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Jeno’s eyes widen the moment he sees the Instagram post.
It's an old picture of Jaemin, from when he still had silvery hair. The top of his muscular build is on full display, his veins bulging slightly. He still has his makeup on in the photo, and his phone just barely hides the small smirk his reflection is wearing – but Jeno knows.
Jeno knows it all too well, because he was the first one to see the photo when it was sent to him personally months ago.
When he'd seen it then, he didn't know that the whole world would get to see it too.
He doesn't even bother to like the post before he speed dials him.
“You didn't reply to my text,” the minx in question says when he answers Jeno's call, voice all pouty, as if Jeno is the one who's acting up.
“Was busy,” Jeno mutters. “Looking at a certain someone's Instagram post.”
“Oh,” Jaemin says, in that teasing tone that Jeno knows so well. “You saw that?”
“Yes,” Jeno huffs. “Me and all 13 million of your followers.”
Jeno can just picture the evil little grin on his boyfriend's face as he says, “I didn't think you even saw my posts. Since you're hardly ever on Instagram.”
He rolls his eyes even though Jaemin can't see him. “You know I have your post notifications on.”
“Mhm,” Jaemin hums thoughtfully. “Did you like it?”
“No,” Jeno says, and even through the phone, he knows Jaemin is frowning.
“Why not?” Jaemin asks. “I thought they were nice photos.”
Jeno stares at his ceiling with a furrowed brow. “Yes, they were nice. Too nice.”
“What do you mean?” Jaemin asks innocently, like he didn't post a picture of himself from one of their sexting sessions.
“You know what I fucking mean,” Jeno mutters. “Don't play dumb, Jaem.”
“It's just a picture.”
Jeno sucks in a breath at that. “Yeah, a picture that I thought was just for me. Not for everyone.”
“It is just for you,” Jaemin insists.
Jeno's frown deepens. “How is it just for me when millions of people have seen it now?”
“Because,” Jaemin says like he can't believe he has to spell it out for him, “you're the only one of them who gets to come over and fuck me for it.”
His mouth goes dry. “Oh?”
“Yeah,” Jaemin says in a breathy voice. “Come over now.”
“Be there in 15,” he says before hanging up.
Or less, really. Jeno immediately stands and shoves his phone in his pocket, picking up his keys and jacket before slipping his shoes on and heading out the door.
They'd just finished the U.S. leg of their tour a few days ago, which is why he decided against going home with Jaemin when they left the airport. He figured he and his boyfriend could use some rest after such a long time away from home.
Being on tour had also been stressful – all the rehearsing and performing and traveling left them with no time or energy to do much other than pass out next to each other in the same hotel bed.
Which is why Jeno isn't surprised that Jaemin is already so eager just two days after their last concert. It feels like ages since they were last properly alone together.
Impatient and already half-hard at the thought of finally getting to fuck Jaemin after so long, Jeno arrives at his boyfriend’s apartment complex in 10 minutes.
Jaemin opens the door on Jeno’s second knock.
Wordlessly, Jaemin wraps his arms around Jeno's neck, pulls him through the doorway, and starts kissing him, their lips slotted together like two puzzle pieces. Perfect.
Jeno places his hands on Jaemin’s waist, pulling back to mumble against his lips. “Hello to you too.”
Jaemin gives him a sweet smile, using one of his hands to shut the door behind Jeno. “Missed you.”
Even after all this time, Jaemin knew just what to say and do to make Jeno feel like he’s on fire. “It’s only been, like, a day,” he teases, despite the way his heartbeat thrums in his chest.
“Yeah, and?” Jaemin pouts, slowly running his hands up Jeno’s biceps. “Still missed you.”
Jeno presses a kiss to his boyfriend’s protruding lips and grips his hips harder. “That why you posted that little mirror selfie of yours, hm?”
Jaemin lets out a sweet, breathy little noise. “Maybe.”
