Pairing: Lee Jeno (NCT) x fem!reader
Genre: Fluff/Smut
Contains: Kissing, body worship, dry humping, swearing, dirty talk, hair pulling
Word count: 3345
A/N: With a special dedication to @sexygrass, I hope you'll like this version of cute 'n' sassy Jeno 😉
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“The final assignment’s gonna be easy, my ass,” you murmur angrily, trying your best to focus on the book in your hands.
Despite the fact that you’ve been sitting there for over half an hour, not much progress has been made in your reading. If only this was the area of your interest, surely you wouldn’t be bored out of your mind, but well, it’s not.
“Why me,” you groan dramatically, throwing your head back against the backrest of the sofa.
It’s not like you didn’t expect it to be difficult – you did, actually – but it doesn’t make you feel any better now that you have to finally start working on it. Not to mention that you constantly complain about all the work you have to do, and this certainly doesn’t help your motivation.
“You don’t seem to be very into it," you can hear Jeno laughing from the bathroom.
He must have heard your whining all the way from there.
“No shit,” you scoff in the answer, as you roll your eyes good-naturedly.
Trying to work at your house proved to be impossible, as everything there distracted you: there was always something better to do than reading that goddamned book. When in the morning you video called Jeno to complain, he suggested coming over to study together, as he had an exam the day after tomorrow, and you agreed.
“We can motivate each other this way, you know,” he exclaimed with the sweetest of smiles, causing your heart to skip a beat.
That’s when you realized that you’re fucked. Desperately trying to escape one distraction, you’ve happily thrown yourself right into the muscled arms of another one. Maybe you should’ve thought about it some more before giving him a positive answer, but at that moment you were way too busy thinking about how pretty his brown eyes appear in that lighting.
“So, what exactly are you doing?”
Jeno’s voice makes you jump – lost in your thoughts, you didn’t even notice him approaching you.
“Reading, or rather trying to–,” you manage to say before you look up, and the words die on your lips.
He’s standing a meter or so away from you, a warm smile playing on his lips, as he’s waiting for your answer – at this moment it really hits you how fucked you actually are.
It’s all because of your tardiness – you’re not exactly the type to arrive on time, and Jeno is no stranger to that fact. There’s no wonder he simply assumed that he didn't need to be in a rush when he came back from his training – he thought you’d be late. This time, however, you arrived exactly on time, only to catch him still walking around in his sweaty gym clothes. A bit flustered with the turn of events, he asked if you mind giving him some time to clean up and change, and you, of course, agreed without a second thought. You were completely lost at this point, enchanted by this flustered mess of a man. You should’ve known better than to think that this is going to turn out fine, really.
“Trying, huh?” he chuckles, his long fingers pushing damp locks from falling into his eyes.
You don’t know where to look. Would be awkward if he caught you gaping at his muscled chest.
“Y–yeah, I’m trying really, really hard,” you answer rather nervously.
You’re trying to control yourself and not let your eyes wander, which is a crazy difficult task. From the corner of your eye, you can see droplets of water falling from his hair and rolling down his chest: slowly travelling down his muscled abdomen until they reach the waistband of his sweats and soak into the fabric. He’s saying something, but you can barely focus, as you’re too busy gaslighting yourself into ignoring how hot your best friend looks right now.
“You’re not listening to me, are you?”
“Pardon?” you question with an apologetic smile, trying your absolute best to ignore your dirty thoughts.
To be frank, falling for your best friend is, in your opinion, the worst possible option in terms of catching feelings for someone. You can’t even pinpoint when it happened and what exactly caused you to become infuriated with him. Was it his weird sense of humour and that joyful laugh of his? His respectful behaviour towards you? Or maybe it’s all about his handsome face? You can’t tell – all you know is that there’s something about Jeno that causes your brain to turn into a mush whenever you need it the most.
“This book must have tired you out more than I thought it would,” he chuckles good-naturedly, walking towards the table where his laptop is placed.
Moving some papers to the side, he settles comfortably on the chair, and then opens the device.
