10:47 PM

10:47 PM

"Have I ever told you how handsome you are?" you whispered, fingers tracing his angel-like features.

Jeno hummed from his position in your shared bed, shifting a bit so he would be able to face you properly.

"Yeah, you already did." he replied in a low voice, not wanting to break the intimate mood between the two of you.

The corner of your lips lifted a little, fulfillment settling in your mind now that you have realized that you'll never want any man besides him.

If it's not Lee Jeno, your no jam eye smile boy, then you'd rather have nobody to hold your heart.

"Well, have I ever told you that I love you?"

All movements ceased from Jeno's side, his breathing hitched when he heard you say the words he had been dying to tell you for the past few weeks.

His arms that are currently engulfing you held you tighter, somehow symbolizing that your sentiments are fully returned.

"No."

You just need that one assurance.

"I love you."

There goes his poor soul, flying away out of giddiness and palpitations that you severely caused.

Jeno nuzzled his face against your neck, a joyful smile forming on his lips, "I love you most, Y/N."

Kutabare (くたばれ)

Pairing :- Jeno lee x Fem!reader

Summary :- Just jeno in his simp era.

Genre :- college student!Jeno, college student!reader, kinda cute, flirting, never back down never what- 

Wc :- 876 words babe

WARNING :- cringy overload but that's just me 💀lmao. Nut groping because why not lol, A lil lick moment but nothing drastic CALM DOWN. 

NOTES :- No smut (unless you ask ofc 😀). This is my second story cause I couldn’t help myself honestly. Had to refrain from going overboard because ion got much of a big following and need to know what my ppl want, so I can deliver what they need ✊. I’m open to critique because I can improve by it and praise is always appreciated. LIKE, FOLLOW & REBLOG. 

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“Why are you following me Lee?” you asked for the 20th time today but he still continued to be on your ass ever since you transferred to this school 2 weeks ago because of personal reasons.  

“Because I simply can?” stating like it’s so obvious and as if you’re supposed to magically be aware of his odd innuendos. Ignoring him you continued to search for your next class.

Jeno of course had the same class as you and started playing with the little charms you have attached to your bag. You tried to fan his hand away but he quickly moved to your right and roughly pulled you to his side, his left arm resting on your shoulder.

“You need to lighten up more, putting up this persona isn’t gonna make me any less attracted to you,” He tightened his grip on you, whispered into your ears, and sultrily licked the side of your neck.

“It makes me want you even mor-” Before he could utter the next word you quickly pushed him off.

“EW WHAT THE FUCK JENO?!” you wiped the side of your neck, looking at him in disgust. You fixed your bag strap and pasted away to your class but Jeno swiftly leaped forward and grabbed your arm.

“Oh come on, don’t act like you didn’t like it,” He placed his other hand on your next arm and positioned you in front of him. 

You suddenly felt a ting in your lower stomach. You’ve always had a thing for Jeno but never wanted to act out those intrusive, unruly thoughts. You’d have to repeatedly remind yourself why you transferred in the first place, 1. To get a better education at a school with more open opportunities, 2. Start over and actually focus on the work and not make the same mistake you did at your previous school because failing is a feeling you’ve become to not like and you weren’t about the let Lee fucking Jeno distract you and get in the way of that. You’ve studied too hard to get accepted here, and he’s not going to make this whole progress a fluke. 

Jeno began to walk backward, leading you to a nearby janitors closet. “I just want to get to know you better, y/n,” He sang your name as he placed his hand on the back of your waist while stopping in front the door of the closet.

You roll your eyes and pull him by the ears. “I’ll allow you to get the know me better when I’m ready Lee Jeno,”.

He smiles seductively at you as he hunches over the more you pull on his ear groaning lightly. 

“Eh!?,” he let out a cute noise, tilting his head and looking at you as if you killed his dog the more he processed your words.

“But I know you enough,” he cupped your cheek whilst he removed your hand from his ear, leaving you stunned. He leans in closer to you, tightly wrapping his arms snugly around your waist. You could feel his minty breath brushing the tip of your nose, his bulging bicep digging into your skin in the skin-tight shirt he decided to wear, and his stone-hard chest pressed firmly against yours, feeling his rapid heartbeat, it almost made you blush. He smirked as he inched closer, but somehow, you felt something and got a little bold, so you held his gaze intensely. 

“You excited little boy?” you cheekily smiled as you groped him through his jeans. Jeno let out a strained moan as he looked you in the eye pleadingly. 

“Well you excite me by just being here. Simply can’t seem to help myself,” Jeno turned the knob of the closet door and pulled you inside.

The fourth-period bell began to ring indicating that class had finished and the next lesson was to begin. You halted your steps and backed out of the closet, leaving Jeno stunned.

“You’re gonna leave me here, bricked up in broad daylight?” Jeno braced on the door frame with his arms crossed over his chest cocking his brow at you, waiting on your reply. 

“Well, yeah” you chuckled lightly at seeing his discomfort. 

“I’ve got to get to my classes, and I’ve already missed one,” You brushed down your shirt. “AND you’re not gonna make me miss the rest,” you held onto your bag straps as you slowly took small steps backward.

“It’s not like we don’t have some classes together,” Jeno retorted.

“Keyword some and now you know why I sit away from you,” You place your arm in front of you when you realize Jeno walking closer to you, stopping him in his tracks.

“Take this as your first lesson in getting to know me better, I like the color blue,” you passed him and quickly left to get to your scheduled class. Jeno called out your name, and you turned your head in his direction.

