Fool Sun

Rolling onto his stomach, he watched your reflection in the mirror, biting his lip at the way you peeled off each layer of clothing. “Are you getting naked without me?”

“Jeno!” You looked up, making eye contact through mirror before quickly shutting the door.

Snickering to himself, he eventually pushed off the bed, making his way to the door. “Y/N.”

He tried the handle, but it was locked, not that he was expecting otherwise. “Y/N, come on.”

You weren’t mad at him, you weren’t locking him out because you were upset at the way that he peeped at you. In reality you were sitting against the cool tile of the bathtub, not really in the mood to unlock the door.

“Hey, hey I know what you’re doing in there. Let me in.” Jeno knocked against the wood, but soon his words turning into whines.

After a few minutes of nothing, there was a faint scratching noise on the other side, the handle jiggling for a moment. The door popped open, a very satisfied Jeno on the other side with a small screwdriver in his grip.

He waved it at you with a grin, setting it on the sink before making his way on the floor towards you.

Crawling the rest of the distance, you squirmed as he leaned up against you. “Jeno, you’re hot.”

“No, you’re hot.” He grinned, lips falling on the skin of your bare shoulder, kissing the expanse, teeth tugging at the straps of your bra momentarily before you nudged him away.

“Jeno, stop it’s hot.”

“Well, we can fight fire with fire, right?” Jeno pushed back against you, lips finding suction on your most sensitive part of your neck. You gave in for a second, sighing at his ministrations, but it didn’t last long. Hand roaming lower, finding perch on your inner thigh, massaging it closer and closer to the part that was burning the most.

Your hands shoved both his face and hand away from you, “Jeno seriously. I’m about to burst into flames. I can’t.”

He sighed in agreement, collapsing against the tub next to you, eyes closing hoping for a bit of relief. He shifted his hips, trying to adjust himself, cock straining against the fabric of his shorts.

Jeno’s phone rang out from beside him, screen flashing with a new message, and it took him all the effort he had to grab it. But the words on his phone was his saving grace.

“Hey, let’s get out of here.” He said, mood suddenly lifted. Jeno moved to his feet, holding a hand out for you to grab, which you did reluctantly. Shoving your clothes at you, he backed out of the bathroom, huge smile on his face.

“Grab your swimsuit, we’re going swimming.”

“Wow, this place is great.” You sighed out, eyes taking in the whole view of the place.

“Yeah, we lucked out didn’t we?” Jeno dropped his bag on the couch, hands in his pocket as he looked out the large glass doors. “If Chenle didn’t ask me to check up on Daegal, we wouldn’t have landed in this paradise.”

“Gosh, the pool.” Your eyes were dripping in honey at the sight. It was large, blue tiles adorned the side and it had to have been at least ten feet deep in the far end. The shrubbery behind the pool masked the yard from any onlookers, not that there would likely be any. With this view, it was clear it would be a hike for someone to come up here.

Jeno slid the door open, ushering you out first, eyes squinting against the harsh sunlight. You could already see the waves of heat just beyond the pool. “You’re sure that this is fine? I mean, did he say we could use the pool?”

“Mi casa, tu casa.” Jeno smiled out, shaking his head. “It’s a given, besides it’s Chenle, he’s totally cool with it.”

Jeno lifted his shirt up off his back, tossing the white fabric by the group of lounge chairs.

One thing that you loved about swimming with Jeno, you were always gifted with his beautiful abs. He claims he hasn’t been working out more than usual, but the way his muscles grew toned said otherwise, not that you were complaining, it was heaven to look at.

You felt the urge to run your fingers over the dips of each contour, biting your lip to stop yourself.

You were hit with a wave of water, blinded for a moment before you realized Jeno had cannonballed into the pool. There was a sigh of relief from him, grinning at the cool water rushing over him.

“Come on.” He waved you in, “It’s too hot out there.”

Peeling off your shirt, Jeno eyed you up and down, enjoying the inadvertent strip show. You stepped out of your shorts, tossing them in the same direction as Jeno’s shirt.

Eventually you made your way to the edge of the pool, dipping a toe in the water and sighing at the feeling. You gasped out when Jeno tugged at your ankle, nearly falling into the pool at the movement.

Laughing at you, he tugged again, more firm this time now that your foot was completely on the pavement. “Come on, jump in.”

“Alright, I will. Just, I’ll do it on my own.” You pouted, stepping out of his grip defensively. He threw his hands up in surrender, swimming back a couple of feet, letting his chin sink under the water, eyes ever watchful.

You opted for sitting on the side of the pool, slipping into the water until you were fully submerged, popping from the surface gasping for breath.

Pushing your hair back from your face you grinned at your boyfriend, swimming in his direction until your legs wrapped around his waist.

Struggling to keep the two of you up, he gurgled slightly as he sank. Sputtering out as he swam to where he could touch the bottom.

“Y/N. Are you trying to kill me?” He choked out, hands gripping at your ass, keeping you attached to him.

You wrapped your arms around his neck, tapping his nose with yours with a hum. “Mmmmh.”

Leaning down, you kissed him, taking his lips with yours. It was a breathless kiss, the type that would knock you off your feet, if you weren’t floating. Pulling away you heaved a breath, pressing your hands against his chest when he chased after your lips.

Pushing harder, you released your legs from his waist, feet touching the floor. “Come on, I thought we were gonna have fun.”

You laughed, smiling at Jeno from the shallow end of the pool. You perched yourself on the submerged seat, legs swinging in the water.

He swam after you, cornering you against the inlaid seat. “We can have fun.” Jeno whispered, sending chills down your spine, lips skinning the skin at your ear.

He spun you around grabbing at your waist and tugging you onto his lap until you straddled him. Your hands automatically fell to his biceps, keeping you from falling.

Pushing the wet slick of hair from your face, he rubbed at your neck, thumb sliding over the skin of your cheek.

“Fucking gorgeous.” He whispered out, finally taking your lips with his. It was slow and sensual, taking his time with you while he could, before he became starved.

You pressed against him, chest rolling into his, skin burning with desire. You were at your breaking point, and you needed to push him over the edge too. No more of this soft, sensual stuff. You were growing desperate to be touched, anywhere, everywhere.

Whining, you bit at his lip, tugging at the bottom lip and looking at him through your eyelashes. Your hands rubbed up and down over his chest, scratching slightly at the skin, just the way he likes it.

He understood, growling under his breath, hoisting you up higher. Hands dropped from your neck, falling on your ass, kneading them, forcing you down on his already hard cock. He groaned out, hips thrusting up in attempt to get closer, hands getting so tight you were sure you were already bruising.

Jeno sucked at your lip, making you gasp and pull away. He took this opportunity to latch onto your throat, nibbling at the skin, no doubt bruising you there too.

