanting dresses he's ever seen you in. and considering how many times he's had the misfortune of watching you doll up for other men, that's saying something.
"wow, you look..." he mumbles under his breath. he doesn't even have time to wonder if you caught it because you cut him off before the sentence can fully take shape.
you smooth the fabric of your dress with a quick motion and pick up your delicate purse from the small stand near the door. it then clicks shut behind you as you step out into the very pleasant weather of an august evening. the scent of your feminine, airy perfume wafts up to jeno's nose in large waves of sweetness, which is more than his already precarious restraint can bear.
"oh my goodness, you're perfectly on time!" you exclaim. "we should leave now—i don't want us to be late."
he nods and immediately leads you to the parking lot, opening the passenger door of his car for you, the gesture silent but undeniable in its chivalry. despite the 'just friends' label that you both stupidly cling onto, he can't resist treating you with every ounce of tender, gentlemanly attention a boyfriend would. the same attention you complain to him about not finding in any man you talk to romantically.
if only you bothered to open your eyes...
you climb into his passenger seat, swiftly clicking in your seatbelt with one hand while the other pulls out your phone to type in the name of the joint into the GPS app. jeno walks around the car and slips into the driver's seat, switching on the ignition and clicking in his own seatbelt.
"i'm so freaking excited, jeno, seriously. me and this guy have great chemistry, and i'm sure that you'll love his friend that he's bringing too. she's super pretty. wanna see?"
he's not at all excited. he shakes his head, gently taking your phone from your hands and placing it on his right thigh with the directions on-screen as he pulls out of the parking lot, one arm moving to rest behind your headrest as he reverses.
"i'll see her anyway when we get there, no?"
you blow a lighthearted raspberry at him, flipping down the overhead mirror to take one last glance at your makeup. light brown tones dust your eyelids, while a delicately lighter shade of pink warm your cheeks. your lips, coated with a thin layer of glossy sheen, look succulent and soft under the combined, dim light of the car and the moon above.
it's an entire battle in and of itself for him to keep his eyes on the road ahead, and not blatantly gawk at you the way he wants to.
it kills him to ask—to feign interest in any aspect of this situation—but anything to break the silence that's beginning to envelope the space of the car.
"so... about the guy. and the girl too, i guess. but um.. how well do you know them?"
you snap the overhead mirror back into place, gently tugging the hem of your dress a little lower on your thighs. clearing your throat, you speak with that easy, naturally smooth tone that has developed between you two after months of closeness.
"well, i don't know the girl at all—tonight will be my first time meeting her, too. but the guy, we've been talking back and forth for about a month now. his name is jaemin—he's really hot, actually, but i can't tell if he's just another jackass... guess we'll find out."
jeno simply nods along, his face betraying nothing of his inner turmoil and how every word leaving your lips is slowly chipping away at and dismantling his sanity and emotional control.
"i'm excited," is all he murmurs. you clap and smile widely, beaming with delight at his apparent enthusiasm. you remain unaware of just how violently he's fighting the impulse to turn his car all the way back to your apartment and call this whole idiotic 'quadruple date' off.
for the rest of the ride, he switches on some smooth r&b, velvety vocals and silky instrumentals flowing through the speakers at a comfortable volume, wrapping the car in a cocoon of intimate warmth.
approximately half an hour later, they pull into the parking lot of the bar/grill joint, the sturdy yet inviting brick building's windows already showing flickers of other customers within the establishment, which is bathed in yellow-toned lighting.
you exited the car almost before he had fully parked, and the sight made his stomach churn. he felt the urge to lock the doors and remain seated (possibly for the rest of his days) intensify. only now that he was parked in front of the building, which seemed more like hell on earth than an inviting, fun place to enjoy a night out, was the reality of the situation beginning to crystallize.
when you glanced back and saw jeno still frozen behind the wheel through the windshield, you waved him over with a playful gesture, your expression blooming into one of your signature, sweet, torturously disarming smiles; the very one he wishes he could devour right off your pretty little face.
he sighs softly to himself, muttering "just do it, it'll be fine" over and over under his breath as he opens the driver's side door, climbing out of the car and walking over to your side, following you into the establishment.
he rests a hand on the small of your back as you enter together, the touch effortlessly instinctive. the lively chaos of the combined bar and grill immediately swallows both of you. almost every table is packed with customers, some nursing drinks while others enjoy meticulously prepared meals. a vibrant tapestry of chatter and laughter fill the space as your eyes sweep the room in search of the two individuals you're here to acquaint yourselves with.
finally, your eyes land on a man with jet black hair, the strands artfully arranged to accentuate his striking appearance. beside him stood a woman whose face you couldn't quite discern all the way from here, but from what you can see, she looks drop-dead gorgeous. that must be jaemin and his friend. you practically gripped jeno's arm and led him across the room with purposeful strides to the table in the corner.
as you and jeno approached the table, jaemin and his friend glanced up with welcoming smiles and rose from their chairs to greet you both. and wow... jaemin had not overstated his friend's beauty. up close, she was stunning—every contour and soft play of light on her face seems handcrafted by Aphrodite herself. an almost ethereal loveliness.
"you must be karina, right?"
she nods with a smile of such devastating beauty that you're convinced it has felled hundreds of hearts across her lifetime.
you two exchange quick and friendly introductions, and you greet jaemin in turn, who looks like he's trying his absolute best not to check you out. then her gaze moves to jeno, drawn almost immediately to the way one of his hands is gently resting on the small of your back. she chuckles softly to herself at the sight, and then her eyes meet yours again.
"you sure you two are just friends...?"
you laugh, the sound carrying a unintentional hint of awkwardness, as you nod in quick succession. you reach back and carefully remove jeno's hand from your lower back. you felt it—the way his fingers resisted for a moment, clinging to yours stubbornly before releasing.
another of those quiet, intimate gestures that you habitually ignored for the sake of maintaining the fragile boundary of friendship.
"yeah, yeah, of course! jeno's like a brother to me, i swear."
jeno's jaw tightened at the uncomfortable description, but he schooled his expression to one of neutrality. after all, it was perfectly reasonable for you to see him as a brotherly figure. though the sting of it lingered nonetheless.
jaemin took your hand and led you to the seat beside his, pulling it out with the courtesy of a proper gentleman. jeno watched the exchange with the most weakly masked unease, though he stayed silent, lowering himself in the chair next to karina's. she offered him a warm smile. any other man would have melted at the sight, but jeno returned only a polite grin before facing forward. he bore the girl no ill will - she was strikingly beautiful and clearly kind - but his heart has belonged to another for so long that he can't even begin to feign interest in others anymore.
a few long-ish minutes later, a female server approaches the table, and with the amount of patrons currently in the establishment, how flushed her face is, and how she's slightly panting, you can tell they're slammed tonight.
"hello, i'm terribly sorry for the wait! what can i get you guys?"
the group settled on their orders. jaemin opted for pulled pork paired with complimenting whiskey, karina chose a margarita alongside a New York strip steak, you went with grilled chicken and vodka, and finally, jeno ordered the pork chops, along with the only non-alcoholic drink at the table - crisp apple cider.
the server jotted down your orders on her notepad with a certain impressive speed that only years of food service could hone. she assures you all that the kitchen would begin preparing your dishes shortly, then hurried off with a quick smile.
once the drinks arrived, the table erupted into small cheers and murmurs of gratitude. jaemin raised his glass of whiskey and clinked it softly against yours with a warm, charming grin. "to a fun night," he murmured, voice like silk, "and to the company of an absolutely gorgeous woman."
you giggled softly and lifted your glass to clink it against his, taking a delicate sip of the colorless vodka. the liquid leaves a satisfying burn as it slides down your throat. across the table, jeno observes this intimate interaction with a heavy gaze, taking weak, insufficient sips of his cider. karina either is completely incognizant to how jeno's eyes are blatantly glued onto you and jaemin, or she did indeed detect it and chose not to acknowledge it. it seems to be more likely the latter since she then leans in and rests a boldly flirtatious hand on his thigh.
