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countdown (lee jeno)

countdown (lee jeno)

pairing: lee jeno x reader

word count: 1k words

content: angst

notes: lowercase intended. this isn’t proofread. i hope you like this <3 

this is inspired by the song “never the 1” by rosie.

https://open.spotify.com/track/3gk96wClxx6rbSOpxXUc5O?si=wev0PfRoSsGQIJTiADDFMA

i could write 10 songs about 9 ways you fucked me over.

“y/n, are you okay?” jaemin asks. you give him a nod while staring at your table filled with papers full of lyrics. “you’ve been writing a lot,” you give him a confused look. you’ve always loved writing songs, so this shouldn’t be a surprise to him. “no no, don’t get me wrong,” he gives a small chuckle. “but these lyrics, are you sure you’re okay?” he asks once again as he picks up a piece of paper and scans through the words written. you look up to him and let out a sigh. “writing is my only escape, jaemin,” you tell him as tears start to form in your eyes. he gives you a small smile, and gives you a hug as you cry on his shoulder. “i’ll talk to jeno for you, will that be alright?” he asks and you start to panic. you shake your head and look back at him, “no, you don’t have to. i’ll be fine, he clearly made his decision.”

only took you 8 days to forget 7 months together.

“hey, isn’t that jeno?” yeri asks. you look at where she was looking, and saw jeno with a girl. he can’t possibly be with a girl after everything you’ve been through, right? “oh” was all you could say to her. “do you know who she is?” you ask her. she shrugs and asks, “how long have you been together?” “yeri, you know we aren’t-” she cuts you off, “y/n, darling, you keep telling us you aren’t together, but you are practically together. everyone knows that by now, so how long have you been doing your thing with him?” “7 months, but we really aren’t together. he,” you pause and look at where jeno is. he’s smiling so wide, you could hear the sound of his laughter by the way his eyes smile, “he never really asked, you know that.”

your relationship with jeno is complicated, but everyone just assumed that you were both together. as much as you want to feel secured by the way he talks, by the way he holds you hand, the way he kisses every part of your face, the way he reminds you he loves you, you can’t. you can’t feel secured because there is no label. do you have the right to get jealous and mad at him when you’re not officially together?

we were wrapped til 6 in the morning, 5 days a week.

“hey baby,” jeno comes in your apartment and gives a peck on your lips. you give him a smile and look back at the television. “how was your day?” he asks as he cuddles you. we aren’t together, you tell yourself. “it’s been good,” you say passively. he reaches out for your hand, and you instinctively stood up. “i’m going to get water,” you tell him as he gives you a confused look. “are you mad at me?” he asks as he follows you to the kitchen. you let out a sigh, and face him. “jeno, why are you here?” “baby-“ “don’t you want to stay with the girl you were with awhile ago?” you tell him bitterly. you really didn’t mean to say that, your emotions were just at its peak. jeno lets out a chuckle and pulls you into a hug and kisses your forehead. “baby, you know i love you, right? you’re my favorite person.” you should have known when he said that you’re his favorite person that there were other people. you should have known, but instead you wake up at 6 in the morning with his beautiful face in front of you. this has been your routine for the past 7 months. him, sleeping peacefully on your bed, beside you during the weekdays every week.

you said 4ever and left before i counted to 3

“i will love you forever. i am staying by your side forever, don’t forget that y/n,” jeno says as he caressed your face. his words and sweet voice repeatedly play on your mind as you see him, lee jeno, kissing a girl in your favorite café. you try your best to hold back your tears, and if it weren’t for jaemin and mark, you would have been crying your eyes out in the middle of the sidewalk. “hey y/n! how are yo-“ jaemin stops as he sees your state. “hey, are you okay?” “what happened?” they ask, but all you could do is cry. they look around and saw jeno, and they automatically knew what’s wrong. “let’s go to our place, okay?” mark says as he and jaemin guide you to their car.

loved you a little 2 much, but i was never the 1

mark and jaemin tried their best to comfort you, but you assure them that everything was fine. you weren’t though. how could you be so stupid. you should have known. the door suddenly opens and you saw jeno and hear him happily say, “mark! naeun came back from the states, and we’re back together. we met up-“ he stops when he sees your fragile state. “y/n” he whispers. you give him a sad smile. “jeno, you asshole! how can you do this to-“ mark starts, but you stood up and give them a smile. “mark, don’t worry. thank you to the both of you, but i’m fine, really.” you let out a small laugh and look back at jeno. “uhm, call me when you’re about to get your things at my place” “y/n…” “oh, i could just drop them here tomorrow.” you give him a smile and left. before they could even stop you, you were now running out of their apartment on the way home.

when you arrive back at home that’s when you start crying your eyes out. you should have known that jeno was never yours. 7 months with no label, how did you even handle that? you should have known when he said that you were his favorite that there were other people. you should have known that you were just someone he used for when he’s lonely. you should have known you were never the one, but fuck you were so in love with him and this is what your love for him got you.

pretty sure (lee jeno)

lowercase intended. not proofread.

note: okay when i said i had a lot of drabbles, i mean two... lmao. i have other writings here but these are series, but i want to post it once i finish writing the whole thing or even half of it, so updates wont be slow. i have three pending writings tho might write it later. im open for requests now, but dont expect for fast updates, but i’ll try my best to do it (except smut).

