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instead of you [part twelve] || l.mh

pairing: [best friend’s brother] lee minho x college!reader ft. han jisung

summary: you didn’t expect to spend your summer pretending to be your best friend’s girlfriend- then again, you didn’t expect to fall for your best friend’s brother, either. 

warnings: swearing, mentions of sex (18+ mdni)

word count: 3.5k

a/n: revamped my tom holland series from my main blog ( @wazzupmrstark ) to try and motivate myself to finish it!!

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The flight from Naples to Tokyo took fourteen hours, not including the two-and-a-half-hour layover in Istanbul, meaning you had sixteen and a half hours to sit in awkward tension-filled silence next to Jisung. The tension was one-sided, of course, but it was still agonizing to endure.

You had been able to push your anxiety aside during your last day in Italy because it had been so busy. There had been a power outage in the middle of the night, causing everyone to oversleep and miss the ferry for one of your tours that morning. It had been a scramble to get back on schedule and do as much as possible with the time you had left. The boys had been hungover and their parents were tired of wrangling them. You had dozens of photos on your camera roll of Jisung and Felix bickering when they were supposed to be posing for a nice picture, and even more of Minho flicking them off. 

But now you were stuck alone with your thoughts, unable to use distraction as a means to escape. You tried reading your book, but found yourself unable to concentrate on the words on the page. After staring at the same paragraph for over fifteen minutes Jisung noticed and asked if you were okay and you finally decided to call it quits. 

You almost wished the Hans hadn’t scheduled in a day and a half to adjust to the time zone change. You’d rather exhaust yourself with the nonstop tourist bullshit than have to cope with the reality that you had gotten off to thoughts about your best friend’s brother. Not to mention living with the secret that the same best friend’s brother had kissed you not long before that. 

If Jisung noticed anything was off, he didn’t mention it. He probably chalked it up to lack of sleep, or perhaps was too tired himself to care. 

“Which one of us do you think will be randomly selected in customs today?” Felix asked, stretching his arms above his head. 

You were standing in the aisle waiting to deplane, placing bets on who’d get searched by border agents this time. Somehow each time you traveled to a new place one of you was always chosen to get pat down or have your carry-on searched. Minho had yet to be the lucky winner, and you suspected it had something to do with his celebrity status. 

“Y/n,” Minho answered easily. “She has the U.S. passport.”

You rolled your eyes. “Like Korea has a squeaky clean record with Japan.”

“Okay, but it’s the other way around for us. At least we didn’t-”

“Bro, you can’t say the b word on a plane,” Felix interrupted.

“Even when the plane’s on the ground?”

Jisung shrugged. “Better safe than sorry.”

“Whatever,” Minho continued. “It’s definitely going to be y/n.”

-

“Would you mind stepping out of line, ma’am?” 

You sighed, not even bothering to look back at the boys. You already knew they were grinning like idiots and you didn’t want to give them the satisfaction. The agent ushered you to the side behind a glass partition, but not before you heard another agent repeat the same question to one of the Hans. You smiled to yourself, happy not to be the only one singled out.

Behind the privacy screen another agent greeted you and asked you to take your sweatshirt off, explaining that it was too baggy and needed to be checked. You saw other people in baggy clothes who weren’t getting pulled out of line, but assumed they didn’t have the red flag of “U.S. Citizen” printed on their identification that would be cause for any additional suspicion. You complied with the agent’s request and pulled your sweatshirt off for them to further inspect.

You were glad you’d worn a sports bra beneath your sweatshirt because you usually didn’t wear anything underneath them. As soon as your head was out of the pullover you immediately met by Minho’s polite smile. 

He averted his eyes as soon as he saw you, pausing his conversation with the official to mumble a quiet ‘sorry’ to you as he was shown to the spot next to yours. 

You zoned out as they spoke, only aware of him again when he started unbuckling his belt. You caught his eye this time. 

“Forgot to take it off,” he explained.

“Sweatshirt’s too loose.”

You both faced forward as the customs officials proceeded through the motions. You were stuck standing there half-naked with your arms wrapped around your chest self-consciously while an agent pat Minho’s legs down. 

“Dad said we can meet them at baggage claim,” Minho said after a few moments of silence between the two of you. “They went on without us.”

“Okay,” you squeaked back in response. 

You knew it wouldn’t take long, but it still made you nervous to be alone with Minho. Jisung was like a safety blanket, or a buffer between you and him and without him you were afraid it would be painfully awkward. 