“I can buy you a blue teddy bear, you know?!, THIS BIG” Jeno shouted, opening his long arms to dramatically show you the size of the imaginary bear, gaining some odd looks from the other students in the hallways. 

“Bye Jeno.” You playfully rolled your eyes and couldn’t help but smile and his cute gesture and went into your classroom. 

im feeling all sick and then i see this flooding thru my pinterest feed. the amount of wtf's i've muttered when i saw these is unbearable. someone pls for the love of god, put this man in jail and put me in it with him too and let him do whatever he wants with me bc holy shit

”UN Village”

I love.

-> Husband!Virgin!Yang Jungwon x Wife!Virgin!Reader

-> Things could have happened differently, but at the end of the day, no matter how, you're both meant to be.

-> Smut (p in v, non-graphic depiction of blood loss, graphic depiction of virginity loss, it's messy, body fluids, Jungwon creams his pants cuz you're too pretty, hands holding and yes it's a warning cuz it's sickeningly sweet, tits play ?, overall not what I usually do, this one is really sweet and not THAT kinky), angst depending on the point of view and that's why I'm so good at writing, misunderstandings but happy end ig ?

A silence that should have been heavy, but was nonetheless comforting, filled the beautifully decorated room. The subdued lights reflected on the glasses of wine the hotel had served you earlier, still full. What was there to celebrate ? Under different circumstances, on another day, perhaps even in another life, you would have gazed at your surroundings in wonder. The crystal chandeliers hanging from the ceiling, the walls lined with paintings far too expensive and precious to be displayed like this, the huge four-poster bed that didn't even occupy a quarter of the room and whose mere sight made you sleepy as it looked so comfortable. All this for you. For you and your husband.

"My husband…" you murmured half-heartedly, imperceptibly, as you contemplated the room you'd be living in for the next two weeks. Every young married couple's dream.

With a slow, hesitant, heavy step, you moved towards the patio door, your gaze lingering for a moment on the crescent moon already high in the sky. Stopping just in front of it, you raised your hand to the handle but hesitated. You hesitated again. Like all those times you'd hesitated. Hesitating to speak out, to let your loved ones know what you thought of the idea of marriage. But this hesitation had cost you your future. Your free will.

With a hand trembling with emotion, you grasped the door handle and opened it gently, trying hard not to disturb your husband. It was strange to think of this 19-year-old boy, with whom you'd grown up and been good friends, as your husband.

The sound of the door sliding open snapped Jungwon out of his thoughts, and he almost jumped back into his deckchair seat. He had laid back to contemplate his next move. What had been taken from him, what was left. And it was as Jungwon watched the clouds glide deftly across the sky, floating along without a care in the world and continuing their tireless cycle, that he realized how quickly time passed. It seems like only yesterday, when he was having fun collecting snails with you, you were only 8 years old. And yet, yesterday, he was in this very place, in this very spot, refusing to face you just hours after your wedding. How could he, he felt selfish for loving you when you'd been forced into this marriage. He felt miserable and opportunistic.

The minute you joined him on that beach, in your bathrobe, your pretty face lit up by the moonbeams, his gaze locked onto you. He could not help but find you beautiful, cherishing and appreciating every detail of your body, every imperfection, every difference. And your personality ? Oh, Jungwon had never met anyone like you. Every person is unique, but he fell for your uniqueness. He liked the way you smiled when you saw something cute, the way you always ordered the same thing at your favorite ramen restaurant, unwilling to change the dish for fear of not liking it; he liked the way you were honest with him, the way you always refused to share your bowl of popcorn when you were lying on the couch making fun of movie scripts and actors far too old to be considered attractive by young people of your generation. He loved every one of those things, he loved you. But how could you love him when you were now forced to spend the years to come by his side ? Jungwon felt like your own pair of handcuffs, pretty but constricting.

Your feet sank into the cool sand of your very own private beach, your gaze lost for a moment on the water-lined horizon, where the sky touched the sea, where the world seemed limitless. You could not help but frown at the magnificent landscape before you. You could not bring yourself to accept that behind this ring, which seemed to grip your finger like a vise, there was a whole other world. A world where people were not forced to marry their best friend. An infinity of possibilities that suddenly seemed far too attractive, but also far too stifling. The sea provided you with a lovely lullaby, the sound of the waves crashing on the sand, retreating each time, retreating into the sea, into their home, a little further away, always further away. The constant sound of the salty water reassured you, helping you to think rationally. It was your first time here, and it certainly would not be your last. Now you understood why yesterday, when you were waiting for him in your bed, primed and apprehensive, Jungwon had not come inside. He'd found a much better view here.

The latter, your husband, had turned around, looking at you with those beautiful eyes you loved so much. The dark night hid many things from you, but certainly not the almost ethereal beauty he graced you with. His straight nose, against which, when you were younger, you'd rub yours; his lips, which, at 15, had stolen your first kiss on the basis of a common agreement that, if you kissed someone, your best friend would be the best first person; his shiny, smooth, dark hair, like silk threads, which you'd always envied, where you loved to slide your fingers. Everything about Jungwon was overwhelming, how could a human being be so beautiful ? Maybe your opinion was biased, but it did not matter, he was your Jungwon, in your eyes he was the number 1. So what could have changed in the space of a few days ? No, you knew. It was yesterday that everything had changed. When, after two hours of waiting, you had clumsily slipped on a pair of pyjamas over your prettiest underwear, your eyes glistening with tears, a feeling of humiliation and guilt gnawing at your stomach and lulling you to sleep. Everything had changed when you realized that your best friend was in the same boat as you but that he was not interested in you.