"hey there," she purred, her voice laced with amusement. "you've been awfully quiet since you got here." she laughed softly and scooted her chair closer to his, despite being right beside each other. "i don't think i've heard you say a single word yet."
jeno is snapped out of his very unambiguous studying of you and jaemin, turning to look at karina. her winsome, inviting eyes stare right back at him expectantly, and he feels slightly shamefaced for glaringly neglecting this girl and barely acknowledging her presence, too focused on the conversation you and jaemin are currently engrossed in. he clears his throat and internally pressures himself to at least attempt small-talk with this hopeful woman.
"hey, sorry about that." he replied, trying to shake off the distance and awkwardness. "i didn't mean to seem aloof. but anyways, tell me more about yourself. do you live around here?"
karina seemed much more animated now that jeno was actually participating in the conversation and not dwelling inside his own head. she nods enthusiastically, her fingers tapping a gentle rhythm where they rest on his thigh.
"yeah, i just moved to this area about half a year ago," she said with a warm, sincere smile. "it's been lovely so far!"
jeno gave her a small nod and smiled back politely, the picture of poise. in truth, behaving as though he was absorbed in whatever karina was going on about right beside him felt far more tortuous than he had projected. he tried to contain himself, to restrict his gaze from perpetually finding you and jaemin across the table. he couldn't. his knee was beginning to jitter uncontrollably, sweat was coating his palms in a thin layer of glistening sheen, and his jaw cinched repeatedly. karina's voice dissolved further into the background while the chatter of you and jaemin became deafeningly loud, echoing throughout the recesses of his mind.
luckily, the food arrived just then - a very crucial distraction from jeno's downward spiral. you all thank the server heartily, taking your respective plates while warm steam rises up from the meals in curling plumes. the ambrosial scent of cooked/grilled meat wraps around everyone, and you all fumble to uncover the knives and forks from their neatly folded napkins. jaemin leans over and whispers something to you that jeno - to his disappointment - couldn't decipher from across the table, earning a small chuckle from you. he reaches over to steal a slice of your grilled chicken and you smack his hand away, pushing him gently. he laughs at it; as do you. and all the while, jeno can't seem to look away from your naturally cute and intimate little moment with jaemin.
why was he condemned to sit on the sidelines, forced to spectate you lavish your warmth and attention onto any man but him?
karina observed it all, naturally. i mean, if you weren't so thoroughly preoccupied with jaemin and his flirtatious charm, you would too. anyone with eyes who bothered to pay even an ounce of attention could see how obvious it was that jeno's awareness was fixed on you and the man at your side.
he tore into the tender pork meat harder than necessary, the sharp line of his jaw clenching with each grind of his teeth. this is pure hell for him. he's not sure how much longer he can sit at this table and watch you glow for another man until he ends up clawing his own face off (and jaemin's too.)
then karina claps her hands, successfully drawing attention from the group as she shifts in her chair. "alright, guys, how about a fun icebreaker? never have i ever, two truths and a lie - a game to actually get to know each other?"
you and jaemin are quick to show enthusiasm, but jeno's face remains meticulously deadpan. you finally notice his contrast of reaction from the group and lean forward, addressing him for what is probably the first time since you and jaemin became lost in conversation.
"you're okay with that, right, jen-jen?"
again, that stupid fucking nickname that sends his heart racing faster than it ever should. sometimes he wished that you were simply ordinary. that you'd call him jeno like everyone else does, look ordinary, act ordinary. that you'd just be the most unremarkable and dull woman that he'd have no issue keeping at a platonic distance comfortably. but of course… you're the farthest thing from ordinary. you're lively, magnetic, fun, and one of the most captivating people he's ever had the pleasure of being around. and if he wasn't so utterly terrified of losing your company forever by telling you that his feelings for you ran far deeper than friendship, he would. he'd have told you the moment he realized the truth himself, would have shouted it from the rooftops. but alas, fear of causing your absence from his life has kept him silent and in suffering. and here he remained.
"yeah, of course. i'm up for a fun game."
you smiled warmly at his agreement, seemingly oblivious to his internal torment. and as if watching you be all lovey-dovey with jaemin since the second you two got here wasn't agonizing enough, he now had to witness you casually lean into his side as jaemin's hand boldly found its place on your waist. he clenched his jaw until it ached and tore his eyes away before he did something he'll truly regret - like dragging you out of this damn restaurant and into the backseat of his car where he'd fuck your brains out the way he's been desperately yearning to for far longer than is acceptable.
right then karina pipes up, speaking excitedly and grabbing jeno's hand under the table to intertwine it with hers, like they're already an established couple. "then let's play never have i ever and if you've done the thing mentioned, you have to take an extra large drink of whatever alcohol you ordered, okay? you have to be honest!"
she then tilted toward jeno and whispered softly to him, her voice flirtatious and kittenish - which, again, he would've wholly liquefied at if every inch of his very heavy heart wasn't served bare on a platter just for you. "i know you got cider, so we can just share my drink for the game, handsome." she purred.
jeno gave karina a wordless nod and a strained smile. although he had no desire to share a drink with her. no desire or pull to play this ridiculous game. and he certainly had no desire in seeing jaemin's relentless flirtation towards you, or even worse, to endure the sight of you and your girlish coquetry towards him. he wanted none of this. yet still, he had let you drag him here without so much as a single objection because of how you had lit up from within just talking about this. and in the end, he knows deep down that here he'll stay, in silent agony, if it was what you wanted.
because what is lee jeno if not a fool for you?
the questions started innocently enough, none of them really pertaining to any of jeno's past (or distressingly current) experiences. things like "never have i ever slept with someone on the first day of knowing them," which jaemin and you, much to his dismay, drank to. the thought of some undeserving man who most likely fumbled through sex - failing to please you the way he knows he could - earning the privilege of taking you to bed on the first day... it burns a hole bubbling with searing jealousy through his chest.
karina comes up with the next question, sitting up straight in her seat as she clears her throat. "okay, what about.. never have i ever had feelings for a friend."
the table goes silent for a few moments. jaemin laughs insouciantly, putting up both hands in a cheeky gesture of mock surrender. "not me. all my friends stay friends." karina giggles and makes no move to drink either. then, jeno gently takes hold of the shared alcohol between him and karina, and takes a large, intentional gulp, far larger than necessary. your eyes hovered on his action, and after a few seemingly drawn-out seconds, you lift your own drink and take a sip.
jaemin uttered out an absurdly immature "oohhh", prompting you to gently elbow him while scoffing. jeno, however, stayed mostly stone faced. if anyone bothered to spare a glance under the table, the only thing to give him away would be the restless bounce of his leg.
you sighed softly and shrugged, letting your back press against the backrest of the chair as though your words held no weight at all. "i don't know," you muttered. "sure, i've developed feelings for a few guy friends over the years, but it was never anything major." but jeno had caught the way your eyes had stayed on him when he drank after the question. how it felt as though you weren't planning to drink until he had, which is when you lifted your glass in tandem. your nonchalance rang hollow in his ears - he wasn't convinced. or maybe it was another false impression.
jaemin then turned to jeno, probably their very first one-on-one interaction of the night, as he jutted his chin to him, a nonverbal beckon for his attention. "what about you? why'd you drink?"
jeno's eyes found yours for a fleeting moment before compelling his eyes back down to his drink, where he traced the rim of it with his index finger. "the same for me, i guess." he carded his fingers through his hair. "i sometimes become friends with women that i don't really have strictly platonic intentions with, and i just hope that over time, the label of friendship will drive my feelings to just fade. but... they usually don't."
a blanket of silence fell over the table before jaemin snorted softly, reaching across the table to gently shake jeno by the shoulder. "damn, man. that's gotta suck."
jeno pressed his lips into a thin, taut smile. his opinion of jaemin was souring further and further the longer this outing progressed, but he kept this sentiment carefully disguised, not wanting to spoil the mood.
the game carried on for another half hour, the restaurant gradually emptying out until only your table remained. jeno had only drank a few more times throughout the rounds and was just a tad bit tipsy, while you most definitely had fallen victim to the alcohol completely. you were all over jaemin now, pressing soft kisses on the side of his neck and murmuring things into his ear that he kept chuckling at. karina had apparently caught onto the way jeno's eyes were hooked onto any physical touch that was exchanged between you and jaemin, so she leaned in and whispered.
