I Enjoyed This Way Too Much

I enjoyed this way too much 🤩🫶

thlut era (M)

pairing. nerd Jeno x female reader

genre. why did I write this AU, crack, fluff, can this even be considered smut, Jeno uses retainer head gear

wc. 3000

warnings. messy kisses, drool, virgin vibes, frottage, writer knows nothing about retainers💙

“You can’t push it back just one more day?!”

Jeno’s pacing back and forth ripping at wet clumps of freshly shampooed hair. The scowl between his brows deepening the longer he continues to beg for his best friend to reconsider for a new date.

“Dude, no one wants to party on a Sunday night! Can’t you reschedule your appointment?” Jaemin says, annoyed but sympathetic nonetheless.

“Reschedule my appointment and go another week with this contraption in my mouth?!”

“Listen Jeno, everyone’s excited about tomorrow night, and you better come. I won’t forgive you if you miss my Birthday because of your stupid retainer.”

Jeno grunts, pouting and ending the call after shouting “Fine!”

What’s one more day of suffering going to hurt anyway, it’s not as if everyone doesn’t already badger him and call him a freak over something beyond his control.

He nods, pep talking to his reflection while combing through his disheveled hair. It’s going to be his time finally, no more dumb metal distracting everyone from getting to know him better. He flexes, grinning to himself already able to imagine how many girls would throw themselves at his feet soon enough.

With a proud beam Jeno shoots finger guns at himself, tonguing his retainer securely into place. “Thlut era.”

“You guys look so cool.” Jeno’s not necessarily complimenting his friends, he’s annoyed. Why hadn’t anyone informed him to wear all black?

“I mean,” Haechan gives his friend the up and down, whistling air out from the side of his mouth. “It’s a party man, why the hell are you wearing suspenders?!?”

Jeno’s jaw pops open, jutting out his hip with an offended expression. “None of my pants fit me right now! You know I’ve been cutting mass and leaning out!”

“You look great!” Jaemin interrupts, slapping Renjun and Haechan across their chests. “He looks great! DOESN’T HE LOOK GREAT?!”

Haechan groans, rubbing his chest with a wide-eyed childish pout. “You know my nipples are extra sensitive right now!”

“No yeah, you look cool. Suspenders are totally in again, like I saw Tiktoks about how they’re in season just the other day.” Renjun nods, coining up a lie fast enough to seem convincing.

Jaemin’s eyebrow arches up impressed, nodding along with the story. “Oh right! All the rage at New York Fashion week. See dude, you’re good!”

“For sure?!” Jeno slurps saliva gathering at the corners of his lips, a habit after wearing the most ridiculous headgear for years now to prevent his teeth from growing in colliding with each other.

Jaemin sighs, tugging his sleeve down to pat off a trail of drool from his best friend’s chin. “Yeah.. for sure.”

He’d never break Jeno’s heart by telling him the truth. Jaemin’s glow up struck faster, but his friend would get there.. soon, he hopes. Besides, other than the suspenders, the loose fitted somehow still flooded above his ankles wrinkled church pants, and that God awful retainer.. Jeno wasn’t even a bad looking guy.

His jaw had come in nicely, cheekbones prominent, and for some reason he was able to pull off that gelled down dweeby hairstyle.

Jaemin sighs, shoving a can of beer toward his bestie. “Act casual, if you pretend that thing isn’t attached to your head like some sort of celibacy trap, I’m sure no one will notice.”

“It’s time for spin-the-bottle!” A chorus of giggles and girlish shrieks interrupt the four boys' conversation, twisting to catch a group of attractive girls break out from the throng of partygoers.

“Who wants to play?!” The captain of the girls wrestling team shakes an empty bottle of wine above her head like a trophy, shooting Jaemin a wink with her index finger directing him to come closer. “Birthday boy?”

Jaemin grins, blinking rapidly to moisten his eyes. The contacts he’s been trying out haven’t been the best for his allergies, but he kept mentioning something about girls loving his new look..

“Yeah, we’ll play!” He pipes up, motioning to the three guys at his side.

“Ugh, someone’s gonna have to makeout with brace face.”