Jeno loved that. Waking up the morning after, fingers tracing over all the little marks he left on you, proof that you were his, his to do with as he pleases.

“All mine.” He grumbled into your skin, “All fucking mine.”

It seemed as if something feral came over him, lips chasing over every space on your neck, dipping lower and lower until he was shoving your swimsuit top out of the way. Sucking and nipping on the supple skin, you threw your head back in pleasure, grip on his hair tightening, tugging him closer.

“Jeno.” You whispered, egging him on, begging.

He gave one last fierce tug on your sensitive nipple before he returned to your lips, nodding into the kiss.

“You want me baby? You want it?”

You hummed, eyes screwed shut, just imagining what he would do to you. His fingers tapped at your naked hips, playing with the small fabric of your bottoms.

He pushed your bottoms to the side, fingers sliding through your folds easily, teasing at them before pulling away. You whined at the feeling, upset at the way that he left you hanging.

Jeno chuckled at your frustrated expression, tapping at your clit teasingly.

You whined again, dropping your right hand down to grab his, stopping him from pulling away all the way.

“Jeno, don’t tease like that.”

He smirked at you, “Why? What’re you gonna do about it?”

Frowning at him, you blew a sigh out, hand releasing from his hand and shoving your hand past his shorts, pawing over his length.

Jeno threw his head back in pleasure, a huff of air escaping him. “Fucking hell Y/N.” His hips bucked at your grip, following the way that your hand pulled him.

His eyes narrowed when he finally pulled his head back, biting his lip at you. He didn’t give you another second of warning, thrusting two digits past your bottoms, pumping them in and out at a rapid pace.

Moans between the both of you grew louder, the water splashing against the edge of the pool, water wetting the perimeter.

“Fuck it.” Jeno muttered, pulling out of your pussy, and pushing your hand away from his hard on. He grabbed his length himself, rubbing it up and down your folds. The way you rubbed your hips against his cock, every once in a while teasing at the whole, just begging to suck him in, had him growling with impatience.

His cock slapped against the front of your stomach, and you scooted forward, not allowing him to maneuver himself back into you.

You panted out, ass wiggling with arousal, knowing that if it weren’t for the pool, you would be dripping all over. “Jeno. Stop, not here. We shouldn’t.”

He brought his left hand up, cupping your cheek with breathless gasps. “It’s fine, no one will see. People are too far to hear.”

Your face glowed with embarrassment. “Jeno, I was thinking about how we can’t do it in their pool. Not about if someone could hear, or see us.”

“It’s fine,” he shook his head, stealing a kiss before continuing. “It’s salt, besides, they have it cleaned weekly. It’ll be clean before they even get back.”

“Jeno.” You whined, shoving your face into his neck, shaking your head.

“All right.” He grumbled, getting a better grip on your ass, hoisting you up to climb out of the pool.

Clinging to him closer, you felt the suction of water leave you, the heat of the sun rush over you.

Before you knew it, you were under the shade of the pergola, Jeno having laid you out on a lounge chair.

“On your knees.” Jeno commanded, stepping out of his shorts down and letting his hand rub over his length, swiping at the leaking precum.

“I wanna ride you.” You whined, pouting at him in refusal, opening your legs up for him instead.

This ticked him off as usual, when Jeno was in the mood, you were to listen to him. He enjoyed watching you submit, do as you were told, lament for him and him only.

“On your knees.” He said again, eyes begging you to misbehave, see how he puts you back into your place. But you eyed him up and down, and promptly rolling over so that your ass was in the air.

He smacked it once, large hands massaging the skin until you were shoving your ass back for more.

“Dirty little girl.” He grinned, smacking you once more for good measure. “Needs to learn to follow directions.”

You moaned at his words, ass pushing even further, needing to feel him against you. Jeno teased you, fingers playing with the fabric of your bottoms, watching them get wet with slick until he couldn’t bear it anymore.

Pulling them off, he left the swimsuit tangled up around your ankles, not bothering to take them all the way off, he enjoyed the way you looked like that. Dirty, half naked, desperate.

He rubbed his shaft up and down through your cracks, teasing at your folds until you were begging for him to put it in.

Jeno was swift, perhaps it was because he wanted to punish you, or maybe he just couldn’t take it any more. You let out a strangled gasp as he bottomed out, the stretch making you feel more full than you remembered.

He didn’t let you get comfortable for too long, pulling out half way before shoving in again. Jeno’s hands landed on your hips, gripping tighter to make it easier to gain traction.

But as much as he liked taking you from behind, he missed watching your expressions, hearing you whine, watching you squirm for him. After only a few more pumps, he pulled out, tapping at your shoulder to tell you to roll back over.

And there you were, hair splayed out around your head, legs propped up around his legs, eyeing him the way that drove him crazy, ridden with lust.

He wasted no time, lining up again, thrusting all the way in, and then pulling you up. Jeno turned the two of you around, sitting on the edge of the chair, propping you up on his lap, hands grabbing at any free skin he could.

You stilled above him, reveling in the feeling of being full, eyes staring down at him.

He kissed you softly with a grin, “Ride me baby.”

You didn’t need to be told twice.

Jeno helped you a bit, using his arms to help you move up and down on his length. You rotated your hips, grinding down on him as he raised his hips to meet you in the middle.

Clawing at his back, you left kisses along his shoulder, biting slightly at the skin as you bounced atop him. Jeno felt the lazy haze of pleasure wash over him, enjoying you doing all the work for him.

But soon you were becoming tired, slowing to an agonizing pace that he could no longer handle.

You let out a shout of surprise as he stood up, dick still deep inside you, moving into a better position.

He dropped you back down, legs still attached at his groin. Jeno pistoned his hips, your legs falling back towards you. He used his hands to hold your legs up, throwing them over his shoulder for easier access.

You moaned at the new position, the way his hips eased up and hit the spot that sent you wild.

“Yeah, you fucking love that? So loud the neighbors can hear? Want them to know who’s fucking you so good, huh?”

You whined, covering your face with embarrassment. But he wouldn’t have it, his hands grabbing at yours, pulling them down until he could pin them to your chest with one hand.

“Say my name.”

But you could barely breathe, let alone say his name. It was dripping from your mouth, begging to come out, but all you could do was pant out.

“My name Y/N. Say it.”

“Jeno.” You managed out, breathless and dry, covered by a moan.

“Louder.” His hips moved faster, harder against you. The lewd sound of skin pounding against skin louder than you can scream.

His hand found your clit, painting figure eights to help you, eager to hear you cry his name, needing to hear it.

“Oh my god. Jeno.” You gasped out, clutching at his arms, nails digging into the skin. “Fuck. I’m fucking– ugh, I’m close.”

“Hang on.” He grunted, continuing to hit that spot until you both felt the highs of your orgasms rising. “ ‘m close.”

