You Just Dont Miss I Guess

you just don’t miss i guess

tantalizing

ᡣ𐭩ྀིྀི₊ ⊹ pairing: idol bf!mark x fem!reader

ᡣ𐭩ྀིྀི₊ ⊹ tags/warnings: slight fluff, smut!, protected sex, oral (m receiving), fingering, kissing/making out, nipple play/breast play, multiple orgasms, mentions of squirting, marking, possessive mark (?), whipped mark (!?)

ᡣ𐭩ྀིྀི₊ ⊹ w.c: 1.8k

ᡣ𐭩ྀིྀི₊ ⊹ a.n: hi! as per requested by a poll i conducted, here it is! a mark smut fic, woohoo! i hope you all can enjoy it! school has been a real pain in the butt lately, like why they give so much work ㅠㅠ !? anyhow i hope you can look forward to my next release, 'die with a smile.' i didn't intend to release another jaehyun fic so soon but... i love the man ㅠㅠ. please stay safe, i love you all, and see you next time! jiji out 🤍

++ i just wanna quickly say that over the past week a lot has happened in nct specifically & i want to clarify/say that i want full justice for the victim(s) involved, they didn't deserve the disgusting and vile things that guy was doing to them. may he rot in jail, like honestly he ruined the lives of all those around him for his horrid selfish desires. frik you man.

you sat on the edge of the bed, waiting for the door to fly open. waiting for one individual, your boyfriend– mark lee.

sporting a rather sexy, black lace lingerie you await the idol after his long day at work. a new comeback meant his schedule was busier, and what better way to congratulate him than sex. however you also admit, you’ve been feeling rather lonely and needy. so ain’t this a win-win situation?

you’re later knocked from your thoughts when you hear the front door open. it was quite late when you turned to look at the clock, he must’ve been exhausted. guilt was starting to consume you, maybe you should do this another day, maybe you should-

“babe?” mark’s raspy voice calls for you as he enters the room.

fuck, now it’s too late to back out.

you smile at your boyfriend who has an unreadable expression as he eyes you up and down, down and up. “everything alright?” you question him when he doesn’t say another word.

he still doesn’t respond, however instead his body responds for him as he inches closer. step-by-step until he’s only an inch away. he looks down while you look up.

mark curses himself. how could you be so fucking hot, he must’ve stricken the jackpot with you. oblivious to his thoughts, you just stay there– frozen.

“you're tantalizing, you know that?” he finally speaks up, reaching his hand to caress your cheek. you smirk, “am i?”

“fuck,” he curses out lowly, and takes that same hand that caressed your cheek to grab you wrist. he places your hand on his hardened cock. “feel it, can’t you see how excited you get me.” a small whimper leaves your mouth as you feel his cock. it’s been less than 5 minutes since he’s seen you yet he’s this hard.

looking back at him, he stares you down. his eyes lustful and hungry, like a predator looking down at his prey. the feeling didn’t scare you though, it fired you up.

“open that pretty mouth for me,” he says, voice low but commanding. without any hesitation you complied. “stick your tongue out,” he continues, while working his hands on his pants. it didn’t take long before he freed his cock from its confinements.

taking his cock around his hand, while the other slowly pushes your head closer to his cock. you notice the small amounts of pre-cum already starting to come out. your lips touch his tip where you begin to peck around it and on top of it.

“i told you to open your mouth y/n,” his voice still low and commanding. opening your mouth back up, he pushes his cock inside your mouth. slowly and steady until it was finally snug inside your mouth. you tried your hardest to keep breathing, as he was still too hard to take in.

he didn’t move, causing you to look up at him. mark’s eyes are still looking down at you. it’s a sight for sore eyes, mark thought. the way you took his cock in your mouth like the good girl you are, fuck.

he couldn’t take it any more, so he decided to take the lead. he fisted your hair into his hand to begin bobbing your head on his cock. fucking his cock into your mouth roughly, your eyes began to water, and incoherent noises fell from your mouth as drool escaped your lips.

in the past you would’ve done all the work, gone at your pace but you both knew there was no patience in not only mark, but you as well to go on the slow side of things today. you both craved one another, desired one another.