The woman handed you your sweatshirt back and you had to wait for Minho outside of the screening area. He joined you a minute or so later.

“They find any dirt on you?” you asked from where you were leaning against the wall across from the exit. 

“Nope, you?”

“Yeah, actually I’m in custody right now. Can’t believe you missed the handcuffs.”

“Man, what’d they get you for?” 

“Identity theft,” you sighed. 

“Damn, that’s a bummer,” Minho replied, false sympathy rolling off his words. 

He cocked his head in the direction the rest of his family had went, indicating that you should get going, and held out a hand to pull you upright. You took it hesitantly and let him help you. 

“I was actually hoping you could bail me out?” you went on, continuing with the bit. 

Minho made a sound through his teeth and grimaced. “I’m kinda broke right now.”

“Aren’t you a famous dancer?”

“Sorry, but I think you have me confused with someone else.”

“No, you’re definitely the guy!”

“You’re thinking of Choi Minho,” he insisted.

“Remember that IOU you gave me? I’m cashing it in now.”

“That’s not how it works!” 

You laughed. “No, but if I ever actually get arrested I’m using my IOU to get you to bail me out of jail.”

“I don’t think that a kiss and getting bailed out of prison are comparable, but I didn’t put any conditions on that postcard, did I?”

“Nope!” You smiled happily.

“Well that’s on me, so…”

You took the shuttle together to the other side of the airport where the rest of the Hans were waiting and finally found them with all of your luggage at the furthest carousel from the entrance. 

“It’s about time!” Felix yelled over the crowd as soon as he saw you. 

Jisung grinned when he saw you and you couldn’t help but grin back. He wrapped an arm around you instinctively and you relaxed into his shoulder, relieved to be with him again. It hadn’t dawned on you until that moment just how attached you were, but you didn’t have time to dwell on it because the other Hans were all looking at you expectantly.

“Did everything go okay?” Nikki asked. 

Minho nodded. “They made y/n strip, but it was uneventful otherwise.”

You pursed your lips, cheeks burning. “It was just my sweatshirt!” you hissed to Jisung. 

“Yeah, but you never wear anything under your sweatshirts!” Jisung hissed back.

“I had a bra on this time.”

“Oh, so it was just another night at the bar for you?” You wrestled yourself out of Jisung’s grasp at that and glared. “Am I wrong?”

Jisung’s dad cut in before you could respond. He had a habit of calling “family meetings” in the middle of public spaces to finalize plans and get everybody on the same page, which was always an experience. 

“Alright, gather up, gang!” he said, beckoning you all closer. “So we’ll be staying at… this hotel,” he explained and turned his phone around to show you the name of it. “And the thing is, we have two rooms to share between the six of us. One for your mother and I, and another for you four.”

“What?” Jisung asked. “You’re going to make us stay with them?”

“I thought we were getting three rooms like every other time,” Minho chimed in.

“We were meant to, but I made a mistake when booking it,” Dom clarified.

“How?”

“The entire website was in Japanese, Jisung. I don’t know Japanese!”

“Dad, Google has a translate webpage option!” Felix groaned.

“Well no one told me that while I was booking this entire trip by myself!”

You traded a look with Minho, who looked just as panicked as you felt. But it would only be for a week. You would find a way to manage. You didn’t really have any other option.

“I’m sure it’ll be fun,” Jisung tried, forcing a smile.

“That’s the spirit!” Dom cheered. “We’ll make it work.”

-

“Ji and I will take the bunk beds.”

The room was a decent size. It was definitely bigger than Jisung’s dad had made it sound. A large window on the back wall flooded the space with natural light and offered a view of the city below. By the door was a small fridge and a countertop with a sink and a couple of burners built in so that guests could cook their own meals. There was a queen sized bed jutting out from the western-facing wall and built into the adjacent wall were two twin-sized bunks, one on top of the other, making the room feel… cozy.

Felix and Minho traded looks with each other.

“Kidding.”

The boys visibly relaxed and chuckled awkwardly.

“If I ever have to share a bed with Minho again it’ll be too soon,” Felix sighed.

“Is that any way to treat your big brother?” Minho scoffed.

“I’m taller than you.”

“That’s only because you’re wearing boots.”

“Whatever,” Felix grumbled, kicking off his shoes by the door.