Lying down on the sand, right next to his chair, you tried hard to keep your eyes from turning in his direction. He could see all your doubts, all your weaknesses, that fragility and humility you'd carefully hidden the night before after falling asleep in a cold, empty, loveless bed, cuddling and curling up on yourself. And yet, if you'd looked at him for even a second, your heart would have started beating fast and hard, filling with love at the mere sight of Jungwon's gaze. His narrowed and cat-like eyes looking at you with so much love, so much respect, that even an idiot would have realized the nature of his feelings for you. You would have seen the way his lips parted as he could not close his mouth at the sight of your beauty, your make-up-free face, your hair awkwardly tied back. Maybe you'd even have seen the way he bit his lip as his gaze traced your curves, lingering for a second too long on the cleavage provided by your bathrobe, or your bare legs stretching out in a way that was far too sensual for his eyes on the sand. If you'd concentrated, you'd have heard the way his breath had stopped for a moment when he'd had a whiff of your perfume, the way his breathing had been slightly erratic when you'd sat so close to him, giving him a perfect view of your upper chest

"Jungwon…?" you called his name in a whisper, fearing that this dreamscape would shatter like a picture frame if you spoke too loudly. Fearing that the wind would carry that name to someone's ears, even though you were alone for miles around..

He stopped himself from jumping and hastily turned his gaze to the sea before discreetly clearing his throat and answering, "Hum ? Yes ?"

"Are you in love with someone..?" The phrase had escaped you. You felt as if your ears and heart were closing, dreading his answer, your breath catching in your throat as you sharply inhaled the suddenly far too salty sea air. Jungwon was talented, handsome, kind, considerate. Undoubtedly someone worth his time and attention had fallen for him, someone Jungwon loved in return but whom he would now be unable to see because of you.

Jungwon seemed to short-circuit, his brain hastily searching for an answer. One that would suit you both. Should he tell you the truth ? Or lie to you ? How would you react, how would you look at him in the years to come, if he told you that he, your best friend, someone you were supposed to trust, loved you ? had betrayed you ? He would not be able to look you in the eye for fear of the look you'd give him.

The silence was heavy. For an instant, a fraction of a second, the only thing you heard was the huff Jungwon not so discreetly let out. One that indicated that he did not know what to say, how to say it, but that you had interpreted differently. You must have been annoying, asking him questions about his private life, right ?

"I love."

His confession made no sense. But, at this point, nothing made sense. The whole fiasco, that white dress and suit, those guests who did not care why or how you got there. This masquerade made no sense, so you might as well have made no sense at all. Your words could be empty words, your promises just words, and your actions just means to an end. Just because the world went round did not mean you had to do the same. You had the right to make mistakes, to hesitate, to hate each other, but certainly not to love each other, if your jet-haired friend's response was any indicator.

"Oh-" Your voice cracked and tears filled your eyes. You could blame him for the situation you were in, he was not to know that he'd just destroyed the wall you'd spent the previous night carefully constructing, stolen what little hope you'd hidden there and crushed it under the weight of those two words. You had to be quiet as your tears rolled down your cheeks, red with embarrassment. You lowered your head, choosing to watch and play with the fine sand beneath your fingers.

Jungwon knew you well. Maybe even too well. He knew your every manner and habit. How you liked your coffee, your morning and night routines, the specific ways you interacted with each of your friends. Sometimes he found it frightening, found himself frightening. But he had to know your likes and dislikes to keep a smile on your face every day. Unfortunately, Jungwon was also familiar with the sound of your voice when you were in emotional distress. He had a kind of radar programmed just for you, telling him when you were feeling sad, when you were crying.

He rushed to your side, almost knocking over the deckchair in his haste, and knelt down in front of you. He had no shame in putting himself in front of you like that. So vulnerable. He'd get down on his knees and kiss your hand every morning when you woke up, if you wanted him to. His hands flew over your face, not knowing where to rest or how to comfort you, since he had no idea why his words had affected you so much. He'd spent a whole day avoiding you, and before that a whole month before the wedding, just so he would not see that look on your face. But it seemed he'd failed, because when he put his hands on your cheeks and lifted your face to get a better look at it, the sight of your swollen red eyes greeted him, beads of water still dripping from your beautiful eyes. "Please, don't cry." he whispered, his voice trembling with emotion as his eyes sought yours, hoping to see that familiar glint of mischief that was usually in your gaze, "Please…"

It had been years since you'd heard Jungwon sound so vulnerable. You felt as if his fingers were touching you as if you were made of the most fragile precious stone, affectionately caressing your cheeks as he caught your tears with his thumbs, wiping them away again and again, tirelessly, until there were none left at all. He held out his heart to you, presented it to you, entrusted it to you and did not even ask you to take care of it, because he knew there was no need to. Jungwon was vulnerable in front of you, just as you were. Awkwardly, yes, but without shame or embarrassment. Just two friends who found comfort in each other's presence.

"I love-" you let out a strangled sob and grabbed his sleeves, clutching them tightly in your hands, afraid he'd leave you and only come back in the wee hours. The simple sensation of his shirt beneath your fingers was reassuring, anchoring you in this reality that sometimes teetered between nightmare and dream. It was comforting, but you could not help thinking that it was all you'd ever get from him. Comforting words whispered that night on this beach, under the gaze of the moon and the sea, fingertip caresses that would haunt you until maybe one day you found love. Until you loved someone who was not Jungwon, your best friend, your husband. "I'm sorry, I- this isn't what I wanted…" you breathed in deeply, whispering the last two words with a sorrow that brought tears to Jungwon's eyes "…for us."