Soon after, you felt the feeling of warm cum fill you up, you cumming soon after at the feeling. Walls suctioning him in that he had to wait until you were all the way done before it was even possible to pull out.

He sighed, pulling out and immediately sinking to his knees. You sat up partially, eyes still blurry, but watching with confused eyes.

“Jeno no, I–” You pushed at his head, squirming away, but he wouldn’t have it. He gripped you tighter, tugging closer on the lounge chair, knees digging into the cement, but he ignored the pain, starved for the taste.

“Umgph.” You tugged at his hair this time, bringing him closer. His tongue dug deep into your pussy, desperate for the taste.

Jeno hummed into your heat, falling deeply into you, drowning in you the way that he loved.

His nose ran over your clit, the stimulation already pushing you close to the edge of your second orgasm. But as his tongue flexed, dipping into your hole, you felt your muscles tighten, in your stomach and between your thighs.

Clenching, your legs automatically squeezed around his head, keeping him there until you finished riding out your high. Not that you needed to. Jeno wasn’t about to let up until every drop of you was devoured.

“God damn.” You sighed out, chest heaving breathlessly from your two orgasms, to fucked out to care that you were still spread out for anyone to see.

Jeno grinned, crawling up over you, pestering kisses on his path as he went. He enveloped your lips with his, tongue sneaking in a bit. When he pulled away, you smacked your lips, the taste of your cum still on your tongue.

His hands ran down your waist, gripping and massaging at the skin as he found pleasure in the expanse of your skin again. Leaving lazy kisses along the skin until he was interrupted by the sharp ring of his phone.

Sitting up, he grabbed at his phone, answering after seeing that it was Chenle, probably checking to make sure he had made it alright.

Feeling kind of self conscious, he tugged on his shorts as Chenle;s voice echoed over the phone.

“God damn it Jeno. I said check on Daegal, not fuck your girlfriend on every surface.” Chenle yelled, and Jeno winced at the noise, just imagining his expression.

“What? How’d you–” Jeno whipped his head around, half expecting Chenle to pop out the door.

“You really don’t think we’d have security cameras?”

Jeno’s eyes widened, roaming around the yard until he noticed the soft blinking light just outside the back door. He then glanced at you, eyes closed and laid out on the chair. He grinned, staring at the camera. “Did you enjoy the show at least?”

You were just going to die when he told you. But with the way that you clenched around him when he teased you about others hearing you, he thought that it just might turn you on more than you would let on.

Rolling onto his stomach, he watched your reflection in the mirror, biting his lip at the way you peeled off each layer of clothing. “Are you getting naked without me?”

“Jeno!” You looked up, making eye contact through mirror before quickly shutting the door. 

Snickering to himself, he eventually pushed off the bed, making his way to the door. “Y/N.”

He tried the handle, but it was locked, not that he was expecting otherwise. “Y/N, come on.”

You weren’t mad at him, you weren’t locking him out because you were upset at the way that he peeped at you. In reality you were sitting against the cool tile of the bathtub, not really in the mood to unlock the door. 

“Hey, hey I know what you’re doing in there. Let me in.” Jeno knocked against the wood, but soon his words turning into whines. 

After a few minutes of nothing, there was a faint scratching noise on the other side, the handle jiggling for a moment. The door popped open, a very satisfied Jeno on the other side with a small screwdriver in his grip. 

He waved it at you with a grin, setting it on the sink before making his way on the floor towards you. 

Crawling the rest of the distance, you squirmed as he leaned up against you. “Jeno, you’re hot.”

“No, you’re hot.” He grinned, lips falling on the skin of your bare shoulder, kissing the expanse, teeth tugging at the straps of your bra momentarily before you nudged him away. 

“Jeno, stop it’s hot.”

“Well, we can fight fire with fire, right?” Jeno pushed back against you, lips finding suction on your most sensitive part of your neck. You gave in for a second, sighing at his ministrations, but it didn’t last long. Hand roaming lower, finding perch on your inner thigh, massaging it closer and closer to the part that was burning the most. 

Your hands shoved both his face and hand away from you, “Jeno seriously. I’m about to burst into flames. I can’t.”

He sighed in agreement, collapsing against the tub next to you, eyes closing hoping for a bit of relief. He shifted his hips, trying to adjust himself, cock straining against the fabric of his shorts. 

Jeno’s phone rang out from beside him, screen flashing with a new message, and it took him all the effort he had to grab it. But the words on his phone was his saving grace. 

“Hey, let’s get out of here.” He said, mood suddenly lifted. Jeno moved to his feet, holding a hand out for you to grab, which you did reluctantly. Shoving your clothes at you, he backed out of the bathroom, huge smile on his face. 

“Grab your swimsuit, we’re going swimming.”

“Wow, this place is great.” You sighed out, eyes taking in the whole view of the place. 

“Yeah, we lucked out didn’t we?” Jeno dropped his bag on the couch, hands in his pocket as he looked out the large glass doors. “If Chenle didn’t ask me to check up on Daegal, we wouldn’t have landed in this paradise.”

“Gosh, the pool.” Your eyes were dripping in honey at the sight. It was large, blue tiles adorned the side and it had to have been at least ten feet deep in the far end. The shrubbery behind the pool masked the yard from any onlookers, not that there would likely be any. With this view, it was clear it would be a hike for someone to come up here. 

Jeno slid the door open, ushering you out first, eyes squinting against the harsh sunlight. You could already see the waves of heat just beyond the pool. “You’re sure that this is fine? I mean, did he say we could use the pool?”

“Mi casa, tu casa.” Jeno smiled out, shaking his head. “It’s a given, besides it’s Chenle, he’s totally cool with it.”

Jeno lifted his shirt up off his back, tossing the white fabric by the group of lounge chairs. 

One thing that you loved about swimming with Jeno, you were always gifted with his beautiful abs. He claims he hasn’t been working out more than usual, but the way his muscles grew toned said otherwise, not that you were complaining, it was heaven to look at. 

You felt the urge to run your fingers over the dips of each contour, biting your lip to stop yourself.

You were hit with a wave of water, blinded for a moment before you realized Jeno had cannonballed into the pool. There was a sigh of relief from him, grinning at the cool water rushing over him. 

“Come on.” He waved you in, “It’s too hot out there.”

Peeling off your shirt, Jeno eyed you up and down, enjoying the inadvertent strip show. You stepped out of your shorts, tossing them in the same direction as Jeno’s shirt. 

Eventually you made your way to the edge of the pool, dipping a toe in the water and sighing at the feeling. You gasped out when Jeno tugged at your ankle, nearly falling into the pool at the movement. 

Laughing at you, he tugged again, more firm this time now that your foot was completely on the pavement. “Come on, jump in.”