Minho slung his backpack onto the top bunk and pulled his sweatshirt off over his head, exposing a strip of his stomach in the process. You looked away instinctively, hoping that you hadn’t drawn any attention to yourself while doing so.

“You always get the top bunk,” Felix whined.

“Yeah, because I’m older.”

“That’s not fair!”

“My brothers are actually ten years old,” Jisung explained to you, raising his voice so that you could hear him over the bickering.

“No, I think ten-year-olds know how to take turns,” you said dismissively, not missing the glares from the other two Hans.

“You’re right,” Jisung agreed. He pushed his hair out of his eyes and sighed. “Reminds me of the family vacations we used to take. We used to share one hotel room when we traveled.”

“All boys… I don’t know how your mom did it.”

“None of us do.”

“I thought we were going to sleep,” Felix muttered from where he was already laying down on the bottom bunk, clearly irritated.

“Give us a minute to settle in, dude,” Jisung shot back before dropping into a whisper. “It’s going to be a long week.”

You shook your head, putting your hands on his shoulders. “Everyone’s just cranky because they’re tired,” you reasoned. “We’ll get some sleep and then grab some food and then maybe they’ll be in a better mood.”

“You don’t know them like I do,” Jisung warned.

“That’s true, but won’t they tone it down since I’m here?”

Jisung snorted. “Wishful thinking.”

You rolled your eyes. “Whatever, I’m going to hop in the shower. I feel gross after being on a plane for so long.”

“I’ll go after you,” Jisung replied with a nod. “Let me know if you need anything.”

You thanked him with a kiss under the watchful eyes of his brothers who both groaned in protest.

“Oh, fuck off,” Jisung growled against your lips.

“By the way, sharing a bed doesn’t mean you get to mess around because I don’t want to hear that shit.”

“Felix!” Jisung and Minho shouted, Minho going as far as throwing a pillow at his younger brother from the top bunk.

“Just being honest! We heard you going at it like rabbits when you had your own room, and I didn’t say anything about it then-”

“Felix.” To your surprise, it was Minho who cut him off, raising another pillow in warning. Thankfully, Felix took the hint that time and shut up, crossing his arms over his chest in annoyance.

You smiled to yourself with the knowledge that your little Easy A stunt had worked, and looked over to see that Jisung was wearing a matching smirk. He winked at you before turning to glare at his brothers.

“On that note, I’m going to shower,” you said, mostly to Jisung, and made your way over to where you had dropped your suitcase by the door.

You gathered a set of pajamas to change into and then wandered into the bathroom, quietly closing the door behind you. It was one of those rolling doors so you had to be extra careful not to knock it off its hinges or the track and cause even more noise than necessary. You set your change of clothes on the counter next to the sink and began to undress, leaving your worn clothes on the floor.

The shower was kept in a room separate from the room with the sink and vanity, something you had read was common for Japanese washrooms. Inside the second room was a bathtub with a complicated looking panel next to it. With a closer inspection you determined it was used to fill the bath with water and customize the temperature. The showerhead was secured to the wall just to the side of the tub which meant you would have to hold it while you showered, but you didn’t mind. You were used to holding the showerhead for… other reasons.

Your shower was quick. You didn’t want to take too long when you knew other people were waiting for it. You were drained too. Even as you dried yourself off with a towel you could feel your arms start to get heavier.

You wrapped your hair in your towel and put on your pajamas shortly after, trying not to cringe at the way the fabric clung to your still-damp body. Usually you wouldn’t get dressed in the bathroom right after taking a shower because it was always so humid and sticky, you’d go out in the bedroom to do it, but as Jisung’s girlfriend the latter wasn’t an option. So you dealt with the discomfort and ventured back into the main room.

It was dark now. Someone, you assumed Jisung, had pulled the blackout curtains shut so that the daylight could no longer stream through the window. Felix was already fast asleep, but Minho and Jisung were still awake, scrolling through their phones on their respective sides of the room.

Jisung was perched on top of your bed, resting comfortably. He wasn’t underneath the covers, probably because he knew you didn’t like to share a bed with someone who hadn’t showered.

He smiled when he saw you and pushed himself up onto his elbows.

“Shower’s all yours,” you said.

“Thanks.”

You watched him rifle through his suitcase for pajamas and then eventually disappear into the bathroom before finally flinging yourself onto the bed. You still needed to take your hair out of the towel and brush your teeth, but you took a moment to just. Lay there.

Minho didn’t acknowledge you, hadn’t so much as looked at you since you came out of the bathroom, but you still found yourself looking over to him.