“your mouth is too perfect, fuck, i could cum any second now,” mark groans. the room filled with both your noises and the wet sounds of your mouth and his cock. your panties feeling getting wetter the more you feel his cock deepthroating you.

your hands crept to his thighs, holding onto them as you began bobbing your head. another groan leaves his mouth when he notices what you’re doing. your tongue runs along his shaft, licking him for all he’s worth. and it was your tongue that ultimately pushed him to the edge, coming into your mouth, coating you white.

you let out a muffled moan when you felt the warmness inside your mouth. taking his cock finally out of your mouth, you notice it’s still semi-hard. you look back up at mark as he watches you swallow his cum. his face slightly twitches at the action.

“face down, ass up,” he later says once he feels as though you're ready to take more. getting on your knees, arching your back as your ass sticks up, you wait for the man. you feel his fingers ghost your legs, leaving a burning trail. they reach your ass where he fondles the flesh, giving a light slap which causes you to whimper.

a faint chuckle leaves his lips at your action. continuing his journey he hooks his fingers onto your laced black thong, dragging it down. “this wet already?” he questions as he drags his fingers onto your slit. he teasingly plays with your pussy, taking his time exploring.

“p-please,” you beg.

“please what babe?”

“please, use your fingers,” you replied.

however, mark’s teasing didn’t stop. “where should i use my fingers?” he continued to ask.

you felt your face heat up in embarrassment, “i-in my pussy…”

mark didn’t respond, he just chuckled before he intruded two fingers into you. he pumped his fingers in you ruthlessly, whilst taking his thumb to rub against your clit. both simulations knocked you over the edge, moans spilled from you every second. the way mark curled and scissored his fingers into your brought you closer to the edge.

he felt your walls clench around his fingers, “gonna cum already babe?”

“y-yes,” you yelled out, too fucked out to even keep quiet. all you heard was mark humming before you felt his fingers dive deeper, reaching your g-spot and thumb rubbing your clit faster. that became the final blow before you came crashing down as your orgasm washed over you.

mark’s hand and your thighs coated in your juices, but that didn’t stop your boyfriend from continuing to fuck his fingers in you. he helped you override your orgasm, however it only resulted in more washing over you. it wasn’t until he placed a kiss on your ass that he finally pulled his fingers out.

mark wasted no time, licking his fingers, licking your sweet juices into his mouth. you’re the best meal he’s ever tasted.

still a bit hazy, you failed to hear the tear of the condom mark was getting ready to use. putting it on his cock, he scoots closer to you, the bed slightly dipping. one hand grips your hips while the other drags his cock inside you. he watches as your pussy swallows him. he feels as your walls clench around him.

“you feel so hot,” he says, diving down to kiss your back. you both stay like that for a while, until his lips reach your nape. he sucks on an exposed side of your neck, marking you up. his lips reach your ear where he whispers, “ready?”

you tilt your head, lips nearly touching. “yes,” you whisper back. his lips smash into your, his tongue making its way in as well. he could still faintly taste himself in your mouth. he loved kissing you, feeling your perfect, soft lips on his. how could he ever let you go? if there was one thing about mark it was that he just couldn’t fathom seeming you with another man. the thought enraged him. 

departing from the kiss, he drags his cock out before pounding it back in. he continues repeating this action, holding you by your hips as he harshly thrusts. his tip hitting your womb, hitting that spot that drives you insane.

“fuck, such a perfect pussy. molded right for me,” mark groans. you moan back an incoherent response, throwing your ass back at him. he stops his thrusting, letting you do the work. the lewd sounds of your wetness and ass hitting him echoed in the room. he watches his cock disappear and then reappear from your pussy, the sight was such a blessing.

your tears stained the sheets and your moans muffled as your face was faced down on the bed. you couldn’t take it no more, you wanted to cum. so you discreetly try to drag your hand down to your clit.

“tsk, so needy my love,” mark says, pounding back into you, causing you to move forward. you clench the sheets as mark began fucking back into you ruthlessly. the pace far more better than before, reaching you even deeper. his drags two fingers down to your clit, pinching and rubbing the poor bud until he felt you were near.

“cum on my cock, let me feel you.”

his words were like a spell, as you soon came crashing down once more. clenching tightly around his cock as you came. the action triggering mark’s own climax. he came inside the condom, his cock twitching inside you.

his grip on your hips loosened, causing you to flump down. you were too tired, too fucked, but still desired more.

mark discards of the condom, grabbing another one as he slips it onto his cock once more. “come here babe, i know you ain’t satisfied yet,” he says, breathless. gathering the little energy you had left you crawl to him where he sat on the edge of the bed.

