toxic baby daddy jeno is never there for your family when you need him but when he needs you… he’s giving you another baby
rating: 18+. mdni.
content: breeding, toxic!jeno x reader, daddy kink (barely)
"what?" he turns to look at you as your gaze shifts from your daughter to jeno.
"nothing," you say, trying to hold your tongue as your daughter beams at yet another new toy. it's a doll in her small hands this time. she smiles at you, running off to her bedroom as jeno ordered, claiming he'd be right behind her.
"it's obviously something," jeno sighs, walking towards you. your back presses against the kitchen counter. his body meets yours, a gentle hand reaching for the space between your eyebrows, "you've got that crease between your brows again..."
you turn your head away, "s'just, not fair, jen."
"what's not fair?" he questions, appearing more annoyed than confused.
"you're never here, jeno. then you show up with gifts acting like you haven't been here in weeks. she asks for you all the time and i never know what to say. what can i say? 'daddy's been with his friends all month doing god knows what. hanging out with women i've certainly never met. he'll be home eventually.'"
he smiles, "daddy?" he ignores the rest of your words.
you give him an unimpressed look. "that's not funny."
"alright," he sighs again. "well, i'm here now. aren't i?"
you roll your eyes. "for now."
"forever," his lips meet yours, "i'll stick around this time." you don't believe him but the feeling of his lips on your skin after so long makes you weak. "forgive me, baby... i won't let you down again."
you try to refrain from melting into his arms as he slides his rough hand under your top. "i've been a good daddy, haven't i?" you let out a deep breath, opening your mouth to speak but he continues. "to her," he sucks on the sweet spot of your neck. "to you."
"jeno..." his fingers drip beneath your jeans.
"let me give you another baby," his fingers start to play with your pussy, using all the right movements. "i'll show you how much better i can be." you give in when he kisses you this time, eager after being untouched for weeks.
jeno leads you to your bedroom, wasting no time in removing your clothes and his. you take in the familiar sight of his body, ignoring the feeling in your chest. instead, you choose to you relish in the feeling of his cock splitting you open as he mounts you.
you moan as he runs his tongue along your bare skin as he chases his orgasm, desperate to cum deep inside you. with each drag of his cock you're sucked in again, weak to each affirming word he mumbles and each sound he makes as you squeeze him, milking his cock of every pearly drop of his release.
that night you drift off to sleep hoping his side of the bed won't be empty in the morning.
your feet dangled near the ground, your toes touching the marble lightly, but you kept the position, fighting the urge to lift your feet off the ground as jeno pounded into you mercilessly. a pain surged up your spine as he thrusted into you, making you grimace and whimper through pursed lips, words refusing to leave your mouth.
what could you say with a stack of cash just out of reach?
and truthfully, the money was worth more than your dignity. you need it so badly and jeno knows that, deciding to take advantage of your vulnerable situation to get what he wanted. he showed no regret as he pinned your arms behind your back with one strong hand and pressed your head against the wood of the bar harshly with the other. his built thighs caged in your legs, allowing just enough space for him to comfortably fit his long, thick cock between your wet, puffy lips.
his belt rattled, the expensive metal clashing together and digging into the delicate skin of the tops of your thighs, bruising the area. jeno hadn't bothered to slip your pants all the way off, leaving them bunched but your mid-thigh, and your shirt lifted only to your waist. you couldn't help but feel relieved, trying to avoid the humiliating thought of being completely bare in front of him while he stands fully clothed, cock pulled out from between his open zipper, the surrounding fabric now soaked and ruined by your dripping essence.
jeno chuckles behind you, "all for money..." your skin feels like it's on fire as he continues to laugh lightly, stilling inside your pussy to run the hand on your head down your spine. "a few dollars is all it took to let me bend you over." you keep your head down shamefully, forehead pressed to the surface of the bar, trying to stop your wobbling lips and your watering eyes.
"how much for this?" jeno's voice is deep and lust-filled, fingers dipping between your ass, poking at your puckered rim. you gasp, jolting upwards but you're unable to get far, jeno's crisp white button down hovering over you. he pulses inside you, clearly growing even more aroused. you furrow your brows in slight disgust.
"i could easily double this," he says, letting go of your wrists and stretching his muscular arm to grab the stack of bills. "i could triple it," his digits put pressure on your hole. "this," he drops the money, a dull drop sounding in one of your ears, "is nothing to me."
you hate the way you begin a debate in your mind. it's so much money for someone like you. jeno's a nice guy, right? no. he's not. but do you have any other choice?
jisung knows it's happening. the constant, rhythmic creaks of the bed, familiar sound of high-pitched heavy breathing and deep grunts, slippery pussy walls clenching around a big, hard cock, the stench of sex all stemming from the space beside him.
jisung keeps his eyes closed, trying to feign sleep as jeno fucks you into the mattress yet again.