At the airport he had seemed at least a little concerned that he would have to share a room with you. Even in the cab to the hotel he kept sneaking glances at you when he thought you weren’t paying attention. But now he looked completely relaxed and you were second guessing yourself. Maybe you’d been projecting. Maybe he hadn’t been anxious at all.

You, on the other hand, felt like you hadn’t been able to exhale since Dom had announced that you’d be sharing a room with Jisung’s brothers.

It had dawned on you as soon as you stepped into the hotel room that you’d never be able to let your guard down. Before this point you had at least been able to take breaks, retreat to your hotel room with Jisung and be yourselves without worrying that one of his family members was around. You hadn’t needed to keep up the act 24/7, but now you had no other choice. It was only for a week, but you knew it was going to be exhausting. You weren’t even sure that your current performance was believable, and that was without all of the more intimate interactions couples had in private. The good night kisses, the cuddling in bed together, falling asleep in each other’s arms, the good morning kisses, all things you’d have to take into consideration. Most couples you knew moved in harmony, like they were one person, half of a whole. You and Jisung were more like the hands on a clock. You were always moving in the same direction, and once in a while you’d overlap, but more often than not you were facing each other on completely opposite sides of the clock. It was what made you such good friends. Best friends. But what would make you terrible lovers.

To be fair, a lot of people misunderstood your dynamic, which you had been using to your advantage. They assumed that since you were always together you were basically the same person- and they weren’t necessarily wrong. You and Jisung spent a majority of your time together. You knew each other well enough to finish each other’s sentences, to voice aloud what the other was thinking before they even said it.

The vibration of your phone next to you disrupted your train of thought. It was a text from Jisung.

Can you come here rq? I need help lol.

Confused, you pushed back the covers and stood up. You dropped your phone back on the bed and walked over to the bathroom, keenly aware of the way Minho stiffened in his bed.

You rolled back the door and found Jisung standing in his boxers next to the tub.

“What is it?” you asked, shutting the door behind you.

“How did you figure out the shower? I can’t get the water to be hot.”

“This is what you called me in here for?” you said, exasperation dripping from your voice.

“Yes! I don’t want to take a cold shower.” He said it like it should’ve been obvious.

“Did you try messing with the knobs? That’s how I figured it out.”

Jisung’s cheeks turned a faint shade of pink as he pursed his lips, thinking about how to answer.

“Not all of them,” he admitted.

“Are you fucking kidding me?”

“Sorry?”

“It’s the one on the left, dumbass,” you said and twisted the knob for him.

“Thanks,” he mumbled sheepishly. “I just didn’t want to fuck up the shower or anything.”

Men, you thought to yourself shaking your head.

“I’m going to bed,” you told him. “Before your brothers think I’m in here giving you head or something.”

“Let them think what they want,” he said, shrugging it off.

“I want to preserve what little amount of respect they have for me, thanks.”

Jisung just chuckled and thanked you again as you let yourself out into the room with the sink. While you were there you hung up your wet towel and brushed your teeth with your finger and the toothpaste the hotel provided. You were too lazy to go get your toothbrush out of your bag.

“That was fast.”

You jumped, hand racing to your heart when you realized it was just Minho. He was still in his bed, but had rolled onto one side so that he could talk to you.

“You scared the shit out of me!” you hissed.

“Sorry.” He didn’t sound very sorry. “What did my brother want?”

God damn it, Jisung.

“Why do you ask?”

Minho shrugged. “Just wondering.”

“He needed help figuring out the shower,” you explained.

“Glad he has you for that.”

You narrowed your eyes at the boy in the top bunk. He was trying to get under your skin. Why?

The ball was in your court. You could be the bigger person and let it go, or-

“He has me for a lot of things.” You pushed your tongue against your cheek so that there was a visible outline and brought your fist up to your mouth, moving it back and forth subtly so that he’d get the idea without being too obscene. “But you already knew that, didn’t you?”

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bestfriend!jeno|cutie!reader

genre: nasty k? Like look hear me out, lemme explain myself. this my first jeno piece k? he’s sexy, and and and like I indulged k? k?

warnings: nasty kissing, it's cute in the beginning though then smut, creampie, multiple orgasms, jeno is lowkey a freak, loves calling you pretty girl, chain. dangling. action. he eats pussy, he eats it good too, strength kink, biting, besties desperate,

words: 4.5k

songs: fubu by ambre, fue mejor by kali uchis ft sza, sailboat by quin

jeno ♡︎: can we call? I miss your pretty face ;)

You perked your head at the sudden message, a wide smile appearing upon your face as you read the text over once more. He had been so busy with his group and performances that you both haven’t had a chance to really talk much, sadly.

you: yeah! call me, loser.

