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Jeno found it difficult being in the spotlight.
Don't get him wrong, he loved his fans. Adored them, really, wanted to do anything for them. But sometimes, that same want was what consumed him for the worse.
He wanted to be the best he could be for everyone, wanted nothing more than to make everyone– anyone proud. It was an urge he'd had since a child, blindly following orders for any sense of praise, wanted to be acknowledged.
Jeno thinks maybe he's a bit greedy. Maybe the problem lied between wanting too much and never wanting what he needed.
It was never enough, no matter how much flattery he was given, it never scratched that deep itch in his bones. Because Jeno knew what he wanted but didn't know what he needed.
He couldn't figure it out, what he was missing, why the compliments online and the praises from his dance teachers and translators never reached him the way he needed. He didn't understand. Not at first, at least. Not until he got a taste of something else.
Jeno has always looked at Jaemin like he could spin the world in his palms.
Jaemin was strong willed, but never overbearing.
He was sweet, but not a pushover.
And he was brave, braver than Jeno ever thought he could be, and everyday he thanks his lucky stars they met that faithful day. Jaemin extending his warm hands out to him and Jeno took them into his own, never looking back even once.
To say they were stuck like glue would be an understatement.
Jaemin moved and Jeno followed.
That's just how they were.
And Jaemin never complained, never stopped leading, so Jeno never stopped following. He could come to the other about anything and everything–had come to him about anything and everything so Jeno figured this would be no different.
Maybe even Jaemin would know what it was he lacked. So when Jeno mustered up all his courage and stuttered through his words, something along the lines of "I'm trying to be as good to everyone as I can, but it's not enough", and "-please help?" what he definitely wasn't expecting was Jaemin to laugh.
"Nono," he had chuckled, threading his fingers into Jeno's soft black hair and ruffling much like you would to a dog, Jeno's eyes going cross as he tried to look at the hand touching him.
"You just need some direction. Stick by me," Jeno would never forget, could never forget his words as they rung in his ear like gold.
"You only need to worry about being good for me."
Jeno's breath hitched then.
He had always looked up to Jaemin. Always felt something deeper than mere friendship for Jaemin and he was aware the other felt the same.
But when he spoke these words, something switched in his mind. No, not switched. Clicked. And suddenly Jeno knew what he wanted– what he needed.
He needed to be good.
For Jaemin.
So that's what he set out to do.
it started out small. Jeno doing little things to gather further attention from Jaemin.
Further, because Jaemin had always given Jeno his attention. But as of late, it felt like he needed more, for all of it to be focused on him solely.
He let himself be cuter, let his guard down more and more, being less and less modest with his needs. Jeno seeked Jaemin out more, looking for his advice with even the smallest things and when making a choice, he based it heavily on whatever he was told, knew Jaemin would never lead him wrong.
He worked harder, practiced longer, and stood straighter, practically preening under Jaemin's eye. And much to Jeno's delight, Jaemin's praise was never ending. Jaemin had started out small, too.
Little things like,
"you're doing so well, nono."
and,
"how about you do this, nono?"
But soon his words became more and more direct, less and less vague with his advice until it turned into him bluntly telling Jeno what to do.
It became routine. Jeno would need someone to guide him and there Jaemin's hand would be, pushing or pulling him in the right direction.
Quite literally at times, tugging Jeno into nearby closets and sticking a hand down his sweats or around his throat, just to take the edge off. Praising him in a different way in private, words more hushed, more personal than simply telling him what to do and what not to.
He noticed how Jeno seemed to be drawn to him, always ending up by his side even if he had originated in the other side of the room. How Jeno would go entirely limp against his hands whenever he touched him.
How Jeno seemed to always get tired around him, always ended up nodding off in Jaemin's bed, tucked snug under his arm and sleeping like a baby. Jaemin knew every bit of him, touched every inch of his skin.
Well, almost.
They never kissed. Never had sex.
Jaemin knew what it would mean to Jeno and knew what it would mean to himself so he resisted, knew that when they were ready to take that step they would. That they would know when it was time. He knew exactly what Jeno needed because Jaemin needed it to.