"you like her, don't you?"
jeno's head snapped to karina beside him, his stance frozen like a deer in headlights. he blinked at her, once, twice. she only laughed at him, gently patting him on the arm. "if you're gonna ask me how i know, save it. anyone with a working pair of eyes could figure it out. the real question is how she hasn't noticed yet."
jeno looked over at you - how your head was resting on jaemin's shoulder, how he was leaning in to brush his nose against yours. it made his fingers curl, nails digging into his thighs. "yeah. i do." he breathed. "and i'm sick of watching from the fucking sidelines."
karina pulled out her phone, noting the time: 10:05 pm. the restaurant was surely set to close soon. she drew near jeno again, voice low and slightly expectant as she spoke, "then tell that to her, not me. tonight. because if you don't... you'd better believe she'll be waking up in jaemin's bed come morning."
jeno visibly flinches at the thought, and his gaze lifts to find karina's. the flirtatious smiles that she had been offering him throughout the evening had faded completely, replaced by a warmer, more encouraging grin. and for the first time all night, jeno reciprocated her beaming expression. he reached over and gave her hand a gentle, friendly squeeze. "thank you, rina," he murmurs softly.
she waved her hand dismissively, her smile shifting to something more mischievous but still warm. "oh, don't thank me. the last thing i want is to try and pursue a guy whose heart is already taken." then she stands up, her voice louder now to get yours and jaemin's attention.
"alright, guys! it's getting late, let's wrap up here."
you let out a drunken groan of disappointment and latched onto jaemin's arm, shaking your head like a petulant child. he chuckled and began to rise, trying to coax you out of your seat as well. after a few moments of half-hearted resistance, you finally gave in, swaying from side to side as you stood shakily.
"come on, darling. let's get you into the car," jaemin hummed, one strong arm wrapped securely around your waist while he carried your purse in his other hand. jeno glanced at the other man's affectionate touch on you from the corner of his eye, jaw tightening as he willed his feet forward, to the restaurant exit. he reached the door before the rest of you, holding it open.
karina stepped outside first and waited for the group, tapping her foot lightly against the pavement. the moment jaemin escorted you through the doorway, jeno moved. he couldn't refrain himself - he wanted nothing more than to be the one with his arm curved around your waist, holding you steady, feeling your delicate head be supported by his broad shoulder, all of it. he deserved that. more than jaemin, more than anyone.
jeno's large hand gently (yet firmly) slid around your upper arm and carefully extracted you from jaemin, pressing you into his side instead. his gaze shifted to jaemin's face, bewilderment evident on his features. the look swirling in jeno's eyes wasn't outright anger, but it was by no means friendly, either.
"i'll take care of her," he stated unwaveringly. with that, he guided you out of the doorway and into the cool night air, the faint chill skimming across your skin. jaemin blinked in clear confusion before trailing after you three. karina and jaemin made their way to their parked car that they arrived in as jeno helped you over to say your goodbyes.
"i'll text you soon, sweetheart," jaemin said, reaching out to touch your shoulder. a tipsy smile rounded your lips, but jeno deftly tilted you backward before jaemin's hand could even graze you. to any casual observer, it might've seemed like he was simply stabilizing you, but that was far from the truth. in reality, after nearly three excruciatingly long hours of watching you entwined with another man, he can no longer endure even the faintest whisper of jaemin's hands upon you.
after exchanging brief farewells with jaemin and karina (who had an almost imperceptible but clearly present smirk on her face), jeno paused. before he fully walked away and towards his car, he leaned in close to jaemin, just out of your earshot, and muttered, the muscles of his jaw tensing noticeably. "this was a one-time thing. trust me, she's not that interested in you. so move on." jaemin's eyes widened, but his discombobulated brain couldn't even form a proper response before jeno was already turning away, striding across the parking lot with you in his grasp. was any of that true? no. were you actually interested in jaemin? from what he witnessed while on the date, yes. but jeno didn't care. he refused to let this thing between you and jaemin blossom, which would undoubtedly oblige him to endure more instances of flirtatious tomfoolery between you two.
he then opens the passenger door and helps you inside, reaching over you to buckle you in, his large, warm fingers brushing your waist. the accidental contact sends a tingle up his spine, making him swallow deeply in order to collect himself and his unexpectedly improper thoughts. he closes the door and rounds the front of the car to the driver's side, slipping inside and clicking his buckle in as well.
jeno pulls out of the parking lot, observing with mild disgust and annoyance as you roll down your window to wave goodbye to jaemin and karina as the car passes them, and before you can blow a kiss to jaemin, jeno extends one hand from the steering wheel towards the window control panel on his left, swiftly pulling up on the switch for the passenger window, rolling it up.
you turn to frown at jeno, eyebrows furrowed and your bottom lip jutting out slightly in a pout. it would've been a cute sight if he wasn't already brimming with cutting envy and aggravation. "what's your deal tonight? if you told me you were gonna be in such a pissy mood all evening, then i would have just gone on the date alone, with only me and jaemin," you uttered. the words only further fueled the flame that was scorching him from the inside, and he blabbered out something bitter in reply.
"yeah, of course, and then there would be no one there to stop you from making the moronic decision of jumping his bones on the first night, right?"
your face wrinkled with ire, and you sat up straight despite the alcohol, clearly wired up now from his jab at you and your practices with men you talk to. your voice increased in volume as the hostility between you two blanketed the car in suffocating intensity. "oh, really?" you exclaimed. "and who the hell are you to fucking sit here and dictate who i can and can't sleep with?" he went rigid. he didn't have a clear answer to that without revealing the depth of his feelings for you.
he released a breath he hadn't realized he was holding and extinguished the blistering fire that had begun to engulf his insides, softening his tone. "i'm just looking out for you. i don't want idiots who don't even understand your worth to constantly have access to you... or your body," he breathed. as the words left his lips, he knew they skirted perilously close to the truth.
but clearly, his tone quieting didn't fully appease you the way he'd hoped. the alcohol in your system has made you especially susceptible to your emotions, and they were rapidly taking over for the still remaining twenty minutes of the drive back. the volume of your voice only increased and you spat back, "looking out for me? don't sit here and fucking bullshit me, jeno - you've never said shit about who i have sex with before. so why the hell are you suddenly in my business?" jeno gritted his teeth together at the honesty of your words. it was true, of course. he had rarely let himself bring this topic up and how much it frustrated him, but his composure was evaporating now. the weight of it was pressing down on his chest, trying to smother him in his own love for you.
meanwhile, you weren't entirely unaffected, either. for quite some time now, something had always been twisting your chest whenever jeno was near. a strange, incessant ache that shrunk you like a wrung-out cloth. it happened whenever you felt his hands unintentionally brush your skin, whenever you felt his eyes on you when you weren't looking, only for him to turn away the moment you glanced back his way. it frustrated you to no end, this inability to decipher him. how one second he seemed completely fine with your quest for finding the right guy, encouraging even, while the next he was disapproving of it all, snapping at you and calling your choices idiotic. the inconsistency made your head spin.
his temper was rising again as well, knuckles whitening as his fingers clutched the steering wheel like he was fighting not to rip it off. "because i can't fucking stand it," he growled. "i can't sit there and watch you throw yourself at him all night, let him touch you, kiss your neck like he has any right to. it makes me sick to my stomach, i mean, god damn it, sunshine, he doesn't even know you! you don't know him, and he deserves none of the privileges that you're simply handing to him, god, i just-" he cuts himself off with a sharp intake of breath, pressing his lips together.