Jeno’s heart flutters, his eyelids sticking together from looking up too fast. He’d know that voice anywhere, his crush since middle school stood there with a sneer on her face, positioning herself behind a few others to avoid his pathetic obsessive gaze.

“Leave him alone.” You mutter, rolling your eyes.

She scoffs, flicking your chin. “If he lands on me, you’re taking one for the team then. I refuse to touch that thing.”

“You’re such a bitch,” mumbling under your breath, you take in Jeno’s appearance.

He’s hopeless, from his heavy mouth breathing to his visible uneven mismatched socks. Not helping his appeal as he stands there licking into the mouth piece of his retainer. Small chunks of gummy snacks were always stuck between his teeth, the pack of treats in his left pocket everyday never empty. He sat across from you in class for years, popping little candy gummies into his mouth each time he’d successfully answered another question before anyone else could. Not that anyone even bothered to.

He could be worse.. it’s not like Jaemin became the new ‘it boy’ overnight.

Getting trapped in a closet with Jeno wouldn’t be terrible, he’s always been nice. Much too easy to pick on, but not much of a bother. He keeps to himself and his group nerds, interrupts professors when they try to target you to answer pop quiz questions you were clearly not paying attention to.

“Look at you, feeling pity for that nerd.” Your friend jeers, pinching your arm to sit near her.

Jeno’s trying to smooth his eyebrows down with spit on his fingers from across where he sits. Covering his mouth to huff breath in his palm, poorly attempting to be discreet as he gives his underarms a quick sniff.

He’s utterly painful, clearly crossing his fingers in his lap each time the bottle spins and cheers roar around the room as more and more partygoers exit to kiss in different closets around the house. The circle grows smaller and smaller with each spin, many excited to land on anyone while Jeno continues his silent chant before his turn.

“God, why me.” Your friend mumbles under her breath at your side, shifting away to set a space between your bodies. Her stern gaze informing you once again that she means it— if that bottle lands on her, you are taking one for the team.

“Hurry up Jeno!” The prayer he says to himself gets interrupted by Jeno’s booming vocals shouting out. Patting his friends back while giving him a thumbs up.

The wine bottle tingles under the tips of his fingers, calculating just how fast he would have to spin to land on the lips he’s dreamt of kissing for years. Another reassuring nod to himself has him spinning the glass finally, watching as the room stills, his breath evaporates, lost in the slow motion like way the bottle twists over and over again for what feels like hours.

The way it lands almost makes you laugh, sitting on your legs with the bottle's rim pointed directly at you. The enormous sigh of relief at your side too loud to even hear your own thoughts as Jeno’s eyes meet yours.

“You two can use my room since the closets are occupied!” Jaemin pipes up, patting his friend on the back. “You know the way.”

Jeno moves like a zombie to stand, flexing and unflexing his hands without giving you much more than a nod of his chin to follow him.

He’s silent up the stairs, walking to the beat of the music vibrating through the walls; the sound of hoots and hollers coming up from the small group of people left playing.

“We don’t have to do this Jeno, I know I wasn’t your ideal choice.”

The door clicks shut echoing throughout the bedroom you’ve followed him into. Everything tidy and organized as you would imagine for Jaemin’s bedroom to be, wall to wall covered in bookshelves lined with textbooks and non-fictional literature. The pristine atmosphere only adds more tension to your limbs while you glanced about.

“Huh? What do you mean?” Jeno’s voice cracks mid-question. Sweaty palms rub up and down the sides of his pants, gulping as he looks over your figure from the back. The realization setting in that he was about to have his second kiss.. his first had been with his next door neighbor in 8th grade; she bursted into tears shouting ‘gross’ after running off.

“I mean, don’t feel obligated to follow through on this stupid game.” Turning back to face Jeno, you notice how he shifts in place from foot to foot. His throat bobs up and down, the upper row of his teeth continuously visible even under dim street lighting flowing in through Jaemin’s bedroom window. The metal brackets on his teeth gleam, bouncing off droplets of sweat near his hairline, a few pouring down to his high-cut cheekbones.