“Alright, I will. Just, I’ll do it on my own.” You pouted, stepping out of his grip defensively. He threw his hands up in surrender, swimming back a couple of feet, letting his chin sink under the water, eyes ever watchful. 

You opted for sitting on the side of the pool, slipping into the water until you were fully submerged, popping from the surface gasping for breath. 

Pushing your hair back from your face you grinned at your boyfriend, swimming in his direction until your legs wrapped around his waist. 

Struggling to keep the two of you up, he gurgled slightly as he sank. Sputtering out as he swam to where he could touch the bottom. 

“Y/N. Are you trying to kill me?” He choked out, hands gripping at your ass, keeping you attached to him. 

You wrapped your arms around his neck, tapping his nose with yours with a hum. “Mmmmh.”

Leaning down, you kissed him, taking his lips with yours. It was a breathless kiss, the type that would knock you off your feet, if you weren’t floating. Pulling away you heaved a breath, pressing your hands against his chest when he chased after your lips. 

Pushing harder, you released your legs from his waist, feet touching the floor. “Come on, I thought we were gonna have fun.”

You laughed, smiling at Jeno from the shallow end of the pool. You perched yourself on the submerged seat, legs swinging in the water. 

He swam after you, cornering you against the inlaid seat. “We can have fun.” Jeno whispered, sending chills down your spine, lips skinning the skin at your ear. 

He spun you around grabbing at your waist and tugging you onto his lap until you straddled him. Your hands automatically fell to his biceps, keeping you from falling. 

Pushing the wet slick of hair from your face, he rubbed at your neck, thumb sliding over the skin of your cheek. 

“Fucking gorgeous.” He whispered out, finally taking your lips with his. It was slow and sensual, taking his time with you while he could, before he became starved.

You pressed against him, chest rolling into his, skin burning with desire. You were at your breaking point, and you needed to push him over the edge too. No more of this soft, sensual stuff. You were growing desperate to be touched, anywhere, everywhere. 

Whining, you bit at his lip, tugging at the bottom lip and looking at him through your eyelashes. Your hands rubbed up and down over his chest, scratching slightly at the skin, just the way he likes it.

He understood, growling under his breath, hoisting you up higher. Hands dropped from your neck, falling on your ass, kneading them, forcing you down on his already hard cock. He groaned out, hips thrusting up in attempt to get closer, hands getting so tight you were sure you were already bruising. 

Jeno sucked at your lip, making you gasp and pull away. He took this opportunity to latch onto your throat, nibbling at the skin, no doubt bruising you there too. 

Jeno loved that. Waking up the morning after, fingers tracing over all the little marks he left on you, proof that you were his, his to do with as he pleases.

“All mine.” He grumbled into your skin, “All fucking mine.”

It seemed as if something feral came over him, lips chasing over every space on your neck, dipping lower and lower until he was shoving your swimsuit top out of the way. Sucking and nipping on the supple skin, you threw your head back in pleasure, grip on his hair tightening, tugging him closer. 

“Jeno.” You whispered, egging him on, begging. 

He gave one last fierce tug on your sensitive nipple before he returned to your lips, nodding into the kiss. 

“You want me baby? You want it?”

You hummed, eyes screwed shut, just imagining what he would do to you. His fingers tapped at your naked hips, playing with the small fabric of your bottoms. 

He pushed your bottoms to the side, fingers sliding through your folds easily, teasing at them before pulling away. You whined at the feeling, upset at the way that he left you hanging. 

Jeno chuckled at your frustrated expression, tapping at your clit teasingly. 

You whined again, dropping your right hand down to grab his, stopping him from pulling away all the way. 

“Jeno, don’t tease like that.”

He smirked at you, “Why? What’re you gonna do about it?”

Frowning at him, you blew a sigh out, hand releasing from his hand and shoving your hand past his shorts, pawing over his length. 

Jeno threw his head back in pleasure, a huff of air escaping him. “Fucking hell Y/N.” His hips bucked at your grip, following the way that your hand pulled him. 

His eyes narrowed when he finally pulled his head back, biting his lip at you. He didn’t give you another second of warning, thrusting two digits past your bottoms, pumping them in and out at a rapid pace. 

Moans between the both of you grew louder, the water splashing against the edge of the pool, water wetting the perimeter. 

“Fuck it.” Jeno muttered, pulling out of your pussy, and pushing your hand away from his hard on. He grabbed his length himself, rubbing it up and down your folds. The way you rubbed your hips against his cock, every once in a while teasing at the whole, just begging to suck him in, had him growling with impatience. 

His cock slapped against the front of your stomach, and you scooted forward, not allowing him to maneuver himself back into you.

You panted out, ass wiggling with arousal, knowing that if it weren’t for the pool, you would be dripping all over. “Jeno. Stop, not here. We shouldn’t.”

He brought his left hand up, cupping your cheek with breathless gasps. “It’s fine, no one will see. People are too far to hear.” 

Your face glowed with embarrassment. “Jeno, I was thinking about how we can’t do it in their pool. Not about if someone could hear, or see us.”

“It’s fine,” he shook his head, stealing a kiss before continuing. “It’s salt, besides, they have it cleaned weekly. It’ll be clean before they even get back.”

“Jeno.” You whined, shoving your face into his neck, shaking your head. 

“All right.” He grumbled, getting a better grip on your ass, hoisting you up to climb out of the pool. 

Clinging to him closer, you felt the suction of water leave you, the heat of the sun rush over you. 

Before you knew it, you were under the shade of the pergola, Jeno having laid you out on a lounge chair.

“On your knees.” Jeno commanded, stepping out of his shorts down and letting his hand rub over his length, swiping at the leaking precum. 

“I wanna ride you.” You whined, pouting at him in refusal, opening your legs up for him instead.

This ticked him off as usual, when Jeno was in the mood, you were to listen to him. He enjoyed watching you submit, do as you were told, lament for him and him only.

“On your knees.” He said again, eyes begging you to misbehave, see how he puts you back into your place. But you eyed him up and down, and promptly rolling over so that your ass was in the air. 

He smacked it once, large hands massaging the skin until you were shoving your ass back for more. 

“Dirty little girl.” He grinned, smacking you once more for good measure. “Needs to learn to follow directions.”

You moaned at his words, ass pushing even further, needing to feel him against you. Jeno teased you, fingers playing with the fabric of your bottoms, watching them get wet with slick until he couldn’t bear it anymore. 

Pulling them off, he left the swimsuit tangled up around your ankles, not bothering to take them all the way off, he enjoyed the way you looked like that. Dirty, half naked, desperate. 

He rubbed his shaft up and down through your cracks, teasing at your folds until you were begging for him to put it in. 

Jeno was swift, perhaps it was because he wanted to punish you, or maybe he just couldn’t take it any more. You let out a strangled gasp as he bottomed out, the stretch making you feel more full than you remembered. 