"Why are you apologizing ? I'm not blaming you, nor do I blame myself. It's not our fault." he said, sitting down beside you and engulfing you in a comforting, warm embrace. He tried to ignore the feel of your body on his, the feel of your chest pressed against his ribcage, the sight of your legs folded up right in front of him, so close, so tempting as your robe parted, teasing him with a glimpse of your upper-thigh. He swallowed, choosing instead to look at your face. You were looking at him, contemplating him, with such admiration and adoration that Jungwon felt his heart topple in his chest. Perhaps you could hear his erratic beating, the song he was playing just for you.

"But you love."

"Yeah, I love."

You stayed like that for at least five minutes, staring into each other's eyes, trying to convey through your gaze what you could not put into words yourself. Intimate words that refused to leave the hollow of your throat, that hung on the tip of your tongue. Words of love you were too afraid to say out loud, the only thing your eyes could not communicate, that you did not grasp.

Jungwon cups your cheek, resting his forehead on yours and closing his eyes as his arm wraps around your waist. He wanted to tell you so many things, but above all, he wanted to kiss you madly. Just a taste, a flavor of you, of what your lips could taste, he wanted just one bite, just one. Then he'd live with himself and leave you alone. He could make that selfish choice, just once, couldn't he ?

His hand left your cheek and rested on the back of your neck, that familiar warmth bringing you a little comfort in the middle of the nowhere you'd been sent. You watched him frown, approaching and then moving away from your face, in conflict with himself, with what his heart wanted and what his head dictated. The rest of his actions, you knew, you'd known him since you were in diapers, he was your best friend. But you refused to take him away from this person he loved, you wanted to kiss someone whose heart belonged to you.

But suddenly, you rested your hand on his chest, and you did not need to speak anymore. You knew. You recognized that familiar rhythm his heart was playing, it was the same as yours, the same chords, the same notes, the same intensity.

"I waited for you yesterday…" you revealed, trying to pull away from him in a vain attempt to hide your embarrassment at your confession. But Jungwon could never get enough of your flushed cheeks, your shifty gaze as you confessed something you thought you'd never tell him. Thus, you could only move your face a few centimeters away, just enough for him to admire you as if you were the most beautiful work of art.

He giggled, like the 19-year-old young adult he really was, a boy just out of his teen years, and his eyes formed a crescent, crinkling adorably as his lips stretched into that smile you loved so much. "Ah, I'm a little ashamed to admit it…"

You tilted your head, a small smile stretching your lips at the sight of his embarrassment. There he was, the Jungwon you loved. Although much of the unspoken still loomed large in the atmosphere, something had changed. A mutual understanding had put aside your evasive glances and awkward touches. You were no able to look at each other, your eyes still glistening with the tears you'd shed.

"I was scared. I was so nervous…"

"Oh." you laughed awkwardly, trying to move further away from him. But he only followed you, rising from his cross-legged position and bending over his knees, towering over you by a few inches as he looked down on you, the shadow of his hair preventing you from seeing that dangerous gleam that had lit up in his eyes. Each time, you took a step backwards, trying to crawl a little further away from him - not because you were afraid or uncomfortable, but because you liked this game you were playing. And each time, he rose a little higher, leaning on his knees and following you, his hand on the back of your neck in a firm but loving grip, his other hand always settling on yours even as you pulled away. Soon enough, he was on top of you, tilting your head as he towered over you. You could not help laughing at the striking resemblance with a cat. The mischievous look, the stance, you could easily imagine a tail wagging behind him, so much so that you felt you were the prey he was toying with.

"But…" He brought his face close to yours, his face amused, and his lips brushed yours. Against them, he whispered, "I love."

Hesitantly, almost shyly, he placed a soft kiss on the corner of your lips, then on yours. Once, twice, before he grew confident and crushed his mouth to yours, supporting his weight with one hand and pressing down on your head to get you closer to him, to encourage you to do as he did, to lose yourself in the pleasure. As he grew more confident, his kisses gained in intensity. He tilted his head to one side, encouraging you to do the same, before pushing his tongue against your lips. But all of a sudden, he drew back, panting, his eyes round. He was surprising himself. He wasn't educated like that. Maybe he was forcing you to do something you did not want to do. He regained his breath and opened his eyes, gauging your reaction to his actions.

And God, he was a virgin but he felt like he could have cum on the spot. You were a sight. Your barely opened eyes looked up at him, a mist swimming in your irises, and Jungwon knew just by looking at you that your brain was struggling to process what had just happened. His gaze continued to run over your cheeks, as red as the sweetest apple, whether by effort, embarrassment or excitement, he could not tell, before continuing on to your lips. Lips he could have tasted and could now never have enough of. At last his gaze slid over and lingered on your chest, which kept rising and falling in a rapid rhythm, the swelling of your breasts and a glimpse of your bra visible as the bathrobe had slipped over your shoulders as you moved backwards. Jungwon felt like a pre-pubescent teenager as he felt his erection swell in his beach shorts, making him move uncomfortably on top of you. Just looking at you had turned him on, would you let him touch you ?

"Jungwon…" you gasped, moving your face forward in a desperate attempt to capture his lips once more. He looked at you with what seemed like wonder and you whined like a child, clutching his shirt with one hand as you held yourself up with the other, "Wonnie…"

"Ah~." He crushed his lips to yours in a kiss that made you blush like a teenager before once again sliding his tongue over your lips, asking permission to go further even though he had only one desire which was to grab your jaw and force his tongue into your mouth. There was something so exciting about the idea of urging you to accept him body and soul, to mold you while cherishing and respecting you, in the sole hope of seeing that expression again and again. Between kisses, when he needed to catch his breath, he'd repeat over and over again, "I love… So much."