“jeno is over there, go say hi,” jennie nudges my arm. “are you kidding me? no way!” i roll my eyes as we walk the hallway. you see, lee jeno has been your crush for about two years now, but you never shoot your shot. how could you? he’s the school’s ‘it boy’ as what they would call him. he also had a reputation of ignoring every girl that would confess to him. why would you even risk not ever speaking to him again even though you never had a conversation— well maybe except for that one time he accidentally spilled his soda on you.

“oh my god, i’m so sorry,” jeno says, immediately taking his jacket off and handing it to you. “it’s fine. no need for that,” you tell him, trying not to stutter, trying your best not to look at him. “it’s fine, take it,” you look at him and here he is giving you the puppy eyes. oh god, why is he so beautiful? “it’s fine. i’ll just go home, it’s 5 minutes away from here anyway.” before you could walk away, you hear him talk, “i’m really sorry, y/n!” he knows your name. the lee jeno knows your name. you chuckle, and looked at his soda bottle, “you should probably not drink soda this early morning though, it’s bad for you,” your eyes widen at what you just said. you quickly look at him and he has this confused look on his face, so you immediately left— you messed up.

“come on! just wave at him,” jennie teases. “he probably thinks i’m some weird girl, no way!” “jesus, have some courage y/n!” yeri tells you. you look at jeno one last time— maybe you stared a little, and he catches you doing so. you panicked and just gave him a wave. you notice his group of friends laughing at him when they see you, so you hurried out the hallway. fuck. his group knows you like him. you’re pretty sure they do.

“so, ms. soda girl waved at you,” haechan teases. jeno rolls his eyes, “shut up, donghyuck.” “why don’t you just go talk to her?” jaemin asks. “i spilled soda over her at six in the morning, she hates me, i’m pretty sure she does,” jeno tells them. “you should have walked her home and offered to grab some lunch. you missed a great opportunity,” haechan tells him. “for a pretty smart student like you, you are so slow when it comes to love. how long have you liked her again?” renjun asks. 4 years. it’s been four years since he liked you, and he messed it up. he’s pretty sure you will never reciprocate his feelings now. heck, you probably might not even want to talk to him— look at how you hurried out the hallway. he’s pretty sure you hate him.

i’m bored out of my miiind but i know damn well that i’ve got homework piling up in my laptop… welp! i come with a non-idol!jeno x college!reader.

warning/s: heavy angst :(, jeno kinda being an ass, reader gets scolded by their prof because of low grades.

i love you, so — ljn.

in which love has taught you that letting go is part of the journey.

—

being in love with lee jeno was easy. with his beautiful smile and heart of gold, falling for him felt inevitable. you both had been high school sweethearts, your schoolmates gushed over the two of you—watching as you both pined over the other for months.

“just ask him out, y/n!” your best friend siwoo encourages, her cheeks puffing with the sweet tea that was served along with your lunch in the cramped cafeteria. you felt your face burn at the thought. jeno was assigned as your seatmate in chemistry the previous year and he was once again placed next to you in your trigonometry class that year.

siwoo smiles at the pink covering your cheeks, her hand coming up to shove you by your shoulders. “you’re such a whipped fool! he obviously is too, so what’s stopping you?”

you falter at her question, thinking about the amount of girls who also noticed jeno’s amazing personality and bright expressions. jeno certainly was not lacking in terms of admirers and he knew that. but each and everytime, he’d accept the various girls’ chocolates and gifts with a small smile on his face—hushed whispers of gentle rejections and apologies would leave his lips time and time again. you didn’t feel like having your heart bruised in that way, your feelings for him were pure—raw. you were only 16, and with jeno being your first major crush in a long time, you certainly weren’t ready for that kind of heartbreak.

but, to jeno, you were the one girl he was actually hoping to approach him. it wasn’t like he didn’t want to do it on his own, more like he was too scared to. sure, he had a lot of admirers in his grade and even in the ones above him, but none of them really had his heart racing, the thought of grasping your hand in his was the only thing that consumed his thoughts when you both would be diligently writing notes for the classes you shared together, trigonometry especially.

so as the year drew to a close—jeno works up the courage to ask you out. his friends sniggering nearby, his normally pale cheeks were bright pink as his hand reached up to scratch at the back of his neck nervously. you were thoroughly amused at the sight, lee jeno who was usually very composed and organized was standing in front of you stuttering and stumbling over his words.