He didn’t let you get comfortable for too long, pulling out half way before shoving in again. Jeno’s hands landed on your hips, gripping tighter to make it easier to gain traction. 

But as much as he liked taking you from behind, he missed watching your expressions, hearing you whine, watching you squirm for him. After only a few more pumps, he pulled out, tapping at your shoulder to tell you to roll back over. 

And there you were, hair splayed out around your head, legs propped up around his legs, eyeing him the way that drove him crazy, ridden with lust. 

He wasted no time, lining up again, thrusting all the way in, and then pulling you up. Jeno turned the two of you around, sitting on the edge of the chair, propping you up on his lap, hands grabbing at any free skin he could. 

You stilled above him, reveling in the feeling of being full, eyes staring down at him. 

He kissed you softly with a grin, “Ride me baby.”

You didn’t need to be told twice. 

Jeno helped you a bit, using his arms to help you move up and down on his length. You rotated your hips, grinding down on him as he raised his hips to meet you in the middle. 

Clawing at his back, you left kisses along his shoulder, biting slightly at the skin as you bounced atop him. Jeno felt the lazy haze of pleasure wash over him, enjoying you doing all the work for him. 

But soon you were becoming tired, slowing to an agonizing pace that he could no longer handle. 

You let out a shout of surprise as he stood up, dick still deep inside you, moving into a better position. 

He dropped you back down, legs still attached at his groin. Jeno pistoned his hips, your legs falling back towards you. He used his hands to hold your legs up, throwing them over his shoulder for easier access. 

You moaned at the new position, the way his hips eased up and hit the spot that sent you wild. 

“Yeah, you fucking love that? So loud the neighbors can hear? Want them to know who’s fucking you so good, huh?”

You whined, covering your face with embarrassment. But he wouldn’t have it, his hands grabbing at yours, pulling them down until he could pin them to your chest with one hand. 

“Say my name.”

But you could barely breathe, let alone say his name. It was dripping from your mouth, begging to come out, but all you could do was pant out. 

“My name Y/N. Say it.”

“Jeno.” You managed out, breathless and dry, covered by a moan.

“Louder.” His hips moved faster, harder against you. The lewd sound of skin pounding against skin louder than you can scream. 

His hand found your clit, painting figure eights to help you, eager to hear you cry his name, needing to hear it. 

“Oh my god. Jeno.” You gasped out, clutching at his arms, nails digging into the skin. “Fuck. I’m fucking– ugh, I’m close.”

“Hang on.” He grunted, continuing to hit that spot until you both felt the highs of your orgasms rising. “ ‘m close.”

Soon after, you felt the feeling of warm cum fill you up, you cumming soon after at the feeling. Walls suctioning him in that he had to wait until you were all the way done before it was even possible to pull out.

He sighed, pulling out and immediately sinking to his knees. You sat up partially, eyes still blurry, but watching with confused eyes. 

“Jeno no, I–” You pushed at his head, squirming away, but he wouldn’t have it. He gripped you tighter, tugging closer on the lounge chair, knees digging into the cement, but he ignored the pain, starved for the taste.

“Umgph.” You tugged at his hair this time, bringing him closer. His tongue dug deep into your pussy, desperate for the taste. 

Jeno hummed into your heat, falling deeply into you, drowning in you the way that he loved. 

His nose ran over your clit, the stimulation already pushing you close to the edge of your second orgasm. But as his tongue flexed, dipping into your hole, you felt your muscles tighten, in your stomach and between your thighs. 

Clenching, your legs automatically squeezed around his head, keeping him there until you finished riding out your high. Not that you needed to. Jeno wasn’t about to let up until every drop of you was devoured. 

“God damn.” You sighed out, chest heaving breathlessly from your two orgasms, to fucked out to care that you were still spread out for anyone to see. 

Jeno grinned, crawling up over you, pestering kisses on his path as he went. He enveloped your lips with his, tongue sneaking in a bit. When he pulled away, you smacked your lips, the taste of your cum still on your tongue.

His hands ran down your waist, gripping and massaging at the skin as he found pleasure in the expanse of your skin again. Leaving lazy kisses along the skin until he was interrupted by the sharp ring of his phone. 

Sitting up, he grabbed at his phone, answering after seeing that it was Chenle, probably checking to make sure he had made it alright. 

Feeling kind of self conscious, he tugged on his shorts as Chenle;s voice echoed over the phone.

“God damn it Jeno. I said check on Daegal, not fuck your girlfriend on every surface.” Chenle yelled, and Jeno winced at the noise, just imagining his expression.

“What? How’d you–” Jeno whipped his head around, half expecting Chenle to pop out the door.

“You really don’t think we’d have security cameras?”

Jeno’s eyes widened, roaming around the yard until he noticed the soft blinking light just outside the back door. He then glanced at you, eyes closed and laid out on the chair. He grinned, staring at the camera. “Did you enjoy the show at least?”

You were just going to die when he told you. But with the way that you clenched around him when he teased you about others hearing you, he thought that it just might turn you on more than you would let on. 

Glancing at your watch you noted the time, just past seven. The spot on the couch was looking extremely enticing, not that you really needed convincing, exhaustion was already taking over. 

You gave in, sinking into the cushion beside him, nuzzling into his chest. “Fine,” You mumbled against him, “But real quick, ‘cus we gotta finish unpacking, or else we’ll sleep on the floor tonight.”

You felt the rumbles of his laughter on your cheek as his shoulders shook, “I wouldn’t mind that. I’d be like camping.”

Smiling into his chest you glanced up at him, eyeing the way that his cheeks caved around his dimples, eyes disappearing when his face lit up with laughter. 

With only the steady sound of each other’s breathing keeping you company as you stared out the window. 

The two of you had managed to score a pretty good view of the city skyline, of course it cost a pretty penny, but well worth it as you stared outside. 

But the more and more you looked outside, despite the bright city lights, you found yourself focusing on the dark, unable to tear your eyes off it. There was a part of you that ached at the darkness, like it was eating you up inside.

“Jae?” It came out as a broken whisper, and you tried not to focus on the way that it cracked.

“Hmmm?” His hand went to your head, hand stroking at your hair, his way of unconsciously comforting you. 

“You think that this is it?”

“What do you mean?” Jaehyun glanced at you, but you dug yourself deeper into him, refusing to make eye contact for fear that you would finally break. It had been so long since the last time, you had managed for so long.

“We came for a fresh start. You think this is it?”

“Hey,” He shook his head, pulling away to get a good look at your face, hands on either side. “Everything’s going to be great now. I promise.”

“Yeah?”

“Yeah.” He nodded back at you, placing a soft kiss on your forehead before leaning back against you. “Everything’s gonna be just fine.” 