They fit like that, Jeno needing to be guided and Jaemin needing to guide. They had no label, didn't know exactly what their label would be, but they were exclusive. They were constantly developing, constantly bending and molding to fit each other's needs. Even at the most unorthodox of times.
Jeno was having a hard time.
They were backstage undressing, changing into their outfits for the next stage, already chattering with each other excitedly about the crowds reactions. But Jeno was stuck in his head, body feeling like it was made out of heavy metal– he had messed up.
Not once, but twice, been slow to a next move, trailing behind his members just slightly in a way that wasn't noticable to the audience. But Jeno noticed. And Jaemin did too with the way he was looking at Jeno mope silently.
He approached smoothly, grabbing Jeno's arm and tugging him along to a desolate corner of a backroom. It was dark, a little cold in the room, but that wasn't what had goosebumps raising on Jeno's skin. It was the way Jaemin reached out, placing a hand on Jeno's neck and squeezing just enough to have Jeno stuttering out a breath and tumbling into Jaemin like jelly.
"I messed up," Jeno blurted out, staring at Jaemin with dark eyes and grasping at his wrists with both hands lightly.
"Minnie– Minnie I messed up. They're gonna be so disappointed, so–"
"Shh," Jaemin spoke calmly, squeezing his throat just barely and pressing a kiss to his temple when Jeno relaxed into him further, his hold firm when Jeno leaned his weight onto Jaemin.
"You don't do it for them. You do it for me, remember?" Jeno nods dumbly and Jaemin continues.
"You made me so proud out there, always do so well for me, nono. Love you so much." He speaks, counting Jeno's pulse in the back of his mind as it begins to slow in time with his squeezes.
"Promise?"
"Promise."
Jeno's eyes go hazy at him before they shut entirely, grip on his wrist loosening as he lets out a shaky breath, muscles unlocking from lack of tension.
"Love– love you, Minnie." And Jaemin can't help the small smile spreading across his face at how lovely Jeno truly is.
But soon Jaemin's eyes lift to glance at the clock in the room, noticing that their time was running out.
"C'mere nono," He pulls his hand from Jeno's neck slowly, adjusting the collar of his shirt before pressing another kiss to his forehead this time when Jeno stares up at him with nothing but adoration in his eyes.
"I've got you." Jaemin says earnest, as always, and Jeno believes him, as always.
"G-got you too." Jaemin grins in response as he tugs Jeno along with him back to the main area just in time for them to be ushered back onto the stage. Jeno holds his hand tight and follows blindly back into the beaming lights, mistakes long forgotten.
It goes like this; Jeno gets in his head. Jaemin fixes it with his hands or his mouth, making Jeno cum and float back to his senses. Jaemin holds him until he falls asleep in his arms. Then it repeats.
Jaemin never has Jeno touch him nor does he touch himself in the presence of Jeno, especially not in his headspace.
'because it's not about me,'
Jaemin mumbled into Jeno's hair when the dark haired had asked.
'you come first.'
Jaemin treats Jeno like glass, like he's something special– special to Jaemin. Everytime they're alone together, he makes a point to care for Jeno in a way no other ever has. And even when his hands aren't in his shorts, even when in front of others, Jaemin is still the same.
Still caring. Still insists on hand feeding him, on intertwining their fingers, on making Jeno walk on the inside of the sidewalk away from the street for his own safety. Because that's always been his priority. Jeno's wellbeing.
It all makes him feel a bit... Small. Like he's something to be protected. Like it's okay for someone like him, someone of his strength and height, to want to be protected.
Jeno loves it.
Jeno might love it a little too much, it seems, because as the days progress Jaemin becomes less of his band-mate of more of just his. His Jaemin. Jeno knows very clearly Jaemin feels the same, that they both harbor the same feelings and are on the same page, a page that fits incredibly for the both of them.
They weren't in any rush. Both Jeno and Jaemin have been doing a lot better and anyone could see it. It's all good, serves both their needs and works everytime without fail.
Until it doesn't.
Because they're filming a behind the scenes of practice and Jeno can't calm down. Jeno had been on edge all day and after fighting it down for hours it was finally starting to bubble over.
