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The moment Jeno wakes up, he knows something is off.
Call it a gut feeling, or the dampness and lack of something between his legs, but Jeno feels odd. He chooses to blame the warmth and humidity in his shorts on the heater next to his bed, but he can’t shake the feeling that something is terribly wrong.
Jeno goes about his morning as normal. Like routine, he gets a glass of water from the kitchen, downs it on his way back to his room, and heads into the bathroom for a morning shower. Everything is normal. He brushes it off again, maybe he just woke up on the wrong side of the bed this morning. It’s not until he looks down between his legs to wash himself that he notices the space between his thighs is empty and oddly bare.
He makes a confused sound, widening his stance until his foot grazes the shower wall. Jeno reaches down out of curiosity and, holy shit, his dick is gone. A few seconds of silence pass before he flinches in shock, knocking shampoo and hair treatment bottles onto the tiles as he stumbles, the sound of his knees hitting the floor echoing off the four walls.
He feels like screaming.
A knock on the door, then: “Are you okay?”
“Yes—” Jeno garbles, spitting as a stream of water hits his face. “I’m fine!”
“Okay…” Whoever was at the door leaves him be, and Jeno is thankful because he doesn’t know how to explain this to the rest of the members.
Shit. How is he going to explain this to Jaemin?
Turns out, he doesn’t even need to explain his… problem to Jaemin.
Jeno doesn’t know what he even expected, but he surely didn’t expect this.
“Jenooo,” Jaemin drawls, stretching his limbs out over Jeno’s legs and torso like a cat.
Jeno sniffs petulantly, turning his head away from the cat on his lap. He hasn’t told anyone about his situation yet, and he rather not even try. If he waits another day or two, he’s sure everything will go back to normal. He just doesn’t know how Jaemin is going to react. Whatever, Jeno shakes his head. It’s not like Jaemin is even going to see.
“Jeno-ssi!” Jaemin hisses, and Jeno flinches.
“What!”
“I’m stressed, give me attention,” Jaemin groans, throwing his head back onto the couch dramatically. Jisung snorts from where he’s sitting on the floor. “Jisungie…”
“No.” Jisung denies him, scooting a couple feet away from the two.
Jaemin huffs, turning his nose away from Jisung and instead setting his eyes on his target. “Jeno-yah.”
“Jaemin-ah,” Jeno says, emotionless. He has no time to be indulging Jaemin right now. The real problem at hand is the lack of, well, dick and balls between his legs.
“I’m stressed.” Jaemin repeats himself.
“Jeno,” Jisung gives both of them an odd look. Jeno is too distracted to even care for the lack of honorifics. “Hyung is stressed. Help him.”
“Why does Jaemin get a hyung and not me?”
Jaemin ignores both of them, draping himself over Jeno’s lap again. Jeno glances down at Jaemin, accidentally locking eyes with him, which causes Jaemin to preen and shove his forehead against Jeno’s neck, strands up hair going up his nose in the process.
Jeno snorts, shaking his head as Jaemin’s hair tickles him. “What is with you?”
Jaemin gives him a look, and Jeno’s eyes widen. No. Not today, Jeno shakes his head.
“I am not letting you use—” Jeno glances at Jisung before lowering his voice. “No!”
At his response, Jaemin looks like his world has collapsed before his eyes. Jaemin wails, falling back onto the couch and gripping at his hair.
“Why! I need this to be normal!” Jaemin wails again.
“There is nothing normal about using your boyfriend’s balls as stress balls!” Jeno makes a shrill sound, then gives him an incredulous look, though Jaemin can’t see it with the arm he has over his eyes.
“You’re evil,” Jaemin sniffs, “so evil.”
A thought comes to his mind, and Jeno grins. “Ask Hyuck, maybe he’ll let you use him as a stress ball.”
Jaemin sits upright at this, slapping Jeno’s arm and hissing at him with his mouth dropped. “Why would you say that to me when you know how I feel!”
“I… don’t even want to know.” Jisung says, getting up from his spot on the floor and heading for his room. “Please talk about this somewhere else.”
Jeno gapes at Jisung’s back. “Jisung, don’t leave me with him! Please!”
He takes this chance to stand up and make a run for his room. Jeno can’t hear footsteps following him and he doesn’t know whether to be scared or relieved. No, scratch that. It’s even more terrifying that Jaemin isn’t chasing after him, because the thought of Jaemin creeping up on him later like he’s just prey makes him shudder.