“h-hi y/n! um—i was just uh wondering if you were um… free this friday? or anytime really!” he’d internally cringe, the invitation not coming across as comfortable or fluid as he wanted it to be. “hey! uh yeah i’m free friday after school… what’s got you asking that though?”

you smile at him and he nearly doubles over from the amount of butterflies fluttering in his stomach.

“then um…would you mind going out on a date with me? on friday. after school.” he smiles, the nervousness clear in his eyes as you stare at him—momentarily stunned. to you, he looked absolutely adorable, one hand on the strap of his backpack and the other sitting on the back of his neck. your eyes catch the heads of na jaemin and mark lee peaking from the end of the hall, their eyes curious and excited—their cheeks tinting after being caught.

with a smile, you agree. not just to your first date at this mall jeno takes you to that friday, but to the next date at the movies, another at the library, and another at this run down cafe you both soon decide to be your regular date spot.

where it all goes wrong, you wouldn’t know. people often ask you what happened and truthfully, you couldn’t give them a proper explanation. not to your worried best friend once she sees the redness of your eyes and puffiness of your cheeks, not to your worried parents when they see just how much you’ve lost weight.

they didn’t understand why suddenly the frames of you and jeno around your room were taken down and locked away in a taped cardboard box. your heart clenched at the emptiness of your room walls, your skin already missing the feeling of the charm bracelet he had gifted you just as you both had graduated from high school.

when college had rolled around, you were scared. and so was he, but that feeling quickly dissipated as you enjoyed your summer together—laughing with your hands swinging between the two of you, crying at the saddest movies while cuddled up in the other’s arms, and rejoicing when you discovered you were accepted into the same college. life seemed to be going smoothly, your heart only growing to love the beautiful boy.

“i’ll call you, yeah? i have a long day but i shouldn’t be back at my dorm later than six.” he promised as he pressed a kiss to your cheek, running towards huang renjun—one of his long time best friends since high school. they waved at you as you both went your separate ways.

true to his word, jeno did call. he always did. it was his way of making sure you were okay and despite not being able to stay in each other’s arms at night—seeing your face and hearing your voice was all he needed for a good night’s sleep and a wonderful morning as he opens is phone to a sweet ‘good morning :)’ from you.

but the days had gotten rough. jeno slowly stops calling, but you understand, college wasn’t an easy thing—and to demand calls from your boyfriend would never be something you could put onto him. so, you continue on with your days. smiling and laughing with your classmates as you stress over the upcoming finals.

the first fight was very subtle. his change of behavior confused you, jeno was straightforward, so if something was wrong he would’ve told you by now. and when your schedule permits—you’re knocking at his door with your hand tightly gripping the strap of your bag.

“oh. hey y/n!” renjun smiles, ushering you in as he yells for jeno, the boy had just come out of the shower—his wet hair and slightly wet jeans say as much, and his eyes shine with surprise seeing you standing in the middle of their dorm.

“jeno.” you breathe, your lips tugging into a small smile st the sight of your boyfriend. he returns the smile, renjun silently excuses himself to give the both of you your own time.

you watch us as he awkwardly takes his seat on his bed, “i just wanted to check up on you. you uh—haven’t been calling lately so…”

jeno swallows, his hand reaching to scratch the back of his neck as he mumbles his reply.

“yeah. finals have been kind of rough, you know?” you not in agreement. the tests have been killing you as well, you wouldn’t deny that. but you couldn’t help but feel the awkward tension in the small room as a weird silence engulfs the two of you.

“so uh—why else are you here, y/n?” jeno’s question roots you to your spot near his door. you didn’t know why the simple question hurt you, but your heart ached all the same.

“um… no reason, i guess. i just missed you..?” you mumbled, rubbing your arm as you watched jeno’s eyes widen in surprise.

“oh… i’m sorry, y/n.” he sighs slightly, prompting you to come closer and wrap his arms around you.

you wouldn’t see him much even after that day, after cuddling in his arms and exchanging stories until renjun comes back from wherever he had wandered off too.

“have you seen your grades ms. y/l/n?! they’re awful! how can you expect to stay in this school when your grades are as horrid as these!” your proeffesor shouts, papers scattering as he slams yours onto his table. you were standing in front of him, your head hanging low as your heart pounds against your chest.