“I don’t feel obligated!” Jeno sputters, licking his lips that feel endlessly dry for the thousandth time. “Do you feel obligated??”

“Not at all.” You say confidently, crossing your arms over your chest to study the small ways he twitches and fiddles nervously. “I just know you didn’t want to kiss me.”

“I do want to kiss you!” Jeno blurts, clearing his throat to speak up. “I would be lucky to kiss you.”

“Is that so?” A coy smile takes over your lips, taking slow steps forward that have Jeno’s eyes bulging wide open. With each movement closer, he shakily treds back until colliding with a wall. The breath he’s ready to take catches in his throat when you stop before him fixing him with a heavy gaze. “How do you kiss with that thing anyway?”

Jeno’s dark round eyes follow your fingers motioning to his headgear, innocently blinking as he wonders himself. It’s been years since his first kiss, one that didn’t include the contraption currently on his head. The memory of crashing teeth together before accidentally biting too hard on his neighbor's upper lip flashes across his thoughts, shivering to the tips of his fingers recalling the event as if it just happened yesterday.

“Jeno?”

“Yeah yeah, I’m fine!” Jeno squeaks, muttering under his breath to himself to be cool.

“You don’t have to be nervous, it’s just a kiss.” You reassure, only to receive a look of terror in return.

It’s just a kiss, to you, Jeno thinks as he licks the backs of his teeth to gather moisture in his mouth. His brain feels foggy, palms sweaty, pants tighter, stomach twitching at a rapid pace the more he takes in your features; spending more time than he should to admire your glossy coated lips. Lips that look soft, probably feel softer, taste like cherry, something sweet and girly.

“We have five minutes left now.”

Jeno’s eyes flitter up at your voice breaking his daze, quickly nodding to himself with another mental reminder that he can’t fuck this up. He lunges forward too fast, burying bony fingers past your neck to grip your hair. Unintentionally his hips slam into yours rolling your ankles in your heels, losing balance while Jeno attempts to keep you in place by clutching the hair along the back of your scalp.

“Shit! I’m sorry!” Panic fills his tone, jerking your head up, painfully ripping strands of hair out in the process.

“Jeno! God! At least buy me dinner before you start pulling on my hair like this!”

“Sorry! Fuck I’m so so sorry!” Jeno sighs, moreso groans, gently tugging himself free from your tender scalp to fall against the wall once more. Wrinkles cover the corners of his eyes, face turning side to side, emitting miserable sounds of mortification.

“It’s okay, you’re anxious. You really must be excited about this.”

Jeno’s too cute ducking his chin into his shoulder to hide the fierce blush he can feel taking over his cheeks. The redness swelling down to the tip of his nose, inflating his pink lips with blood that still appears tempting despite the way his retainer leaves him with no choice but to leave his lips parted open and breathe out of his mouth.

“Jeno?” Sliding in close, you gasp, pressing against his pelvic bone with your palms sliding up his waist. “Oh my God, you’re already?..”

Hinting with your gaze, you nod toward the top of your thigh nestled against a round bulge near his crotch. Furrowed eyebrows meet your line of sight, patting his pocket with confusion.

“Oh! My gummies!”

The smile on your lips drags down, following Jeno whip out a bag of chewy candy from his pocket. A mouth full of metal lighting up bright as he offers you a piece.

“You want some??”

Trying to not grimace, you let out a sigh, mildly annoyed by how endearing he is despite being the epitome of an awkward fool. “I’ll pass….. now we have two minutes.”

“Oh right, I’m sorry. I’m really dropping the ball here, right?” With a frown he pops a candy, pocketing the rest to weep into later when he tries to erase this moment from his memories.

“It’s kind of..” rolling your eyes, you shrug, squeezing his trim waist firmly. “It’s kind of cute..”

“Did you just call me cute??” Jeno’s lips part comically, blinking furiously in amazement. A small smile tugging at the corners of his lips, leaning back, he grins proudly. “You think I’m cute?? Like really?!”

“Ah, you’re making it weird now.” You can’t help but laugh, covering your mouth shyly because of the close proximity you’re still in. “Yes! You’re cute Jeno!”