There’s a knock on his door a few minutes following his escape, and Jeno chooses not to answer when he knows Jaemin is just going to come in anyway. Jeno doesn’t turn as the door opens, just keeps hiding himself under his blanket as he scrolls on his phone aimlessly.
“Jeno?” Jaemin’s voice is muffled from where his ears are covered by his blanket. There’s a pat on his ass, and Jeno makes a sound akin to a hiss. “Geez, grumpy puppy.”
Jeno pokes his head out of his blanket burrito to glare at Jaemin. Jaemin isn’t fazed, pulling one side of the blanket from under Jeno’s legs to wrap it around himself, shoving himself into Jeno’s bubble and pressing himself right up against Jeno’s back.
Jaemin presses his lips to Jeno’s shoulder after he pulls the covers over their heads, the only light now being from the TikTok video Jeno is playing. “What’s with you?”
“Nothing,” he mumbles and clicks his phone off.
“Jeno,” Jaemin clicks his tongue at him like he’s reprimanding a pet, “no secrets, remember?”
Jeno huffs in defiance. “It’s not a secret!”
“So there is something,” Jaemin says. Jeno turns on his side at this, facing Jaemin in the dark.
“There isn’t.”
“There is.”
“God!” Jeno huffs a second time in annoyance. “Why are you such a child?”
Jaemin pokes at his tummy with a finger, then pokes him a second time when Jeno squeaks. “Tell me!”
Jaemin is so, so persistent. Jeno pouts, sitting upright and letting the covers pool around his waist. Jaemin follows, as he always does, resting his weight back on his palms. He raises an eyebrow, and Jeno rolls his eyes in response.
Jeno crosses his arms. “Why do you need to know?”
He’s acting childish, he knows, but he’s just embarrassed. There’s nothing that Jaemin wouldn’t put up with for him, but Jeno still feels shy about this.
“Jeno, aegi, why are you being so defensive?” Jaemin frowns and reaches out a hand to rub over Jeno’s nape. The touch has him going limp in Jaemin’s hold, arms uncrossing to lay at his sides. “Is it that bad?”
“No—well—ugh,” Jeno falls forward into Jaemin’s chest, Jaemin’s arms immediately coming to wrap around him safely, his back hitting Jeno’s headboard. “It’s embarrassing.”
Jaemin runs his hands down Jeno’s back, creeping underneath his shirt to scratch soothingly at his skin. Jeno melts even further, sinking into Jaemin’s embrace like they aren’t already as close as they can be.
“What is?” Jeno can hear the pout in Jaemin’s voice, the kind of pout Jaemin gets when Jeno leaves him out of something.
“My—my,” god, he can’t even say it, how is he going to even show Jaemin? No, maybe that’s what he needs to do. If he shows Jaemin he won’t have to say anything verbally, because that’s even more embarrassing. His cheeks warm at the thought of it. “Okay, just—just look for yourself.”
Jaemin makes a sound of confusion when Jeno scrambles to sit up, pushing Jaemin out of his spot so he can push himself up against the headboard instead. Jeno shoves the blankets out of the way and maneuvers them until Jaemin is left sitting in the middle of the bed by himself.
“Don’t,” Jeno hesitates when his fingers are around the waistband of his sweats, “don’t freak out, or anything, okay?”
“Why would I freak out?” Jaemin smoothes out the creases of Jeno’s sweats with his palms, the heat radiating off of his hands grounds Jeno a little, reminds him that Jaemin’s here. “Especially if you’re taking your pants off. No complaints.”
Jeno huffs out of frustration, kicking one of his legs out to nudge Jaemin, who only laughs and takes ahold of his ankle in one of his hands. Jeno ignores the way Jaemin’s entire palm encloses around his ankle, pushing that thought out of his mind because this is serious.
“Jaemin! Just—just look.”
“I’m looking!” Jaemin pauses to add, “very closely.”
After a few seconds of him struggling to get his pants off of his ankles and somewhere far on his bed, Jeno sits bare and exposed to Jaemin’s wandering eyes. He feels naked, not just from the waist down, but fully naked by the way Jaemin is looking at him like he’s going to eat him, or something.
Jeno’s nerves are on fire, heat licking his belly and his guts twisting and turning as he waits for Jaemin to say something, anything. When Jaemin takes a breath, his lips parting, Jeno tenses.