“sit on it,” he says and you follow. your back against his chest, sinking onto his cock. you whimper at the familiar stretch. wasting no time, you begin bouncing on his cock. the position allows for him to reach you deeply, fully in you. you glance down, noting the bulge in your stomach. the sight caused you to clench tightly around him, mark’s arms slithered around your body. “you love my cock don’t ya?” he grits.

you nod your head as you chant “yes” like it’s your only vocabulary. you didn’t know when but mark had removed your bra, his hands fondling your tits while he placed open mouthed kisses along your shoulders and neck. you feel his fingers pinch your nipples, flicking the bud.

moving his hands to your hips, he helps you when he begins to feel your pace falter. “it’s alright, i got you,” he whispers in your ear. the thrusting speeds up, and it wasn’t long before you both came again, together.

it was short, but intimate. you both tired out, slumping on the bed as you quickly lose consciousness. drifting off to a deep slumber, not feeling as mark cleaned you up, dressed you properly, and tugged you back into bed.

nevertheless you could still feel the warmth of mark’s body as he tugged you closer to him, engulfed you. and the sweet little nothings and the i love you’s he whispered didn’t go unheard. both of you secretly looking forward to what the future brought for the two of you.

© jhdyuiee

2024. 09. 01

final a.n: i apologize if this became rather shitty, it's almost 3 am & i'm tired, but i really wanted to get this up for ya'll nonetheless!

hi!! i saw that your request are open so i wanted to ask for nct dream 8th member fic where all the boys know that you have the biggest crush on jeno and even the fans shipp both of you so hard every time but he is SO oblivious (and a little bit in denial about the fact that he likes you too) even tho he acts like a boyfriend to you all the time

i’ve been waiting for thissss 8th member of nct dream is always something i wanted to write about!!! thank you for the request 😔

another concert night complete, you had reclined your seat all the way back, closing your eyes, hoping to get some rest before getting to the hotel. when you felt a hand creep up your thigh. you jolted up shocked by the intimate touch, but you quickly relaxed when your eyes met jeno’s. he was smiling apologetically,

“sorry did i scare you, i just wanted to ask how you were feeling”

you smiled nervously, he had no idea what a touch like that did to your heart.

“yeah i’m okay just a little tired that’s all.”

you heard a snort from behind you, looking back you found a giggling haechan and mark, pushing and shushing each other playfully. you shot them a look telling them to knock it off and they apologized silently raising their hands defensively. when you turned back to face jeno you hoped he hasn’t seen them teasing you, instead he was smiling warmly, eyes forming crescent moons.

“rest, i’ll let you know when we’re near.”

you didn’t even realize you had fallen asleep until you felt two large hands pick you up from the cart seat,

“jeno, put me down, im awake now, i can walk!”

your cheeks were burning red, thank god it was dark outside. no matter how much you twisted and turned jeno’s arms would not budge.

“it’s okay your room is right next to mine, don’t worry about it.”

as jeno carried you bridal style through the hotel halls, haechan and mark followed close behind holding in their laughter. every time you’d look back at them they’d grab each other and pretend to make out, oh just wait until you get your hands on them.

“here you are m’lady”

jeno put you down in front of your room door, doing an exaggerated curtsy bow, making you giggle. jisung popped his head out of his room,

“y/n are you doing a weverse live to- oh hi jeno, um nevermind.”

he waves his hand dismissively tucking his head back into his room, you quickly went to stop his door grabbing him by the sleeve of his oversized hoodie.

“yes i am doing a live you can definitely join me!”

you gave him pleading eyes that said, please don’t leave me alone with jeno, and finally it seemed that jisung took the hint. he nodded slowly agreeing to join your live. jeno spoke up,

“great! let me get changed and i’ll meet you guys in y/n’s room!”

as jeno’s room door closed behind him jisung followed you into yours. he sat at the desk chair, turning it away so he’d face the wall, letting you change clothes.

“you know exactly why i never do live’s with you and jeno, why did you drag me into this?”

he heard you shuffle out of your shoes, making a loud thump noise when you threw them somewhere.