Surprised and elated, he’s not sure what overcomes him. Smoothly pushing off the wall, Jeno cups your face, brushing the end of his nose against yours. Soft skin lifts your eyes curiously, eyeing him up close between shared breaths. The combination of your fruity lip gloss and his sugary gummies feels dizzying. It’s syrupy sweet, reminiscent of leaving a candy store with a bag filled to the brim with sour belts and lolli’s that leave your tongue stained for hours.

“Can I kiss you now?” Even his whisper tastes sweet breathily brushing against your lips. The hands cupping your face noticeably tremble, still sweaty where his palms connect to your warm skin. A silent nod is enough to encourage him, leaning close enough just to graze and consume the second you make contact. The lightest of touch and yet still enough to confirm what he already knew. Lips soft like silk match his next move, slotting together slowly, kissing in a way you’ve never experienced before.

Jeno kisses with lack of knowledge, he’s messy, eager to slip his tongue inside to get a taste and feel of every crevice of you. He knocks against your nose, teeth clink, breath’s pass between your mouths too loudly. It’s sloppy, but it’s perfect, egging your need to feel more. The hold on him turns powerful as you slot a leg between his.

The broken whine that rises from the back of his throat upon pressing your thigh on his groin only boosts your confidence, pushing onto your toes to create further friction against his groin. Jeno’s neck bends back, sucking in a deep breath, drool pours from the corners of his lips messily, mouth hung open from the pleasure overtaking his senses. Unable to control himself, his hips roll down to glide the ache between his legs against your thigh.

“Fuck Jeno..” heat swarms between your bodies, licking the path of drool working way down his neck. It’s nasty, but sweet and tangy like his tongue had been lapping against yours. The amount of drool spilling out of his lips only makes his lost gaze more obscene. “You’re so hard already.”

Jeno can’t even respond, letting out muffled moans. His tongue feels too thick, head too heavy, eyelids lowered by the weight of heat and sweat gathering in the slight crease. Even the ceiling spins as his head drops back smacking the wall behind him. The pain feels numb, too absorbed by the fire that's lit up in his gut.

He’s panting like a dog despite the short amount of time, rocking against your thigh desperately. The sensation nearly feels better than a tight fisted palm wrapped around himself, especially when your teeth gnaw at his chin and jaw, trying your best on your toes to kiss the corners of his mouth.

“Ughh, I c—can’t..” Jeno’s voice cracks again, the entirety of his face shriveling as his nose scrunches up. Grinding harder and faster on your thigh, his lips lock with yours once again, losing the shattered cry he lets out between your feverish mouth fighting for dominance.

Dampness on your thigh splits your kiss, breathing harshly while reaching up to sweep away Jeno’s ruined hair from his forehead. A guilty shame hides his gaze, avoiding yours with concentration on the ground as he composes his thoughts.

“Jeno, did you?..”

“Stopppp!” It’s more of a whine than a shout, again breaking off at the end with a crack. His palms lifting to his face to hide the intense heat consuming his cheeks that he knows must look beat red even in the dark.

“Aww, baby it’s okay. You were really excited.” A flush of heat hits your skin upon realizing Jeno really came in his pants off light touching. The bulge protruding from his pants thick and heavy against the now damp area on your thigh. “I’m sure Jaemin has something in here you can change into.”

Jeno nods shamefully, still embarrassed but grateful that you haven’t let out any sign of laughter.

“Want me to wait outside?”

Thanking you for being understanding, Jeno still feels dizzy when you make your way back to the party together. Sharing a look before separating back to your friends. The game led many to hooking up and parting ways with the friends they came with.

Demure glances from across the room become inevitable, even brushing your hair behind your hair when you catch him watching you with eyes as wide as saucers.

The guy with the retainer had to smile to himself before exiting the restroom after talking himself up to ask for your phone number. Licking across the metal adorned with blue strings across his teeth, he clicks his tongue, stiffening his back to broaden his shoulders.

“Thlut era.”

soo cute 🫶🫶

i'm begging you to write more of neteyam in modern american schools please 🧎‍♀️🧎‍♀️🧎‍♀️

on another ur writing is amazing and ur small series with neteyam was so good!!