Jaehyun mumbled the last part under his breath, unsure if you could hear it, not that it was really for you, not as much as it was for reassurance for himself. 

Moments of silence passed, both of you pondering in your own thoughts, neither of you knowing just how long had passed, but both just comforted in each other’s company.

Jaehyun suddenly stood up, sitting on the ground and reaching for a stack of boxes. You sat up straighter, leaning forward to get a better look at him. 

He craned his neck, eyes flickering through each of the boxes, and you could tell he wasn’t satisfied as he kept looking. 

Finally he seems like he saw what he needed to your left, “Can you hand me that box?”

“This one?” You crawled over to the taped up box, black letters spelling out bedroom on the side. “Why?”

He wiggled his fingers, urging you to pass it. “Come on, we’re gonna make a fort.”

“A fort Jaehyun?” You giggled, shaking your head but doing as he said anyways, “Isn’t that a little childish?”

He let out a feigned gasp, determined look on his face, “Childish? Maybe we need a little more of that around here. What? Are we all grown up and boring now?”

He pulled out a few blankets and sheets, dumping the rest of the contents recklessly, bottles of shampoo now scattered on the floor.

“I’m sorry, did you just call me boring?” You stood up, grabbing another box and pushing it in his direction, stacking another atop it immediately. 

“That’s up for interpretation.” He grinned, stacking more boxes in front of the couch, adamant on outdoing you.

It wasn’t long until the living room was covered in a mismatch of colored sheets. Stacks of cardboard boxes were covered in pale blue wrapped over white sheets completely transforming the room into your own personal hideout. 

Jaehyun was the first to enter, head popping back out with a huge grin. “Are you coming in?”

You followed suit, Jaehyun making room as he scooted behind you, the fort much larger than you had expected. 

You couldn’t remember the last time you had made a fort, or the last time you had felt like this, for that matter. Light, free. Happy.

Jaehyun’s arms wrapped around your waist, pulling you into his lap as you rocked together, mumbling about upgrades that would really set up the fort. Perhaps a few string lights, blankets, snacks.

But it didn’t really matter what else was in the fort with you, at that moment, it was perfect just the way it was, you had all you really needed in that tent. 

Maybe there were things that you wanted, desperately wanted, but everything you needed was right there with you. And they would always be with you.

“You think we’ll ever unpack that one?” You asked, eyes locking on the box sitting just out of the corner of your eye the thick black letters staring you down, duct taped so tightly to make sure nothing could get out.

Jaehyun rested his chin on your shoulder, your back against his chest, heart beating so loud he was sure you could feel it. “We’ll get there. One day Y/N, one day.”

School was normal, well as normal as you can be after fucking your entire friend group.

You didn’t run into any of them until lunch time. You had seriously considered skipping lunch, opting to spend the time in your homeroom classroom by yourself, but on the way there you ran into Haechan.

“Where are you going? We were gonna do lunch outside today, the weather’s great!” Haechan grinned out, throwing an arm over your shoulder and pulling you out where the others were waiting. 

It was obvious that your relationship with Haechan changed the most. It’s not like you weren’t friendly with the guy before, but he was definitely a lot friendlier after the trip. You weren’t sure if you liked it or not.

You could just make out Mark and Jeno just outside under the tree before stopping in your tracks. 

“I’m actually gonna drop off my books in my locker real quick, I’ll be out in a sec though.” 

Haechan let you out from under his arm, winking at you slyly before nodding and heading outside. 

Your locker wasn’t too far from where you were, just around the corner past a few classrooms. 

It was just after you had dumped the contents of your bag off that you overheard a conversation in the room beside you bearing, interestingly enough, your name.

But you wished you hadn’t ever stopped.

“So what are you gonna do with Y/N?”

“What do you mean?” You’d recognize this voice anyway, obviously Jeno.

“I mean, are you gonna date?” It was beginning to sound more and more like Jaemin.

“Date? Why?”

“I dunno, I just thought... after last weekend you guys seemed pretty close.”

“And?”

“You’re just gonna stay friends then?”

“Yeah. I mean we just fucked you know, it’s not gonna change the fact that she’s my best friend. That’s it.”

“I dunno Jeno, are you sure that’s it?”

“What are you implying?”

“You don’t like her more than a friend.”

“Dude. You fucked her too, you gonna date her?”

Tense silence filled the air. 

“See. Look Y/N and I are fine. Nothing’s gonna change.”

“Jeno.”

“No.”

There was a heavy sigh, though you couldn’t tell who it was from, you could assume it was from Jaemin.

“Whatever.”

The door swung open, coming too close for your liking, and a familiar face followed.

“Oh shit.” You were spot on, Jaemin bit his lip nervously as he stared back at you, freezing in his spot.

“Yeah.” You sent him a tight lipped smile, eyes already turning glossy as you nodded your head, telling him to keep going.

The door slammed shut quietly behind you, quite humorous considering the fact that in the next few seconds that room was going to be anything but quiet.

“Y/N?” Jeno jumped slightly as he almost ran into you on the way in, backing away slightly instinctively.

“Just a fuck huh?” You felt yourself heat up with anger, but a small pang in your chest told you that it hurt more than you hoped.

Jeno’s mouth parted slightly before turning flat, trying to ignore the look you were giving him, though he couldn’t quite tell if it was all anger, a small part of him hoped that there was something else. “Is that what this is about? How much did you hear?”

You stared back at him, words unnecessary to convey your feelings. 

He sighed taking your silence as answer enough, “You’re not just a fuck, you know that. You’re my best friend.” Jeno wasn’t lying, he was terrified of losing you over this, but he couldn’t help but hide it deep inside it, the fear of rejection being far greater. 

“Is this how you treat your friends?” You tried your best to keep your lip from wobbling, knowing that in any moment you could break, showing him the most vulnerable parts of you, and you weren’t sure you wanted that after the way he treated you.

“No- I just–”

“I know what you said, and I know what you mean Jeno. All I wanted to know is if that was what you really feel.”

Jeno couldn’t look you in the eyes, answer enough for you.

“Great. That’s fucking great. You know if I knew that this trip was going to lose me my best friend, I never would’ve gone.” You stormed past him, opening the door and shoving past the other four boys who were very obviously eavesdropping, having dropped everything to listen when Jaemin came running with news of gossip.

The longest time you had ever not spoken to Jeno was for four days (and a half) in the seventh grade. It was over something stupid now, nothing worth remembering, but you do remember it was the most painful four days (and a half) you had ever had. 

On the last day of your estrangement you found yourself on the doorstep of Jeno’s porch. You caved, just like you always did. And you craved him, craved anything that had to do with him.

But this time, it was Jeno that had found himself on your doorstep, a week and a half after the last time you had spoken.