“Couldn’t wait even a day, could you?” Jeno says in a low voice, bending his head to gently trace his lips against the column of Jaemin’s neck, savoring the sound of his whimpers. “Needy little thing.”
“Jeno…”
He smirks to himself as Jaemin tangles a hand in his hair. “You wanted me to see it? Wanted me to come over and fuck you the way you’ve been craving?”
“Y-yes,” Jaemin moans when Jeno sucks at the spot just below his jaw. “Need you so bad, Jeno. Want your cock inside me.”
“That’s what I thought,” Jeno pulls away, then goes back in to kiss Jaemin heatedly, their tongues sliding together as he not-so-subtly presses his hard-on into Jaemin’s thigh.
They make out like that for a while against the wall, until Jaemin breaks for air with a gasp.
“Fuck, look at you,” Jeno mutters, running his thumb against Jaemin’s now swollen pink bottom lip, admiring the way his boyfriend immediately parts his mouth for Jeno. “ My sweet little bunny.”
Jaemin lets out a high-pitched whine. “Jeno, my room…please.”
Jeno starts kissing Jaemin again, gently guiding them to the bedroom at the back.
“Were you thinking about this when you picked out that picture?” Jeno mutters against Jaemin’s lips, shrugging off his jacket and tossing it somewhere behind him.
“Yes,” Jaemin exhales. “And this.”
His wandering hands slide up the front of Jeno’s tight t-shirt, feeling up his abs and making Jeno grunt softly.
“Such a naughty bunny,” Jeno murmurs, but he’s no better. He lets a hand slip from Jaemin’s hips to his ass, giving it a squeeze.
Jaemin gasps loudly against Jeno’s mouth. “Ah! Jeno…”
Jeno starts pressing his lips to Jaemin’s neck again, giving him open-mouthed kisses along the side of it. “Gonna mark you up,” he grunts out. “So when you take your little pictures, everyone can see this time.”
Jaemin moans as Jeno leads them to his bed, pushing Jaemin down and pinning him there. “S-see what?”
“That you’re fucking mine,” Jeno says, sucking a mark harshly into Jaemin’s soft, pale skin. He lets his teeth graze against it to make Jaemin cry out. “My bunny. No one else’s.”
Jaemin squirms helplessly beneath Jeno’s muscular body, cock aching in his sweatpants. “Jeno, please…I need you.”
Jeno finishes leaving a mark on his collarbone before lifting his head to look at Jaemin beneath him, face contorted with a mix of pain and pleasure and his pupils completely blown. Adorable.
“What do you need, sweetheart? Use your words.”
“Need you to take off your clothes,” Jaemin pleads. “Wanna feel you.”
Jeno complies easily, quickly stripping his shirt off before standing to tug his sweatpants and briefs off. Maybe he’s a little eager too, sue him.
Jaemin whines in the back of his throat when he sees Jeno’s hard cock slap up against his stomach, as if it’s his first time seeing the length.
“Missed me that badly, bun?” Jeno smirks, climbing back onto the bed.
“Shut up,” Jaemin mumbles with pink cheeks, and Jeno just chuckles and presses a quick kiss to his lips.
“Your turn now.” Jaemin shoots Jeno a confused look. “Take off your clothes for me, sweetheart. Give me a little show, hm?”
Jaemin bites his lip and nods cutely, slipping out from under Jeno to stand before him. His gaze is a little shy even after all the years they’ve known each other, let alone how long they’ve been dating.
Jeno sits back against the headboard, eyes half-lidded as he stares at his boyfriend.
Jaemin runs his hands down his own chest, lifting the edge of his shirt slightly to flash a bit of his toned stomach. He then turns around, bending down so that the little sleep shorts he’s wearing ride up slightly, showing off his ass.
Jeno feels his dick twitch against his stomach. If there was anything Jaemin was an expert at, it’s being a tease.