Thank you!! Here you go <3

Nete nervous about asking his crush to the school dance

Him wearing a suit and tie for the dance (he keeps nervously straightening the tie) (he also asked Lo’ak to teach him some dance moves) (Lo’ak laughed at him)

Neteyam became captain of the football team as a sophomore. He was the youngest to ever be captain. Jake was so proud of him (he had to explain to Neytiri how big of a deal it was.) At first some of the older guys were skeptical of him but he proved himself every practice and game. Eventually, they all became good friends because of Neteyam’s humor and good spirit. The cheerleaders love Neteyam. They are always trying to catch his eye and compliment his games. Some girls even ask Lo’ak to put in a good word for them (which makes Lo’ak so mad and slightly jealous.) Neteyam ignores most of the girls because he secretly has a crush on someone and when he likes someone, he only has eyes for them. 

Neteyam in a letterman with “SULLY” on the back

People calling out to him in the hallways. Someone's always saying hi

The girl he has a crush on sits in front of him in math. She’s so smart it blows his mind away. Everytime the teacher asks a question; he knows that she knows the answer, even if she doesn’t raise her hand. She writes down all her answers in her notebook in pretty, swirling hand writing. Before Neteyam walks into class, he finds himself straightening his shirt and smoothing down his braids, wanting to look good in case she watches him walk in. She never does though. She’s always reading, working, or texting. Neteyam sits down behind her, sometimes muttering a small hey to which she smiles and returns to whatever she was doing. It tugs at his heart but part of him likes the challenge. He wants to win her over. 

Neteyam being a teacher’s pet. All of the teachers love him

Now, the parties. Don’t blame Neteyam, it’s hardly ever his idea to throw them. But, being captain of the football team and one of the most popular kids in school: comes with some responsibility. Normally, he would never give into peer pressure; if other kids wanna throw a party, then fine but he won’t be forced into it. That is until it comes to Lo’ak. Lo’ak who Neteyam knows is jealous of him and always comparing himself. Lo’ak who wants to make friends and be popular like his brother. So Neteyam throws the party and lets his little brother be the one to tell the whole school. Lo’ak loves this attention, telling everyone about the party at his place (especially all the cute girls he can find.) When the party arrives, Neteyam never drinks. He makes sure no one breaks any of his mom’s vases and that no one goes into any rooms upstairs. He makes sure Lo’ak only has two drinks. He ensures that his friends get home safely and that no fights break out. He hardly ever enjoys these parties but he throws them to make his brother and his friends happy. He also secretly hopes that one day his math crush will find her way into the party. 

He rarely gets in trouble at school but when he does, it’s because he’s bailing Lo’ak out.

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love is strange (preview?) | jjh

Fuckboy-ish!Jaehyun / Hopeless Romantic!Female Reader

Content. fluff, angst, smut, strangers to-enemies to-lovers!au, 2000s!au, college!au, opposites attract!au

Synopsis. Your best friend thought you were down bad when all of your crushes were fictional movie characters; so as any good friend would, she brought you along to a double date as her plus one. What you didn't expect was your sharp-tongued, smart-ass excuse of a date. And when the plan to find connection went awry, you wanted nothing to do with him at all. But it's hard when he's the charming and sightly new waiter of your family's restaurant.

Word Count. 1.3K

Disclaimer. This writing is a fictional piece made for entertainment purposes only and is not a reflection of real life/reality.

A/N. This has just been on my mind for awhile and I just wanted to share some writing with you.

"Y/N, this is my best friend, Jaehyun. Hope we all click," Taeyong beamed. A bubbly one, he was.

And what a contrast his friend was.

Jaehyun mustered a polite smile with his lips tightly sealed together, his arms stayed folded over his chest as he delivered a civil and small bow of his head. You mirrored his greeting, though your hands were clasped together between your thighs as you gathered everything in you to stay composed.

Was this really it? Were you really going to find "the one" this evening?

After you're each given menus, you hid your face behind your own that stood on the table, firmly held in place by your hands. Your fingers tapped against the back, as you stole a glance at the cool and collected man in front of you who scanned his own menu. You felt a bump to your arm, and you turned to Jennie who snuck you a giddy smile. If you weren't so nervous you'd return the same expression.

