Thlut Era (M)

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.”

[17:10]

warnings: renjun x afab!reader, pillow humping, slight scent kink, renjun gets caught

this is probably the most inconvenient thing renjun has ever done.

he’s currently getting himself off to the thought of you, his best friend, which is already inconvenient in itself. what’s worse, he’s humping his pillow pathetically while thinking about you, his hand not being enough anymore.

earlier, he had wrapped his fist around his aching cock, too horny to care about how he’d feel guilty afterwards. all the thoughts of you swirled in his mind over how touchy you seem to be around him. he wonders what you’d think if you saw him like this.

he’d push your hands away from him, push you away if you stared at him for too long. if he’d let you stare, he wouldn’t be able to stop himself from getting into his head, imagining your teary eyes as he fucked you.

all this pent up frustration leads him to tonight, fist gliding along his dick as he whines out your name. he tries to excuse it by saying this will be the only time he'll do this. until his fist doesn’t feel like enough, thoughts of you under him taking up too much of his mind.

without rationally thinking, he moves the pillow he was laying against under him, an embarrassed frown on his face as he straddles it. his cock is twitching against his stomach in anticipation, waiting for him to grind down onto the fabric.

he leans forward a bit, his cock pressing against his pillow. at the first roll of his hips, he lets out a small whine at the feeling. it doesn’t take long for him to find a good rhythm, the feeling too good for him not to like.

he practically collapses on top of the pillow, arms giving out as pleasure consumes him. he rubs his face against it, pretending it’s your neck he’s nuzzling into. one of his hands grips on to the side of the pillow, imagining it’s the soft skin at your hips that he's holding.

he’s imagining fucking his cock into your cunt, thinking about how your walls would clench around him. his tip leaks precum against the fabric, causing an easier glide for him. it’s so humiliating getting off like this when he could easily ask you.

he’s getting close embarrassingly fast, his hips fucking into the pillow at the thought of you. maybe next time when you sleepover, he’ll let you have his pillow, letting you put all of your scent on it. he’d be surrounded by you next time he gets off, all without you knowing-

his thoughts are interrupted by his phone vibrating nearby. he lets out an annoyed groan, too preoccupied to talk to anyone. he lets it ring, but another call comes right after. he sighs, fully plopping down on the pillow, checking who could be calling him at the worst time.

it’s you. he decides to answer. what could you possibly need right now?

“hey, renjun.”

at the sound of your voice saying his name, he can’t help but let his hips grind down into the pillow. it’s not like you know what he’s doing. he shakily answers, “hey, um, how are you?”

you want to laugh at how off he sounds. he's out of breath, his voice is shaky, and you swear you hear him roll around in bed. "doing fine. how are you? it sounds like you just finished running or something."

renjun immediately sits up straight. no way he's been caught that fast. "no, i just- i wasn't doing anything."

his voice is laced with something you can't quite place yet. he sounds cute though, reminding you of all the times you tease him. his cheeks would always go pink before he would push you away. for the sake of your friendship, you would always try to ignore it.

except now, it's just the two of you on a call. he's all yours right now, and you don't intend to stop teasing him. you sigh, "hm, i think you're lying, but it's fine. i just got home from class and i was bored."

"you were bored so you called me?" you can hear him huff on the other side of the call.

"yeah, wanted to call my favorite person," you laugh. a groan let out by renjun is followed right after, slightly muffled by something. you badly want to ask what he was doing, but that would be too easy. you'll play the long game.

"it's not like i have anything to do. i was super tired today, all i wanted to do was talk to you."

renjun is quiet on the other end. he doesn't mean to, but his hips start moving against the pillow again. he hates how easy it is for him to lose himself when it comes to you. he's trying to be subtle about it, slow grinds into his pillow and his hand covering his mouth as you talk about your day.

he feels a little like a pervert doing this, but it's not his fault he got interrupted. if someone else would have called him, it would've ruined it for him and he would've had to stop. but it was you who called him, and he can't help think about how nice your voice sounds to him right now.

maybe another time, you could help guide him, telling him to fuck his pillow like a loser. a small groan escapes his mouth at the thought, and he hears your voice stop. he should be scared, worried at what you might think, but your reaction just brings him closer to cumming.