Jaemin finds his side quickly, placing a heavy hand on his thigh and squeezing from where they sit on the floor and Jeno quickly turns his head to hide in the crook of Jaemin's neck, panting in panic as he feels the beginnings of an anxiety attack creeping up his nervous system.
"Minnie," he wheezes weakly, the name a tell tell sign of exactly where Jeno's mind was.
But the camera is still rolling, so Jaemin wraps an arm around Jeno's body, leaning into him and smiling like he said something funny.
"Hold it together for me, nono." He whispers, head turned away so it isn't caught on film.
"I need you to hold it together. Can you do that?"
"Can't, can't–" Jeno slumps down against Jaemin, trying to drown in his scent, trying to hold it together but it's not working and Jeno is ten seconds away from really losing it.
And Jaemin, his wonderful lovely Jaemin, senses it. One moment Jeno's sitting and the next he's standing with Jaemin ushering him towards the door.
"Go to my room and wait for me," he starts, rubbing the back of Jeno's head reassuringly before pulling back.
"I'm going to tell them you felt sick and I'll meet you there as soon as I finish explaining. Understand?"
Jeno feels a wave of tears well up in his eyes as he nods firmly at Jaemin, gaze swirling with appreciation. "Go, nono."
And Jaemin doesn't need to say anything more for Jeno to turn on his heel and rush towards their dorm. Jeno figured being in Jaemin's room, something so concentrated with the scent of Jaemin would be soothing to his system, would make breathing come a little easier.
But if anything it only serves to make it worse because it's reminder that even in his room surrounded by the things of Jaemin, Jaemin isn't here. Something that becomes painfully obvious as Jeno begins to grip at his own chest, air clogging in his lungs and legs shaking violently.
Jeno couldn't do this.
His mind rattles in his skull, falling deeper and deeper into that dark pit that he so desperately avoids.
Where was Jaemin?
Did he forget?
Could he forget about Jeno?
He'd be there soon, he'd be here, Jeno reminds himself over and over, leaning heavily against a wall as tears spring to his eyes. It feels like the room is spinning, like it's caving in on him steadily and Jeno might just pass out, he might just–
But then Jaemin is right there, quickly embracing Jeno in his toned arms, and Jeno hadn't even heard the door open.He shoves his face in Jaemin's chest, bottom lip wobbling, babbling together nonsense sentences between his cries and Jaemin simply hushes him gently.
He's caging him in with steady hands and firm touches, grounding him– saving him.
He's so sturdy in comparison to Jeno's crumbling figure and Jeno's mind is still in a jumble, clinging to Jaemin for dear life while the other holds him confidently, like he knows what's best for Jeno right now.
Jeno touches everywhere, hands never staying in the same place as he feels Jaemin's body, makes sure he's really there, that he's really here with him. He feels every inch of him, squeezing his arms and rubbing over his back.
He's broad in all the right places, large shoulder blades and firm chest, big arms and toned stomach, tall in height, just enough to slightly tower over Jeno when he's crumbled in like this.
He's strong too, holding Jeno's waist in calloused fingers, looming above him like a protector, like a caretaker, just like– just like a–
"Daddy," Jeno chokes out, the word bursting out from between his lips and Jeno is so shocked, so embarrassed from his own mouth he starts crying harder.
He feels Jaemin pause in his rubbing against his skin and Jeno holds on tighter, afraid Jaemin will want to leave him, afraid that he's just ruined everything. But then Jaemin does the exact opposite. Jeno is being lifted into his arms, thighs immediately clasping around his waist as Jaemin leads him to the bed, he sits on the edge of it, gently pulling Jeno's face away from his chest to look into his eyes but Jeno won't open his. He knows what Jaemin's face must look like.
Confusion. Shock. Disgust.
"Nono," Jaemin whispers, leaning forward to press soft kisses across his face and making Jeno whimper at the gentleness.
"Nono, open your eyes for me." And even scared as he is, Jeno doesn't deny him of it, opening his eyes and finally taking in Jaemin's expression.