“Oh,” Jaemin sounds surprised, “your balls are gone.”
“No shit, Jaemin, I have a—” Jeno’s voice drops to a whisper. “You know.”
Jaemin’s smile looks sinister, borderline sadistic at this point. “Why can’t you say it? I want to hear you say it.”
“I’m not saying it! It’s embarrassing!” Jeno covers his eyes with the sleeves of his sweater, only peering through the gaps of his fingers when he feels Jaemin’s fingers graze his thighs.
Jaemin makes some sort of noise, the sound coming from deep in his chest, and Jeno swears he can feel the vibrations through Jaemin’s fingertips. He feels Jaemin push his thighs apart, widening them until one of Jeno’s knees touch the mattress.
“You don’t have to be embarrassed, Jeno,” Jaemin still has that smile on his face, the one that he wears on stage during their DIY moments, where Jeno knows he’s looking at the cameras and audience like he’s showing off something. Something that’s his. “Y’know, it’s kinda cute, just like you.”
All of his breath leaves him in a woosh. Jeno feels like dying. “Jaemin!”
“What?” Jaemin lets out a laugh, breath hitting his inner thigh, and that’s when he realizes that Jaemin is closer than he was before. “It’s cute. You’re cute.”
“It’s not cute,” Jeno covers his face again. “I don’t know why this happened.”
“I don’t know either, but I’m not complaining. Don’t look a gift horse in the mouth.”
Jeno groans at Jaemin’s english. He hates that Jaemin is so fucking cute. “What does that even mean? Who taught you that?”
“Mark,” Jaemin replies, kissing Jeno’s thigh.
“Of course,” he sighs, “why aren’t you freaking out? Isn’t this—I don’t know—weird? Like, my balls are gone—no, everything is gone.”
“No, not really, always thought you’d make a pretty girl anyways,” Jaemin laughs at Jeno’s whine of embarrassment. “Don’t be shy, aegi, it makes me want to bite you—swallow you whole.”
“What’s stopping you? You bite me all the time.”
And, god, Jeno knows what he’s asking of Jaemin. He isn’t sure where his sudden spout of confidence came from, but even with his lack of dick and balls, the feeling of want in his belly is just the same as always.
“Jeno, you don’t know what you’re saying right now,” Jaemin noses at his knee, leaving a kiss there too. “Everyone is still home.”
“Aren’t you curious?” Jeno says in an attempt to persuade Jaemin. He knows Jaemin likes it when he begs for it anyway.
That’s the thing: Jaemin likes when he’s needy. Writhing on the sheets or his lap like he’ll die if Jaemin doesn’t give him what he wants then and there. Spoiled, is what Jaemin always calls him. Jeno can’t even deny it, but it’s Jaemin’s fault for spoiling him rotten in the first place. He only wants all of whatever Jaemin will give him, and for Jaemin, it’s anything. Nobody can blame Jeno for taking advantage of that, not even Jaemin.
“Jaeminie,” he whines, ankles locking behind Jaemin’s back to cage him in and bring them closer together. “Don’t you want to know what it’s like?”
Their first times have always only been with each other, from first kisses to first handjobs and blowjobs, it’s always been Jeno and Jaemin. From the day they were wonderous about anything, it’s been them. Hell, they’ve even watched porn together when their curiosity got the best of them. And they did that as best friends. There’s no secrecy, no privacy. There’s nothing they don’t hesitate to indulge each other in. Not even this.
“Jeno,” Jaemin breathes out, arms coming out to rest on the sides of Jeno’s head. He leans in to nose at Jeno’s neck. Jeno whimpers with need, tilting his head to the side to give Jaemin access to all of him. “You seem more curious than I am. You want it this bad?”
The truth is that maybe Jeno has been thinking about this. Dreaming is the better word. This has been the center of all his wet dreams lately. Maybe the universe heard his prayers, listened in on his dreams and wishes and gave him this opportunity to make it a reality. So, maybe this is all Jeno’s fault, but Jeno isn’t going to complain either, not when the opportunity has presented itself so, so nicely.
“Maybe,” Jeno unhooks his ankles from Jaemin’s back to slip one leg between Jaemin’s and, oh, he’s pleased that Jaemin seems to be enjoying this as much as he is. The feeling of Jaemin’s bulge, warm and heavy, against his leg has him squeezing his thighs together.