"Me too, I love- Wonnie, please…" you begged, you complained, you whined. At this point, you no longer knew what you wanted. You felt like you were floating, on a boat, alone, on the open sea, while the waves were steady, rocking you under a sun that made you feel warm. But you did not need to know what you wanted, Jungwon would know for you, he'd give you what you wanted and more than that, you could surrender yourself to him, offer him your body. All you had to do was look at him with those pretty eyes of yours. This whole marriage thing seemed like a shadow of the past. This story that had definitely changed something in your dynamic with Jungwon, that had caused you so much pain. That made you love each other in a different way than if it had never happened. For one night, you could forget that you'd been forcibly married to your best friend.

"Can I..?" 

"Yeah..."

Panting, he pressed his mouth against yours, leaning on his forearms so he could feel you up close. He wanted to press his body against yours, to feel you underneath him, to know that you were real, that it was really you underneath him. He wanted to feel your skin against his, feel your limbs tremble as his hand caressed them, never lingering too long, wandering all over your arms and neck. He wanted to feel your heart beating in unison against his, feel your curves against his, the swell of your chest against his, that chest he'd often stared at when he was just a hormonal teenager watching his best friend's body change.

This time, he pushed his tongue into your mouth, hesitant at first. His moist pink muscle felt like an intruder, yet you could not help but think that this was the place where it had always belonged. The dance your tongues were doing wasn't a masquerade or a ball, it was more like a nightclub, hot, awkward, needy. Your muscles intertwined, touched and teased each other, giving each other no respite. You felt things you'd never felt before, your body, your emotions, the sensation of his fingers sliding down your neck, tracing a necklace you weren't wearing, everything was overwhelming, but in a good way. So underneath him, you could only gasp and sigh as he made you feel so good just with his mouth. Maybe saliva was running down your chin, maybe you were both out of breath, but none of that mattered, you could not care less. Your eyes closed as he tilted his head, almost pushing his tongue down your throat, devouring you whole in a way that would have seemed disgusting to anyone who saw you, but you could not help but blush, feeling complete, at home.

Your hands grabbed handfuls of the fine sand you were lying in and you clenched your fists, trying to ground yourself in reality. Jungwon drew back for just a few seconds, moved away from you and admired you, his gaze gliding over your hands. Delicately, he placed his free hand on yours, and you looked at him in wonder as he smiled at you, as if you were worth more than all the gold in the world. Ever so delicately, his fingers caressed your wrist and then your palm, timidly, as if he were still a four-year-old who only wanted to hold his crush's hand. You felt tears welling up in your eyes, once again, for what seemed like the umpteenth time that evening. You felt so loved. Gradually, your grip loosened, the sand slipped through your fingers, dripping onto the beach, as Jungwon intertwined his hand with yours, the sound of your cold rings touching each other resonating imperceptibly in the air.

"I don't really wanna talk about this whole situation." Jungwon said before kissing your closed eyes, pursuing "But- It hurts. I just don't know how we ended up like this." He kissed your cheeks. "But I don't want you to feel like you're stuck in this." He kissed your lips and you parted your mouth, letting him in. He conveyed his feelings through a loving kiss and then pulled away, breathless, stars in his pretty eyes. "I don't know if it's the right time, the right place, but I know that you're the right person. I love." You opened your eyes and tears rolled down your cheeks as you tried to muffle a sob. Carefully, lovingly, he kissed it away. One by one, each one, while caressing your hand with his thumb, squeezing it, letting you know that he was here. Here for you, here with you. "All this time, those years. I've always loved you, appreciated you, looked up to you. You seemed so far and yet so close…" He pressed his forehead on yours, kissing you from time to time, capturing your sobs. "I love you. So much."

Your gaze was lost. Your eyes, fixed on the sky, reflected thousands of stars. You were so afraid, so afraid of the feelings you were experiencing, of how powerful they were, of Jungwon's influence on you. You felt like a doll, a puppet that would act according to its owner's wishes. But as you looked up at the stars tonight, the day after your wedding, you realized that maybe you wouldn't like it any other way. If it was Jungwon, you could afford not to be your own master. You brought his hand to your heart, still not looking at him as you gently slid your entwined hands under your robe, letting him feel your lingerie with his fingertips.

"You were my first kiss." you said breathlessly, letting out a small laugh with your voice knotted with emotion.

"You were mine too." he whispered smiling, not moving his hand an inch.

"The first person I ever held hands with."

"You were mine too."

"The first person I ever hugged."

"You were mine too."

"And now you're my first and last husband."

"I hope so."

"I want you to be my first everything. Jungwon, please-" you exhaled a breath you were holding, bringing his hand to your mouth and kissing delicately his fingers, "Make love to me. Love me."

"I'll be your first and your last."

With all the love he had for you, he kissed your jaw and gradually moved down to your neck, whimpering every time his lips were kissing your skin. He was so happy to be there with you. Maybe it wasn't the first time the two of you had hoped, Jungwon even thought he was in a nightmare. But he'd be all right if he shared that nightmare with you, wouldn't he ? His kisses traveled down to your chest, stopping at the piece of cloth that hid you from him. He looked at you and did not even need to ask if you were sure of this choice, your gaze told him everything. Your eyes looking at him, a galaxy swimming in your irises, reflecting his image, the love you felt for him.