Jaemin is beautiful as always, Jeno thinks as he sniffles, tears still running down his face. His sharp jaw, high cheekbones and full lips, pretty eyes. Eyes that... look at Jeno warmly, fondly, not a hint of disgust in his stare and Jeno feels himself warming in the face.
Jaemin thinks Jeno looks ethereal. Lips pouting and eyes puffy and red much like his nose, face flushed a rosey pink.
"Is that what you want me to be, nono?" He asks honestly, searching in Jeno's eyes.
"You want me to be your daddy?" Jeno's hands clench and unclench on Jaemin's shoulders in anxiety, nodding meekly.
"I would love to be that for you, nono. But I need you to use your words."
Jaemin says, hands rubbing along Jeno's waist down to his hips and Jeno feels like he's on edge, like everything they've done has been building up to this very moment, like he just need something to push him over and–
"You wanna be daddy's babyboy?"
The change in nickname has Jeno breaking again, whining, tugging Jaemin into his embrace with a hiccuping sob until their heads touch.
"yesyesyes, yes, daddy, daddy I need– need you–"
Jaemin tilts his head up, brushing their lips together just barely as he speaks, every word moving his mouth against Jeno's like a phantom ghost and Jeno wants it so bad.
"Do you want daddy to kiss you?"
"please–"
Jeno cries and Jaemin ends the distance between them immediately, arm around Jeno's waist forcing him to arch into his touch, kissing him slowly and taking his time to lick into Jeno's mouth who opens up easily. Jeno tangles his fingers in Jaemin's soft strands of hair, rocking his hips down and oh Jaemin's so hard.
Jeno did that.
Jeno made him that pleased.
The knowledge of such has him pressing down just that much harder against Jaemin, whimpering into his mouth in answer to the groan his daddy let's out.
His daddy.
Jeno feels out of his mind in the best way, as if there's nothing in the world except for his daddy and him. Jaemin sucks his lower lip into his mouth, trailing a hand down to slip into the back of Jeno's sweats to cup his ass firmly in his palm and Jeno absolutely trembles much to his amusement.
Jaemin pulls back, a string of saliva connecting them, and Jeno chases his lips with a weak sounding cry, wanting to be closer than close. And Jaemin must understand because then he's using his hold on Jeno's backside to rock his hips down harder, leaning forward to kiss along his jaw with now spit slick lips.
The feeling sends an shock down Jeno's spine, springing him into speaking.
"Please p–please," he gasps, hands clutching Jaemin's shoulders, shaking ontop of him and tugging at his shirt. "Off–off."
Jaemin pulls back just enough to tug his and Jeno's shirt off of their bodies, tossing them out of the way and licking down Jeno's chest. Jeno threads his fingers into the others hair as a warm mouth encloses around one of his nipples, hips bucking recklessly and the vibration of Jaemin laughing around his sensitive skin has his eyes rolling back.
"Patience," He says as he pulls back, drawing a circle with his tongue over the pink nub as he begins tugging down Jeno's pants and underwear until they fall off his legs. "Daddy's got you."
Jeno goes limp, partially because of Jaemin's words, and partially because of Jaemin trailing a slick finger around his rim. He pushes his hips back desperately, rocking against his fingertip and pressing until it pushes inside of him with a sharp gasp.
"An–another, daddy, please– ah!"
Jeno squeaks as a slap is landed on his thigh, digging his nails into Jaemin's shoulder.
"What did I say?"
"Patience," Jeno hiccups, hugging Jaemin to his chest. "Daddy– daddy's got me."
"That's my boy. Can you loosen up for me, hm? Let daddy make you feel good?"
And if Jeno wasn't already leaking, his cock was drooling now. He nods vigorously, burying his nose in Jaemin's hair and staying still to let Jaemin treat him. And treat him does he, slipping his finger in entirely and thrusting slowly until he loose enough to add another and another until he's three fingers deep and Jeno's crying in frustration from it being so much and not enough all at once.
He knows what he wants, what he's waited so long for, and he'd be damned if he went any longer without it. Jeno paws at Jaemin's crotch, tugging at the drawstring, whining weakly and sniffling from his own tears and Jaemin pulls back slightly from his tight embrace to peck Jeno's pout with a soft mumble.