Jaemin breathes out a laugh against his throat when he feels it, the sound making Jeno attempt to rub his thighs together a second time. The pressure in his belly only worsens, the arousal pooling in his stomach is driving him insane at this point.
He reaches out to pull Jaemin in by the neck, rubbing his cheek against Jaemin’s ear once he’s close enough and grinding himself against Jaemin’s thigh. The feeling barely takes the edge off, but it’s enough to subdue him momentarily.
“Wouldn’t it, oh,” Jeno’s breath gets caught in his throat when Jaemin tenses his thigh, pressing down as Jeno grinds up. “It’d just be nice since—since it’d be like we’re having our first time all over again,” he sighs when Jaemin tilts his head to the side to leave kitten-licks along his throat. “you’ve never had sex with a girl, and I’ve never had—this, it’d be like—”
“—taking your virginity all over again,” Jaemin finishes for him, breathing hard against his ear. He licks a stripe from his collarbone to his earlobe, nibbling as he goes. “That’s what you want? Is this what you wanted? All pretty for me, hm?”
Jeno nods, hips twitching against Jaemin’s thigh. The dampness between his legs gets hotter, heedier, and he shivers with embarrassment at the thought of Jaemin being able to feel the wetness through his pants. If he looked down, he wonders if there’d be a wet spot of—
“I think I get it now,” Jaemin smiles against his skin, then pulls back until Jeno can see his face again. Jaemin’s teeth appear sharp, gleaming, pearly whites in the dim light of Jeno’s room. “You just want to be a good girl for me, right?”
Jeno shudders, chills creeping down his spine and making his toes curl. Jaemin always reads him like a book. Jaemin plays him like a piano and pulls him along on a fucking leash. How is it that Jaemin always knows what he wants, what he’s thinking and feeling before Jeno has the chance to even figure it out himself? To someone who isn’t Jeno, Jaemin might even be terrifying. But to Jeno, he’s just obsessed. Jeno is in love with this terrifying, beautiful man. He’d give Jaemin all of him, if there was anything left that Jaemin hasn’t claimed his already.
“Yes, I do,” he breathes out. There’s no use in hiding his wants and desires when Jaemin holds his everything in his palms already. “I want to be yours.”
“Jeno,” Jaemin’s lids flutter closed, his lashes brushing the high tops of his cheekbones. Jeno can see him take a few deep breaths and can feel the air Jaemin exhales against his lips. “You’re already mine. You’ve been mine from the beginning, always mine.”
“Can we,” he pauses, looking at a bleach spot on Jaemin’s shirt. “Can we kiss?”
Jaemin huffs out a laugh he fails to stifle, leaning in to quiet him with a peck when Jeno whines again. “You’re so shy all of a sudden,” Jaemin lets out a low growl as he nips Jeno’s cheek with his teeth. “You’re so cute.”
“I’m not cute,” Jeno says in between pecks. “Why aren’t you kissing me?”
“I am kissing you,” Jaemin’s smile is sweet against his lips, but Jeno wants more.
Jeno lets out a grumble. He digs his fingers into Jaemin’s shoulders and tugs him closer, frustrated by the fabric between them. “Kiss me properly.”
“Mm,” Jaemin hums. Jaemin is so annoying, Jeno thinks, acting like he’s trying to decide between kissing Jeno or stringing him along. “I’ll think about it.”
God, fuck Jaemin. Jaemin only wants to make his life more difficult than it should be. Jaemin enjoys this. He enjoys holding everything above Jeno’s head, just to see how bad Jeno truly wants him, just to be reminded that he’s in control when he wants to be. He likes seeing Jeno jump when he asks him to. Jaemin gets off on power and control, and Jeno likes being told what to do, he likes the praise that comes with it too. Maybe it’s the reason they work out so perfectly, they blend together so seamlessly. The push-and-pull of their dynamic.
Jaemin just wants to see him beg, and Jeno isn’t above begging for Jaemin, ever.
“Please?” Jeno tries. He can tell it’s not good enough, because Jaemin raises a brow, squinting his eyes. “Kiss me, please.”
Jaemin, like the little shit he likes to be, purses his lips in thought again, eyes taking in Jeno’s body underneath him before shaking his head. “No,” he says, simply, “try again.”
Jeno trembles, the walls of his mind shaking. “Jaeminie,” he tries again, but Jaemin doesn’t budge. He bites down on his lip, holding in the pout that wants to form on his lips. “Jaeminie—please, kiss me, please?”
