↳ jeno l.

@ɴᴀ ᴊᴀᴇᴍɪɴ ʲᵃᶜᵏᵃˡᵒᵖᵉ Jeno could practically taste the blood racing through Jaemin's body with the way his pulse pounded. He purposely avoided the vein in the others neck when he pressed his lips down, sharing the first kiss of many he was sure to have tonight, directly over the other's scent gland. It was better than he had thought it might be, giving in and indulging himself in everything that they had considered taboo to this point. Why had they been so adamant on staying apart?
The thought was gone as soon as it rose, Jeno filling his suddenly empty hand by bringing Jaemin into his arms, thick muscles contracting as he pulled the omega to his chest. There was a realization that he was barely clothed to compare to the way Jaemin was wearing far too much for his liking. His figure felt... Wrong. Heavy. Thick with fabric and ill-fitting in Jeno's arms. It didn't take long at all for his long, slim fingers to slide beneath layers, caressing bare skin of the omega's back with a low, rumbling hum of satisfaction. "I'm not letting you leave." His mouth traversed higher, pressing gentle kisses along the lean expanse of sugary-sweet skin on his way to his mate's lips, the promise whispered against skin concrete in his mind.

@ʟᴇᴇ ᴊᴇɴᴏ ˢᶦˡᵛᵉʳ ᶠᵒˣ A small yelp left him as the air was expelled from his lungs by the shock of Jeno's sudden decisive moves. The next few seconds were a blur and Jaemin found himself pressed against the closed door behind him. His breath hitched at how close his mate was, how his scent and warmth enveloped him, how much better the real thing was than the stupid sweatshirt. His breath hitched as Jeno's nose brushed against his neck, jackhammering heart skipping a beat as electric sensitivity raced across his skin. The itch that had driven him to stand outside Jeno's apartment flared as his wrist was released slightly, his mates gentle fingers sending additional lightning bolts of arousal racing over his skin. Ever so gently he tugged his wrist away as his free hand slid under the larger man's raised arm, "I know..." was all Jaemin could say as his body worked to bring them closer, closing the space between them, his fingers dancing across Jeno's bare trapezius.

@ɴᴀ ᴊᴀᴇᴍɪɴ ʲᵃᶜᵏᵃˡᵒᵖᵉ Dark eyes went wide, fox ears pricked high into the air. If he had been in shut-down mode before, the saccharine scents floating through his closed door had woken up every sense, and every instinct. Jeno dropped his phone where he stood, mind zeroing in on a rabbit-paced heartbeat and heavy breaths that were too close to be ignored. His feet were moving before he realized it, hand wrapped around the cold brass knob of his apartment door, nearly wrenching the wood off the frame as he threw it open.
Something flooded his system - whether it was relief or anger or lust was yet to be determined - as he set eyes on Jaemin, in the flesh (and his hoodie, much to his fox's pride). Even knowing that his speed might spook the other, Jeno lunged the two quick paces to grab Jaemin by the wrist, dragging him into the apartment and slamming the door before anybody else could scent on to what was *his*, all other rational thought on the back burner.
Inside the dark apartment, he pressed his mate against the door, pinning him in place with just his body, and burying his face into Jaemin's neck. His mate - That thought rose above everything else, the sweet scent filling his lungs placating his inner beast for the moment now that Jaemin was here. Was safe. The grip he held on Jaemin was iron initially, making sure that his mate was real, and in his space, but sunk into velvet as it loosened, caressing the inside of his wrist; massaging his scent gland lightly with his thumb. "You shouldn't be here..." He growled softly, unable to help the way his tone reverberated with his stretched-thin self-restraint.

@ʟᴇᴇ ᴊᴇɴᴏ ˢᶦˡᵛᵉʳ ᶠᵒˣ Keen ears picked up the breathy utterance of his name and Jaemin's body froze, feet rooted to the spot two steps from the door. He shouldn't be here. This was a bad idea. Despite his mind scrambling to override his body he didn't move, save to sway noncommittally. Jeno's bright astringent scent hit him moments later, his knees seeming to liquify as he struggled to keep from throwing himself against the door. So intensely focused on keeping himself still he didn't notice his ears and horns phasing into reality, which served only to make it harder to resist the sound of Jeno moving beyond the door.