Jaemin slowly stands again, turning around to slip his shirt off. He has a little smirk on his face as he notices Jeno staring hungrily at his exposed upper body.
“Like what you see?”
“Mhm, love it,” Jeno murmurs dazedly. “You’re making me so hard…”
Jaemin eyes the precum leaking from the tip of Jeno’s cock, and his breath hitches in his throat.
“Fuck, Jeno,” Jaemin swears, sliding a hand up his chest and reaching up to play with one of his hard nipples, pinching it as he watches Jeno watch him. He looks so hot like this – gaze dark, hands gripping the sheets, veins in his arms showing.
Jaemin lets his hand travel downward until he can slip his fingers underneath the waistband of his shorts, slowly pulling them down until his hard-on springs free, and he pulls them down all the way until he can kick them across the floor.
Jeno can’t hold himself back anymore.
He pushes himself up and reaches forward to pull Jaemin down on top of him on the bed, grinning as his little bunny gasps in surprise.
“Not wearing any underwear?” Jeno inquires, hands roaming down Jaemin’s sides and making him shiver. “Have you been naughty without me, bun?”
Jaemin bites at his lip and looks away, but Jeno’s having none of it. He grips his boyfriend’s chin in one hand and forces him to look at him. “Answer me.”
“N-no, I promise,” Jaemin replies. “I just…I…don’t be mad, daddy.”
And damn it, every time Jaemin calls him that when they fuck he can’t help but give in to his every wish.
“Okay,” Jeno says breathlessly. “Did you touch yourself before I showed up? Or yesterday? Did you cum without me, baby?”
“No,” Jaemin says urgently, frowning like even the thought of it is wrong. “But I…I stretched myself out a little. So I could be ready for you…please don’t be upset.”
“I’m not upset,” Jeno gives him his signature eye smile so he knows it’s true. “When did you do it? Right before I got here?”
Jaemin shakes his head sheepishly. “I did it when I was…making the post…”
Jeno’s eyes darken. “You mean, you posted that with your fingers inside of you,” he says slowly, “thinking of me?”
“Yes…”
The thought of Jaemin, three fingers deep in his ass and using his other hand to post those pictures for millions of people while thinking about Jeno fucking him, is more than Jeno can take.
“God,” Jeno groans, pulling Jaemin in for a searing kiss by the back of his head. “You’re driving me fucking crazy, Jaem.”
“Want you so bad, Jeno,” his boyfriend murmurs against his lips. “Been thinking about this since we got on the plane to go home.”
Jeno drags one of his hands across Jaemin’s back as they continue kissing, Jaemin grinding his hips against Jeno’s thigh, just barely getting friction along his hard length. He sighs contentedly into Jeno’s mouth when his big hands finally reach down and cup his ass.
“Can I feel you, baby?” Jeno asks. “I know you already stretched yourself, but–”
“Yes,” Jaemin cuts him off. “Yes, please.”
Jeno reaches over and yanks Jaemin’s bedside drawer open, feeling for the bottle of lube he knows is stashed in there. He makes quick work of opening it and lubing up his fingers, then reaches down and traces his middle finger against the edge of Jaemin’s hole, making Jaemin curse under his breath.
He circles around it once, twice with his finger before he gently pushes it inside him, cock twitching in anticipation after feeling how tight Jaemin is.
“Stretched yourself and you’re still so tight,” Jeno murmurs into Jaemin’s ear.
His boyfriend whines and buries his face into Jeno’s pecs. “Need more…p-please, daddy.”
Jeno slips another finger inside him, slowly fucking them in and out of Jaemin, who can’t stop squirming against him.
“Keep still, baby,” Jeno warns.
“Can’t,” Jaemin whimpers. “‘m sorry, daddy, I’m just so…”
“So what?”
“I’m so horny, daddy.”
Jeno throws his head back against Jaemin’s pillow, the sweet scent of his boyfriend overwhelming him, and lets out a quiet groan. “Fucking christ.”