He straightened up and straddled your hips, careful not to hurt you. His hand moved to your cleavage and gently opened the piece of fabric, revealing your breasts covered in your modest lingerie, which, while not sexy, seemed to be the most sensual thing in his eyes. The previous him, the awkward, cute, hormonal teenager had already dreamed of seeing you in so few clothes, had dreamed of his best friend in ways that would surely have made you run away. But now, here you were, lying in all your splendor, just beneath him under the attention of his loving hands and mouth. His dick twitched in his shorts and Jungwon inhaled sharply, unused to feeling this strange feeling so strongly. He wanted to love and respect you, but he could not stop thinking about things, what he could do with you, how he could please you and vice versa. You were beautiful, the curve of your breasts excited him, making him want to grab them and never let go. He wanted to leave thousands of kisses on your stomach until he reached that part of you you'd never shown to anyone.

"It's- I'm so sorry, so many thoughts racing in my head right now, I really wanna make you feel good. I wish that I'd be better."

"I love it. I love you the way you are, I love the fact that I'll be your first. I want us to experiment, to make mistakes, to learn, together."

He frowned. You were so nice to him. He looked at your breasts once more and felt he'd never be able to take his eyes off them when he saw your two nipples poking through the fabric of your bra. Both his hands rested on the roundness of your breasts while his thumbs rested on your nipples, pressing on it, testing the water.

"Ah~, it feels…weird? I like it, Wonnie."

He nodded, never taking his eyes off your breasts, and finally decided to remove the fabric that prevented him from feeling your curves in the palm of his hands. One by one, he removed your straps, and you arched your back so that he could unfasten the ties of your bra. He tried hard to concentrate on the task in hand, but the sight of your breasts pushed up was far too distracting. It took him at least two minutes before he finally succeeded, which made you let out a little laugh. He looked at you and frowned, pinching your tummy, making you laugh even more. He smiled, then turned his attention back to your now exposed breasts. For him to see.

Just like a person having sex for the first time, he was unable to restrain his desire and haste as he almost rushed to your chest. Attaching his mouth to one of your nipples, as he'd seen a man do in a porno he'd watched, he sucked on it and pulled away, licking at the flesh like a kitten lapping up its milk. He glanced at you, trying to see if you liked what he was doing, and was granted with the sight of your face puckered from the raw pleasure you were feeling. Your head thrown back, your eyes closed, your breath short, a blush making its way to your face and neck. He occupied his other hand kneading and teasing your other nipple with his fingertips, tugging on it, rolling between his fingers, trying to ignore how painfully hard he was, his penis stretching in his shorts and pressing uncomfortably against the tissue. He really wanted to touch himself, he knew that just by looking at you he would cum on the spot. But he had to make you feel good first.

"Wonnie, I want you there." you whimpered, trying to rub your thighs together in the hope of soothing the throbbing between your legs. He failed to hear you, too lost in the sensation of your flesh in his mouth, your nipples rolling on his warm tongue, so you tried to push his head away from your chest, grabbing strands of his hair and trying to pull on them. "Wonnie~!" A high-pitched moan left his mouth and he stepped back at last, his gaze lost, as if he were the one being pleasured. But for Jungwon it was just the same. Worshipping you and your body was apparently a big turn on. It was an interesting discovery, but not surprising to him.

"What-?" he asked, completely lost, his hands still groping your tits as if he was afraid they would disappear.

"I'm- It's so wet, please ? Wonnie pretty please ?"

His big almond eyes widened as he lowered his eyes to where he was sitting. Did you really want him ? Him, and nobody else ?

Your gaze, almost covered in mist, oblivious to your surroundings except for the stars above you, lingered on the form peeking out of Jungwon's shorts and you almost choked. He was hard. The outline of his length was visible through his shorts, and if he sat and leaned into you, you could feel it on your stomach. You could feel his dick on you. You let out an almost pornographic moan, the mere idea of his bulge touching you turning you on wildly.

Jungwon twisted his upper body, lowered your legs, which were crossed behind him, and stepped back until you could sit up and untie the belt of your bathrobe. He looked away respectfully as you removed the last of your modesty, tossing it somewhere in the sand. Once you shyly called his name he turned and darted toward you again, threading a hand through your hair as he kissed you like there was no tomorrow.

"Wanna go in the bedroom ?"

"Nothing about us- about this is normal, I don't want my first time to be normal either."

He nodded and held the back of your head as he led you back on the sand, smooching your lips before parting your legs. He made sure your bathrobe was stretched below your waist to avoid any mishap and got a brief glimpse of your glistening pussy. He swallowed nervously and quickly looked away, well aware that he was torturing himself by looking at you, his dick reminding him all too well.

"Plus, the sky is beautiful tonight."

He looked at you in awe, telling himself that you were so much more beautiful than the sky, that he only wanted to look at you as he made love to you. He took your hand and placed a kiss on your fingertips.

"I don't know how this is supposed to work I just want you, right now, inside."

"I don't want to hurt you." he said doubtfully as he took off his shirt, leaving you drooling at the sight of his magnificent torso, his smooth, milky beautiful skin.

You were at a loss for words for a few seconds, your brain refusing to process the words he'd just told you, so engrossed were you in the man in front of you. Eventually, you whimpered, a frown present on your face, disgruntled and embarrassed as you avoided his gaze, murmuring in a barely audible way, "It's already…ready. I'm ready for you…"

"Are you sure?"

"Hum." you nodded, fidgeting with the hem of his shorts, sometime tugging at it with how desperate and needy you were becoming as the second were going by. He glanced at you before focusing on your private part, sliding his hands down your belly, his hand stopping just inches from your cunt. He gave you another look before moving his fingers timidly to your pussy, stroking it delicately, gathering a significant amount of moisture on his fingers. You arched your back with a moan, then thrust your hips towards his hand, demanding more. You felt like all your senses were on alert, you were so sensitive.

