♡ jeno.

@✾ ⋰ sabrina c. "You always look cute, but I think you look the cutest when you have messy hair and you're a little sleepy", Jeno cooed down at her while he draped his arms around her waist, pulling her even closer as soon as his fingers were interlaced behind her back, his nose brushing along her cheek before he pressed a kiss down right below her ear, his arms tightening around her to have her as close as possible even though they were basically pressed together from chest to hip.

And like that, he breathed out a laugh, the sound half-hidden in her hair and neck, his eyes closing while he tucked his face into the crook of her shoulder. "I sure hope you're wearing absolutely nothing beneath this dress, because I'm sure as hell not wearing anything under these joggers. Wanna check?"

@— ✾ ⋰ jeno l. Slipping past Jeno to quickly get inside his room, she giggled to herself in slight embarrassment. Here he was, enjoying a comfortable night in with snacks in his bed and dressed down, and she put herself together for no reason other than just wanting to. Her gaze traveled along the lines of Jeno's body, shamelessly showing her enjoyment of his arms in the muscle shirt. With a light shrug, she wrapped her arms around his neck and grinned. "I just wanted to look cute, baby. But you look hot as always, and so effortlessly, too."

Sabrina leaned in and pecked him on the corner of his lips, humming to herself. Her grin turned a bit more playful as she tilted her head to the side, her fingertips playing with the hair along his nape. "Buuuut, you should see what I have on underneath the dress," she chuckled. She didn't have anything on at all and it took a lot in her to not shudder every time the cool air would hit her exposed skin underneath the thin dress.

@✾ ⋰ sabrina c. It had been a while since Jeno had allowed himself a day off, just because. Just because he needed some rest and me-time, just because he wanted to go shopping for a little bit, get out of the lounge and away from life for a couple hours. That didn't mean he had wanted to get away from Sabrina, but returning to the lounge a little less on edge and a little more relaxed than he usually was, benefitted her as well. He had already been in bed with a couple snacks when she had texted him, binge watching his favorite Netflix show - and he was still in bed when the knock at his door resonated across the room.

"Someone's looking nice", he laughed when he opened the door to let her slip into the room, his eyes raking up and down her body to drink in her slightly dolled up appearance, while he himself was clad in nothing but a pair of joggers and a muscle shirt. "Why did you dress up, hm? It's not like I'll appreciate this dress and these heels for longer than five minutes, love."

@— ✾ ⋰ jeno l. Sabrina didn't want to admit how badly she needed to see Jeno, but it was apparent in how quickly she came to his door. Blonde hair pulled into a low ponytail with a red ribbon tied into a bow, a little black satin slip dress, and the closest heels she could put on - she still looked a little dolled up, but not too much. She wouldn't need the clothing for very long. Biting down on the corner of her lower lip, she knocked a few times on the door. "Baby- it's me, I'm here," she said, not too loudly, so as to not disturb anyone else or draw too much attention to herself. After all, their relationship was supposed to be kept secret, but if anyone asked... it was just friendly coworker stuff. Of course.

@✻ ⋰ momo h. "As if I don't know that", Jeno rolled his eyes before reaching up and grabbing her by the jaw, forcing open so he could slip two of his fingers onto her tongue, his other hand sliding down onto her hip to pull her forward and properly into his lap, his pressing into her barely clothed core in a way that made him groan, if only quietly and cut-off. She was hot against him even through the layers of fabric separating them, her tongue wet and smooth against his fingers in a way that made his head spin a little bit.

"As if I don't know you come to me to put you in your place. Women are funny creatures, aren't they? You want to be so powerful. You scare the men in your board rooms to the point of making their blood freeze. And then you come here and want to be degraded, called my little and ed dumb until you can barely remember your own name. You come here and want to be used and toyed with. Fascinating", he rumbled out while pressing his fingers down into her tongue, almost as if he was trying to make her gag. "And now that we've established that... get on your knees and use that pretty mouth of yours. I think today is a day where I'll use those pretty holes of yours and see where it takes us."