Jeno didn’t like being weak, but more than that Jeno didn’t like the feeling of the whole you had left. 

“Hey.”

“Hey.”

“Can we talk a bit?”

"What’s there to talk about? You were pretty clear the last time I heard you.”

“You know that’s different, I wasn’t talking to you.”

“No, you were just talking about me, behind my back. It’s worse when you can’t even say it to my face. You know, I’m not this fragile broken little girl, you just tell me you don’t like me and I can handle it.”

“That’s not it–”

“Are you sure? Or is it just because I’m confronting you right now that you’ve decided to change your mind?”

“Y/N, your my best friend. Don’t do this.”

“Being your friend doesn’t mean shit when you treat them like shit.”

“I didn’t–”

“Look, I’m kinda busy.”

“And this isn’t going to take long.”

“Haechan’s coming.”

“What?” Jeno’s eyes flickered to yours with confusion, shaking slightly at the way you easily brushed him aside.

“Haechan’s gonna be here in five.”

“But–”

“Look, I just really need you gone right now.” You refuse to keep eye contact with him, knowing that it would probably hurt you more than it would him. 

It didn’t take much for you to push Jeno out the door, he wasn’t resisting at all. If Jeno didn’t want to leave, you wouldn’t have been able to make him, but it seemed like Jeno was having a difficult time comprehending what just happened. 

You didn’t even have time to resort your emotions before a knock on the door pulled you out of your reverie. Knowing that it was Haechan on the other side of the door, you just prayed that they hadn’t managed to run into each other in passing, God knows what Jeno would do to him.

“Hey there.” Haechan smiled, handing you a whole pineapple. “My mom taught me to never come without gifts.”

“Haechan, you brought a pineapple.”

“Yeah well, they were having a sale.”

You giggled softly, setting the fruit down on the counter before turning to face him. 

“Soooo, you wanna show me your room?” He asked, eager smile adorning his features as he backed towards the direction. 

“Wow, you get straight to the point, don’t you?” But you led the way nevertheless.

It was nearly the very moment that you entered the room that Haechan was all over you, walking you towards the bed sitting on the comforter with you between his legs. 

He ran his fingers up and down the back of your thighs for a moment, taking in the current situation before tossing all thoughts out the window. 

Haechan grinned cheekily, grabbing at your hips to pull you on top of him, hips rutting upwards to meet you. 

“God, you have no idea how bad I’ve missed you. No idea how many times I’ve dreamt of this, how many times I’ve jacked off to the memory of you sucking down on my cock.”

You hummed out, bending over to suck on his neck, emitting precious moans from him. His heavy petting on your backside moved up your waist, flattening his hand against your back so that you were pressed even closer to him.

Haechan let you continue for a few more minutes before pulling you away, only to latch onto your lips. Teasing you with little bites as he tugged against your lips. 

You whined, smiling slightly into his kiss, urging him to remove his shirt as you panted against him. 

He did so without a cent of hesitation, tugging at your shirt next, leaving you bare against his skin. 

“No bra?” He smirked, loving the way you heated up above him, nose digging into the valley of your breast. “I like it. Easy access.”

You scoffed as he buried deeper, mouth latching on to the soft mounds, making sure to leave purplish blotches as a reminder of the night. 

Grabbing a handful of his hair, you pulled him up to meet you again, needing a way to shut him up. Haechan groaned into your mouth, the grip on you growing tighter as his dick grew larger in his pants, the friction getting to him. 

“Come on.” He mumbled, standing up with your legs still wrapped around his waist. Stumbling a bit, you continued making out as he found your bedroom blindly, falling a bit as you landed with your back on the mattress.

He pulled your arms up above your head, locking them tight as he worked his way down your body, leaving wet trails of kisses. As he neared your pants he let go of your hands, which immediately found perch in his hair, stroking at the strands as he pulled down your clothes, leaving you in nothing but a pair of blue lacy panties. 

“Jesus Christ.” You giggled as he nearly drooled at the sight, fingers tracing the pattern. Placing sloppy kisses over the fabric you felt his lips suction over you clit, pulling a lewd moan from you. 

“Haechan...”

“I know.” He flashed a grin, pushing your legs up more, giving him easier access, and something to hold on to. But instead of giving you relief he continued over your clothed pussy, his tongue pushing at your hole, but never far enough to get you satisfaction. 

“Ngh, Haechan!” You urged him, needing him to rip off the barrier, but settling at the moment for tugging his face deeper into your crotch, choosing to grind on his face, the friction helping for the lack of skin. Every moment his nose pressed deep against you, you swear you lost your breath.

He groaned, sending vibrations through you causing you to squeeze your thighs tight around his head. His hands followed your movements, massaging at the outside of your legs as he pushed in deeper. 

Haechan was still lapping at you like a hungry animal as you came around his face. You fell back, eyes slammed shut as you tried to control yourself, but Haechan was still moving against your clit, overstimulation getting to you. 

Pushing him away gently you had little relief, but watching him with hooded eyes as his face was sheen with your slick had you wishing he was still between your legs. 

Haechan sat up on his elbows, wiping his face with the back of his hand, “You taste so fucking good, but I kinda want the real thing.”

Your eyes rolled back in your head, not sure if you could take him going to town on you again. Tightening your core you sat up, pulling him to you by his cheeks so that you could bring his lips to yours again, tasting yourself on him. 

Haechan’s hands tangled in your hair as your nails dragged against his back. His body rolled against yours, the hard on still trapped in his pants evident to you. 

“Take it off.” You mumbled against him, hands pawing at his ass eagerly as he moved to the crook of your neck. “Like hell he will.”

You gasped as you heard a familiar voice in the room, peering over Haechan’s back to find Jeno, bright red and furious standing in the doorway. 

“Jeno?!”

Haechan rolled around, exposing you as he turned to face he friend with unamused eyes, quite annoyed really. 

“Dude, get the hell out.” Haechan whined, moving to cover you as he noticed the way you squirmed beside him. 

“You get out, I gotta talk to Y/N.”

“Right now?”

“Yes right now.” Despite the way Jeno was glaring at Haechan, he refused to look at you for a reason unknown.

Haechan reluctantly left the room, tugging on his shorts for what little decency he had, muttering to himself something about having to finish it himself.

“What the hell are you doing?”

“What?” You rolled your eyes, sitting up with keeping the sheets tight around you, noticing the way that Jeno’s eyes were briefly drawn to you.

“Haechan? Really?”

“Jeno...”

He tangled his hands in his hair, pulling at the strands slightly before heaving a breath.

“You’re so fucking oblivious. That or you’re a really good actress.”

“What–”

“No. Don’t you get it? I care! Way too fucking much!”

“Can we? Can we talk honestly?” Jeno’s voice broke at the end of his sentence. 

“How much more honest can I get?”