the car was plunged into a weighty silence for several long seconds. your head snapped to look at him, chest rising and falling rapidly. your eyes burned into his side profile - that sharp jawline that you had privately dreamt of kissing. lower still, they drifted to that prominent bob of his adam's apple, that you had regularly imagined of dragging your nose along just to drown yourself in that masculine, musky scent of his. the bitterness in your tone was now laced with something much more deeply rooted in your friendship with jeno: hurt, confusion... yearning. "then why don't you ever say anything? why do you always do this, act all supportive of me getting to know other men and then randomly lose your shit on a random tuesday?"
jeno didn't answer. he didn't know how to without ripping open a door he wasn't ready to walk through. he didn't want to lose you. the fear of shattering the fragile balance of your friendship, trust, company... it's all that kept circulating in his mind. so, he remained silent throughout the rest of the drive to your apartment. however, you continued to fire off pointed arguments every few minutes, your annoyance and exasperation only fueled further by his stubborn silence. finally, he pulled into the parking spot right outside your building, and the second the car was parked, you unbuckled yourself and stormed out, with jeno trailing right behind. you flew up the lobby stairs and to your door, keys already in hand as you continued to complain. it was clear you were planning to resume this feud inside.
you shove the keys inside the keyhole and twist sharply, pushing the door open as your voice continues to cut through the air, jeno's large frame looming close behind you. "i mean, you have to fucking cooperate, jeno!" you snapped, irritation pouring out of you in large heaps. "i'm trying my best to understand what the hell is going on inside your head, and you just—"
he doesn't let you finish your sentence. the second the door shuts, he locks it and grabs you by the shoulders, walking you backwards until your back is flattened against the wall, leaving you trapped between the white surface behind you and his tall, muscular body in front of you. his pitch is much lower than it was in the car, rougher in a different way. not anger... but want. it made your stomach flip with something like excitement and pure desire. he's never once spoken to you like this. not the supportive, caring, loyal jeno you've grown to know. this version of him was entirely new, and you were shameless enough to like it.
"you wanna know what the fuck is going on in my head? huh?" his eyes bored into you with something you could only describe as raw hunger. "you really want me to say it? fine." his grip on your shoulders tightened, bordering on a sting. "i'm jealous, alright? I'm so fucking jealous of every single goddamn guy that you've gone on dates with, slept with, and spent any of your precious time with. why? because i want it. i want you. all for myself, every fucking piece."
you stood there and blinked at him with wide eyes, heart pounding so hard that it feels as though it's going to leap out of your chest and land right in his palms. his gaze softens somewhat when he sees your dumbfounded expression, and he drops his forehead to yours, breathing in your scent properly for what's probably the first time ever. he murmured, "i'm sorry for not telling you until now, i know, it's a stupid, stupid thing for me to hide it from you. i just... god, i just didn't want to lose you, and now i don't know if i already have—"
now it was your turn to cut him off. rising onto your toes to reach his mouth, your lips silencing his with a passionate kiss. it froze him for a good few seconds. then the dam shattered, and his larger, calloused hands abandoned your shoulders and tumbled into your hair, moving his lips against yours like he's been craving for the taste of you since the moment he first laid eyes upon you. the dominance of him is almost overwhelming as he caught your lower lip between his teeth, demanding entry. the instant your lips parted, his tongue swept inside and began tangling with yours.
you moaned into his mouth, fingers curling into his shirt as he pressed you harder against the wall, his strong body molding perfectly against yours. you can't remember the last time you felt this intoxicated by a man's touch. one of his hands left the strands of your hair to grip your thigh, hoisting it high around his waist as he ground himself against you, causing another soft whimper to roll off your tongue, which he was currently devouring. you could feel the growing tent in his jeans, which was only making your head swim with more indecent thoughts.
he broke the kiss briefly, only to trail his hot, open mouth along the line of your jaw and neck, making your head fall back against the wall and your lips part in a noiseless gasp. "fuck..." he pressed his nose to your neck, inhaling that heady, exquisite fragrance that always clung to you like it was your natural essence. he rasped against your skin, muttering, "you have no idea... just how many times i've dreamt of this. of you." he sounded desperate. like he doesn't know how to contain his passion for you now that he finally had you at his mercy. his hips twitched against yours, silently imploring for any kind of friction as his hand slipped under your dress, fingers poking into the silky smooth skin of your inner thighs.
"please," he whispers huskily between kisses placed to the delicate skin of your throat. "let me have you. i'll make you feel so good, i'll show you just how much i've longed for you—just, please. my gorgeous, gorgeous girl..." his hips still subtly rolled against yours, as if he was hardly holding himself back.
and how could you say no to him when he's pleading so pretty?
your fingers gently twisted the satiny strands of his hair that were fragrant with something fresh and citrusy like mint lemonade. you buried your nose into his hair, immersing yourself into his scent as you hummed against his locks, "then have me, jen. because god knows i've wanted you, too."
he lifts his head for his eyes to meet yours, irises sparkling with something like pleasant surprise and trust. he chuckles, shaking his head as if this situation is one of the most ridiculous circumstances he's ever caught himself tangled up in. "jesus, we are both so fucking stupid and blind."
and then his mouth slammed onto yours again, like any ounce of human etiquette had leaped out the window, leaving an unbridled, primal sense of want that was overriding any other emotion in his body. he lifted you off your feet, both large hands on the underside of your thighs as he carried you to your bedroom. he laid you down on your bed. the same bed that he had sat on many instances prior to this moment, while you ranted to him about another disappointing interaction with a man. all while he was battling not to strip you bare and show you how satisfactory he could really be for you.
his lips attached onto your pulse point and sucked, tongue flicking and teeth nipping gently. it made your back arch just slightly off the bed as you felt your panties clinging to your heat, which was becoming dewy with your juices. and as if he just had some kind of hunch on how damp you were growing because of him, he chuckled almost mockingly, warm palms sliding up your thighs and pushing up your dress.
"are you getting wet already, pretty? is that all it took for you? hmm?" he spread your legs to make room for himself, before his vision fell to the expanding wet spot on the center of your pink, cotton lace trim panties. his breath caught at the sight as he let out a shaky exhale. you felt so exposed - your face was reddening with warmth and your eyes had already gone cloudy despite him barely doing anything to you yet.
he gently reaches one finger between your legs and gently moves aside the strip covering your wetness, revealing your dripping, aching folds to his eyes. he lets out a broken, needy sound at the display - a mix between a low groan and a whimper. he curls that finger and slowly drags the undergarments all the way down your legs, tossing it somewhere, forgotten on your bedroom floor.
he brings his face closer to your heat, breath fanning on your oversensitive flesh as he trailed kisses up your inner thigh with as much patience as he could muster in this moment.
"my god, baby... you can't even fucking fathom how beautiful you are right now.."
you could barely process the flush his words were producing on the apples of your cheeks before you felt his lips press against you, making you choke out a soft gasp. he snickers at how effortlessly he pulls those lovely noises from you. he prefers to believe that none of those other assholes you were involved with got to you as much as he does. i mean, the proof is right here, isn't it?
he begins to place heated, open-mouthed kisses on your pussy, each one provoking a small shiver to ripple through you. then his tongue sweeps through your slit, all the way from bottom to top. it tugged a soft, needy whine from the back of your throat. your fingers hurried to grasp at his locks in between your legs, hips rolling forward and subconsciously seeking more of his mouth.
"there you go, sweetheart," he murmured against you, the sound delivering vibrations through your cunt, only adding to the ecstasy. "doing so good f'me.."
each filthy praise and desperate murmur that dripped from his lips like melted, drizzling honey only made you clench tighter around his tongue. he smirked against your soaked warmth, eyes flicking up to yours, which were half-lidded and pleasure-drunk. he knew what he was doing to you, and he fully intended on making you crumble for him like no other man had. and no other man ever will.
the tip of his tongue began circling and flitting against your extremely sensitive bud, forcing your sounds to evolve from simple whines and whimpers to uncontrolled moans and gasps, back arching off your sheets. and then you felt your eyes roll back and an unbridled wail push past your lips when he applied suction to your clit, your fingers tugging at his hair.