But she should trust that you're screaming inside, because warmth was spreading across your cold skin.

"Never"—you moved your arms to below your waist and with them, you made a sloppy "x" gesture—"ever, set me up with anyone again!" you exclaimed.

Jennie followed your trail as you stumbled back to your humble family abode, a grimace laid over her face. Oh no, you're not drunk; not at all. You're just baffled.

"C'mon, Y/N, chillax! I didn't know he was gonna be like that," Jennie insisted.

You stepped into your home, temporarily blocking Jisung's view of the TV as you walked your way to your bedroom. He clicked his tongue and followed you with his eyes.

"Hi to you, too," he called out, sarcasm laced in his voice.

"Not now."

You left the door opened for Jennie and she closed it behind her, watching you pathetically land on your tummy as you flopped onto your bed.

You groaned. "He was so cute…" you muffled into your sheets. "'Til he opened that trap."

It was when you had gone through most of your meal, that Taeyong had attempted to break the ice past just simple small talk. He had asked you what you were studying and what year you were. And you'd told him—and Jaehyun—that you were taking literature, and were a sophomore like Jennie. It was like the word "literature" had earned you a skeptic brow from the man across from you. Though you'd brushed it off, giving him the benefit of the doubt.

Oh, how forgiving you were to good-looking men; that was on you.

"What do you do as a lit major?" Jaehyun asked, having you mistaken his question as a sign of interest.

(Fool me once, shame on you; fool me twice, shame on me.)

Chewing on your noodles, you thought carefully, consciously keeping your lips sealed at the feeling of his strong gaze on you. You swallowed in the meekest manner possible, earning a cheeky smile from Jennie that she contained behind her glass of Coke Zero. She eyed her boyfriend who gave a small promising smile, before digging back into his plate of fried rice.

"Well, I, uh—I analyze texts and write a good amount of essays. They're not too long, though; one to two pages long." Your eyes shifted to the light reflected on the table's shiny wooden surface, before another detail popped up in your mind. "Oh, and I journal pretty often."

Jaehyun slowly nodded along, his pretty features having stayed neutral while he listened.

"Hm, sounds kinda slow."

Jennie cocked her head forward as she gulped her drink down the wrong pipe, clearing her throat while Taeyong leaned forward and patted her back. You looked at Jennie in concern, his response nearly flying over your head until began ringing in your mind. Your head whipped back to Jaehyun, eyes narrowed into a mixture of confusion and offense.

"Excuse me?"

"Y/N!" Jennie intercepted. "Tell them what you like to do," she suggested, albeit a little frantically.

You looked at Jaehyun with hesitance, though decided to listen to Jennie.

"I like watching movies," you briefly answered.

"Oh? What kind?" asked Taeyong.

Taeyong's personality was truly the foil to his appearance. He was a keeper, for sure.

"Romance, but sometimes I like to venture out to other genres; mostly because of my brother."

"She loves 10 Things I Hate About You; watches it 'til she remembers almost every line," Jennie added, almost as if she were advertising for you. "Y/N's a real romantic at heart."

Jaehyun shifted in his seat, the leather cushion squeaking with his movement. "Don't you get tired of watching the same thing?"

(He was cuter when he didn't say anything.)

"We all have our favorites. Don't you?" you contended.

"Hm, I guess," he pondered. "But romance isn't really for me. I think it's predictable."

Taeyong and Jennie observed the two of you, the former sipping from his bendy straw while the latter forcefully chuckled. "To each their own, right?" swooped in Jennie who began rubbing the sides of her thighs.

"And what do you like?" you questioned, tongue as sharp as a tack this time. "The Matrix? Terminator? I'm guessing you're all action and no emotion."

To be frank, you'd only seen snippets of both movies that you mentioned, but he doesn't know that.

He scratched the bridge of his nose before it scrunched up for a fleeting moment. "The Lord of the Rings and Forrest Gump," he replied. "I like Tolkien. D'you know him, Lit Major? Or do you only analyze books like 'The Notebook' and 'Princess Bride'?"