“Don’t you get it? I care! Way too fucking much!” 

He caged you in, arms stiff on either side of your head, his own head leaning down to ravage at your neck. 

Holding himself up with one arm he gripped both of yours with his other, leaving you with no way to touch him. You squirmed under his hold, huffing out air as you stared up at him defiantly, dead set on staring him down. 

His hips ground against yours, the hard on in his jeans incredibly obvious as he felt the material restrict him. He groaned into your mouth, struggling to keep himself from tearing off his pants and ridding you of anything that kept you from him. 

“Fuck.” He muttered, biting at your neck a bit harsher than you were expecting, a faint cry escaping you. 

You struggled against his grip, desperate to touch him, mould against him. Eventually he broke, hands falling to the sides of your face, the deep pressuring kisses turning soft and faltering. 

Your hands rested on his chest, rubbing at the fabric there, pulling at it until you were gifted with peeks of his skin. 

“Mmmm. Jeno.” You moaned out, Jeno’s leg falling between yours, feet knocking together as he pushed his nose along your collarbone. Soft kisses lined the skin as he left love bites.

His body morphed with yours, rolling against it as he rubbed his hands over the expanse of your hips.

Jeno was being abnormally loud, whining in your ear, knee knocking at your soaked core between the thin sheet. But the sound reverberating through your was the best thing you had ever heard.

He pulled down the sheet covering your breasts, kissing them along the way, admiring the way that they stood up perky for him. Your hands pressed against his head, stroking tiredly at his hair as he continued his ministrations.

Jeno hummed against your skin, pads of his fingers teasing at the sheets, pulling them away from your body until you were skin to skin against him. It was much different than just moments ago with the others.

Even his touches were different, an air of hesitation in his grip, like he was worried you would run away if he grabbed on too tight.

If only he knew it was the opposite.

He pulled away just enough to pull off his shirt, your hands immediately falling to his skin, fingers running up and down the length of his torso.

Jeno sat on his haunches, slipping off his pants, underwear falling suit, but not giving you much to ogle at before he fell back against you. It happened so quickly, but somehow he managed to get between the sheet and your skin.

You were already so wet down there that Jeno slid in between your thighs with no problems and no resistance.

He was bigger than you remembered, stretching you out deliciously. You gasped out with an open mouthed kiss, his lips engulfing yours with frantic breaths as his hips began to find a rhythm.

Jeno dropped his head to the crook of your neck, forehead sticking with sweat against your collarbone. 

“Mmph. Jeno...” You moaned out, head turning to the side to try to calm yourself, “I’m so close. Please.”

Jeno took this opportunity, to press his fingers against your clit, rubbing figure eights over the nub, eliciting more moans from you. At the sound of this he sped up his hips, nearing the edge as breathless moans filled the room.

He let up on your clit, using that hand to turn your face back to face his. Pressing his lips against yours, the kiss grew from needy and lustful to soft, breathing open mouthed kisses over the sides of your mouth.

Soft cries left his mouth as you pulled his face against the ridge of your shoulder, placing soft kisses along his neck and ear. Jeno pulled back, hands growing taut on either side of your head.

“Can I cum in you?” He asked, eyebrows taut together as he watched you worriedly.

“Mmmm.” You pulled his face towards you, hands on either sides of his cheeks, kissing him softly as you nodded against his forehead.

He let out a fluttered sigh against your skin, hips continuing to move at a steady pace despite the way that he felt his orgasm coming. Jeno clenched his teeth, breathes hissing between his lips as he screwed his eyes shut, muffled moans reverberating through him.

The sounds only grew louder at the way you wrapped around him, pussy squeezing him dry, coming around him. His hips bucked two more times before he came in you, shooting his load in your walls that were gripping at him.

Jeno collapse against you, rubbing your skin soothingly for a few moments before he recovered, sliding himself off you.

“You alright?” Jeno asked, pushing the hair out of your face.

“Yeah.” You didn’t try to hide the tired smile sent his way.

Jeno pulled back, sliding down towards your legs, eyes still latched on yours. He only took his eyes off of you when he leveled with your leaking core, the sight of his cum dripping out of your pussy had him rutting against the bed a bit.

Pushing his finger into your pussy, catching the cum that leaked out and shoving it back in, watching how easily you took him back in.

“Ngh.” You sighed out, hand tugging at his hair, strikingly similar to the way you had with Haechan just an hour before.

Jeno’s nose pressed deep into your core, tongue fucking you, the taste of himself mixed with you lingering on his tongue. He dug his hands into your thighs, kneading them softly as he continued. One of his hands reached up to grab at one of your breasts, flicking at then nipple a few times before looking up at you with hooded lashes, eyes fluttering as his head bobbed up and down licking stripes through your nether lips. 

But before long it was becoming too much for you to handle, after the previous two orgasms you were already set on the edge. You came hard around his head, knees locking as you shuddered with pleasure. The whole time Jeno continued, not wanting to fight it as he was still pressed against your pussy, leaving soft kisses over the shivering skin. 

“Jeno.” You mumbled, dragging him up to you where he nuzzled against you until you fell asleep, exhausted after a long day.

“You jealous fuck.” Haechan snorted as Jeno came out of the room, swiveling on the stool in the kitchen.

“Shut up. You stayed the whole time?”

“I knew it’d work. Just wanted to check.” The former shrugged, grinning widely.

Jeno stopped, turning to glare at him, “Knew it’d work?”

Haechan grunted slightly as he stood up, “I mean what more needs to be said. You’re a jealous fuck. Jaemin suggested it really, knew you’d come running as soon as you found out. Thought you’d finally realize how you feel and straighten up.”

“You all are idiots.”

“But we saved your ass didn’t we?” Haechan stood, standing a little too close for Jeno’s liking.

“I think you enjoyed it a bit too much.” Jeno’s brows raised as his arms folded over his chest, staring down at him.

“Well, might as well live it up. Y/N’s a dream, I couldn’t not enjoy myself.”

“Shut up.”

Haechan lifted his hands up defensively, patting Jeno on the back as he made his way towards the door, only stopping when he saw you in the hallway approaching. “Don’t have too much fun Y/N, Jeno’s spoiled enough as it is.”

He winked at you on his way out, ducking past the door before Jeno could throw something at him. 

“I can’t believe you were going to sleep with him.” Jeno rolled his eyes, coming up next to you and wrapping his arm around your waist. 

“I already did.” Jeno’s face soured slightly at the memory of the last night in the cabin.

His grip on you tightened as he tugged you closer, “But I still fuck you best, isn’t that right?”

“You wanna prove it one more time for me?”

Jeno looked down at you, sucking his bottom lip between his teeth. “Woah woah woah, at least buy me dinner first.” 

“Shut up.” You smiled, burying your face in the crook of his neck.