This boy was really going to be the death of him.
Jeno scissors his fingers inside Jaemin once, just to hear the moan he lets out, before sliding his fingers out completely and gripping at his hips.
“Get on all fours baby,” Jeno orders. “Wanna see that perfect little ass of yours.”
Jaemin scrambles off of him and instantly gets into position for Jeno, arching his back and turning his head to blink up at him with those big, innocent eyes, his long lashes framing them so prettily.
“Such a good boy,” Jeno murmurs, slotting in behind Jaemin and ghosting his fingertips up his thighs. “My perfect fuck bunny.”
A flush rises to Jaemin’s cheeks. “Daddy…”
“Shake that little ass for me,” Jeno commands. The pink stain on Jaemin’s cheeks only intensifies as he obeys, swaying his hips back and forth as Jeno admires the jiggle of his ass. “Good bunny.”
Jeno grips at one of Jaemin’s ass cheeks, squeezing the flesh and amazed at how soft he feels. He’s always so soft, so delicate, so perfect.
Jaemin gasps when he feels Jeno lick a stripe across his ass, letting out a muffled moan into his pillow. “J-Jeno, please.”
He feels so exposed when Jeno starts to pull his ass apart to reveal his pretty pink hole. “You’re so beautiful, baby.”
“Jeno, I can’t anymore, please,” Jaemin begs desperately. “Please fuck me.”
Jeno traces his thumb against Jaemin’s hole one more time. “Wanna try that again?”
“Please fuck me, daddy.”
“Better,” Jeno says, then lines up the head of his cock to Jaemin’s eager entrance.
He presses a soft kiss to Jaemin’s lower back before he slides the tip in, slowly pushing into Jaemin until he’s buried to the hilt.
“Oh, f-fuck!” Jaemin stammers out at the feeling of being so full and so stretched. He’s missed the feeling of Jeno inside him so much. Nothing filled him up the way he did.
“You’re so fucking tight, bunny,” Jeno grunts, doing his best to keep still as Jaemin adjusts around him. “Feels so good around my cock.”
Jaemin feels a little crazed as he feels Jeno everywhere – all of Jeno’s big cock inside him, Jeno’s fingers digging into his ass, his gaze fixated on his every movement. Jeno, Jeno, Jeno.
Before he’s even aware of it, he relaxes under Jeno’s touch and starts moving his hips a little to get some friction from his cock.
Jeno notices the movement right away. Doing his best not to do too much right away since it’s been awhile, Jeno slides a few inches of his cock out before giving an experimental thrust back in.
Jaemin lets out the prettiest sound he’s ever heard, and want spreads through Jeno’s body.
Jeno pulls out slowly until just his tip is inside Jaemin, then fucks into him again, deep and hard. It makes Jaemin grip his sheets in his fists with a loud moan.
“Feeling good, bunny?” Jeno pants out, slipping his cock out to repeat the movement. “You like how daddy’s cock feels inside you?”
“I–ah!” Jeno thrusts back inside him as Jaemin tries to answer. “Y-yes, daddy! Feels so fuckin’ good.”
“Yeah?” Jeno smirks. “Want me to go faster?”
Jaemin nods, face half-buried in his pillow as he tries to meet Jeno’s gaze from behind. “Yes, please.”
Jeno speeds up his thrusts slightly, but keeps burying his cock in deep. He knows Jaemin likes it that way.
“My sweet bunny,” Jeno praises as Jaemin lets out a litany of whines. “Needed to be fucked so bad, hm? Had to go show everyone how much you wanted it.”
Jaemin makes a noise that sounds like half-moan, half-protest. “Just want you…just wanted to be fucked by–oh!–y-you, daddy.”
“Could’ve just asked, baby,” Jeno says. “But you wanted everyone to see, didn’t you?”
Jaemin lets out a loud gasp when Jeno delivers a hard slap to his ass on a particularly deep thrust. He can feel how sticky and wet his own abdomen is getting with his own precum.