“yeah yeah whatever i’m in love with jeno, that’s EXACTLY why i need you here ji.”

he heard some more grunts and groans as you pulled off your jeans and shirt,

“can i turn around now?”

“NO!”

he laughed at your yelling, looking over at the dark window being able to see you running around searching for clothes in your bra and panties. after 8 years you’d think you’d lose the shyness but here you were, forcing jisung to look away as you change and trying to hide your very obvious crush on jeno.

“the issue isn’t that you’re in love with him the issue is that HE’S IN LOVE WITH YOU TOO and neither of you seem to notice!”

jisung felt a shirt hit the back of his head,

“not so loud! what if he comes in right-”

you heard your door unlock, oh my god.

“hey y/n did you bring that extra charger my stupid cord is brok- oh hi jisung. hi… y/n? why are you hiding ?”

he glanced over at your crouched figure hiding behind your bed.

“i’m changing! it’s over there, now get out!”

you heard renjun laugh as he made his way back to the door,

“we’re waiting for jeno to come for a live, please save me renjun please!”

jisung put his hands up in a begging motion towards renjun.

“nope, you deal with the love birds yourself, byee”

you found a hoodie lying by your bed and rushed to put it on. renjun lifted his hand with the charger as jeno passed him at the doorway, indicating why he came. you stood up quickly fixing your hair a bit, throwing jisung a dirty look as he snorted at you. jeno came reaching his hand out to grab your waist,

“nice hoodie, looks familiar”

you looked down at your hoodie, actually, jeno’s hoodie, and blushed slightly, when did you pack jeno’s hoodie in your suitcase?

the live was going smoothly jisung and jeno playfully arguing and the comments flooding with isn’t that jeno’s hoodie and look at the way she looks at him. you really hoped jeno wasn’t reading those comments. there was one comment in particular that stood out to jisung which he read, outloud,

“jisungie stop third wheeling we want to see ynno”

you chuckled nervously,

“ynno is that supposed to be our couples name?”

jeno looked towards you, your eyes meeting for a second before you looked away towards the recording screen.

“well guys i will take your advice and let you enjoy this ynno live, bye! have a good night every one and take care of yourselves!”

jisung quickly got up ignoring the slight tug you gave his hoodie, he whispered into your ear

“i promise you he likes you back please just go for it”

and then he was gone leaving you and jeno chuckling nervously at one another.

“that was weird wasn’t it?”

you nodded in response thinking of ways you could murder your group members without it causing a scandal.

“i think it’s cute though, the ship name, it suits us, ynno sounds like a puppy name.”

he smiled, you hope he wasn’t lying. your heart was beating hard against your ribcage, words couldn’t leave you mouth as you just nodded again in agreement, lips pursed.

“uh well guys it is late, and you all should sleep, we have day 2 of the concert tomorrow so we hope to see you there! bye!”

he pressed the off button on the live dropping the phone flat on the desk.

“sorry, did that make you uncomfortable? i didn’t mean to. it was just a joke to lighten to mood.”

“a joke? yeah that makes it better thanks for lightening the mood jen.”

he could hear your bitter tone.

“hey, wait, what’s wrong?”

you sighed, what better time than mid tour to confess your feelings right?

“what is all this jeno? are you playing with me or what?”

“what are you talking about?”

“what am i talking about? are you serious? the hand holding, the intimate touching, the suggestive comments, you carried me bridal style to my room today!”

“i’m trying to be nice! i care about you! and what about you huh? you wear my clothes,”

he pinches the fabric of his hoodie that you’re wearing,

“you’re always touchy and wanna be near me. i didn’t even properly unpack cause i know you’ll just ask me to come sleep with you later tonight!”

you blushed, knowing that he was right,

“i just thought that’s what we are, y/n and jeno, jeno and y/n”

jeno seemed to be running out of words, he pushed his chair back hands coming to grip his jogging pants.

“what we are? what are we? i don’t know about you but i’m not like this with any of the other guys”

you bit your lip, embarrassed at your confession, and nervous that his response to your question would confirm your negative suspicions. to your surprise jeno had other plans, he dragged his chair closer to you, warm hands coming to grab your bare thighs,

“i think i like you, no wait, i know i like you, and the guys have been telling me to just own up to it, but i have no idea what any of this means. when i was a trainee they taught me to dance and rap but they never teach you about what to do when you fall in love with your group member.”

you stared at him wide eyed, did he just confess to you?