@ɴᴀ ᴊᴀᴇᴍɪɴ ʲᵃᶜᵏᵃˡᵒᵖᵉ The feverish workouts had done some small part to halt the overall effects of a rut spent trying to think of anything but the obvious, but it was never quite enough. Even now, fresh out of a steaming shower, muscles sore to every motion and terse from overuse, Jeno could feel his mind wandering and body on edge. He had grabbed a pair of sweats on his way into the bath, and made himself drag them on. A small price to pay for modesty and comfort, should be randomly pass out on the couch again, like he had the night before. His phone was already in hand, ready to text Jaemin something sappy - it had to be sappy, because if there was the slightest hint of flirtation, he might not be able to help himself - when a certain smell began to seep into his senses. It smelled like the hallway was suddenly dripping with dessert, like maybe someone ordered a creme brulee and they had gotten it fresh out of the oven. Deep, warm, Cinnamon, creamy vanilla-tinged sugar, with just a hint of caramelization to top it off bled through his doorway. Sweet enough to make his mouth water, even if his mind took a moment to catch up with how he knew such a scent so inherently; to put a name to the smell that made everything in him feel like a man starved. Like he was finally being offered his first meal in what might have been a whole lifetime. "Jaemin?"

@ʟᴇᴇ ᴊᴇɴᴏ ˢᶦˡᵛᵉʳ ᶠᵒˣ Despite being wrapped in jenos sweatshirt Jaemin couldn't help but find himself wandering down the long running path that flanked the han river. He thought some exercise and fresh air might do him good in dealing with his heat, also the general lack of people at this hour was helpful as well. Despite his best efforts this heat seemed extra intense, skin itching with touch sensitivity, pulse throbbing behind his eyes and... In other places. His entire being yearned for his mate and to be denied that was torture. His mind had wandered far enough away that his body took him on auto pilot toward jenos apartment, hair matted to his neck with sweat, eyes glassy and feverish. Continuing on without much attention he made his way up the steps to the door of jenos apartment.

@ɴᴀ ᴊᴀᴇᴍɪɴ ʲᵃᶜᵏᵃˡᵒᵖᵉ [@ ❤️ Nana ]
I don't think I'll be in the mood for leftovers tomorrow.
You can always come grab them though, if your pre-heat isn't kicking your ?

@ʟᴇᴇ ᴊᴇɴᴏ ˢᶦˡᵛᵉʳ ᶠᵒˣ [Text to jen<3]:why not get both then? The chicken might not be as good the next day but the noodles should be decent leftovers, no?

@ɴᴀ ᴊᴀᴇᴍɪɴ ʲᵃᶜᵏᵃˡᵒᵖᵉ [@ ❤️ Nana ] It is but I'm feeling fussy about my snack tonight. :(
Guess I will get chicken after all
Thank u baby ❤️

@ʟᴇᴇ ᴊᴇɴᴏ ˢᶦˡᵛᵉʳ ᶠᵒˣ [Text to jen<3]: I'd say fried chicken, that's always your favorite isn't it?

@ɴᴀ ᴊᴀᴇᴍɪɴ ʲᵃᶜᵏᵃˡᵒᵖᵉ [@ ❤️ Nana ]
Should I order fried chicken or black bean noodles for my midnight snack?

@ɴᴀ ᴊᴀᴇᴍɪɴ ᵒᵐᵉᵍᵃ I miss you, babe

@ɴᴀ ᴊᴀᴇᴍɪɴ ᵒᵐᵉᵍᵃ [@ ❤️Nana ] Babe, I ordered food for pickup. Do you want to go with me to go pick it up?

@ʟᴇᴇ ᴊᴇɴᴏ ᵃˡᵖʰᵃ () safe spaces are the best spaces

@ɴᴀ ᴊᴀᴇᴍɪɴ ᵒᵐᵉᵍᵃ [we have a safe space uwu]