“You’re clearly out of it,” he adds over his shoulder with an amused smile, turning the laptop on.
You, on the other hand, are not as amused. You’re no stupid, you’re just stupidly in love with this irritatingly handsome man.
“Of course I am,” you say, tongue-in-cheek. “You really expect me to stay focused, while you’re walking around half-naked, huh? Might throw some t-shirt on, you’re distracting me, Jeno.”
Jeno turns around slightly, and stares at you, his brows furrowed: a perfect picture of disbelief. There’s something in his expression that you can’t exactly put your finger on, but it appears to be a hint of sadness, or even regret.
“Not that you have a bad sense of humour or something, but this joke isn’t funny at all.”
Now it’s your time to be surprised, as you blink quickly trying to process his words.
“I’m not joking, though,” you say, puzzled a bit by his reaction.
“You saw me without a t-shirt countless times already,” he hums, scratching his neck as if in wonder, but you know that in his case it’s a sign of embarrassment. “What’s the difference? I didn’t think you’d care that much.”
It’s your turn to furrow your brows now. It does affect you quite a lot, actually, he just doesn’t know that.
“So you think that it doesn’t affect me that you walk around me basically naked?”
“Please,” he scoffs, turning around back to his laptop to type the password in. “It’s not like you’d like to fuck me or something.”
Your mind goes blank for a second, the wave of heat immediately hitting your cheeks.
“What are you saying?” you chuckle nervously, your heart pounding rapidly in your chest.
Jeno glances over his shoulder, clearly not understanding the reason behind your awkward reaction. He clears his throat before adding:
“Doesn’t really matter what kind of attraction we’re talking about. It’s pretty obvious that you don’t think of me as someone attractive.”
First of all, you can’t believe your ears, and second of all, you’re starting to feel a little hysteric. You take a deep breath, and put your book to the side.
“You think I’m not attracted to you,” you say matter-of-factly, trying your best to keep the tone of your voice neutral.
“Exactly,” he shrugs in the answer, not even turning around, too busy checking something in his notes.
Your heavy sigh is a little dramatic, you have to admit, but you’re done, just done with this man. Either you’re an absolute pro at hiding your feelings, or he’s just a lost cause in terms of noticing what’s going on around him. You don’t really suspect yourself of being that good of an actress – you know very well that your self-control is in pretty bad shape when you’re around him.
“You’re such a fool, oh my god,” you groan helplessly, standing up from the sofa.
Two big steps is all it takes to reach him.
“Excuse me?” he dramatically turns around, clearly offended by your words.
A quiet gasp escapes his lips when he realizes that you’re now mere centimetres away from him, invading his personal space in a way that causes a shiver to run straight to his crotch. His breath hitches slightly when you gently grab him by the chin and tilt his head back so that he’s staring up at you.
“Look me right in the fucking eyes and say it again. Say that I don’t want to fuck you.”
Jeno opens his mouth but doesn’t say a single word. The longer his dark eyes bore into yours, the deeper the flush on his cheeks gets. When he licks his lips nervously, your stare drops unceremoniously for a second before you slowly raise your eyes to meet his gaze once again.
“Cat got your tongue?” you ask with a raised brow, your tone deeply amused.
He tries to shake his head, but your grip makes it almost impossible. His Adam’s apple bobs when he swallows audibly, and you don’t even try to stop yourself from touching it. The fingertips of your free hand caress his skin tenderly, and you can see that he’s barely breathing at this point.
“You see, Jeno,” you hum as your fingers move up his neck, brushing over his prominent jaw, down his neck to his collarbones and bare shoulders. “All this time I thought that I was so goddamn obvious that you purposely pretended not to notice my behaviour.”
“W–what?” he stutters out, his voice a bit higher than it usually is.
How the turn tables, really. You didn’t even do anything to him yet, but he’s already reacting in such an adorable manner. Jeno is truly delightful.
“Turns out that you simply can’t see shit, and that’s it. No other reason behind it except for obliviousness,” you scoff, shaking your head slightly.
“I–I don’t think I understand,” he murmurs, blinking innocently at you, his long eyelashes brushing his cheekbones.