“can you please say something before i run out of here and die of embarrassment”

your mouth was dry and you licked your lips, trying to piece you thoughts together,

“okay wow, i need to apologize to jisung for doubting him.”

he looked at you confused, what did jisung have to do with this?

“oh sorry, i mean, jisung told me that you liked me and that i should just confess to you, but i didn’t believe him so-“

“wait confess to me? you like me too?”

you let out a nervous laugh,

“yeah i do, i have for a while, and you’re flirty little moves weren’t helping me get over you.”

his hands came up to cup you face,

“and who says i wanted you to get over me?”

as he leaned in, you closed you eyes waiting for your lips to touch just a tiny space left and then- ring ring ring ring, it better not be a damn saesang call right now or else. the contact name princess nana lit up your phone screen. you looked over at jeno a confused expression on your faces. you picked up wondering what the hell jaemin could possibly want at this time of day.

“jaem what’s up?”

“uh, you didn’t turn off the live, and we all kinda saw, well heard, all of that soooo… yeah turn off your live or something our manager won’t stop blowing up our phones.”

you flipped over the phone that had been discarded on the table and showed it to jeno, his smile dropped, quickly shutting off the live. you checked your unread messages to see your manager spamming you, and chenle laughing at you both in the group chat. oh you were gonna be in so much trouble.

💜💜💜

ok ok I listened to some of the songs you recommended, and why are ISTJ and Boss so good?? Wake up

From the ones I’ve listened to, I really like Smoothie, SOS, Poison, Carat Cake, Kiss, Can We Go Back, Baggy Jeans, and The 7th Sense

i haven’t gotten to any nct 127 songs other than fact check and walk but i will eventually trust

oh man gawd! i’ve been reflecting & i feel so bad for recommending so much 😭😭 but it makes me happy hearing your enjoying it thus far! && i have some news regarding ‘die with a smile’ so like i’ve finally have come up with the plot so ill get to writing soon!

love in a jar | lee jeno

synopsis: jeno loves you so much, it is hard for him not to find you in the smallest of things that surround him. he never thought he could taste love, until he fell in love with you.

pairing: bf!jeno x female!reader

genre: established relationship, fluff, a bit suggestive??? depends on your boundaries

word count: 1.7k

contains: honestly just fluff, jeno is very much in love with reader so this is focused more on his pov, food, jeno wears cute hair clips because that's my love language.

author's note: (a little) clueless jeno is so dear to me i need to write and talk and ramble about him all the time. this was supposed to be a very very small series with some nct members, but since they are actually drabbles and not full fics i decided to scratch that. when i first wrote this series it was based on senses so this is going to be about taste. also i love jeno very much and you can tell once you'll read this. not proofread. thank you for reading! other members are coming soon <3

©️ kongjjen 2024. do not copy, translate or repost any of my works.

Jeno looks at the little jar sitting on the kitchen island. It’s small, it fits in his hand just perfectly, his fingers touching the back of his palm around the jar. He counts the sides of the jar. Eight. An octagon. Pistachio Cream, the label reads. Your favourite filling. 

He opens the jar, scooping a little of its contents with a teaspoon, tasting the sweetness. The sweetness melts on his tongue, his tastebuds alerted by the deliciousness of the treat and, once he swallows, he’s left with an aftertaste of roasted pistachios and other nuts he can’t quiet pinpoint right now, but he can taste it all, and it reminds him of you. You, with all your little secrets and insights about how real pistachio cream filling should look and taste like. He thinks he’s got the gist of it, but he’s not that sure. He bought your favourite brand, and he knows it because not only did you mention its perks multiple times, but he’s also seen it around the kitchen of your shared apartment.

He takes another scoop into his mouth and he understands what you meant when you had told him that there are two different types of pistachio flavours. There’s the artificial-tasting one, which can also be spotted from its colour, and then there’s the sweet one that tastes just as if he’s chewing pistachios with a teaspoon worth of sugar. He looks at the colour, and he thinks it matches the real taste of the cream filling.