@— ✾ ⋰ jeno l. Momo whined, the sharp points of her manicured nails digging into his chest, her hips grinding against his hardness, back arching into the hand teasing the sharp point of her . A moan parting her lips, his words dredging up memories from the times he'd done /exactly/ those to her after she'd finally tested his patience enough. Of course, that had been exactly what she wanted, and she loved nothing more than when he ed her to an inch of consiousness, until she was a blubbering mess begging for more. "What's there to be scared about?" Her voice shook, even at a low whisper, "I don't come here to be in control," She told him, even though she was the one struggling to let it go right now.

@✻ ⋰ momo h. "Is that so?", Jeno asked, almost challenging her despite the fact that his voice never strayed from his rather conversational tone, even as he dragged the edge of her bra down so he could roll her sensitive, pretty between the side of his index and the pad of his thumb. The touch wasn't strong, only teasing, his eyes never leaving hers for a single second. And yet, while he was the perfect picture of poise and calm, he wasn't unaffected. He was hard in his slacks, his eyes nearly completely black with lust as he took in her appearance, the slow descent into madness he could watch unfold right in front of him.

"You like getting yourself into trouble, is the problem. You like it when you get me mad so I just flip you over and spank you. Or when I bend you into the nearest wall and you without giving you so much as a warning. What's different, today?", he continued then, reaching between them with his free hand to unbuckle his belt and pop the button of his slacks open with nothing more than a flick of his fingertips. "Are you /scared/, Momo? Scared you won't be able to control yourself?"

@— ✾ ⋰ jeno l. Momo’s brows furrowed in concentration, her deft fingers struggling to stay on task as her body responded obediently his touch. Quiet, needy mewls parted her lips as he traced along her ribcage, her hips slowly rocking with the motion.

Her eyes, which had fallen shut, fluttered open to meet his through hooded lashes, “Hm.. well my mouth only ever gets me in trouble…” she admitted, back arching into his thumb, hissing through her teeth as he teased the sensitive nerves, “ah…I thought…” She gasped, searching through the raunchy, vulgarity of the forefront of her mind for her ability to form a sentence, “Quiet… would be better,”

@✻ ⋰ momo h. Jeno didn't move, at first, even as Momo climbed into his lap like an obedient, cuddly cat and her fingers started to work on the buttons of his dress shirt, silk parting easily beneath her nimble little fingers and sharp, perfectly manicured nails.
And then, as slowly as if they had all the time in the world and Momo wasn't paying him by the minute basically, he lifted his hands and trailed them along the outsides of her thighs and then along her hips, trailing higher and higher to play along the spaces between her ribs.

"Cat got your tongue?", he asked softly, a clearly teasing lilt to his voice as he cocked his head to the side, still smiling his smug little smile, even as he reached up with one hand to press a thumb into her , before teasing it through the material of her bra. "Usually you're a lot more talkative."

@— ✾ ⋰ jeno l. A shiver trailed her spine, her skin cooling as the warmth of Jeno's touch left her skin. Her eyes followed him hungerily with each step he took across the room. Silk whispered across her skin, her bare feet taking one step after another, like a tether, or rather, a leash, drew her toward him until stopped only inches from his knee. Gazing at him through hooded eyes, she shifted until she was straddled comfortably in this lap, throwing her long locks over her shoulder to keep it out of the while as she leaned forward, a gasp escaping her parted lips as the thick cords of muscles in his thigh dug into her bare skin. Her lithe fingers moved slowly, starting from the top bottom of his vest, slipping each button off with immaculate care.

@✻ ⋰ momo h. The thing with Momo was - and would forever be - she was a woman in power who enjoyed being bossed around. It wasn't the first time he saw it and it wouldn't be the last time. She wasn't his only client to enjoy it, after all. Letting go of the whip she was holding day and in and day out and put it into someone else's hand. And it was what thrilled Jeno, what got him going, what made his blood boil, really. He would never take her power from her against her will, but seeing her surrender it to him, offer it to him on a black, lace covered tray...
"Now that's not exactly what I meant, but good job regardless", he chuckled while letting go of her and taking a step back. And then another. And another. Until he could sit down in the plush armchair in the corner of his room, motioning a hand down his body. "I wanted you to undress /me/, darling. Not yourself. That would have been my job, but alas. How about you get to work, huh?"

