#jenojam

“Hey babe.” You greeted your boyfriend, not glancing up from the pot that was bubbling on the stove. You didn’t get a response, but you figured he just didn’t hear you.

Light shuffling made its way towards the kitchen, stopping when it arrived behind you. Big, strong arms wrapped around your waist and brought themselves closer to you, Jeno slumping over your shoulder. You raised your hand, bringing it to his cheek, caressing it softly. The boy heaved a heavy sigh when your skin met his.

“What’s wrong with my big puppy.” You said with a feighned pout, now petting his head as your other hand mixed the food with the spatula.

Jeno let out an even heavier sigh, digging his face into the crook of your neck. Sucking in a breath, he finally responded. “I hate work.”

“You hate being an idol? Or you hated today?” you ask, mentally preparing yourself to give an uplifting speech on how he shouldn’t give up on his dreams just yet.

“Today.” You felt him pout.

“Oh, thank god.” This time it was you who sighed, but in relief. “What happened? I didn’t see you this morning. And why are you wearing a suit?” your brows knit together. Looking down at the arms wrapped around you, you noticed that he was wearing a navy-blue suit jacket.

“We had a meeting, and they told us to wear a suit, for no reason.” He explained. “And Donghyuck was just so whiney today- if I could choke him I would, but sadly, that is illegal.” He grumbled into your hair, which tickled your skin.

“Hm~ sounds like a rough day.” You reacted, giggling when his arms tightened around your waist.

Putting down the spatula, you turned off the stove before spinning around in his arms, so that you were facing him, your faces centimetres apart. His dark brown eyes met your own seconds before you leaned in and pressed a small peck against his lips.

As you were about to pull away, one of Jeno’s large hands cupped your cheek, bringing you back in. The kiss he pulled you into was soft, yet needy. As usual, your lips molded perfectly together, the kiss only becoming more heated when he propped you up on to the counter. Your hands were tangled, reaching for the top button for his dress shirt, trying not to rip the expensive material.

He left behind a trail of hickeys as he moved from the corner of your mouth to your jaw and down your neck. The boy pulled your tank top over your head and unclasped your bra, watching in amazement as your tits bounced from the drop of security.

“You’re so beautiful.” He mumbled while kissing down the valley of your breasts. Latching his mouth on to your nipple, he sucked on the bud and rolled it around on his tongue, teeth grazing it softly every so often, enjoying the breathy moans that were coming from your mouth.

As busy and devoted he seemed to be on your tits, Jenos fingertips latched around the lining of your shorts and gently tugged them down your legs, allowing them to drop to the floor- along with your underwear.

Slowly adjusting your position, so you could be more comfortable, Jeno spread your legs, eyes glimmering at the sight of your dripping pussy. Leaning down, your boyfriend licked a stripe against your dripping heat, making you shiver. He pulled your lips apart, spitting on your clit before he sucked it away, pleasure taking over your mind and body.

The boys hand reached up to your mouth, signaling for you to suck on his fingers, as the other hand kept one of your thighs in place. When he figured that his fingers were wet enough, Jeno pulled them out with a ‘pop’, bringing them down to your hole, slowly pushing them into you.

“Jeno…” you breathed shakily.

Your boyfriend looked up at you, dark eyes oddly innocent looking. He hummed against you, forgetting momentarily that he was eating you out, only noticing when you dropped your head back.

“Fuck, don’t do that.” You whined.

“Oh, whoops.” He muttered, mouth still against your heat. You called his name again.

“That feels too good.” Jeno chuckled at your comment, the pout that was on his face only a few minutes ago now replaced by a small smile. “Don’t stop.” You bit your lip, raking your hand through his hair in attempt to pull him close- which was impossible, since his nose would sometimes graze you as he ate you out.

“Didn’t plan on it.” His tone was cocky as he started moving his fingers and tongue, the actions synching up in time. Your own hand was at your tit, massaging it as your boyfriend pleased you.

It didn’t take you long to reach your first orgasm- it never did when it came to Jeno. That man can have you squirming under him, screaming his name in minutes.

With a single curl of his fingers, the knot that had built in your stomach was coming undone, your lower half shaking in pleasure as Jeno let you ride out your orgasm on his face and fingers.

When you calmed down, Jeno leaned forward and pressed a short kiss on your lips.

The boy pulled away, unbuttoning his pants, and dropped them to his ankles, along with his boxers, allowing his hard cock to spring up and hit his stomach. Looking down, he spat again, letting his saliva drip down on to his dick, lubricating himself.

Grabbing the base of his shaft, Jeno brought the tip of his cock to your slit, mixing his precum and your arousal together as he slid it up and down before he pushed himself inside you. The feeling of his girth inside you made you lay with your back flat against the countertop.

“Fuck yeah, you take me so well.” He growled, rubbing your stomach. “We haven’t even fucked for twenty minutes, how are you already fucked out.” He grabbed your face with his big hand, directing your gaze back at him, adding in the smallest amount of aggression.

Your boyfriend swung one of your legs over his shoulder, pulling your hips closer to his own. You maintained this position for a while, and right before you were going to warn him that you were close, he pulled out.

“Why?” you asked, catching your breath.

Jeno didn’t respond; instead, he gently took you by the waist and turned you around, your chest now flush against his. Angling himself before ramming into you with your back against the fridge, his length now hitting you deeper.

“Fuck,” Jeno cursed, looking down. “I can see everything.” The boy groaned, smirking at the sight. “God you’re so tight.” He bit his lip, holding in another moan from the pleasure he felt as you clawed at his bare back. The noises he let out were throaty and filthy, only making you even more wet.

Jeno leaned in, so that his face was in the crook of your neck, sucking on your sweet spot.

“Too much.” You tapped his bicep, which flexed under your touch. He slowed his pace and brought you down, switching your position again after ten minutes.

Bending you down on the counter, he fucked you like that, your face and upper body on the cold marble of your kitchen island.

“Jesus, you’re perfect.” His hands slid up your waist, tingles rising in your skin with each touch. “Fuck baby.” He growled, hips rutting faster into you.

As he slid in and out of you, your walls clenched harder and harder, bringing both you and Jeno closer to your orgasms.

“Mm~ cumming.” You hummed, gasping when Jeno’s fingertips found their way on to your clit, rubbing small circles into the nub, helping you release faster.

Barely even a minute after, Jeno pulled out, cumming on your pussy. He slapped his cockhead against your slit, watching his cum drip down your slit, diluting your own with his white seed.

He gently picked you up, bringing you to your shared bedroom and placed you down, crawling under the covers with you, wrapping his arms around your now weak waist.

Jeno pecked you on your lips, smiling up at your pouty expression.

“The food’s probably cold.” You huffed, making him laugh. “And we have to clean the kitchen.”

“Both of those things can wait until later.” His fingers drummed against your hips. “Let me recharge.” He nuzzled his face into your side, making you scoff.

“I thought you just did.” You felt his breath against you as he let out a chuckle. “Whatever.” You sighed, petting his head.