“get out. i expect to see improvement or else i’m dropping you from my class.” you bow in respect, murmuring a small applogy before rushing out of the suffocating room.

the world seems to be spinning, your mind wanting nothing more than to see jeno. the tears gathering in your eyes sting as you try your hardest not to cry. you’re shaking as you pull out your phone, your fingers immediately going to open up your chat with your boyfriend.

you: hey. are you free?

your message is simple, and jeno reads it almost immediately. you watch as the small chat bubble bounces in the corner of your screen—and his response comes quick.

loml ljn: i’m busy. maybe another time? sorry.

of course. he was busy. it seemed he was always busy, too busy to call, too busy to talk. but you understood. it was hard and you knew that, but sometimes the world pushes you too hard.

you: even just for a call? i need you jeno :(

you breathe out shakily. feeling your heart start to race as the grip you had on your phone tightens.

loml ljn: i’m studying, y/n. i’m so sorry babe. can i call you next time?

sighing to yourself, you decide not to reply any further and opt to walk towards the small cafe sitting in the midst of your campus. the smell of coffee wafts into your nose as the happy server greets you brightly from behind the counter.

you place your order of an iced caramel macchiato before trudging towards the empty table further into the cafe. your mind was rushing as you take out your phone and plugging in your earohones to listen to any kind of music that would calm the racing heart in your chest.

one fight slowly turns to two. then three, then four, then—you lose count. you were physically tired of defending the boy simply because ‘school is hard. i get it’. but you didn’t. you didn’t understand why he had suddenly grown irritable when you would send him a simple ‘hi’ over chat. you didn’t understand why he suddenly found you to be the most annoying thing in the planet.

“will you stop dropping by?” jeno’s irritated voice pierces through you as he roughly opens the door to his dorm. his hair was disheveled—like he had just rolled out of bed. you felt bad, but you pushed yourself to stand your ground.

his eyes travel towards the plastic bag hanging from your fingers, “jeno, i just wanted to talk.”

he scoffs, “and i don’t. ‘kay? i’ll see you next time, y/n.”

his cold tone snaps something in you, pushing your foot between his door and the wall, preventing the boy from closing it fully.

“i’m tired, jeno. what’s going on?” you breathe exasperatedly, you could only take so much. your heart hurt at the growing distance between you two. what happened?

“nothing! will you stop being pushy?!” jeno growls, his eyes narrowing into slits as they glare straight at you. you flinch, which goes unnoticed by the boy, so you choose to ignore it too.

your heart pounds, watching your boyfriend grow increasingly more angry with you. but no. you needed answers and you needed them now.

“why can’t you tell me what’s going on? there’s obviously something bothering you. jeno, i love you! so—“

“and i don’t!”

the world seems to slow around you. the silence that follows his confession is deafening. his chest is rising and falling, the anger rolling off him in waves. his eyes stare coldly into yours, and you feel your heart break when you can’t seem to find any sort of remorse in his eyes.

“what?” your whisper is small, broken. but the teenage boy doesn’t seem to care.

“i don’t love you. not anymore. you’ve become so needy! so clingy, so—“

your sniffle cuts him off. you weren’t one to cry easily—or he didn’t know you to easily cry. the only times he’s ever seen you cry was over the notebook one summer ago. he watches as the tears fall from your eyes—you struggle to breathe as you drop the plastic bag from your hands. a pack of both of your favorite ice cream spills from it as you bring your hands to cover your mouth.

“how long have you felt this way?” you whisper, your eyes already starting to redden. he feels a twinge of guilt in his chest as he sighs deeply.

“…about a month.”

nodding, you turn away from him. your nails digging into the palms of your hands as you slip the charm bracelet that hands from your wrist.

“y-y/n. wait—!”

“let me go, jeno.” your soft whisper surprises him, the grip he had on your wrist loosens as you drop the bracelet onto the table he and renjun had next to his dorm’s door. he lets you leave, watching silently as you close his door.

you had no idea how everything had spiralled out of control. you didn’t know, was it your fault? certainly not..? your heart ached the further you got from jeno’s dorm, the tears seemed neverending even as you lay in your bed—mind racing even as you fell asleep with your hands clutching the blanket around your body and dried tears on your cheeks.

how had it come to this? you didn’t know. and you probably never would.

—

I just came while I finished reading this

❛BRUISES AND BALLET SHOES❜ ( l. jeno )

💬nia's notes: based on this drabble. is this late? absolutely but was hidden with all the other unfinished drafts.

p. badboy!jeno x goodgirl!reader w. 1.5k+

warnings? unprotected sex, breeding kink, dirty talk , name calling.