"jeno, fuck—! oh my god..."
he only doubled his efforts at your cry, determined to unravel you completely. one of his thick fingers teased your entrance before fully sinking it inside you, wet tongue still lapping and sucking at your puffy clit. the double sensation made a wave of blissful pleasure wash over you, making multiple whimpers of his name escape you.
and then he sped up. it felt less like he was doing it solely for your pleasure, and more like he himself was taking great delight in having your salty-sweet juices on his tongue.
another finger joined the one that was already curling inside you, scissoring to stretch you further. the tip of his tongue flicked faster against your swollen bud, your back arching and legs twitching. your hips began to buck and attempt to flee from his ministrations between your legs. so, his free hand reached up and placed one large palm in the center of your stomach, pressing down gently to stop you from slipping away. the pressure only made the tightening knot in your abdomen feel as though it was going to burst.
"don't move. i'm not done."
your sounds slowly became more high-pitched and frequent as you started to near your climax, fingers knotting into his hair and pulling as though he's currently your only anchor to this earth. he growl-hissed against your flesh at the sharp yank stinging his scalp, the feeling only spurring him on.
"j-jeno, oh my god... i'm gonna—!" you gasp.
jeno smirked darkly against your clit, still lapping at your clit like a pussy drunk man, a third finger teasing your dripping hole. he mutters the words hotly into your skin, which sends another shock of pleasure through your body. "think you can fit a third finger before you cum, baby? or is your pussy too tight for that?"
you were so close to your orgasm that you could practically taste it, and all that was spilling from you now were barely coherent babbles, broken whimpers, and frantic nods. he exhaled a laugh at your helplessness, the air blowing over your clit and only making your legs twitch once more. and then, one last flip of his tongue and a striking curl of his fingers sent you toppling over the edge. an intensely euphoric surge crashed into you as your orgasm hit: legs twitching, jaw going slack, digits plunging into his locks, all of it. jeno helped you ride through your climax, his movements slowing down so as to not overstimulate or pain you in any way.
after you come down from your high with your chest heaving and eyes fluttered shut, jeno finally withdraws from between your legs. his fingers slowly eased out from inside you as well, one final flutter of your walls punctuating his exit. when your heavy-lidded eyes do open, the sight that greets you is arguably filthier than the entirety of what he just did to you. holding your stare, he stuck his fingers, slick with your essence, into his mouth as he sucked them thoroughly. as if he couldn't bear to waste even a single drop of you.
you couldn't help but ask breathlessly, "been wanting to do that for a while, huh?"
his signature eye smile flashed across his features, the very one that makes him resemble an adorable Samoyed in human form. but right now, on him... it looked like pure, unadulterated sin. the condition he's in - hair mussed from your fingers, chin and mouth area still glistening with your juices, and his eyes, that remained utterly ravenous as they bored into yours. the sight alone made that familiar dampness in your core return, oozing out of your entrance in small driblets.
and then came his voice, raspy and slightly hoarse, and it sent a new jolt of fresh want gushing through your thumping veins.
"for a really long time, sweetheart. and it was better than any fantasy of mine."
he hooked his arms beneath your thighs and pulled you close, until you were pressed snugly against him. he leaned down, face hovering just above yours as his voice came out in a wanting, husky murmur, "and now all this... it's got me so hard, it hurts," he hoarsely declared. "fuck, baby, it really hurts. you'll help me, won't you? please.."
it was his indirect, almost bashful way of seeking permission to take things further than his mouth's devotion to you alone. he was undoubtedly pining for more, his body trembling almost imperceptibly above yours in sheer necessity. yet the way his eyes search yours makes it crystal-clear that he'd instantly stop if it was too much for you. even amidst his ardent lust, jeno's care and affection for you outweighed it all.
however, you found it absolutely ludicrous that he had even a shroud of doubt of your want, primarily because the amounts in which your arousal was dripping out of you and beginning to pool onto your sheets in a mortifyingly obvious stain should've been enough. but of course, jeno needed explicit consent. what a gentleman.
so you nodded, eyes still glassy with unsatisfied desire. you wanted to go further, perhaps even more than he did. you breathed, "yes.. yes, i want to. please?"
and holy shit, that was all he needed to hear. jeno's lips descend upon yours with zealousness, one hand cradling the back of your neck to draw you nearer while the other deftly pops open the buttons of his jeans and tugs the zipper downward. he shoves both the denim and his boxers down his hips impetuously. his throbbing length bounds free from the confines of fabric, slapping his abdomen as he yanks his shirt over his head, tossing it somewhere onto the floor.
his eyes never leave yours as he strokes himself once, then twice, lining himself up to your opening before slowly pushing the mushroomy head inside. your walls immediately clench around him at the intrusion, eliciting a choked-off, squeaky gasp from you. he groans raggedly, one hand on your thigh to spread you wider for him as the other rests adjacent to your head on the sheets to keep him upright. in one more brisk movement, he's fully sheathed inside of you, his hold on your thigh tightening as he lets both of you adjust to the sensation.
"fuck, you're tight, baby—oh my god. gonna make me cum..." he mewled into your ear.
jeno babbled filthy praises and whimpers of pleasure continuously, beginning to rock into you slowly. his thrusts gradually began to accelerate, alongside his rants, which were becoming more frequent and lewd. however, you couldn't find any awareness in you (besides the extreme feelings of pleasure) to reply, so you laid there, twitching and trembling while your whines and moans resounded in the air. every drag of his cock inside your narrow, gummy walls sent shocks of ecstasy up your spine, creating a beautiful arch of your back.
he was so graciously endowed in the dick department that you could feel the tip of his cock brush against your cervix every other thrust, despite the fact that he wasn't going as deep as he could.
his hand slid up your spine to tangle in your strands, tugging on them gently to tilt your head back, baring the skin of your neck to him. he left a few hickeys in his wake as he spoke, "this pussy was made for me, baby, i swear... i can feel it in how well you fucking take me. no other man fit this well inside you, and i know it. say you know it, too."
you gabbled out an embarrassingly unintelligible response, too lost in ecstasy to even form any coherent words. he chuckled at this, his plunges into you becoming deeper, hitting your cervix more distinctly now.
"can't talk? feels too good?" the jerk had the audacity to fuck you stupid like this and then mock you for sounding like you've never spoken in your life. and of course, his thrusts only deepened as his hand reached down to toy with your clit.
"well, you're gonna have to speak if you want to come. so say—fuck—that you're mine. that this perfect pussy... every inch of it and of you, is mine and will never be anyone else's. and god, i'll give you anything and everything you want, i swear.."
you cried, "yours, jeno, f-fuck! all yours, please, yours.. w-wanna come, please, please..."
he pounds more relentlessly into you, losing himself to the tight wetness around him as his mouth devours yours. his thumb on your clit presses faster circles, propelling you to your peak. it was clear that you were both on the verge of orgasm, apparent with all the noises of bliss filling the room.
"j-jeno, i'm coming! i'm—"
in no longer than a few more seconds, a second orgasm crashes into you, your hands wrapping around his neck and pulling your chest to his as you moan and wail into his ear. jeno's hips slam into yours a few more times before he buries himself right to the hilt, crushing you against him as he groans deeply, letting his white, hot release pipe into you.
and then he melts completely. any trace of the slightly mocking, dominant, and harsh demeanor he used with you during sex dissipates immediately. you feel his warm lips brush against your cheeks, neck, forehead (where he lingers for a moment.) your eyes are fluttered shut, limbs boneless and bordering on numb from the intense experience.
"you did really well for me, gorgeous. so, so good... all for me."
a few minutes pass like that, - arms and legs entangled with one another, lazy kisses and sweet words of affirmation. finally, he sits up slightly, tucking a couple sweaty strands of your hair sticking to your forehead back into place before softly murmuring, "did you mean what you said? that you'll be mine?"
your eyes flitted open, irises still hazy from the aftermath and swirling with something riskily close to love as you stare at him and nod.