The temperature in you was rising in the worst way possible. "I do know him," you responded in regard to the first question. "And what do you have against those books?" you asked with an accusatory tone, gradually losing your patience.

"I don't like cheaters," he seethed, while Taeyong glanced at him with a perturbed eye that went unnoticed by him. "And the narrator in 'Princess Bride' is unnecessary," Jaehyun stated, "talks way too much about shit I don't care about."

"I thought you said that romance wasn't your thing?" you loosely quoted him.

"And you venture out to different genres, sometimes, right?" he retorted. Hot air blew from your nostrils as you simmered in your seat, your crumbling genteel demeanor picked up by him. "Look, Y/N, sorry if I touched a sore spot. I just thought a little discourse would be fun," he reasoned.

The sudden change to a milder tone in his words rendered you muddled. You're tempted to call for a truce, but you're feeling extra immature, tonight. You're not gonna be fooled for the third time. No.

And like a stubborn child, you ignored his attempt to make amends. "So, why are you here if you're not a romance-kind-of-guy?"

Taeyong sent Jaehyun a brief yet intense look, but the younger man disobeyed him with a growing smirk that he gave you. "The food's good here…but if I got lucky, it's a bonus."

It didn't need to take a genius to figure out what he meant, and your cheeks burned from both embarrassment and agitation. Jennie avoided your gaze, desperately finding comfort in her boyfriend's eyes. You were mystified at how unapologetically candid this man was, and you didn't know if you hated it or respected it. All you knew was that you were not dropping your panties, right now.

"You—you're such a…horndog!" you accused, spitting out the last word as if it were the filthiest you'd ever spoken.

"No, I'm just a college guy," he quipped. "But you can call me 'Horndog' all you want, Sunshine. I don't care."

"Do I look like sunshine to you, right now?"

Jaehyun shrugged. "Of course not. But it's only fair if I return the favor since you gave me such a sweet nickname," he said.

You were close to blowing your fuse, firing a look with lowered brows at Jennie. Taeyong, being the ever-so-attentive boyfriend, was quick to raise his arm straight up.

"Can we have the bill, please?" Taeyong had (read: finally) called out.

😇

mark felt bad. he really did. having dirty, disgusting, perverted thoughts about you; his cute lil girlfriend, always so sweet, so kind, hand always searching for his, lips pressing against his cheek in a sweet kiss. but no matter how bad he felt, he just couldn’t help himself. 

the image of you laying under him, all fucked out for him, legs hooked around his waist, hands grabbing at his shoulder, his arms, the sheets; anything you could reach, trying to ground yourself. “look at you.” he mused between low groans, pushing his aching dick deep inside you. “all fucked out just for me, isn’t that right?” 

“y-yeah.” your voice is so high-pitched, wavering with the tears that threaten to spill from your pretty, glassy eyes. mark loves it; he loves bullying his cock into that lil gummy spot inside you, loves how dumb you get for him. “feels s’good, ‘s so deep.”

“yeah. feel me here, love?” he ask, pressing his hand own on your tummy. “gonna fill you up real nice.” and he loves how all you can do is whine for him, hips lifting desperately to meet his. he can see the way drool pools at the corner of your kiss swollen n’ pouty lips, making the skin glisten. “such a messy girl.” he groans wiping his thumb across your lips, grinning at the way you let him slide the digit into your warm, wet heat. 

and when you start trembling for him, thighs shaking so much against his skin; he just thinks you’re the cutest thing. “’s too much, markie.” you tell him, despite the fact that your arms are hooked around his neck, pulling him closer. 

he just shushes you gently, grabbing your hands and pushing him into the mattress while he bites and mouths at your neck. “don’t worry, baby, i got you. gonna make you feel so good.” he mutters against your skin, nipping at your collarbone. mark just wants to make you feel so good, wants to make you cream so much that you just can’t think about anything but him and his dick and how good he feels pushed deep inside you :(

mark lee, my bf who isn’t my bf but is my bf

( 1:58PM ) “this is our 23rd kiss together.”

it takes a while for the words to register in your lovesick mind, and by the time you’ve realised what he said, mark lee has already stepped away from you. there’s a loud smack as he slaps his hands over his mouth, looking a little more than mortified, and if you weren’t as shocked as you are now, you would probably rush over and ask him if he was alright.

but the question remains unsaid in the back of your mind instead as you stare at your boyfriend with wide eyes, resisting the urge to check whether or not you were becoming delusional at your age. though, judging from mark’s wide eyes and the colour that is creeping up his neck and flushing his skin till his face is an adorable shade of pink, you hadn’t hallucinated those words from his lips.

mark lee has, in fact, been counting the number of times you’ve kissed.