“You think that I wouldn’t touch you even with the tip of my finger, no?”
This time he tries to nod, but once again the grip on his chin prevents him from doing so. It’d be too easy to answer this way – you want him to use his words, you want him to state clearly what he thinks and what he wants.
“Um, well, yes,” he answers then, the tone of his voice way less certain now.
You can’t help but huff a laugh in the answer. In the meantime, the fingers of your free hand comb through his still damp hair, and it truly feels marvellous to do so. You wanted to play with his hair for such a long time now, imagining more often than not about how he’d sound if you just pulled on them – so you decide to do exactly that.
“Think again then, babe.”
You let go of his chin, and grab a fistful of his locks, pulling his head back.
“Oh fuck,” Jeno whimpers in the answer, his gorgeous neck on full display now.
Once again, you have no idea where to look but for entirely different reasons than mere minutes ago. He’s just so stunning, and you can’t stop staring at him.
“You see, if I had the opportunity to do so, I’d have fucked you senseless plenty of times already,” you hum, your thumb grazing his lover lip teasingly. “I’d make you fucking scream my name.”
His breath hitches audibly, causing your core to clench deliciously. Seeing how responsive he is to your words, your actions, makes you hungry for more. You want him so badly.
“You can’t even imagine what I’d do to you if you just let me, Jeno. You make me go crazy,” you breathe out, leaning forward until your faces are mere centimetres apart. “All this time, I thought you’re not interested in me, and that’s why I never took the first step. I didn’t want to lose you.”
“I didn’t know,” he sighs, closing his eyes as your nails scratch his head gently. “You never reacted in any way to me, I just thought that you don’t see me that way.”
“Such fools, both of us,” you murmur, pressing your lips against his forehead.
A moment later you place another kiss between his eyebrows, then one on the tip of his nose, and on both of his eyelids. You’re dying to kiss every millimetre of his body.
“Do you want me to sit on your lap, Jeno?”
Your lips brush his when you whisper the question, and he opens his eyes, sending you a stare full of emotions. You can see the want in his dark eyes, clear as the day, and a shiver of excitement runs down your spine.
“Yes, please,” he breathes out, his arms already reaching towards you to pull you closer.
As you settle on his thick thighs, his arms circle your waist tightly, holding you as close as he dares to. Judging by his carefulness, he’s still unsure of what’s going to happen next, but he’s clearly not opposed to whatever you’re planning to do. You can’t help but marvel over the wonderful feeling of being in his arms, your body pressed tightly against his. Your breast touching his bare chest, your crotch pressed against his, faces in such close proximity – you can barely think straight. In this position, you can feel his hardening cock through the fabric of his sweats: it’s not completely hard yet but clearly on the high road to be fully erect, and your mind is already in the gutter, thinking about all the possibilities.
“Such a nice lap to sit on,” you say with a smirk adorning your lips, your hips rocking ever so slightly against his.
There’s a mischievous spark in his eyes just before he says:
“Actually, there’s nothing that’s stopping you from settling yourself on them more often.”
Jeno might be flustered as hell right now, there’s no mistake about it, but that sure ain’t gonna stop his sarcastic side from showing. You can’t help but smile widely in the answer, knowing very well that he has a point now that you’re on the same page.
“Glad to know,” you say before gently pressing your lips against his.
You were imagining that first kiss countless times already, but your imagination can’t compare to the reality of his plushy lips moving against yours, the feeling of his strong arms pulling you as close as possible. At first, it’s delicate and slow, but it doesn’t take long for both of you to lose your resolve. The kisses become more hungry with time, all tongues and teeth, his hands wandering all over your body, your fingers in his hair. Soon you’re both completely breathless, and have no choice but to pull away. Your body feels way too hot, and there’s nothing you’d wish for more than to take off your clothes, to feel his skin right next to yours without any barriers.
“I wanted you for so long,” he rasps, panting heavily. “I couldn’t stop thinking about you when we weren’t together, and when we did, it was even worse because I couldn’t be with you the way I wanted.”