@— ✾ ⋰ jeno l. It should've been embarrassing, the way her body trembled with desire from the slightest ministrations of his hand, the whimper which passed from her parted lips in protest of his threat. It might've been embarassing if it had been anyone but Jeno, afterall, this was the exact reason she continued to come back week after week. The resolve in her eyes were nothing but a shadow when her hands finally twitched to life, gliding over the expensive silk of her blouse, freeing button after button until the material hung open from her shoulders, her black lace bra now on display. Her fingers moved to her trousers next only taking a second before stepping out and kicking them away, this time revealing the matching black lace of her .

@✻ ⋰ momo h. Lifting a brow at her, Jeno's mouth quirked in a crooked smirk, the hand he had in her hair sliding down into her nape as if he was grabbing an unruly kitten, giving her neck a warning squeeze while his other hand started tugging her blouse out of her pants. "Oh, I don't know", he mused out loud, tongue wetting over his bottom lip, his fingertips ghosting across her stomach. "Look at you. Already so breathless. Meanwhile I'm in my suit, completely fine. The question isn't what I would have /you/ do about it. The question is what /you/ want to do about /that/. I'm perfectly fine tying you up and getting a toy to do the job while I watch you. You know I enough for the both of us. So. What is it going to be, hm, little queen?"

@— ✾ ⋰ jeno l. Momo's breath hitched, a quiet whimper escaping her lips, the authority in his voice igniting her body in just the way she had been craving. "Is it not?" She uttered, the challenging tone she intended nowhere to be found although her hands made no move to correct her attire, only glancing down at herself ever so slightly, then back up to the man, "And what would you have me do about it?" apparently they were playing games today

@✻ ⋰ momo h. He watched with darkened eyes as her hair came undone, pin by tiny pin, the sound of them clattering to the floor the only noise in his room beside their breathing. He liked getting her here, no music, no television running in the background. She had to face him, had to face herself and that was exactly what Jeno wanted her to do.

"Not quite", he shook his head as he adjusted her grip on her hair, wrapping the long locks around his fist to hold her in place. "Is that the only things that's a little too prim and proper? You think two buttons undone to show your bra will be enough? As if your driver hasn't seen you in less clothes than me, right now. Are we playing games today, Momo? Is that it?

@— ✾ ⋰ jeno l. A simple touch, like the flip of a switch, one whos access she allowed to few, her defiance in her eyes faded and she leaned into his hand. Her own hand slid up her chest, trailing past her neck, her eyes remaining locked in his as she plucked the pins holding her bun together out one by one, letting them drop to the floor until her long black locks fell around his hand and down her back loosely. The tension between her brows loosened with her hair, "better?" she breathed, breath shallowing in anticipation.

@✻ ⋰ momo h. "As far as the government knows", Jeno smiled at her innocently, cheeks turning his eyes into crescent shapes, even as he closed the door and adjusted her carelessly kicked off her stilettos beneath the bench her purse was now resting on. When he turned, she was already in front of him, looking up at him without the heels to bring them closer together in height.

"No, you're not, but you're also not here to be in control", he agreed, reaching up with a single hand to brush his fingers across her cheek and then the side of her neck, before they curled around her bun and tilted her head back. "You're too put together still, darling. Get a little messy for me before I you, why don't you?"

@— ✾ ⋰ jeno l. Momo rolled her eyes, "Shut up, Jeno," She grumbled moodily, painted lips pressed firmly in a frown as she stepped through the threshold into his room, dropping her purse onto the bench by the door and kicking off her red-bottomed stilettos. "We're a perfectly legal organization, thank you very much," she corrected, despite her and jeno both knowing that wasn't entirely true. "But I'm not here to discuss my family," She finally turned back to him, doing her best to hide the anticipation brew through her body as she closed the distance between them, red lips struggling to hide the smile forming. "Or my job, for that matter," she added, head tilting back to look him in the eyes without the help of her heels.