“that wasn’t, like— i mean, i wasn’t. i don’t, uh, what?” he sputters as he tries to explain himself, which you think is unnecessary considering how his prior words were already enough of an explanation.

“you’ve been counting our kisses?” you ask him, just to make sure. mark’s eyes go so wide, it’s almost comical, and he stutters through his response.

“i-i mean, it’s not, like— i haven’t, like, uh— yeah.!yeah, i have.”

it’s almost adorable, how he gives up on defending himself so easily. when the thought pops into your head, you have half a mind to be guilty for thinking such a thing, but when mark looks like that — all flushed and embarrassed and the man you adore with all your heart — it’s hard for your heart to not skip a beat.

he scratches the back of his neck, fidgeting anxiously at your silence as he tries to explain himself.

“it’s not— i didn’t mean for it to come of as weird or anything, but, like—“ mark drags a hand down his face, groaning at himself, “shit, i’m sorry. what i’m trying to say is, um, you’re really important to me and— oh my god that sounds even more weird, i’m sorry. i mean, you are important to me, but that’s not the reason. i mean, it’s part of the reason. i mean— what am i even saying?”

you blink, still staring at him with your lips parted. a second hangs in the air before you finally manage to force the words out, “when did you start counting?”

for some reason, mark grows even pinker.

“…dunno,” he shrugs, feigning nonchalance as he kicks at the ground, “just thought of you one night when i couldn’t sleep. and i guess i, like, just started to think about kissing you. about all the times i’ve ever kissed you.” he purses his lips, ducking his head bashfully as he adds, “couldn’t stop thinking about it after that, so i was just kind of rolling around in bed for a while. like in those highschool movies, you know?”

once again, you’ve been struck speechless. not only because of the fact that your boyfriend of two months and your best friend of even longer has been counting the number of times you’ve kissed, but because of the added discovery that he thinks about you— about kissing you when he can’t sleep at night, and as a result, he rolls around in bed like some sort of protagonist of a disney channel coming of age romcom film.

it’s baffling. it’s endearing. it’s so unexpectedly like him, and you find yourself falling even harder for mark lee because of it.

but words fail you in that moment, so you do the next big thing. mark’s eyes are comically wide as you step forward and take his face in your hands. you take a moment to just stare at him, at his parted lips and shining dark eyes and his pretty, pink face—

—and you kiss him.

he makes a little noise of surprise when your lips press firmly against his, and when you pull away, he’s somehow redder than he was before.

“how many times have we kissed now?”

a startled laugh slips past his lips, “uh, what?”

you don’t budge. mark’s cheeks are on the verge of overheating under your palms, “how many times have we kissed?”

“two— uh, 24?”

you kiss him again.

“and now?”

mark blinks, “25…?”

and again.

“26,” he says before you can ask him again, looking a little less confused and a little more dazed. you grin at the look on his face, before connecting your lips once more.

27, 28, 29– the numbers escape you both after the 30th. by the time you finally give him a chance to breathe, mark is completely red in the face with a giddy smile upon his swollen lips.

“how many was that now?” you question him breathlessly.

“i have no idea,” mark shakes his head, laughing as his fingers curl around the back of your head, tugging you into another kiss. you hum sweetly against his lips, feeling the way they pull into a giddy smile rather than seeing it with your own eyes. when he pulls away for breath, he’s still pink and smiling, looking at you as if you hung up all the stars in the sky.

“45,” he tells you fondly. you grin.

“come here and kiss me again, you dork.”

and that’s exactly what he does.