— 𖦹 ( jeno gets into a fight and almost misses your preformance ) !

you peeked your head out the curtain — the reserved seat still empty as people began to fill up the stadium. you pouted , closing the curtains. 'where is he? he promised he'd make it'

"(name)?" your director tapped your shoulder. "you okay?" you nodded. "good , we need you ready , there are a lot of people here to see you." you smiled , shaking your head. "i'm alright." there were many people here to see you , but not the one you wanted.

"jesus you guys look like crap." renjun sat at the computer as the rest of them came limping back in. "yeah well we can't all stay behind the computer." haechan opened up the freezer , grabbing a frozen pack for his eye. "some of us have to fight."

normally jeno would've entertained them , but he looked at the clock and went into panic mode , he was gonna be so late. "shit." he hopped up , looking into the mirror. "what's your problem?" he ignored chenle , he had bigger problems — he had a black eye and multiple little cuts littered all over his face. "she's gonna kill me."

he grabbed his helmet , normally he didn't wear it , but he was going to see you and he knew you'd be upset if he didn't. "what are those?" haechan laughed , pointing to the pink glitter stickers scattered all over the helmet. 'so you'll know what one is yours.' he remembered your voice. "she put them on there , are you laughing at her?" mark jumped in before jeno beat haechan to pulp. "haechan stop it."

he really didn't have time anyway. "i'm leaving." he rushed out , he'll make it if he rushes , jumping on to his bike , putting his sparkly helmet on before speeding off.

"(name) , you have to go on now , the show is about to start." your director called , you sighed , nodding. "okay." you made your way to the side of the stage. "you can do this." you said to yourself. 'i just hope he's safe and not in any trouble.'

he made it just in time , handing the lady — who definitely thought he was in the wrong with all the bruises on his face the ticket. "thank you." he ran to the to concet hall , swinging the door open , just as the music started.

everyone gave you a standing ovation , you were incredible , so graceful. you took your final now , before making your way off the stage where everyone was waiting to give you hugs and congratulations. "thank you everyone." you said smiling.

"we're all gonna go out and celebrate." your director said , you really didn't want to , just wanting to go home and crawl into a ball. "honestly i just wa- baby." you turn around upon hearing his voice. "jeno!" you smiled , the first real one of the evening. "maybe next time , excuse me."

you ran over to him , running straight into his arms. "you made it!" he smiled as your eyes lit up. "of course i did you were amazing , you'd really think i'd miss your preformance?" you pouted. i thought you got caught up." you finally noticed his face. "you were out fighting again."

he frowned , "baby it's apart of the job." you touched his busted lip , he hissed in pain. "eh , i told you to be careful , let's get you home so i can fix you up." you grabbed his hand , guiding him to his bike. "put your helmet on." you said. "baby." he whined. "now , you don't need anymore bruises on your face."

"ow , baby that hurts." he hissed as you sat on his lap , applying the alcohol to his busted lip. "you should've thought about that when you were out fighting." you scolded. "you told me you'd calm down." he sighed. "i know princess , but you know it's not easy."

you finished him up , throwing the trash in the bed next to the bin. "renjun's girlfriend said he never comes home with bruises." jeno rolled his eyes. "that's because renjun sits behind a computer." he kissed your lips. "maybe you should do that then."

he laughed , kissing your pouty lips again. "i'll ask mark next time." you knew he wouldn't , he loves the thrill too much , but you decided not fight it. "now let me give you some love as a reward for a fantastic show." he kissed your neck , making sure to mark you up. "j-jeno , no marks , my director is gonna be pissed."

"good." he said , leaving a few more. "maybe he'll get the hint that you don't want to fuck him and that you're taken." he growled against your skin , your panties soaking , his jealousy was always a bit of a turn on.

he flipped your bodies around , hovering over yours. "you're getting jealous for nothing." he lifted the shirt you stole from him above your hips , revealing your pink panties. "such cute panties."

you whined , squirming around impatiently. "calm down." he stilled your hips. "so eager to have your little pussy stretched , i have go make sure you're ready for me." he said , pulling your panties down your leg. "look how wet you are."

he toyed with your clit , rubbing slow circles to annoy you. "j-jeno , please." you whined. "n-no teasing." he chuckled at how needy you could be. "okay baby , okay , i won't tease." he pushed a finger into your hole. "fu-fuck jeno."

he moved his finger , watching your cunt suck in his finger. "fuck princess , only one finger and you're barely taking it." you moaned. "a-another." you barley got out , he cooed. "you want another?" he added another , your juices soaking his hand. "so wet baby , you're making such a mess on my hands."