"of course i meant that. i've liked you for a while now, i just never said anything because... well, i didn't know the extent of how you felt. i thought you viewed me as a friend, and i didn't wanna ruin that with you."
jeno lets out a self-deprecating laugh, shaking his head as he mutters, "and to think that this entire time i hid it from you because i thought the same exact thing. just a pair of dumbasses, both of us."
you both burst out into laughter, hugging each other tighter as he plants a few more kisses on the blue-purplish marks he left on your skin, mapping them like twinkling stars in the sky. he pecks his way up to your ear, which is when he whispers to you:
"i'll take you on a proper date soon. and then we can do this again for the rest of our lives."
you giggle softly, running a hand through his hair.
"possessive, are we?"
he doesn't look amused.
"okay, okay, god! fine, we'll date. loser."
he laughs and scoops you up from the bed, still planting kisses all over your face as he carries you to the shower, kicking the door open.
Jeno Finds Out About the Time You Wanted to Break Up with Him
"I'm going to get it stuck in your pretty, stupid head that you're fucking mine and only mine."
Pairing -> Fiancé!Lee Jeno x Fiancée!Female Reader.
Genre -> Smut +18 mdni
Word Count -> 2k
Synopsis -> A continuation fromthis.
Disclaimer -> Raw sex, reader is on the pill, degradation, spanking, mirror sex, possessive behaviour, curse words.
Author’s Note:- You don’t have to read the previous story but tldr of the linked story, the reader felt super insecure so she wanted Jeno to break up with her. (Also lmao, I never planned to do a continuation but this just suddenly came to me out of nowhere 💀).
PLEASE DO NOT PLAGIARISE, TRANSLATE, OR FEED MY WORK TO AN AI SYSTEM ON ANY PLATFORM!
Enjoy reading :)
The air in the enclosed, moving vehicle was thick and heavy. Jeno, your fiancé, strummed his fingers against the steering wheel as he directed his attention on the road, eyes dark and unreadable. Only silence filled the car, there was no light conversation or sideway glances from him at all.
The pulse of your heartbeat was the only sound that drummed in your ears. You fucked up. You had one too many drinks and in a dumb game of Never Have I Ever on game night with both of your couple friends, you stupidly put a finger down when someone asked, "never have I ever thought about breaking up with my significant other." It was already too late when you noticed the slight shocked gaze in Jeno's eyes that carried a hint of hurt and betrayal, while the others hollered and shouted over the exciting revelation.
"Why?" Jeno asked in the softest whisper but the singular question carried a hefty weight, his eyes still on the road.
An apology was heavy on your tongue but you knew Jeno deserved more than that. You smacked your dry lips and licked them before you answered. "I thought you would get tired of me one day so I did things to make you want to break up with me. I'm sorry, Jeno." Your hushed voice was loud and clear to Jeno - his jaw slightly clenched at your answer. With a sliver of courage, you glanced at him again, only to be met with an impassive face.
The rest of the ride, and until you reached your apartment, was full of silence. The dimly lit space welcomed you but you only felt a cold shudder passed by you. You quietly pattered behind Jeno as you walked to your shared bedroom. While you shrugged off your clothes, your eyes naturally stared at Jeno as he unbuttoned his black flannel one by one, he looked as if he was in deep thought. You let out a small breath and wrapped yourself in a towel to get ready for a bath.
You were headed towards the bathroom but Jeno walked towards you with dark eyes and pressed his hot lips against yours. He bit into your lower lip with an animalistic like behaviour and slipped his tongue inside yours. And you let him, and you let yourself get lost in him and pushed yourself closer in his arms. Jeno trailed his fingers down the side of your body till he reached the top hem of the towel and unraveled the towel, letting it dropped to the floor.
He lifted your naked waist with one arm and threw you down on the edge of the bed. "My stupid, pretty girl thinking I'll ever leave her." He spoke in a menacing tone as he crawled onto the bed and hovered above you, the lines of his abs glistened under the lighting but he still had his jeans on. You felt vulnerable and aroused that you were completely naked and bare underneath while he still had his clothing on. Thighs on either side of your body and you could see the large outline of his large and thick dick against his jeans that was struggling to be released. You reached your hands to the waistband of his boxer, which peeked out underneath the jeans, but Jeno stopped you and pinned both of your hands up your head. "Not today." He mouthed the shell of your ear and licked the outline of it and you involuntarily tingled.
You whined in protest at the thought of not being able to touch him and protested by wiggling your way out his tight gripped but you were a lost cause against him. He ignored your protests and left a hot trail of wet kisses down to your jawline then licked the column of your neck with his pink tongue, he left harsh sucks all over it. Each and every bite left you a moaning mess when he hit a particular sensitive spot in between where your neck and shoulder meets; you felt his evil grin on your skin.
Jeno traced his tongue until he reached the valley of your boobs and engulfed your nipple in his warm mouth with his eyes closed, while his other free hand tweaked and twisted the other nipple, making sure it wasn't left out and neglected. His teeth grazed around your boob fat in a content hummed as you writhed underneath him - tortured by the pleasure. He switched his attacks on your other boob and bit your underboob as you winced out in pleasure. You cried out when his free hand withdrew from your boob and trailed down to your cunt, lightly circling around the nub with his middle and ring finger but no pressure was applied.
A ghost of a pressure hovered near your entrance, almost giving you what you needed but his fingers refused to enter your pussy. "Jeno," you let out a whined at the lack of contact between his slender fingers and your cunt. "Please," you moaned at him who was still busy leaving leaving rough bites and sucks on your boob. "Touch me."
There was a trail of saliva that suspended in the air as he disconnected from your boob. "Now you want me to touch your pretty pussy? Thought you wanted to break up with me?" He looked at you with a menancing, yet a hint of playfulness, in his eyes.
"No, I only need you." You cried out of desperation at Jeno.
"Gunna fuck you till you get in your pretty, silly head that you're fucking mine." He easily flipped you on your stomach and pushed your head down and lifted your hips up. He tugged your hair up until you saw yourself and Jeno in the mirror that was placed in the corner of the room . "You're going to watch me fuck you in the mirror. See how stupid and dumb you get on my fucking cock."
"Look at this, you're already dripping wet for me." Jeno slapped your wet pussy hard not once, but twice, and you winced out of pleasure. He watched as the translucent arousal dripped from your cunt; he couldn't resist licking your sticky liquid with his tongue. He sucked in your cunt so hard that your whole body shook with pleasure. You moaned out, wanting more of his tongue, and he gave it to you. His face buried so deep in your pussy as he licked his tongue in and out of your entrance, and his nose reached your clit that you couldn't resist but rub yourself against it. Jeno slapped your ass hard, "fucking desperate slut, rubbing yourself on my fucking nose." He mumbled against your vagina but continued making out with it with deep kisses and a swirl of his tongue. You couldn't tell because you were high on pleasure but Jeno was tracing out the word "mine," all over your pussy again and again. You feel the pressure coiled inside of you, just a little more and you were ready to come. You grinded on his face, your ass moved up and down in desperate movements and could feel the warmth building up but Jeno took it all away.
"No!" You cried from the loss of heat and pleasure.
Jeno's lower face was soaked in your arousal but he didn't bother cleaning it up - inhaling the scent of your sweet cunt. "The only way you're going to cum is on my dick."
You looked at his reflection in the mirror as he unzipped his jeans and pulled down both his boxer and pants at the same time; you drooled at the sight of his dick that flapped against his stomach. There was precum liquid that oozed out from his tip. You could never get over how long and thick his dick was, especially since he had the prettiest pink tip and the urge to gag him in your mouth was there but now was not the time. You wanted him to fuck you over and over again.
He swiped the precum off his tip with his thumb and fed it to you. "Little treat for you." You groaned at the deliciousness of his salty taste. Then, he angled his dick at your entrance and pushed a small section in. You moaned at the pleasure of feeling his hard dick inside of you. He watched as your cunt slowly sucked him in deeper. "Fuck, look at how well you're taking me." He rambled. "Were you going to fuck some other guy's shrimp-size dick if we, god forbid, broke up." He groaned at the feeling of you sucking in deeper and deeper. He wasn't even half way in yet but you felt so full, getting drunk and dizzy on him. "Fucking answer me, slut," he slapped your ass so hard that you felt the pleasure amplified all over your body.