Jaemin sighs like he’s been doing this for hours, then leans in to press his lips to Jeno’s. He’s not giving in, not fully, but Jeno knows he’s doing this to calm him or else they’ll be here forever. Jaemin would have him beg for hours, just to see him cry, but Jeno knows that Jaemin wants this as much as he does. He feels it in the way Jaemin presses his crotch against his leg, ruts down from time to time, and can taste the impatience on Jaemin’s lips and tongue as he licks into Jeno’s mouth.
Jaemin is only as good of a kisser as he is because of Jeno. He feels some sort of pride in the fact that they learned together. Nobody else has felt Jaemin’s lips against theirs, or has even felt or seen as much of his body as Jeno has, and Jeno feels some sort of sick satisfaction at the thought that nobody ever will. Nobody but him, ever. Jeno won’t let it happen.
Jeno sighs as Jaemin lips his bottom lip, sucking it into his mouth and nibbling down softly. His mind feels like he’s floating already, all his thoughts melting into a soft, puddle of goo like it always does with anything Jaemin related. His limbs go lax and his body melts against the mattress. Jeno feels weightless, like he’d float away if Jaemin wasn’t grounding him.
Like Jaemin can sense this, he probably can, he always knows when Jeno is about to fall too deep into his headspace, he pulls away. Jeno holds back a whine and looks up at Jaemin with curiosity. “Do you really want me to fuck you like this?”
“I mean, yeah,” Jeno runs his tongue over his bottom lip, right over the small indents of Jaemin’s teeth, “I do. Aren’t you curious? I know I am.”
“Of course I am,” Jaemin trails his fingertips from Jeno’s neck down to his hip and Jeno shivers, remembering that he’s bare from the waist down. “Especially because it’s you.” Jaemin shrugs after a second, leaning in to hide his face in Jeno’s neck so Jeno doesn’t see his face when he says, “plus, I’d do anything if you wanted me to.”
Jeno can’t bite back the stupid, lovesick smile on his lips. Jeno already knows this for a fact, but it still makes his chest warm whenever Jaemin says it. “I know, me too,” he wiggles his toes, calves tensing around Jaemin’s thigh. “We can try it, and if it doesn’t feel good then we can just—stop. And you can like, just fuck me normally, or something.”
“Well,” Jaemin pulls back to grin. “I can’t say no to that.”
Jaemin is more gentle and careful than he usually is. Gone is the teasing and snarky comments that he usually throws when they have sex. Jaemin is treating this as if it’s actually their first time again, and Jeno finds it both endearing and… cute.
He still wants Jaemin to press his face into his pillows and fuck him until he’s crying from overstimulation and sensitivity, but this is nice too.
It takes a little bit of getting used to, since this is all very foreign to Jeno, because, yeah, but after a few minutes of Jaemin soothing him with kisses and soft caresses on his thighs and stomach, he gets used to the feeling of two of Jaemin’s fingers inside of him.
“Wow, this is nice,” Jaemin comments, and Jeno scoffs.
“No shit it’s nice, it’s not like my ass,” Jeno lets out a soft moan when Jaemin presses his fingers deeper, scissoring them inside of him to get a feel of his walls. “What’s it feel like for you?”
“Soft,” Jaemin says, breathlessly, “tight. You?”
“It feels—different, like, oh.”
“What?” Jaemin frowns. “Is it bad?”
“No, just, weird,” Jeno writhes a bit, “not in a bad way, just—try, uh, moving? Like you would normally.”
Jaemin does, and Jeno jolts, his whole body jumping in Jaemin’s hold. Jaemin retracts his fingers right away, pressing kisses against his stomach. “Did it hurt?”
“You don’t need to be so careful,” Jeno says, “it—it felt good.”
“Oh,” Jaemin raises his brows, chin propped up on Jeno’s sternum.
Jaemin trails his hand lower again, fingers running through Jeno’s folds before prodding at his entrance again. “I’m gonna try again, okay?”
Jeno nods, reaching out to grip Jaemin’s free hand in his, squeezing it a few times. He watches as Jaemin bites down on his lower lip in concentration, his brows furrowed with the determination to make Jeno feel good.