@✾ ⋰ sabrina c. "That's the point", Jeno rumbled against , teeth sinking rather violently into her bottom lip to drag it into his own mouth. It would probably bruise, if he wasn't careful. And any mark on her body would get her into trouble and him as well, perhaps, but if he cared. He wanted to see what that kind of trouble would bring upon them. "What I'm doing to you right now is to torture you and nothing else. I want to see if you can be a good girl and not before I tell you that you can. You want to be good, don't you? You begged so easily."

He rolled his hips forward into hers then, letting her feel the hard length of his trapped behind the straining zipper of his pants. He moaned, right into , the sound calculated and rough, the way he pushed her down into his thigh almost brutal, now. He could feel how wet she was, already, could feel it through her and his own pants and it nearly robbed him of any common sense.

"Unless you can over and over again until I'm done with you, baby girl. Then maybe I'll have mercy on you."

@✻ ⋰ momo h. Perhaps it was a little ridiculous to think, but Jeno could tell Momo apart from every other person walking down the hallway, just as much as he could tell /her/ apart. It was the rhythm of the steps, the vigor of which the heels of her shoes *click, click, clicked* away on the polished floors. Where Momo's steps always sounded driven and slightly angry, /hers/ were gentle and nearly hesitant. And so, Jeno was already waiting behind the door for her to knock, the three piece suit nearly pressed and untouched even after an entire shift working the bar.

"Alright, who's annoying you when you're supposed to wind down and let me handle it?", he smirked as be opened the door for her, beckoning her inside with a mocking bow and a flourish, even muttering a soft 'come in, darling mafia princess' as he did so, giving her just enough space to step inside.

@— ✾ ⋰ jeno l. Sabrina eagerly nodded her head in agreement, she /was/ so pretty when she was begging. Maybe pretty enough to let her get what she wanted? Her hope was dashed as soon as his fingers were back around and she whined, reluctantly accepting Jeno's sloppy kiss.

"J-Jeno- mmph... please!," she panted in between tangling her tongue with his. Her body shuddered as her hips were forcefully rolled against his thigh. , she could get off on riding a thigh. But she wanted to edge herself, hold it all back for the end. But it felt so good, the rough fabric rolling against her core, her already wet . Each movement of her hips made the thin material inch a little more and more off her core, gradually exposing her most sensitive parts to Jeno's thigh. She whimpered and whined, refusing to let herself lose full control just yet. "P-please, Jeno, you're torturing me..."

@— ✾ ⋰ jeno l. Her pointed stilettos clicked against the marbled floors of the familiar hallway, setting a brisk pace to the door that had been at the forefront of her mind all day. Having come directly from the office, her long black hair remained wound back in a slick bun, her lilac of her collared shirt tucked into her favorite pair of wide legged trousers, several buttons off the top had been undone to reveal the black lace bra she wore underneath, in her hands, one toted her black birkin, the other typed up one last email on her phone furiously before unceremoniously dumping into the abyss of her purse at the same moment her feet stopped at Jeno’s door, knocking only once to signify her arrival.

@✾ ⋰ sabrina c. "So pretty when you ask for it", Jeno whispered, his lips brushing over Sabrina's with every syllable that rolled off his tongue in nothing more than a purr, his fingers sliding off her chin to wrap back around , pinning her against the wall, trapping her between his body and the wall. "But you're not desperate enough, yet. You were being difficult, princess. And now you're reaping the fruits of your labor. Now ride it."

It was only then that he kissed her, all teeth and tongue, his fingers digging deeper into her hip as he made her roll down against his thigh, over and over again, forcing her core into his leg. He wanted to feel her shake apart from just this, wanted her to be desperate and dripping for when he would finally make her his - or skip that step so he could just her right then and there, bend her over any surface and make her /scream/.

@— ✾ ⋰ jeno l. If some would liken having to a dance, between the two of them, it was a fight. Messy, rough, primal at times. Even though she more than enjoyed being submissive and being put in her place, didn't mean she hated putting up a little bit of pushback first. And Jeno had always responded to her challenges. After two years, they were still finding new ways to have that push and pull.