"j-jeno." you moaned out. "jeno , im gonna cum." he curled his fingers up. "fuck , im cumming!" you screamed out , he pulled his fingers out , bringing them to his lips , tasting your reminisce. "just as sweet princess."

he pulled his sweats down , his cock springing out , hitting his abdomen. "look at you drooling over my cock , you want it in your mouth?" you eagerly nodded , he chuckled. "maybe next time baby." he rubbed your folds with his hard cock. "i really need to split you open with my cock."

he slowly pushed his cock into your cunt , your hole clenching around his tip , squeezing him. "fu-fuck, no matter how many times i fuck you." he groaned. "you're always so fucking tight."

he finally bottom out , holding your legs around his waist , rocking into you. "s-so big." you moaned , jeno was on the bigger side , so it was always a tight fit when he was fucking you , but it felt good , the way he stretched your poor cunt out. "yeah , but you always take my cock like a good girl."

"f-faster." you stuttered , he listened , fucking into you faster , hitting your cervix. "j-jeno , fuck!" you screamed , he groaned , holding on to the headboard. "oh fuck , you feel so good , moaning my name like a slut." he growled.

"e-everyone thinks you're such a good girl -shit- they don't see it when you're screaming my name like a whore , letting me stretch your tiny cunt out on my cock." he moaned. "ngh fuck , gonna cum in this tight cunt." you felt it coming , your orgasm about to hit you like a ton of bricks. "gonna cum."

"you can cum princess , cum all over my cock , so i can breed you , fill you with my cum." he felt his orgasm , holding it , waiting for you to finish. "would you like that?" he grunted. "for me too breed you? make your stomach all round." you nodded dumbly. "p-please."

"fuck- then cum for me." on his comand , you came , tightening around so tight you almost pushed him out. "oh fuck , fuck im cumming." he grunted , his cum filling you up. "sh-shit jeno." you mewled. "t-too much." he kissed your lips. "you can take it , your a big girl." he whispered. "you can take it."

"fuck look at that." he slowly pulled out of , his cum leaking out. "your tummy all bulged because of my cunt." you whined. "such a good girl , taking all of me like that." he praised.

he helped you get cleaned up , he was really inattentive when it came to things like this , making sure to be softer , washing your skin with your favorite sent , putting a towel in the dryer so it can be warm for you when you get out , wrapping around you.

you laid in bad , tracing his tattoos as he play with your hair , your favorite movie playing on the tv , your laughter breaking him away from it. "what's so funny?" you shook your head. "nothing." you smiled. "it must be , you're so giggly princess , what is it?"

"it's just that , to everyone you look so scary , but in here you're like a little puppy." he whined. "stop that." you chuckled. "i already get made fun of because of those stickers you put on my helmet." he said and you pouted. "then take them off." he pulled you closer , kissing your forehead. "and why would i do that?"

"my favorite girl did that , im keeping them even when they fade."

©️LUVYENI

Docinho

Pairing: Lee Jeno x Leitora

Warnings: leitora com corpo de mulher (biologia), uso de pronomes femininos pra falar da leitora, pornô com um pouquitinho de plot (🙈), boquete, na verdade é praticamente isso...

N/A: Ah sei lá gente... é meio que esse o resultado de um período fertil, uma foto muito boa do Jeno, e a vontade muito grande de escrever alguma coisa. (Não editei, escrevi e foi, então se tiver algum erro relevem pfr). MENORES NÃO INTERAJAM!¡

Namorar Lee Jeno é una maravilha. Além de extremamente romântico e apaixonado, ele entende a namorada que tem. Como por exemplo ele saber que você ama ler e escrever e por isso, usa exatamente os momentos em que ele vai pra academia para aproveitar seu tempo. Mas tem uma coisa que ele não sabe (ou finge não saber), que é o efeito que ele tem sobre você.

E pra você, ele fica ainda melhor no pós academia. Assim que ele sai da academia e chega em casa pronto pra tomar banho, com a pele brilhando de suor, o perfume amadeirado ainda mais forte, o cabelo bagunçado e nos dias em que ele corre até sua casa, a respiração desnivelada.

Toda vez em que ele passava pela porta, e te dava um beijo na testa, de "oi", não passava despercebido o modo como você o observava de cima à baixo, mordendo o lábio, praticamente o devorando com os olhos...e ele sempre se pergunta quando será o dia em que você vai se render e mostrar tudo o que se passa nessa sua cabecinha depravada quando o olha desse jeito.

E para a sorte dele, esse dia chegou.

Apenas mais uma segunda feira, e Jeno acaba de chegar da academia, chamando seu nome para te localizar na casa. No andar de cima, terminando de digitar um relatório para faculdade, você o responde e espera pelo barulho de passos da escada.

Quando seu namorado finalmente chega ao seu destino, para pra te observar. Encostado no batente da porta, cabelo bagunçado, jogados meio pra trás, os músculos dos braços brilhando do suor que parecia estar secando a pele, a regata preta escondendo quase nada do seu torso...