When Jaemin fits two fingers inside him again, curling them a certain way, hitting a certain spot inside of him, Jeno’s mouth parts in a silent moan. He squeezes around Jaemin’s fingers, catching Jaemin’s eyes as his walls flutter around Jaemin’s digits. Jaemin raises his eyebrows again, repeating the motion, and Jeno pushes down against his fingers, trying to get that feeling back again.
“It’s—it’s good,” Jeno pants, “really good, do that again?”
Jaemin does it again, curling his fingers that same way before pressing in deeper, and Jeno lets out another moan, louder this time. Jaemin seems to at least have some of it down, because the next moan that comes out of Jeno’s mouth is louder at the feeling of Jaemin’s thumb pressing against his clit. The added stimulation feels nice, kinda like when Jaemin has a hand around his dick when he’s inside his ass, and Jeno thinks that he could come from just this alone.
“It’s—mm—Jaem,” Jeno throws his head back against his pillows. “Feels really good, really good.”
Jaemin sucks a mark against his hip, biting down and laving his tongue over it as the skin turns red. He pulls back for a second to say, “Can I try something else?”
Jeno nods. “Anything.”
Maybe Jeno shouldn’t have said anything, because he almost shakes the walls with how loud his moan is when Jaemin gets his mouth on him.
“Oh, fuck, Jaemin,” Jeno moans, palm coming up to cover his mouth to muffle his cries.
Jaemin licks around his fingers, the same ones that are still fucking inside of him. Jeno hooks his ankles around Jaemin’s head as he sucks at him, thrusting his fingers inside of Jeno as he sucks at his clit. The feeling of Jaemin circling his tongue around his clit, sucking occasionally and pulling back just to smack his lips against it, is unlike anything he’s ever felt. God, is this the way it always feels for girls? Because Jeno suddenly understands, he understands everything. He never wants to give this up.
“You taste—so good,” Jaemin pulls back to say. Jeno wishes he never looked down because Jaemin looks obscene. Spit-slicked lips and Jeno’s slick on his chin. Jeno can feel it when he tightens around Jaemin’s fingers, and he’s too embarrassed to even say a word when Jaemin’s eyes widen, fingers leaving him slowly. “Did you just—come?”
“I—Maybe,” Jeno looks away in fear that if he looks at the… mess on Jaemin’s face again, he might just come another time. “I can’t help it! You just, you look so, you’re—”
“Aw, baby, you like me that much?” Jaemin coos at him. Jeno wants to slap him, or kick him off the bed.
The sight of Jaemin wiping his mouth and chin with the back of his hand has Jeno drooling, from two places. Fuck, Jaemin is so hot.
Jaemin’s face is smug when Jeno voices it to him. “Obviously, I’m your boyfriend.”
“Oh, shut up,” Jeno grumbles.
Jaemin shuts him up instead with two fingers pressed inside him again, rubbing against the same spot he’s learned makes Jeno writhe against the sheets.
“Jaem, Jaeminie,” Jeno’s already starting to feel hot and impatient with want again. “Can you fuck me now? I don’t wanna come again, not without you inside of me.”
“You want me?” Jaemin asks like he doesn’t already know the answer.
“Yes, yes, I want you,” Jeno nods his head frantically, reaching down until his fingers meet fabric, tugging Jaemin up and into a kiss. “Please,” he mumbles against Jaemin’s lips. “Need you.”
“God, you’re so good for me,” Jaemin groans.
“Take your pants off,” Jeno murmurs, impatience catching up to him. “Want you inside me now.”
In a quickness, Jaemin’s pants join Jeno’s shirt somewhere on the other side of the bed. Jeno’s pulse jumps, heart rate skyrocketing when he feels the head of Jaemin’s dick rub against him, stickiness against his folds as Jaemin rubs between his folds, passing his entrance occasionally.
Jeno whines, “Jaemin—no teasing, not now.”
“Baby,” Jaemin’s pout is sarcastic, teasing. “Call me oppa first.”
Jeno’s heart stutters in his chest. “What? I’m not—I’m not calling you that.”
“Why? I call you it all the time, oppa,” Jaemin grins, shark-like, and Jeno shivers. “Say it.”
“I—That’s different, it’s not like this,” Jeno defends, but it’s weak. Both he and Jaemin know this, and Jaemin can sense it. Jaemin smells things like this. No matter if it’s fear, embarrassment, desire. Jaemin knows everything. There’s no hiding anything from him.
Jaemin’s smirk is smug again, knowing. “Aren’t you a good girl? Isn’t that what this is, hm? You wanting to be a good girl for me?”