He moaned at the sight but suddenly froze, his gaze locked on your pussy as his face contorted into an expression of pure pleasure. You were too lost in the pleasure you'd just felt with the caress of his fingers to notice the growing stain on Jungwon's shorts, the mortified and ashamed expression on his face and his rapid breathing.

Jungwon gradually got off his high, panting as if he'd just run a marathon. His gaze turned to his shorts and he restrained himself from hiding his face in his hands at the realization that he'd just cum just by touching your pussy. He hastily discarded all evidence and yeeted his shorts away from you, standing in all his naked glory in front of you, his length already hard again. How could he not when you were in front of him in all your naked glory ?

"I'm ready too."

Your eyes opened wide as they landed on his glans dripping with a liquid you assumed was pre-cum. You bit your lower lip and held back a moan, your hips pushing toward his, your hole pulsing uncomfortably, craving to be filled as another wave of clear liquid coated your walls, preparing you to be penetrated.

Jungwon could not hold his smirk at your expression of neediness and decided not to make you wait any longer. He grabbed your hand again and placed a kiss in its palm, intertwining your fingers before pinning it next to your head, leaning over you, looking into your eyes and kissing you lovingly. "I love you."

Experimentally, he pressed his cock against your cunt, inhaling sharply at the feeling of your wetness on his length, trying hard to control his breathing so as not to cum again. You sighed with contentment at the pressure his member exerted on your clitoris, then gave a stroke with your pelvis, urging him to continue. He buried his head in the hollow of your neck, squeezing your hand as he began to move back and forth, wetting his dick in an effort not to hurt you when he finally put it in. With each stroke you felt his tip rubbing deliciously against your ball of nerves, giving you the impression that someone was boiling hot water in your lower belly. You could not help alternating your gaze between the sky and the magnificent boy towering over you. You were both a whining mess, holding and clutching each other's hand, stopping some time to catch your breath as you were so focused, that you forgot to breathe.

"A-Ah, I'll put it in." he stuttered, looking down in order to grab his dick and put it in the right hole. Despite what he saw in pornos, apparently first time were clumsy and messy, he did not wanted to ridicule himself in front of you. The simple sensation of his hand on his hard-on felt like thousands of needles tingling his skin in a delicious way, so he tried to hurry. He searched with the tip of his dick for your warm, welcoming entrance and then found it and positioned himself. From where you were, both literally and metaphorically, you could not see his hand shaking nervously or the way he was biting his lip, clenching his jaw so hard that veins were visible along his neck.

Finally, he penetrated you, but very gently. Just the tip. Your vagina stretched and a strange feeling took hold of your guts, it was the first time something had entered that part of your body, it was strange. But you were not in pain yet, your slick had prepared you for his ministrations, and he had wet his dick. Jungwon suddenly closed his eyes and buried his head in your neck, breathing heavily, his hand gripping yours in an almost deliciously painful way.

"Ah, wait, 's too much-" he whimpered, staying still.

And so were you. It was scary to lose your virginity after all the stories you'd read. Some women felt pain, others did not, you were afraid of the sensation of his member in you. Were you going to feel good ? Or were you going to be in pain ? You tried to get rid of the pressure you were feeling and cracked a joke, "You're not even halfway in.", but it backfired.

As he gently pushed a little more of his length inside you, he chuckled, breathless, "Yeah and you already make me feel this good- What are you doing to me..?"

Jungwon's moan reached your ears before you knew what had happened. You'd felt your vagina clench at the sound of his words, a sense of pride and adoration fueling this feeling in your body, and the next second you felt a warm liquid flowing inside you, dripping on your inter-thighs and onto the bath robe.

"D-Did you just-"

"Shh. Don't say a word, I literally wanna bury myself in the sand right now."

You chuckled lightly, using your free hand to get his hair out of his face as you kissed his sweaty forehead. Your cute husband was trying really hard. You tried to get a better look at his face and fidgeted on the spot, only to stop, a cry stuck in your throat at the sensation of his dick pushing against your hymen. You felt like something inside you was being torn apart, the same burning sensation you felt when you cut your fingertip on a sheet of paper.

"Ah~! Don't move, it's still hard !" Jungwon moaned in your ear, worried, nibbling at your ear lobe as tears were streaming down your face. "Do you want me to stop ?"

"No, I- I'll like it, please, Wonnie, please give me more !" you whined grabbing the hair on the back of his head.

He pulled away from you and watched your face tense and tears flowing, then kissed them one by one. Just as gently as the way he pushed his penis inside of your tight and virgin hole. "I love you, I really d-do, thank you so much."

Suddenly he stopped and exhaled heavily, a strain smile on his face as he was looking at you.

"Is it-"

"It's all in."

You nodded and inhaled deeply, clutching his left hand that was still holding yours as you rubbed your head against it, as if for comfort. Jungwon blushed at the sight and you felt his member twitch inside you, making you look at him with round eyes. You did not know it could move.

"I can't help it, you're too beautiful… Can I ?"

"Mm-hmm."

Gently, as if testing the waters, he drew back his pelvis and moved it forward again, just as slowly. The sensation of your gummy walls enveloping him like this made him feel as if he'd just consumed the strongest drug. Except that you were his drug, his heroin, he definitely could not let you go after seeing you like this underneath him. No.