Jeno observa você se recostar na cadeira, piscando lentamente enquanto seus olhos passeiam por ele, sua linda boquinha desenhada praticamente formando um "o", e o sorriso que você carinhosamente chama de "cafajeste" surge, nos lábios do rapaz.

— Oi meu amor! — sua voz sai doce quando o comprimenta, e ele conhece bem esse tom. O tom que você usa quando pede pra ele te foder lento e gostoso... e só essa percepção faz seu corpo acender em expectativa.

— Oi paixão! — Jeno responde normal, caminhando até a frente da sua mesa, infelizmente mantendo o móvel ente vocês dois. Você observa atentamente o moreno se abaixar para colocar a bolsa no chão, de um jeito bem específico. Fazendo a regata se abaixar um pouco, mostrando ainda mais do peitoral brilhando. — a água gelada tá funcionando né? Vou direto tomar uma ducha...

— Hey! E meu beijo de todo dia?

É claro que Jeno não esqueceu de fato de te dar o beijo. Mas ele queria ver se você diria alguma coisa, e felizmente você disse. O biquinho manhoso, os olhinhos o olhando de um jeito pidão com as sobrancelhas juntas...

Seu doce e amável namorado se desculpa r finalmente vai ao seu encontro, deixando um beijinho rápido em sua testa, e um afago rápido nas suas costas. Mas antes de conseguir se afastar de fato, você rapidamente segura o pulso do rapaz, que te olha maravilhado e confuso ao mesmo tempo. Você dá dois tapinhas nos lábios, indicando onde quer seu beijo.

— Hum? — o moreno indaga, querendo te levar até o limite mais um pouco, ele decide te provocar — mas amor, eu preciso tomar banho, tô todo encharcado de suor...

E BOM! A mágica aconteceu. Jeno não sabe bem o que ele fez, se foi o tome de voz que usou, ou o uso exclusivo da palavra "encharcado", mas ele sabe que foi o suficiente pra que você o pegasse de surpresa, o puxando bruscamente pelo braço e colando seus lábios no dele.

Suas mãos vão para o cabelo espesso do rapa, o puxando mais para você, quase o fazendo cair sob sua cadeira (que de alguma forma não virou, uma vez que você estava praticamente de joelhos em cima dela), mas Jeno logo recupera o equilíbrio e segura sua cintura. O beijo era intenso, a boca de Jeno praticamente sendo invadida pela sua, e ele sendo controlado por seu desejo.

Isso é, até ele finalmente entender a situação e tomar o controle. As mãos de Jeno que estavam em sua cintura apenas para te segurar, a colam contra ele, te tirando da cadeira, e a encostando na mesa. Quando você consegue ficar em pé, o rapaz desce seus beijos para seu rosto e pescoço, mordendo e sugando sua pele sensível, te arracando gemidos.

— Então hoje é o dia que vai finalmente me mostrar o que se passa nessa sua cabecinha linda, meu amor? — Ele sussurra no seu ouvido, batendo com força em sua banda, e logo em seguida a apertando firmente.

— O...o que? — com dificuldade você pergunta. Seu namorado, faz com que você o olhe, segurando seu cabelo da nuca, tirando o ar dos seus pulmões.

— Todo o dia quando chego da academia, você me come com os olhos, como se eu não fosse perceber meu amor — Jeno explica com uma voz doce, como se falasse a coisa mais romântica do mundo, como muitas vezes já disse. — Então... vai me mostrar?

Bastou que seus lindos olhos piscassem algumas vezes pra entender o que ele estava pedindo, mas assim que o entendimento veio, o moreno observou seus olhos mudarem. Como você saiu de uma linda garota pedindo pau, para uma deliciosa mulher que provavelmente sugaria a alma dele através do seu pau. E tadinho do Lee... é exatamente esse seu plano.

— Na cadeira.

Foi tudo o que disse, e Jeno como o bom gatinho curioso que é, o fez. Você sorri sentando no colo do rapaz, a calça de moletom cinza denunciando seu membro já animado com você.

— Por algum acaso...essa é sua regata favorita? — você o pergunta como quem não quer nada, a levantando levemente, e passando os dedos por seu abdômen sentindo os músculos se contraírem e sorrindo com isso. Aparentando perder a fala Jeno nega com a cabeça.

Feliz com a resposta você rasga a regata no meio. Chocado Lee te observar boquiaberto e incrivelmente excitado. Seus lábios voltam a beijar a boca doce do rapaz que ama mascar chiclete enquanto treina, e por isso sempre fica com hálito de morango. As mãos do rapaz voltam a se alojar em sua cintura, mas não ficam por muito tempo...