“Wanted everyone to know how much of a little whore you are,” Jeno slaps his ass again. “How needy you are.” Smack. “How naughty you are.” Smack. “Showing everyone what only I should be seeing.” Smack, smack, smack.
“N-no one,” Jaemin struggles to get the words out, he’s so fucking turned on. “No one gets to see me l-like this. Just you, daddy.”
“Yeah?” Jeno hums. “No one else gets to have you like this? Spread open on all fours, moaning like a little slutty bunny?”
Jaemin lets out a soft moan at his words. “Just you…only Jeno. You f-fill me up so good, feel so big inside me.”
As if to prove the point, Jeno thrusts into Jaemin hard, so hard his balls slap against his ass. “My bunny, no one else’s.”
Jaemin moans as Jeno starts fucking him even faster than before, going a little delirious from his cock. “All yours.”
“Fuck,” Jeno groans, grabbing at Jaemin’s ass with a bruising grip as he continues sliding his aching cock in and out of his tight hole. “Do you like the way daddy fucks you, bunny? Do you like getting me all riled up?”
“Ah, fuck – yes!” Jaemin cries out, hole starting to flutter around Jeno’s cock. “God, Jeno, I’m s-so fucking close!”
“Yeah, bunny? Are you gonna cum around my cock?” Jeno asks with a teasing lilt to his voice. “Gonna cum without me even touching you like the slutty bunny you are?”
Jaemin lets out an embarrassed whimper against the sheets. “Y-yes!”
“What about me, bun?” Jeno hums, fucking into Jaemin faster. “You gonna make me cum? Gonna let me cum inside you and breed you?”
“Oh my f-fucking–yes!” Jaemin gasps out. “Jeno, I can’t, please let me, I–”
Jeno’s not done teasing yet, though. “Are you sure? You want daddy to stuff his cum inside you and breed his sweet little bunny?”
“God, yes,” Jaemin cries. “Please, daddy!”
Jeno slows his thrusts to a stop. “Just me? Not any of your 13 mil–”
“No! F-fuck, no, Jeno,” Jaemin practically yells. “Just you! Only you can make me cum, only you can cum inside me, only you can fuck me the way I want. Only you.”
That’s what Jeno likes to hear. “Fuck, bunny. You’re getting me so close.”
“Please, Jeno,” Jaemin begs. “Please, daddy, I want it. I n-need to cum! I need to cum so bad, p-please–!”
“Cum for me, bunny,” Jeno finally says.
Jaemin lets out a muffled gasp into his pillow as he finally gets to cum for the first time in weeks, fisting his sheets as he arches his back and paints his own chest white.
He’s so tight around Jeno as he cums that Jeno can’t even move inside him, and seeing Jaemin reach his high makes Jeno’s cock twitch. He groans quietly as he takes Jaemin’s ass in both hands and grips it tightly around his cock as he cums deep inside of Jaemin.
Before his exhaustion catches up with him, Jeno takes Jaemin by the hips and flips him onto his back so that he’s lying on the bed. He’s looking up at him with his flushed cheeks, eyes teary and shiny, lips swollen, chest covered in cum, and Jeno’s marks littering his neck.
Jeno doesn’t even think before he scrambles to grab his phone from his pants on the floor.
He snaps a photo of Jaemin in his fucked out state, who pouts at him in confusion after the camera shutter sound resonates throughout the room.
“What’s that for?”
“Next time you decide to post a thirst trap,” Jeno explains, “I’m sending you this as a reminder.”
Jaemin raises an eyebrow at that. “A reminder?”
“That no one can fucking ever make you feel like this,” Jeno leans his head down and captures Jaemin’s lips with his own. “Except me.”
Jaemin grins against Jeno’s lips and cups his face with one hand. “Good. Don’t want anyone but you.”
Jeno grins back and kisses his boyfriend, his bunny, again and again.