You, on the other hand, could not bring yourself to enjoy the sensation of the tip of his dick dragging across your walls, the feel of his veins rubbing all the right places in your body. The lacerating sensation from earlier remained, like the smell of bread in front of a bakery, it was faint, but present all the same. But just as the smell fade as you move away, so did the pain as he moved languidly in and out of you, whispering sweet nothings and gathering every saline pearl in the hollow of his lips. His other hand caressed your body from side to side, sometimes stopping on your chest, sometimes caressing your ribs, sliding through your hair. You never knew where it was going or when it would stop, but it served as a good distraction when Jungwon's urges made him buck his hips a lite bit too hard unwillingly.

While Jungwon was having a blast from the start, bathing in the sensations he was feeling through his dick, swearing a few times that your vagina seemed to suck him in every time he pulled out a bit too far, you, on the other hand, were slowly but surely starting to feel good. Just as your pitch and whimpers were becoming higher and louder, Jungwon pace was fastening. Maladroitement, at some point, you tried to have more of what he was giving you by pushing your hips forward, the lewd sounds of your skin slapping against each other echoing in the empty night, the only witness being nature itself. Jungwon held himself above you, looking into your eyes every time he pushed his hips a little harder or a little faster, trying to find out if you liked it, if you liked him, if he made you feel good. But also in order to see the expressions you'd make, especially loving the way you'd close your eyes and frown when he hit a particularly erogenous spot. Panting, feeling your walls tighten around him if possible, he lowered his gaze to the place that linked you. His cock was covered in a mix of your juices, sperm coating it or splashing onto his pelvis each time he desperately pushed his dick deep inside you again and again. Added to this mix of fluids was the evidence of your loss of virginity, but Jungwon was way too far gone to even notice, way too desperate to make you feel good.

"Ah~ Wonnie, it's…weird. I think something's gonna explode. It-It feels so good !" you moaned, tightening your grip on his hand, turning your head so you could see your intertwined fingers, the light of the flames reflecting off your silver rings.

"It's good then."

He pushed his hips forward, finally not able to control himself, and almost slammed his lower body into yours, Resting his forehead on yours, looking into your eyes as you were falling apart beneath him, your mouth agape, your other hand gripping the sand as if it was your lifeline in a middle of a sea of pleasure, your back arching, pressing your boobs on his fit torso. Jungwon swore he'd never seen anything so beautiful.

Your pussy clenched around his member and he felt like he was suffocating, he felt like he'd rip off a piece of you if he moved as he felt every bit of flesh inside you. And he was only a young man, so the suction exerted by your cunt on his dick made him cum for the third time that evening.

He allowed himself to fall on you as you were milking him from the last drop of his cum, your right hand tangled in his hair as you were both trying to catch your breath.

You stared at the shining stars above the two of you, stroking his hair affectionately, your legs still shaking from your orgasm and your wet cheeks reddened by the overflowing emotions.

He pecked your lips and suddenly stood up, hastily slipping on his boxers and cringing at the feeling of his wet and soft dick on the fabric. Jungwon then stared at you, your body, and smiled. Not in a sexy way, he was not smirking, he was genuinely smiling out of pure love and adoration. You watched him do it, curious, before shyly covering yourself at his insistence, your gaze evasive but a smile on your lips.

He shook his head and let out a cute little laugh, the one you loved so much. He leaned over and grabbed your shoulders, sitting you up, then pulled his shirt on you before taking you in his arms to carry you inside. He set you down gently beside the huge bathtub in your far too large bathroom. He turned on the tap under your watchful eyes and left the room, leaving you alone with your thoughts, the burning pain between your legs and the realization of the situation. You'd just slept with your best friend, or rather your husband ? Despite your feelings for him, what happened, the word left a bitter taste in your mouth.

Jungwon returned, a bunch of clothes in his hands, your clothes, and threw them in the laundry basket. He bent down and tested the temperature of the water before nodding and turning to you, carrying you in his arms again.

"Tell me if it's not to your liking…" he whispered, lowering you into the water as you nodded.

"It's perfect." you exhaled, your tenses muscles relaxing thanks to the warm water engulfing your body. "You don't have to do all of this, you know…" you said hesitantly, fiddling with your fingers, too afraid or shy to look at him.

He took a cup of plastic and gently poured water on your hair, wetting your hair as he chuckled, as if you made the funniest joke ever. "I know, but I want to. I'm your husband now."

"My husband…"

He took the bottle of shampoo, poured some into his hands and began to massage your head gently, spreading the shampoo over your hair. "I would have done the same thing even if I weren't your husband. All this mess was just a good excuse, he guessed. I've always loved you and even if it were in ten or twenty years we would have been in the same situation, because you are the love of my life and I would have married you anyway."

These words were like an arrow through your heart. When you thought you'd smile, the words were said with such honesty and nonchalance that the only thing you could do was hide your face in your hands as you began to cry with joy, comforted and lulled by the sweet music your heart was playing, soon joined by Jungwon's humming as he took care of you as he would have done in the future. With love. Him being your husband was not that bad apparently.

"I love you too, Jungwon."

Premium Boy-Toy (l.j)

the one where your best friend gifts you an entire man, and that man just so happens to be in high demand for everyone but you, until now at least.

ao3 | m.list | minors dni! | if you read it, reblog it.

requested by anon: “I don’t like getting off on my own.” + “No one’s ever touched fucked me like this,”

wordcount― 10.3k

pairing― stripper!Jeno x afab reader

content― switch jeno, rich/lonely reader, jeno gets kinda in a weird headspace after he cums lmao

note― congrats, you are witnessing the fact that i cannot defend that this is basically smut from start to finish. theres a lil bit of sugar baby jeno at the end tho so…um, also there’s probably so many typos and way too many commas in this but to be fair i was in horny jail and just fucking going.

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