Você começa a descer seus beijos por todo o torso do moreno, fazendo igual ele faz com você: mordendo, lambendo, sugando, e brincando rapidamente com seus mamilos sensíveis, o que o faz soltar um gemido doce.

Você se ajoelha entre as pernas de Jeno, tirando seu membro já melecado de pré gozo, vermelho e sensível da calça. E ele geralmente sabe o que esperar quando você faz boquete nele...mas ele ainda não tinha te visto como uma persona dominadora e faminta por ele, então seu coração bate forte no peito só de imaginar o que essa nova versão de você vai fazer com ele.

E de fato você o ataca de modo diferente. A "doce" você gosta de brincar com o pau de Jeno... dar beijinhos em sua cabeça, lamber de sua base até sua ponta... mas hoje tudo o que você quer, é se satisfazer.

Então coloca o membro direto na boca, o levando fundo até a garganta de uma vez. Jeno não se sabe se pela sensação nova, ou se pela surpresa, suas costas se arqueiam, e um gemido alto e rouco sai dele.

Você sorri internamente escutando o som "desbloqueado" do namorado, o sugando enquanto o tirava da boca. Jeno claramente já está bêbado de ecstasy, e você percebeu que ama essa visão: mais suor surge de sua testa, sobrancelhas juntas, olhos fechados e a respiração tentando ficar controlada... e uma sensação de poder luxuoso toma conta de si.

Será se é assim que ele se sente quando está te chupando? Por que se for, você o entende, agora.

Sem perder muito tempo, você volta a o chupar, sentindo o gostinho salgado do pré gozo, cada vez mais, e gemendo com o membro na boca. Por algum motivo, o pau de Jeno era ou estava muito gostoso, e você não conseguia parar de o chupar como se ele fosse seu tão amado picolé de morango.

O moreno leva uma de suas mãos para sua cabeça para tentar te controlar, tentar diminuir seu ritmo e avidez, mas você bate sua mão, o impedindo.

— Tsk, tsk, tsk... você não queria saber o que eu tanto sonho, meu docinho? Então me deixa fazer minha coisa... — você o repreende, e Jeno fica ainda mais excitado sentindo um arrepio descer por toda suas costas, sem ter certeza se foi seu tom de voz, seu olhar, o novo apelido...

Suas mãos brincam com o membro, subindo e descendo com facilidade, brincando com a cabecinha vermelha e sensível... mas você queria ver seu rosto, não só o escutar, então aproveita o ângulo para colocar suas bolas na boca. Uma de cada vez, as duas, lamber entre as duas...

Como a coluna de Jeno ainda não quebrou é um mistério, nem como o apoio de braço de sua cadeira. O moreno se contorce tanto, e aperta tanto o lugar que é praticamente um milagre tudo estar no lugar ainda.

— Amor... eu vou... — ele começa e você sorri, colocando o pau de volta pra sua boca. Subindo e descendo a cabeça, fazendo garganta profunda até ele não aguentar mais, e liberar todo seu gozo em sua boca. As mãos segurando sua cabeça no lugar, enquanto ele chama seu nome, em meio a balbucios de "por favor", "obrigada" e "meu deus".

Quando Jeno termina, você o tira lentamente da boca, escutando ele choramingar por conta da sensibilidade., e limpa os cantos da boca, onde o gozo do rapaz tentava escapar, engolindo o mesmo.

Ainda ajoelhada você observa dei namorado perfeito: seu corpo suado jogado na cadeira, a expressão de puro deleite, a regata rasgada mostrando seu peitoral e abdômen, o pau ainda pra fora da calça molhada da sua saliva e gozo dele... você queria poder o registrar de alguma maneira.

—Não se mexe — você comanda, mas a verdade é que nem se ele quisesse Jeno conseguiria sair daquela posição agora. Então você se levanta e pega onde fixa guardada a câmera de Jeno e tira algumas fotos: do ângulo em que estava, e alguns de cima.

Quando está satisfeita, percebe que o moreno conseguiu pelo menos abrir os olhos e sorri pra ele. Você deixa a câmera em cima da mesa, e se abaixa para ficar na altura dos olhos do rapaz, fazendo carinho em seu cabelo.

— Amor você tá bem? Tá começando a me assustar...— você sussurra, mas o rapaz sorri te acalmando um pouco.

— Eu acho que me apaixonei de novo...— Jeno diz te fazendo gargalhar. Você oferece ajuda até a cama, e par ao limpar, mas ele nega — não se preocupe, eu só preciso de mais dois minutinhos pra levantar daqui e folder cada buraco que você tem, meu amor. Claro que isso te assustou um pouco, mas te excitou muito mais. — Ah, e não sou mais amor... agora é docinho.