"Manners."
"P–please!" Jeno says without hesitation, speaking incoherently soon after as his hips are lifted and he finally finally feels Jaemin's length kissing his entrance.
Jaemin rolls his hips lightly, letting the wide tip catch on his rim as he squeezes Jeno's hips tightly, keeping him from pushing down too soon and potentially hurting himself. Even in moments like this when Jaemin wants nothing more than to finally feel the heat of Jeno's body properly; his wellbeing still comes first to Jaemin.
To Jeno? Not so much.
"Please please, so close soclosesoclose–" Jeno's mouth falls open in a silent cry as Jaemin pushes in slowly, grip on his shoulders turning deadly once Jaemin's really inside, and Jeno feels another wave of emotion flare over his entire being at just the thought of them being like this.
The thought of them finally being connected fully, nothing between them but skin, their chests pressed together and hearts beating against each other as one in time with the other. It's all so personal, so real, and Jeno knows it's not just sex they're making.
It's love. Jaemin pushes his hips down, down, down until their thighs touch, Jeno shakes in his arms, clenching tight and Jaemin and Jeno both let out twin hisses at the feeling of each other. His daddy feels amazing, Jeno thinks, just like how he knew he would.
Jeno loves him so much, his sweet, lovely, wonderful daddy. But Jeno doesn't have much time to think about how sweet, lovely, and wonderful his daddy is before he starts moving, gripping Jeno firm in his hands and lifting him up and down slowly as he thrusts up in time to match his every drop.
Jeno throws his head back with a debauched sound, thighs already tingling and Jaemin brushes right past his prostate and oh, Jeno wasn't going to last long at all. Jaemin leans forwards to kiss down the now exposed expansion of his throat, suckling lightly at his adams apple and making Jeno keen in need.
"Daddy–" he gasps as he hears the squelching sounds of their bodies meeting in between, ears burning red as they take it all in.
The sounds of their love making, the nonsensical noises Jeno's making and the reverent mumbling of praises Jaemin speaks into his skin.
"My babyboy. Taking me so well, hm? So pretty."
He pulls back to tug Jeno's head down, making their eyes meet as he rolls his hips fluidly and uses his free hand to grind Jeno down hard to match him, effectively pressing himself directly into Jeno's prostate. And also, just as effectively, causing Jeno to spasm in his arms, would have fallen off his lap by now if it wasn't for his daddy's strong hold on him.
Jeno squeals, bangs sticking to his forehead now bouncing as he begins to bounce in Jaemin's lap, plump cherry red lips covered in the drool falling out from between them.
"Daddy, da–"
Jeno attempts to speak but is cut short by let another thrust against his prostate, Jaemin's stomach flexing with every pump up into Jeno's pliant body as he watches, really watches Jeno properly fall apart on his cock.
Jaemin's feels just as out of it as Jeno though he channels that feeling into his hips, steadily growing deeper and pushing Jeno's limits much to the others pleasure. He eyes Jeno's hard cock between their bodies, taking his hand from Jeno's hair to trace a circle around the red head of it and grinning as Jeno jerks violently ontop of him, grinding down harder.
"Please please-"
"Tell me who's pretty little cock this is, baby."
Jeno scrambles for the ability to speak once he feels Jaemin stop his movements in response to not getting an answer, desperately blurting out.
"Daddy's! It's– it's–" his mouth falls open once more as Jaemin wraps a hand around him, resuming his punishing pace and jerking him off in time.
"And who's hole is this?"
"Daddy's!" Jaemin bites at his ear once Jeno slumps forward, exhausted and letting his daddy take control entirely, whispering into it and twisting his wrist around Jeno's member.
"And who's good boy are you?"
"Daddy's!" Jeno sobs out wholeheartedly, dragging his nails down Jaemin's back and thrusting up into his fist.
"G–gonna g'uh– cum! Le–let nono cuh– please?"
Jaemin feels himself pulse heavily inside of Jeno as he listens to Jeno speak– god, if it could even be counted as speaking, he thought kindly. Jeno was clenching so tight, wound up so far he was barely holding onto Jaemin's shoulders now and Jaemin felt something warm in his chest at how even now, so far gone, Jeno still wanted to have permission first.