Jeno swallows the lump in his throat, coating his lips as his whole entire mouth suddenly dries. “Yes,” he says, slowly, “I wanna be a good girl for you.”
“Then say it,” Jaemin tilts his head to the side, fringe falling over his eyelids as he does so. “Let me hear you say it, baby.”
“I—” Jeno opens his mouth, closes it again, and repeats the motions. “Jaemin.”
“Ah, ah,” Jaemin tuts at him. “Oppa.”
Jeno bites his tongue, all the fight leaving his body like both he and Jaemin knew it would. It always does. Jaemin always wins.
“Oppa,” Jeno squeezes his eyes shut quickly after. “Oppa.”
Jaemin hums, triumphantly. “Uh-huh,” he hears Jaemin murmur. “Keep going.”
Jeno’s eyes shoot open. “More?”
“Mhm,” Jaemin nods. “What else?”
Jeno swallows, his mouth a desert again. “Please,” he mumbles out, “fuck me.” Jaemin raises a brow. “Oppa.”
Jaemin smiles, all teeth, like a cat that cornered a mouse right into a corner, Jeno falling right into his trap willingly. “You’re so cute, baby.”
Jeno whines, tilting his head so he can press his cheek into the pillow so he doesn’t have to look at Jaemin anymore. His cheeks are aflame, heat coursing through his veins and lighting his skin on fire. Jaemin tuts at him again, fingers enclosing around his jaw to turn him back. The eye contact burns Jeno even more, the look inside of Jaemin’s eyes eating him from the inside out.
“Say it again,” Jaemin runs his thumb along the edge of Jeno’s jaw softly, so unlike his words.
Jeno pouts the best that he can with Jaemin’s fingers against his cheeks. “Oppa,” the syllables come out strangely. He looks up at Jaemin with the best fuck-me-eyes he can muster.
It must work, because Jaemin’s dick twitches, hot against his thigh. He bites back a smile as Jaemin closes his eyes, breath leaving him in an exhale and his fingers digging into Jeno’s waist.
“Come on,” Jeno spurs him on, lifting his hips so he can grind up against Jaemin’s crotch. “Fuck me now, you know you want to.”
“I always want to,” Jaemin’s eyes are determined, ablaze with fire and desire as he stares down at Jeno. “Fuck, I always want you.”
“You have me, all of me. Show me how much you want me.”
And, god, Jaemin does. Jaemin isn’t one to throw around words carelessly, he always backs them up in one way or another.
The feeling of Jaemin inside of him is so, so much better than Jaemin’s fingers and mouth and ass. His cock reaches places his fingers couldn’t, and Jeno is just reminded again of how much he loves Jaemin’s dick. God, Jaemin is perfect. All of him is.
Jaemin is sweating, droplets coating his hairline and dripping down his temples. It’s scorchingly hot in his room now, more so with Jaemin’s skin touching his, but it just adds to all of his senses and sensations. Jeno feels amazing.
Jeno’s hand comes up to cover his mouth again, to muffle his loud cries and moans as Jaemin thrusts into him, hitting spots inside of him that he’s never felt before. Jaemin tears his hand away, pressing his wrist against the pillows.
“Don’t,” Jaemin hisses out. “Doesn’t matter if they hear you. It’s better if they do, huh? Let everyone know you’re mine.” Jeno’s only response is a moan, which goads Jaemin on. “Who knows? Maybe they’ll get off on it too.”
Jaemin’s words go straight to Jeno’s pussy, walls constricting so tightly around Jaemin’s dick. Jeno can’t help the way he whines, so loudly he swears he hears someone throw something at their door.
“God, fuck, you’re so tight,” Jaemin groans out, ducking down to press his mouth against Jeno’s shoulder as he grinds against him, cock rubbing against that same spot inside of Jeno that makes his vision explode with stars. “So good for me, so good for oppa.”
Jeno cries out various forms of Jaemin’s name. He can’t even understand what he’s saying at this point, everything slurring together into a mess of unintelligible words and sounds. Jaemin fucks like a champ, like he’s a fucking god at this, or something. He’s only ever been with Jeno, but he knows Jeno’s body like the back of his hand, and it shows in the way he touches and treats him.