"Ahh- Jeno-," she gasped out, eyes flickering up to Jeno's face. Sabrina had to fight her urge to grind herself against his thigh, but the tingling sensation between her thighs was growing more intense and she needed it to be sated. "F-fine! Please, Jeno? Pretty pretty please can I your ? I'll be so so so good," she begged. She rested one of her hands on his toned bicep, rounded nail tips slightly digging into his muscle. "Please? I want to feel you fill me up."

@✾ ⋰ sabrina c. There had never been anything tender about them, not for a single second, ever since they clashed together in a whirlwind of teeth and fingernails. One would perhaps think that, at one point, they might have ed it out of their systems, yet each time seemed to be more violent than before, in a way. With exploring each other and learning, came the violence. It brought down the walls, made them crumble and shattered their masks.

"I want you to my because that's all you're good for and everything you wanted all day", Jeno challenged while pushing down on her bottom lip with his thumb, making the tender flesh press into her teeth while he hiked his leg a little lower. Finally letting go of her arm, he wrapped his arm around her tiny waist instead, fingers digging in deep and /hard/ to move her hips, dragging her clothed across the bulging muscle of his thigh. "Gotta work harder to get my , darling. Are you not going to say pretty please? You're so pretty when you beg for it, would be a shame."

@✾ ⋰ jeno l. “Aw you know me, I love it when a man can boss me around and toss me around, tsk,” Sabrina smiled up coyly as she was backed into the wall. She didn’t answer his question, instead she closed the distance between their lips to nip down on his lower lip with a soft growl.

She couldn’t help the whine that passed from her closed lips as she was lifted onto her tiptoes, his thigh pressed right up against her clothed core. As much as she didn’t want to admit it, he was really good. Sabrina her lips as her gaze traveled down to his pants, already partially undone from him taking off his belt earlier. “Of course you want me to you off, but is it to shut me up, or because your clients don’t let you their throats?,” she tilted her head to the side curiously. “Make me.”

@✾ ⋰ sabrina c. "Folding so quickly today. Are you that hungry for a good ?", Jeno challenged while turning the both of them around until he was able to press her up against the wall right behind his door, his head ducking low until his lips were hovering a breath away from hers. "Are your clients that unsatisfactory? Are you getting all the small , lately?"

Hiking one of his legs up, he pressed his thighs between her knees, up, up, up still, until he was sure she had to stand on her toes. "Then get to your knees, princess. Show me what you were made for. The only things that mouth of yours is good for, hm? That what you want?"

@✾ ⋰ jeno l. Her arm stung a little from the pain, being twisted back behind her back as she stared up at him. Their bodies pressed against one another's, she wouldn't be surprised if he could feel her pulse racing. But she didn't falter or show any worry across her face, rather, she loved things rough and a little dangerous. The adrenaline rush was something she desperately craved.

"Do it for me, please? I know you can do it, Jeno," she nodded her head almost a little too eagerly.

@✾ ⋰ sabrina c. For a second, it almost seemed as if Jeno would lean into her touch, enjoy the gentle gesture despite the crass words she was saying. Why would she bring that up, now? Of all the times?

With a small growl, he grabbed her by the wrist, twisting until he had her arm bent behind her back, their faces now impossible close so they were breathing the same air, what with the way he was bending her backwards, all the while he was pushing her up against his body.

"You should keep your mouth in check, if you want that", he smiled rather sweetly, grasping her by the chin to push her lips into a soft little pout. "Or do you want me to do that for you?"

@✾ ⋰ jeno l. Pouted pink lips were further pursed at his comment and she playfully rolled her eyes as she stepped into his room. Upon feeling the firm smack on her , Sabrina jumped and she bit on her soft lower tier to keep herself from yelping in surprise. She bent down and slipped off her uniform red bottom stilettos, setting them aside carelessly. With her feet now firmly on the ground, the disparity in height between them became all the more apparent.

"Oh... but there isn't much to tease you about. But I do wonder if /she/ is gonna include you in her will, should something unfortunate happen to her," she hummed and turned to face Jeno with a grin. "And that's not me making a threat. Rich people have wills all the time. I just figured since you've been her for so long, you should get something good out of it." Reaching up, she rested her palm on his cheek and ran her soft thumb along his pronounced cheekbone. "I do want my brains ed out, bad. It's all I ever want."