Jeno knows you hate green. Dark, light, pine, whatever shade it is, you hate its guts. Not the pistachio shade though, it’s the only one you like, but Jeno thinks you’re biased since it’s your favourite dessert. He wonders what would have happened if you liked the shade just a little notch more. He thinks he’d see the shade everywhere in your apartment. Cushions, blankets, wall decorations, table cloths. He hates the colour, but he loves you. And he would do anything for you. If it meant subjecting his personal taste just to make you happy, he’d do it in a heartbeat. You would just need to ask him.

He twirls his tongue inside his mouth, on his gums and on his teeth, enjoying the aftertaste. He looks at the bowls and ingredients aligned in front of him, whisk in hand, apron fitting his lean figure as he carelessly tied a knot behind his back. He wants to bake you muffins, because every time he thinks of muffins, or sees them somewhere, he thinks of you. You have your own little recipe and he didn’t ask you for it before you left for work in the morning, but he thought he might surprise you in the evening using his mother’s special recipe. He’s never mentioned it before, because he loves your muffins, but this time he wants to be the one to surprise you. Turning his PC off after a boring work meeting online, he unlocked his phone to find a few texts and pictures from you. You had sent him a picture of a huge mochi dessert, the size of his fist he thinks, and you had let him know that it had milk and pieces of strawberries as a filling. Its taste reminds me of you, you had also let him know. And it endeared him so, so much, he felt his chest swell with pride and joy, and more importantly, it made his chest fill with an unimaginable feeling of pure and unconditioned love.

He then thought about what he could do to make you as happy as you had just made him, and he thought of what it was it reminded him of you. What taste reminded him, the moment his taste buds danced with the taste, of you? 

He left to go grocery shopping the moment he figured it out, knowing for sure you were out of your favourite cream filling because he distinctively remembers you whining about it after licking the jar clean. 

And now with his ‘Kiss the Cook’ apron, that you had gifted him in an humorous gesture a few years back for your Secret Santa exchange, when you were still just friends, he thinks about all the times he’s used it to get free smooches on the lips from you. It makes him giddy. The memory of you laughing or giggling every time you see him wear that apron fills his chest with warmness. 

His hair is a bit longer now, compared to the last time he’s cooked for you. Lately it had become second nature for the two of you to order take-out every other night, or eating easy and uncomplicated meals as you both came home exhausted from work, which had ultimately lead him to make some changes and transfer to working a whole month from home. He picks two of your small butterfly hair clips, one pink and the other blue, which he knows you use when you do your skincare routine in order not to get your hair wet, pulling his fringe back so he can see properly what he’s doing.

He whisks the egg whites with a little sugar, and he thinks of your delicious muffins. He’s never eaten anything quiet as tasty as those muffins, and you hadn’t made them in so long. Instead, you opted for pancakes or supermarket-bought biscuits with the same pistachio cream, and he realises that instead of associating you with the muffin itself, he thought of you as soon as he tasted anything with pistachio flavour, be it artificial or the sweet one that you loved. He hopes you won’t mind too much if he screws the recipe up a little, as long as you can taste the pistachio filling enough.

He thinks of the moment you’ll eat his muffins later in the evening, when you’ll kick your heels off and you’ll let a yelp out as soon as your swollen feet will make contact with the cold floor, before you’ll put your house slippers on. You’ll make a beeline towards the open space kitchen when you’ll smell something sweet in the air. He plans on adding vanilla extract to the batter, knowing you don’t add any additional flavours when you follow your own recipe, but he wants your tastebuds to be kicked as soon as you take a bite out of his dessert, the vanilla and pistachio dancing together hand in hand to tickle your sense of taste. 

He wants you to kiss him. Give him a kiss as soon as you swallow what he has created. Hell, he wants you to kiss him as soon as you take a bite out of it, kiss him with your mouth full, so he can taste it himself off your lips and tongue. Kiss him always, because he can always taste the after taste of the pistachio cream off your tongue. You’re so obsessed with taking at least one teaspoon worth of cream into your mouth, the sweetness lingering on your tongue. And then you approach him, at the desk where he works from, and put your arms around his shoulders and neck from behind, twirling his chair so you can give him little pecks. Pecks that turn into smooches, smooches that turn into passionate, loving kisses. 

He suddenly misses you, having you in his arms, resting your head in the crook of his neck as you whine about how much you hate and love your job. He misses the taste of pistachio that he’s never thought he’d love this much. It reminds him of you, and he loves you. 