He tugs his wrist out of Jaemin’s grasp to lead it to his throat instead, closing his fingers on top of Jaemin’s hand to apply the slightest pressure. Jaemin groans, throwing his head back and letting out more curses. “You’re so fucking—fuck.”
His brain is melting out of his ears at this point, only hearing white noise and static as Jaemin’s thrusts get faster, harder as his fingers press down around Jeno’s throat occasionally. The coil in Jeno’s belly tightens so quickly he feels that he’s going to snap at any given second now.
“Jaem—Jaeminie,” he pants, “I can’t—I’m close.”
“Yeah?” Jaemin cocks his head to the side, leaning in slightly to stare down at Jeno with that same look. “Nobody’s stopping you.”
Jeno whines, trying to stave it off the best that he can. “But I don’t wanna come without you.”
“Never said I’m done with you,” Jaemin’s chest shakes as he lets out a laugh. “Go ahead, come.”
Jeno’s body and mind are trained to do exactly whatever Jaemin wants him to, and that’s exactly what he does, coming all over Jaemin’s cock and spraying his thighs as he releases translucent liquid out of himself. Jeno watches Jaemin bite his lip, moaning as he drinks it all in.
Jaemin doesn’t stop, he just keeps going. He grinds into Jeno in sharp, quick thrusts, fucking all of the liquid back into Jeno. Jaemin seems as if he has no intentions of stopping, and Jeno isn’t one to stop him, either.
He lets Jaemin use his hole as he pleases, and just lies there and takes all that Jaemin is giving him. Jeno’s moans turn into soft whimpers at every thrust Jaemin gives, every circle and slow grind of his hips.
Jeno jolts when Jaemin rubs at his clit with his fingers. “Think you can come again?”
And, well, never say never.
Jeno nods his head, proves it in a few minutes with the feeling of Jaemin’s cock deep inside of him and his two fingers rubbing at his clit. Jaemin throws his head back in a moan when Jeno tightens up around him as he comes again.
His body is exhausted, his thighs trembling with oversensitivity after coming three times. Jeno’s body melts against the mattress, boneless and loose as Jaemin keeps fucking into him.
Jaemin releases his throat, leaning down to press kisses against Jeno’s lips and cheeks. His thrusts lose finesse, just chasing his high as he tries to finish himself off inside of Jeno. After a few more shaky thrusts, he spills inside of Jeno, painting his walls with warm white.
Jeno clenches weakly, trying his best to milk Jaemin of all he’s worth. Jaemin keeps grinding, pressing his come deeper into Jeno and rubbing it inside of him. He sighs, shakily as Jaemin rests his body weight onto his elbows, caging Jeno in.
All that’s heard now is their pants, breath mingling as Jaemin kisses him a few times, softly.
Jaemin presses his lips to Jeno’s ear, nibbling his lobe before he speaks:
“Think it’ll take?”
Jeno suddenly regains all his energy, shoving Jaemin off of him and wincing as Jaemin’s dick follows.
“Fuck you,” Jeno hisses, giving Jaemin his meanest glare.
“Aw,” Jaemin coos at him, shuffling over to him on his knees and elbows like his whole dick isn’t out right now. “Don’t be bitter, baby.”
Jeno hisses at him again, swatting at Jaemin’s arm. Jaemin catches his wrist, pulling him in so he can hold him to his chest. Jeno puts up a fight, just because, but goes limp when Jaemin wraps his arms and legs around him like a koala.
“It’s hot,” he whines. “And you’re dirty, and sticky.”
“I’ll shower if you do.”
“That’s fucking gross, Jaem.”
“I’ll show you gross.” Jaemin licks his cheek like an animal. Jeno lets out a shrill sound, leaning his head as far away from Jaemin as he can get.
“Jaemin!”
There’s a thump against the wall, and then, “Shut the fuck up!”
Jeno goes silent, making eye contact with Jaemin before the both of them burst into a fit of laughter.
Jaemin grins at him, and Jeno knows that look: he has a bad idea.
“Wanna piss them off even more?”
Jeno pretends to think about it. “How?”
“I’ll fuck you in the shower,” Jaemin mumbles, lips pressed against Jeno’s cheek. Jeno gives a full-body shiver.
“Hm,” he purses his lips. “Race you there.”
The scream Jaemin lets out when Jeno shoves him off the side of the bed is loud, way louder than Jeno was mere minutes ago.
“Jeno! You kicked me in the dick!”
More banging on the wall.
“I said, shut the fuck up!”