"No, only you!" You wailed out loud and Jeno rewarded by pushing in his dick even more.
He slapped your ass again. "Then, why did you want to break up?"
"I thought you would get tired of me!" You cried at the feeling of his dick even deeper in you. He was more than halfway there but you knew there was still more of him because of his big dick.
He did a final push and inserted his entire length in you while you screamed out of pleasure; not caring if the entire building could even hear you. He moaned at the feeling of you completely engulfed around his penis and started moving. "I'm going to get it stuck in your pretty, stupid head that you're fucking mine and only mine." At first, his pace was slow and atrocious, letting you get used to the rhythm. He gradually sped up his movements until your ass was smacking his balls, harsh, and the bed shook with such intensity as you moaned from such pleasure. He had the audacity to fucking slapped your ass while he was at it. "What a stupid and silly slut, wanting to break up with me thinking I'll get tired of you." He grunted as sweats rolled down his chest. "Get this in your fucking head. I'm never going to be tired of your fucking pretty pussy, I'm never of your fucking boobs, and I'm never ever going to be tired of you." He rambled on as you weeped. "Got that?"
You focused on the feeling of his dick going in and out at a rapid speed and could almost feel that you were near with the way the pressure was building in your lower core. All you mustered was a low groaned in response. But Jeno did not accepted it, so he spanked your ass again. "Fucking answer me with words." You yelped out from the pleasured pain as he tugged on your hair even tighter. "Who do you fucking belong to?"
"You Jeno! Only, you!" You shouted with a raw voice.
"Good girl, pretty. Now, cum with me." He used one hand to tweaked your nipple as the other steadied your hip, and drove inside you like a madman. "Going to get you all nice and full before the wedding. What do you say pretty girl? Let everyone know you're mine and only fucking mine." He said in a hushed tone as you both reached your climax; he stayed still inside of you, letting his seeds roamed in you. He hadn't bothered to take his dick out but flipped you so you were laid on your back, and peppered soft kisses all over your voice. "You ok, my love?"
Your chest heaved up and down, still drunk out and dazed from the climax. "You still with me?" He asked in a soft voice in which you nodded in response. "Was it too much my pretty baby?" He asked again in a concerned tone.
You pressed a soft kiss on his lips. "It was perfect." He smiled in returned and nuzzled himself in your neck; the quietness of the room took over the atmosphere.
"Do you still feel the same way?" Jeno spoke up in a small voice.
You shook your head. "I was stupid and that was awhile ago, before we even got engaged."
"When was it?" Jeno secretly let out a breath of relief at your answer; he wouldn't know what to do if you weren't in his life and couldn't imagine it without you in it.
You stroked his hair and scratched the back of his head and he nuzzled into you even deeper than before and took in all of your sweet scent. "You know that period of time when I was acting bitchier than usual."
"Not too far off from your normal behaviour." He chuckled in a joking manner, only for you to smacked him, softly, in the head. Jeno unnuzzled himself from your neck and stared at you with soulful eyes. He hated himself so much for even letting you have that thought crossed your mind, and blamed himself for not showing you more of his immense love for you; thought he was showing more than enough but he still had so much to show you just how much he loves you. He doesn't even know if you know how much he loves how clingy and open you get with him because all he wants to do is pepper you with so much love, affection and attention. "I'm sorry for even making you think of that. I'm such an idiot." He exhaled a disappointed sigh.
"Then, we're both idiots." You reassured him as you gazed into his eyes.
"I love you, my fiancée, my wife, my forever." He whispered.
"I love you too, my fiancé, my husband, my forever," and sealed it with a romantic kiss.
Thank you for reading <3 Sorry if some parts feel off, I still feel a bit awkward writing smut 😓.
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tagline: you were rebuilding a bridge while he was burning it down.
synopsis — three years after divorcing jeno, you've found a careful rhythm in co-parenting your son jun. the old fights about his work schedule and emotional distance have faded into polite exchanges and shared custody arrangements. but when small moments of connection start to feel like second chances, you begin to hope that maybe you could try again. though, it all falls apart when jeno asks to introduce jun to his new girlfriend. suddenly, you're forced to confront a devastating truth: the man who claimed he "wasn't good at relationships" during your marriage has apparently learned how to love properly—he just needed someone else to do it with.
Since you started working at that company, there was one name that made you shiver every time you heard it: Lee Jeno. You hadn't worked together, only exchanged a few formal greetings, but it was impossible not to hear what people were saying about him in the hallways. The comments were always made in hushed tones by your coworkers, afraid he might show up and hear everything they were saying about him:
"I heard an intern cried because she had to share a room with Jeno."
"They say a manager was fired from the company after arguing with Jeno in a meeting, and he just stood there, watching it all."
"I've been working here for two years and I've never seen him smile at anyone."
"He doesn't go to happy hour, he doesn't have lunch with the staff, he doesn't participate in anything."
"There's a rumor that he joined the company in a senior position without going through the selection process! He must definitely know some dirt on one of the bosses."
That was the image people had of him: cold, calculating, distant from everyone, and he avoided forming bonds with people as much as possible.
Until, in the middle of a meeting to present the company's new project, your boss said:
"____, Jeno, I need you two to work together on this project."
An immediate chill went through your stomach. All you did was nod and direct your gaze to your newest work partner, who was on the other side of the large table. He might be cold, but he was certainly one of the most handsome men you had ever seen: perfectly styled hair, a body hidden by a black suit that looked tailor-made, glasses resting on a perfectly sculpted nose, just like every other part of his face. He also looked at you and nodded, saying a quiet "Understood." That made you more nervous than it should have.
The meeting ended and the room quickly emptied out. You ended up staying behind, wanting to use the now-empty room to organize some pending tasks, when you felt a presence beside you. It was Jeno. "Can we align the project schedule?"
It took you a moment to realize he was talking to you. "Yes. Of course. The schedule." If you could, you would have slapped yourself on the forehead.
Jeno took a chair and promptly sat down next to you, perhaps too close, because his scent invaded your senses. Although it was a woody aroma, it was comforting.
"I was thinking of dividing it into three stages: research, execution, and validation," he said in a professional manner, pointing to the notes he had taken on his laptop during the meeting, explaining each point. But your attention was on his hands: large, firm. For a fraction of a second, you wondered what it would be like to be gripped by them...
"What do you think?" he asked, bringing your attention back.
"I... I liked it.”
"Which part?"
"Uh... all of it?" Clearly, you hadn't paid attention to a single word he had just said.
He let out a short, quiet laugh. "I can explain it again if you want." Jeno was calm, patient, as if he could explain the same thing a million times.
"I'm sorry, I'm not managing to concentrate properly today."
"It's okay," he said and simply began to explain everything again in the most patient way possible.
In the following days, messing up around Jeno became something that happened almost all the time. Partly because you thought he would lose his temper with you, partly because he was too handsome up close.
One day you spilled coffee near his desk, another day you forgot to do the research he had asked for. You even mixed up his name with your best friend's. But he would always say, accompanied by a half-smile: "It's okay."
Another time, you were walking past the break room and dropped the pile of documents you were holding. "My God, what is wrong with me?" you whispered, frustrated with the whole situation.
Then, you saw a hand enter your field of vision. Jeno was crouching beside you, helping you gather all the papers scattered across the floor. He was very close, close enough for you to feel the warmth of his body and his shoulder brushing against yours.
"There's nothing wrong with you." He had heard the complaint you made to yourself.
"Maybe, but I've been very nervous lately."
"Nervous around me?"
Your eyes widened in a way you didn't think was possible, and you ended up stumbling over your own words: "No... I mean, yes, maybe... I don't know..."
He observed you for a moment longer, trying to understand what you were trying to say. He simply handed you the organized pile of papers.