"renjun?" you call out to him and he's trying hard to stifle his noises.

“mhm? sorry, i zoned out near the end.”

he’s being way too quiet for you. he still sounds out of breath, and put your ear the speaker of your phone. there’s huffs of breaths renjun is letting out and rustling noises coming from his end. what is he doing?

you don’t know what else to do but to joke around, “you’re not, like, jerking off or anything, right?”

and suddenly, the call is quiet. there’s no more hushed breaths or rustling, but complete silence on his end of the call. you feel a little shocked, because there’s no way he’s actually getting off, right? right?

“renjun, answer me.”

“n-no, i’m just laying down, i d-don’t-”

you don’t know what comes over you, “are you sure? should i come over and check for myself?”

“n-no!” renjun practically yells into the phone. despite his words, his hips begin grinding into the pillow again. why he loses all his composure around you? he’s not sure.

“hm, sorry about that. i guess it would be weird if your best friend asked if you were getting off on a call.” you raise the volume of your phone, hearing the hushed whines renjun lets out.

he’s definitely lying.

if renjun had the courage, he’d tell you to come over. he’d pin you down to his bed like how he has his pillow, driving his cock into you as you apologize for teasing him so much. he’d be surrounded by your scent, his lips pressing kisses to the skin of your neck.

the thought brings him close, and renjun realizes he’s quickly losing the battle of trying to hold off. he’s letting out small whines muffled into his pillow, his tip leaking all over his pillow as he picks up his pace. he doesn’t even realize that you stopped talking.

when he’s about to cum, he lets out a whine higher than he means it to be, his fingers trying to quickly mute his phone. before he can, you ask, “are you gonna cum, renjun? gonna cum for me?”

a moan of your name slips out of him as his hips stutter against the pillow, cum spurting out of his tip as it stains the fabric. he can imagine your walls clenching around him, the sound of your voice moaning his name as you cum around him.

you can feel yourself throbbing, having to cross your legs together to try to stifle the need building up in you. you’re not sure if he’s aware of how loud he’s being, whines and moans taking up all the call. you burn them into your memory, trying to imagine just how good he looks right now.

when he comes down from his high, you can hear him let out an embarrassed groan. you laugh at him as he tries to shush you. “didn’t know you could get so horny,” he can imagine the grin on your face, “why did you even answer the call if you were getting off?”

“you called me twice,” he huffs, “what if you were in an emergency?”

“think it would be very unfortunate if i told you that i was in danger while you had your hand wrapped around your dick.”

“i wasn’t doing that!”

you make a confused noise, “but weren’t you jerking off?”

renjun realizes he’s made this worse for himself. he can't just tell you he was using a pillow to get off. he isn't even supposed to tell anyone that he was getting off, let alone his best friend. he tries brushing it off, "why do you even want to know? you're literally crazy."

you're silent on the other end, and he assumes it's probably best to hang up. he ends the call, letting his phone fall in front of him as he lets out an embarrassed sigh. how did that even happen? you probably won't ever like him back now.

except, his phone starts vibrating again. when he goes to pick it up, it's an incoming facetime call from you. he stares at himself through the phone, his pink cheeks on display as he reluctantly answers. he's greeted with the image of you, looking a little too desperate as you stare at renjun.

you shift up to show more of yourself to renjun, "i wanna- i wanna see what you were doing. i'll show you how i get off, i just- just need to see you."

how is he supposed to say no when he sees you squirming in your spot? he props his phone up, a slightly humiliated look on his face as he shows you the pillow he was grinding against. he sees a smile form on your face, watches how your eyes widen at the sight.

it's not fair that he's doing this alone. "i need to see you, fuck- need to see you so bad. i'm like this because of you."

and like you always do, you tease him with that pretty smile on your face, "show me."

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