Trusted Jaemin enough that he would give him permission to control when he came.
And by God was Jaemin going to make him cum.
Jaemin smiled warmly, kissing across Jeno's tear stained face and rubbing his palm over the tip of Jeno's length roughly.
"Cum, baby. Let go for daddy."
And Jeno comes so hard that for several seconds he doesn't even think he's breathing. Jaemin pants and his grip on Jeno turns bruising for just a moment, fucking into him still as he chases his release, holding Jeno still and supporting his dead weight at the same time.
He's right there, can feel his climax right in hands reach when he hears Jeno mumble out something in between his sharp oversensitive gasps. "What'd you say, baby?" Jaemin pushes out weakly, eyes widening as he stops his movement per the hand on his stomach requests.
Jeno lift himself up with that very hand braced against him before leaning back and putting both hands on Jaemin's thighs. He looks at Jaemin from behind dark lashes and even darker hair, shaking as he starts to ride Jaemin again, biting into his lip at the feeling of so much stimulation after coming just moments before.
"B-baby– Wha–"
"Want," Jeno pants, eyes teary and endlessly loving as he stares into Jaemin's shocked orbs. His knees wobble on each side of his daddy's hips and his thighs burn but Jeno will see it through.
"W–wanna make.. m–make my daddy cum." He confesses finally, flush returning to his face tenfold as the words ring out into the air, silence overtaking them briefly. It doesn't last very long though because Jaemin let's out a deep rumbling sound that has Jeno shivering, hands returning to both his hips gently and lifting him up and pulling him down fully in a sweet rhythm.
Jeno's eyes water further at the feeling, gasping out wetly as Jaemin helps him bring him to completion, guiding him but still letting Jeno lead, and Jeno's heart is so full that when Jaemin smiles up at him so brightly it almost hurts.
"Then... We'll do it just like this, baby. Slow and easy. You gonna take care of daddy?"
"T–take care of daddy... M'guh– g'nna."
Jeno nods his most earnest now, shakily leading his tired body in time with Jaemin's rhythm, while the latter bends to trail kisses down Jeno's flexing stomach, groaning low from within.
"Close, so close, baby, just a little more." Jeno whimpers airily, dropping down just that much harder with the help of his body weight.
"In–inside," he slurs, arching his body into his daddy's wet open mouthed kisses.
"Need it, d–daddy cum inside."
Jaemin makes a borderline wounded sound at his words, hips thrusting up to burying himself in time that Jeno clenches and pushes himself down fully one last time.
They both moan as Jeno is filled, thick spurts of Jaemin's affection lining his walls. Jaemin pulls Jeno forward immediately wrapping his arm around his waist and cupping the side of his face, turning his head here and there to check for any soreness from having it tipped back but Jeno whines and Jaemin relents, pecking his lips slowly and letting them feel each other's lips fully.
There's no tongue, just sweet movements against each other as Jeno loops his arms around Jaemin's neck while they fall back on the mattress, twining giggles matching as their smiles touch, noses bumping, hearts laying beside one another.
Jaemin's still lodged inside him and he knows they'll have a struggle cleaning up if they wait, but neither complain, holding each other in their warm loving embrace as they share whispers together into their skin. Just for those two to know. As they drift into sleep Jeno mumbles out.
"I love you daddy." And right as Jeno's closing his eyes, about to let unconsciousness fawn over him like a blanket he hears Jaemin's voice, comforting circles drawn into his back to match the familiar sound, sweet and memorable.
"I love you more, babyboy."
EXTRA;
"Jeno?" Said male hums in response to his name being called, playing with the bubbles in the bath and leaning back against Jaemin's broad chest.
"How about I be more than just your daddy?"
At this, Jeno finally lifts his head, turning slightly to look at Jaemin's smiling face with confusion dotting his own. Jaemin coos at his expression, unable to resist the urge to leave a kiss on his pouted lips.
Jeno kisses back reflexively, staring up at him expectantly as they part just enough to speak, foreheads touching.
"How about I be your boyfriend too?"