"jeno," you cry silently, "please stop. please."
"sh," jeno shushes you harshly. jeno's hand slides down the fabric of jisung's pillow, inches away from his head, jeno's actions growing bolder as he was more and more convinced that jisung had no knowledge of what he was doing in the middle of the night. jeno's fingertips slid down the sheets, the sound morphing as they reached your skin.
jisung can see his friend's pale fingers wrapping around your neck behind his eyes. it's a new habit, leaving marks of his thin fingers on your throat as he cuts off your air supply until you squirm and reach for his arms, forcing jisung to stare at another man's marks on his girlfriend when morning comes. "shut the fuck up. if he wakes up, he's going to be so mad at you."
it's not true, jisung would never be mad at you for his cowardice. he could so easily help you but he can't bring himself to. jisung's scared. he fears jeno. as much as jisung wants to protect you, keep you from soaking your pillow in tears long after jeno slipped out of the room, coming back to bed weakly after cleaning up his friend's semen from the hole he decided to abuse that night, he just can't.
it's easier to let jeno get what he wants. use you mercilessly for no more than an hour or two every night before tossing you aside and leaving you alone. both of you. it can't be that bad anyway, jisung tries to convince himself. a few bruises left behind are okay. constant pain and soreness in your intimate places is fine. lewd, degrading, nasty comments and insults that make you cry even harder and hurt you even more than his hands and hips do are fine. you'll heal. you will be okay.
god knows what jeno would do to jisung. would he be okay if jeno ever got his hands on him? jisung doubts it. jeno never liked jisung. he’s probably waiting for the chance to pounce on him, leave him beaten to a pulp or worse.
so, it's easier to act oblivious despite knowing how much you suffer not only because of jeno, but jisung, too, even if you didn't know it. jisung forces a smile every morning, pulling you to his chest and pretending he doesn't notice the beating of your heart and the soft sobs you try to hold back as guilt eats at him.
jisung tries to ignore the dull thought echoing in his mind that says, better you than him.
jisung's hands rest at his sides, fists tight and knuckles white. a red blush seeps through jisung's cheeks and his tense neck, contrasting his white t-shirt. he squeezes his eyes shut, trying to keep himself alert as he listens for the twisting of the doorknob.
jisung calls your name, swallowing when you ignore him, unrelenting, clothed hips humping his bare, swollen cock as he's glued to the couch. "s-" he stops, stuttering one more time before a moan cuts him off from protesting. he swallows again, an unfamiliar heat building in his stomach.
jisung twists his ankles as you lean forward, kissing behind his ear. he feels his jeans and underwear pooled at his ankles brush his foot, the material too heavy for his weak body.
"stop me," you say breathlessly, sliding your hand from his shoulder to his bicep, squeezing, "i know you can."
jisung's belt rattles as he rolls his ankle again. he lets out a shaky breath, his attention shifting to your heat sliding desperately up and down his hard shaft. "f-fuck."
"feels good, huh?" you sigh, pecking his cheek, letting your face hover over his hot flesh. his mouth falls open, a puff of air fanning you.
jisung shakes his head frantically. he stutters your name, his glassy eyes finally looking into yours as he twitches beneath you. your slick soaks your thin shorts at the sight of tears brimming his eyes, unable to take the overwhelming sensation on his cock.
your eyes run down his body. the collar of his soft white shirt hanging off his shoulder, displaying his clavicle, prominent veins rushing up his balled fists and slim arms, and the lifted hem of his shirt exposing his lower stomach and bare hips, his leaking cock coming into view each time you pulled your hips back.
jisung's breathing picks up, panting as he keeps his watery eyes on your face, examining your changing expressions. his knees twitch, instinctively trying to press against each other as the sensation flooded his whole body, tightening all his muscles as an odd but euphoric sense of desperation took over and his hands squeezed your hips. you gasp as he takes over, rutting against you as he grunts deeply and freely until he cums all over your soaked core and his lower stomach.
Don't you think Jisung as your on again off again bf, jealous sex would be hot? 🙄🙄
yes, yes i do
i feel like jisung isn't the type to show his jealousy publicly, especially during times that you aren't together so he tends to ignore you. or he at least tries to. but he can't seem to stay away from you when he sees someone else touching you or trying to hit on you. so, he inserts himself into your conversations, playing the role of your boyfriend, even when he isn't.
he drags you away and his soft act drops and he slams you against the nearest wall, needily groping you and sucking over the areas touched by other people, like he's erasing their marks. it's so out of character for him but he just can't help it, he's eager to claim you again because he thinks that you'll think of his lips and his touch instead of theirs.
his plan almost always works, convincing you to go home with him. his jealousy makes him so possessive that he's extra rough when he fucks you, roughly slamming into you and marking you. he doesn't stop until you're completely out of it, the only thing on your mind being him and his cock.