Missing you, he eats another scoop of cream, just to make up for the fact that you’re not around right now. And one scoop turns into two, and then three. 

And when you come back home, several hours later, he feels so guilty. Missing you, he ate the whole jar. Missing you, he needed to taste something that reminded him of you. You are surprised by the tray of muffins resting on the kitchen island. Jeno still has the apron hanging around his body, a bit of flour staining the fabric. Kiss the cook, and so you do. You give him a tender kiss while half laughing at the message of the apron, it never fails to make you giggle. He melts into the kiss, grabbing your body to keep you close to him. Because he missed you and he loves you, he doesn’t need any other reasons. You can taste the sweetness on his lips, his tongue, so familiar to you already, and you wonder why the man you love tastes just like the dessert you adore so much.

Breaking the kiss, you giggle at the image of Jeno. A sparkle in his eyes, from the kiss — you are sure, that is soon replaced by a guilty look. Glancing over to his hair, you see your butterfly clips holding his fringe in place, albeit messily, a few strands of hair falling on his forehead. He looks like a little boy who knows he’s done something wrong behind his mom’s back, ready to admit his actions with embarrassment. 

Explaining the situation with mortification, how he wanted to make a nice gesture for you, how much he missed you, declaring once again how much he loves you, he lets you know he ate the whole jar of pistachio cream because he needed to feel you in some way. That was the most convenient way at hand in that moment.

He sees you retracting yourself from his grasp, and he wonders why you’re quiet, not even a giggle let past your lips. You run towards the entrance hallway, and come back with not one, but two jars of the same cream he’s spent all day savouring. Your cream, because the specific brand and taste will always be reminding him of you. 

He smiles, picking up the sac à poche, and leans into you, pointing at his apron as soon as he sees you take a little bit of cream onto your finger, sucking it off gently. 

He pouts, pointing cutely at his apron. Kiss the Cook. And so you do. 

silent treatment | lee jeno

synopsis — you and Jeno aren’t attached by the hip all the time. you just sync up in many ways which makes it easy for you to communicate with one another. Right?

OR: In which you and Jeno make a bet to see who can go the longest without talking to the other.

pairing — jeno x fem!reader

genre — university!au, friends to lovers

wc — 10.3k (what)

content — university setting, crack, fluff, maybe angst but like barely, tension (the tiniest bit suggestive), clubbing in one scene, drinking in a few, profanity, bunch of other idols

a/n — hehe hiii first post on this acc lets goooo. i wrote this for fun mainly but idm some constructive criticism. and if you enjoyed it pls do tell!! im more than happy to hear what you guys think <3

Unlinking your arms with Chaewon, you bring your fist up to wrap the door while your other hand goes to untie your shoelaces. You take a glance at the girl beside you attempting to do the same with her arms full of snacks, yours identical in a sense with the bucket hanging from your elbow. Making eye contact, a giggle is shared between you two as you laugh at each other’s weird positions.

“You think everyone’s arrived already?” Chaewon asks as she opts to shift into a squat for easier access to her shoelaces, looking up at you from the floor.

“Considering we were supposed to be here at 5 and it’s almost 6, I’d say they’re here and pissed.” She gives a smile and scoffs; “They wanted a bucket of alcohol, so we got them a bucket of alcohol. If they’re pissed, then I think we should sneak back befo- “

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my number 1

jeno x reader drabble

notes : just pure fluff with jeno& jeno being down bad for his girlfriend 🥹 (not proofread)

You sat in the bleachers. wearing his number 23 jersey with his favourite skirt he loves on you. His eyes scanned through the crowd as he stood on the field. He eagerly found your eyes, and when he did, he gave you the biggest smile along with a bunch of hearts formed by his hands. Only stopping until he felt satisfied with your reaction. He went back to the game as you continued blushing.

With the final score being 2-3, the crowd goes wild. Cheering out loud for your boyfriend’s team that just won. You ran down to the field, holding your small, handmade bouquet. Searching for your champion. Only to see him running towards you. Grabbing your waist and swinging you around as giggles left both of your mouths. “Did my baby enjoy that match?” Jeno looks down at you with his glowing eyes staring right at you. “Definitely, I am your number one fan,” with that smile on your face as you reply to him. He pauses to admire you before tilting your head up to give you the sweetest kiss ever.