You kiss him again and again and again, grinding your hips against his already hard cock, making him moan into your lips. The friction created by the fabric, and the hardness of his shaft, sends little bolts of pleasure through your body. Jeno’s right hand slips underneath your t-shirt, his fingertips delicately tracing patterns on your skin, while his left hand lands on your thigh, moving up towards your butt and down again.
“Jeno,” you sigh, when his fingers brush your breast ever so slightly. “You’re such a tease.”
“Didn’t you already know that,” he answers with a broad smile, his hands touching you everywhere they can reach.
“I suppose I knew,” you chuckle in the answer, shaking your head slightly.
What a perfect combination: easily flustered, and such a sweet man, but with a sassy side, a little bratty even.
“One of the reasons I’m so attracted to you,” you add, your hand slipping into his hair to grab it once again, gentler this time.
“Another one is that gorgeous neck.”
Jeno’s laugh turns into a soft whimper, when you place a kiss just under his ear and start to slowly move down his neck, one kiss at a time. It makes you feels so good that you’re the one making him moan quietly right into your ear, causing his cock to twitch underneath you with such simple actions as kissing his neck, whispering sweet words into his ear.
“You’re such a pretty thing, you know,” you pant out, nibbling on his earlobe.
The way he smells drives you absolutely crazy, and you love the way his soft hair tickle your face ever so slightly. Gorgeous.
“God bless women’s bodies aren’t as traitorous as men’s, otherwise I’d have been utterly fucked a long time ago,” you say with a small chuckle, licking his skin as your fingers rake through his tangled locks.
“What?” he chokes out, his hands now clenched tightly on the fabric of your t-shirt, his breathing heavy.
“You can’t even imagine how aroused I can get just from observing you simply being yourself,” you murmur, peppering the skin of his neck with kisses. “Only I know how many times I’ve got off to the memory of you cooking a diner for me shirtless.”
“Seems like I should do that more often then,” he hums, placing both of his hands on your hips.
“Wonder what would taste better: my cooking or me.”
“Good question,” you laugh, your mind already being flooded with the images of Jeno cooking for you, and you licking tasty things off his skin.
You start to slowly but steadily rock your hips against his, searching for the best angle to get off. When you finally find it, a jolt of pleasure runs through your body, and you sigh his name softly.
“My name sounds so pretty when you say it,” he murmurs into your neck, his lips, tongue and teeth all over your skin.
“Since today, I’ll say it as often as you want me to,” you moan, your head falling back as he starts to massage your breast through the fabric of your t-shirt.
The sounds of moaning, panting and curses fill the room, as the humping becomes more and more aggressive, both of you getting closer and closer to your release. The seam in the front of your pants rubs onto your clit just the right way, especially with his hard cock pressed against it. It feels wonderful to finally be in such a situation with him.
“Fuck, I’m going to cum into my briefs because of you,” Jeno moans, but clearly he doesn’t mind that.
“Next time, I swear to god, I’m coming right into your pussy,” he pants into your ear.
The image that forms in your head pushes you over the edge, and you come hard. While shivers run through your body, Jeno holds you strongly, bringing you even closer as you lazily move your hips, riding your orgasm. You can’t tell for how long you’ve stayed like that, but you sure took your time.
“I think I’m the one whose underwear is ruined now,” you sigh into his neck, when the aftershocks die out, and you can feel your drenched panties in all their uncomfortable glory.
Jeno laughs softly, such a beautiful sound feeling your ears. The feeling of his thick biceps pressed on either side of your waist is certainly something else, and you know that in the future his arms will receive a lot of your attention.
“I’m not sorry at all, but I’ll happily help you take your panties off,” he says, his hands massaging your butt and thighs.
“And the rest of your clothes too, of course. Let’s not forget, I have a promise to keep,” he whispers into your ear, placing kisses all over your head.
You can feel your core clenching in delicious anticipation.
“Indeed, you’ve made a promise,” you answer, a smirk forming on your lips.
“And I promise that I’ll make you scream my name, Jeno baby.”
His cock twitches at that.
“Can’t wait.”
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