After spending so much time with him, you were slowly realizing that he wasn't the monster people said he was. He was always willing to help you at various points in the project. But your impression of him truly changed one night when you stayed a little later at the office and heard someone crying. When you found where the sound was coming from, you realized the person was with Jeno, who was speaking in a firm, yet soft tone of voice.
"Take a deep breath, everything will be fine."
You recognized that he was talking to a colleague from the finance department who had probably made a mistake at work.
"I messed up everything and missed the deadline. They're going to fire me!" she said between sobs.
"No, they won't. I'll help you," he said calmly.
"But you're still so busy with work."
"It's not a problem. I'll help you."
And he did. He explained, helped and kept your colleague calm the whole time. It was then that you realized everyone was wrong about Jeno. Your heart began to fill with something you didn't understand, but it was very comforting.
After that moment, your relationship with Jeno gradually changed, as if you were starting to feel more comfortable around him.
He noticed it.
From then on, he always brought you a coffee before starting work, organized the files to "make your job easier," and even made "jokes" to lighten the mood, making you laugh because they were so bad.
One night when you both stayed a little late, it was raining and you had forgotten your umbrella. Jeno looked at the rain, then looked at you.
"I'll drive you home." He wasn't asking. He was just saying he would take you home.
"You don't have to, I live nearby."
"But you might catch a cold, and I don't want that to happen." Seeing that Jeno cared about you made your heart skip a beat.
You walked to his car, sharing the small space of the umbrella. Upon reaching the car, Jeno opened the passenger door for you to get in, and then took his place behind the wheel.
Indeed, you lived very close, so the drive was quick and quiet.
"We arrived! Thank you so much—" You were about to get out of the car, but Jeno was faster: he rushed to open the door for you and already had the umbrella open to guide you to the door of your small house.
"You didn't have to do all that."
"It's no trouble at all."
Jeno stopped in front of the door, still holding the umbrella above the two of you. You twirled the keys between your fingers, a little nervous:
"Jeno..." You called him before he could say goodbye and leave.
"Hmm?" He tilted his head slightly, as he always did when you spoke. If you weren't so nervous, you would have said he looked like a lost puppy, but you just swallowed hard.
"Can I ask you something?" He just nodded his head, and you asked: "Why are you so kind to me?"
He furrowed his eyebrows slightly. He didn't seem offended, just confused by the sudden question. "Kind?"
"Yes... kind." You gave an awkward laugh, trying to make the situation a little lighter. "I always heard you were cold, that you didn't like to socialize with people at the company. I confess that, at the beginning of the project, I was a little scared, that's why I was so nervous and messed up all the time." You laughed again, looking away. You wouldn't be able to handle seeing the confused expression Jeno was making at that moment.
His gaze softened. He began to understand the reason for your nervousness, but one part of your speech caught him: "You were scared of me?"
"Not exactly scared of you, but I was afraid you'd hate me..." You sighed, but before he could answer, you completed. "But as time pass by, I realized I was completely wrong. That there was no reason to be afraid of you."
Your eyes returned to his, which were looking at you intensely. Then, he smiled, relieved.
"I'm happy to hear that, because I would never hate you." Your stomach flipped, your hands started to sweat. "I was the one who was afraid that you would have the same view of me that everyone else does."
It took your brain a whole second to process what he was saying. Lee Jeno was afraid of what you thought of him? "But, why?"
For the first time, you saw a totally nervous Jeno, rubbing the back of his neck with his free hand, trying to calm down somehow. After a few seconds, which seemed eternal, he told you: "Because I like you a lot."
Everything seemed to stop. The rain, the cars, any sound on the street. There was only you and Jeno. It was his turn to let out an awkward little laugh. "I know... I'm not very good at this. I've liked you since the beginning of the project... I mean, even earlier. I just didn't know how to approach you without making you uncomfortable."
Your heart was beating so fast that you were afraid he could hear it, but even so, you moved even closer to him, as if that were possible.
"You never made me uncomfortable, but I thought you were just being polite."
Jeno didn't answer, he just touched your cheek, as if that touch could convey all the affection he felt for you. You didn't pull away or ask him to stop at any point, you just smiled. Jeno understood that this was a signal, but even so, polite as always, he decided to ask you.
"May I?"
You couldn't seem to answer, you just confirmed by looking at his lips. Jeno got the message. The space between you slowly closed, your breaths mingled, and slowly, Jeno touched his lips to yours, in a calm, almost shy kiss, but warm enough to make your hearts race at an inexplicable rhythm.
When you felt him starting to pull away, you held him by the collar of his overcoat, pulling him back for a second kiss, more intense, to the point where Jeno dropped the umbrella without noticing and took hold of your waist. Jeno's warm touch contrasted perfectly with the cold wind caused by the rain.
When you separated, you remained with your foreheads touching and in an intense exchange of glances. You smiled and broke the silence. "It looks like it's not raining anymore, huh?"
Jeno smiled, finally realizing that the rain had stopped. For the first time, you saw Jeno smile openly, very different from the contained smiles he used to give, which you already found beautiful.
"Are you still scared?"
You chuckled softly, feeling your face warm. "I'm not scared, because I realized I've liked you for a while now."
Jeno's eyes sparkled, truly happy to have heard that. "So, can I kiss you again?"
Once again, you didn't answer. You just opened the door, took Jeno's hand, and pulled him inside the house while joining your lips in another kiss.
”never again,” jeno mumbled, flopping onto the couch next to you, his head conking against your shoulder.
“what is it this time?” you rolled your eyes at your roommate — best friend — the title depended on how much he annoyed you that day.
“women,” jeno responded. “girls suck,” he groaned.
“thanks.” the urge to roll your eyes again was strong.
jeno groaned for the third time, arms shifting so they wrapped around your torso. you patted his head mockingly. “you poor thing.”
“how do you even do it?”
“do what?”
“girls?”
“how do you do girls?”
his head darted up from where he had shoved it onto your shoulder. “no —“ his cheeks reddened slightly. “you know what i mean,” he defended himself, eyes narrowing when he caught your smile.
“acting like a pitiful puppy is a good start,” you responded, looking at him. “women do love pathetic men.”
that earned a small shove as jeno let go of you fully, sending you a small glare. you let out a small sigh, before shifting, settling yourself in jeno’s lap, thighs framing his as you watched his expression distort.
you didn’t bother watching it fully.
“it depends on the girl,” you hummed, reaching out and placing jeno’s hands on your waist. “but they always want to be close.” you paused, meeting his gaze for a second, eyebrows raising expectantly until he got the message and pulled you closer.
you made sure ( tried ) to stay a respectful distance apart . . . with how close you were already.
he shifted under you. his grip tightened slightly. “good,” you hummed. “they want to feel you — we’re not delicate.” your hands came up to steady yourself on his shoulders.
jeno’s breath panned over your lips, pulling you an inch closer, his hand trailing up to thread through your hair. “also good,” you somehow managed to speak, forcing yourself to not focus on the physical aspect of it — just the teaching part. “they —“
“stop saying that,” jeno whispered. you paused, offering a questioning look at his cutoff. “they,” he hummed. “you’re the one in my lap,” he tapped a finger against your waist.
his gaze flicked to your throat when you swallowed, and he pressed a small kiss to the corner of your mouth. you were suddenly acutely aware of how every inch of your body was pressed against his.
you felt the urge to curse every open gym.
“pretty thing . . .” whispered, fingers pressing into your skin, only separated by the thin fabric of your shirt.
all the sarcastic retorts died on your tongue. you could tell he noticed by the way a smile twitched at the edge of his lips. “i think i might understand now,” jeno hummed, voice low, smooth.
you swallowed again, hands fidgeting against his shoulders. he definitely noticed.
“like this?” his hand coiled in your hair, tugging you closer, his lips brushing yours. the way you froze up was a visible sign, and a smile spread over jeno’s lips. “i’m guessing yes,” he whispered, closing the distance and pressing his lips to yours.
“what’s next?” he spoke, barely parting to speak, dark pupils meeting your dazed gaze. “show me?” jeno requested, hand trailing back down to your waist, dragging down, making sure you felt every press of his fingers.