Jeno didn’t waste a single second after receiving that text, the FaceTime screen appearing notifying that he wanted to video call. Answering immediately, the look on his face was not pleased. He was being playful, you know that cute smile of his was going to to appear as soon as you smiled.

“Is this what I get? I wanted to see your pretty face and you call me a loser? Harsh.” He rolled his eyes, slowing smirking at he stared at you. “Shut up. I missed you loser, how are you? I love the eyebrow slit by the way, it looks really good.” You complimented as you laid back on your bed. He sat up in his spot, hand rubbing his bare chest before toying with the little charm on his gold chain. Black hair messy and barely covering his eyes. He looked handsome even when he was tired.

“Thank you. I’m good, really sleepy but I wanted to talk to you. I missed you too. Maybe we can fall asleep on the phone tonight, I really need it since I’m not with you physically.” He pouted. The fact that it made you pout well was enough to make you coo. “Yeah yeah, I don’t have my cuddle buddy so yeah. I’m a little salty about it. Jaemin has been denying me of cuddles since he’s your substitute.”

You tsked jokingly; mentally noting to give Jaemin a piece of your mind. You know he’d listen to you, that man was too much wrapped around your finger to tell you no.

'That's a shame." You shook your head. "Yeah, he's being mean to me. So, can we? Please?" Never saying no to him, you smiled softly.

"Of course. Want to share play so we can listen to some music together?"

Jeno sat up in his spot. "I thought you'd never fucking ask. I'll send the link. Hold up."

You could hear him shuffling around as you were getting comfortable yourself, switching one light off and turning on the one that lit up the room with pretty lights, a purple, pink and yellow combination. Jeno said he always loved seeing those lights on, especially when he slept over. You told him you'd buy one for him but he said it wouldn't hit hard enough when he had it, it was something comfortable about you having it.

Once the link was sent, you tapped it and instantly your shared music started playing. New Person, Same Old Mistakes fitting the right vibe. Jeno smiled as he watched you bob your head to the song, man did he miss you. Missed you too fucking much.

It was never the same when he didn't have you around. Something about how he didn’t get to see you like he usually did because of his busy schedule. It pained him really but those selfies, the texts and videos you would send him always helped him through the busy days. Those feelings that lingered seemed to grow stronger as days, weeks and even months went by.

Utterly obsessed with you was starting to become a serious thing, a real thing that he couldn't control. He knew it was getting bad when his thoughts went dark with filth, how he wished he had his hands on you, touching and squeezing.

Just the thought made his face warm. "What are you doing?" He raised an eyebrow as he looked up at the ceiling. "I'm just looking online for some more graphic tees, you know that cute baggy ones?"

He titled his head. "I might? Send me a few pictures." Of course he knew what you were talking about, he was just going to buy them for you.

You took a screenshot of few examples from the current that you liked and sent them to him.

"Oh those kinds, yeah those are cute as fuck. You thinking of getting them..?" He only questioned as he added those shirts into the cart. "Mm, I'm not sure. I'll look at a couple more but I want like two that go with my colored jeans I have. Like the brown ones I have."

"Yeah, I got you. What about accessories, I know you're starting to rock more accessories with your fits. I think those earrings you wear make you look really pretty." He decided that adding jewelry to the cart would be a nice touch so he took a chance on what he thought you would like and wear.

You looked at him with a shy smile. "Jeno shut up."

"Make me." He licked his lips and chuckled at you looked away. "I call you pretty all the time and this just seemed to make you all shy, hm? Why is that?" His tone was playful, teasing and you loved every single second of it.

"Don't question me, Lee Jeno." You muttered sassily.

"Oh but I will. You can't stop me." The way he looked at you sent shivers down your spine. It was a different kind of look, a way you've never experienced before. At least, one you've never seen before. You wondered if he's look at you like this before. His eyes were low, lips slightly ajar as he stared at you.

"That's what I thought..say thank you." You wouldn't admit that hearing him talk like that made your thighs rub together. I felt wrong just doing the action but your best friend was fucking hot. Nothing more to it, he was attractive. You rubbed your bottom lip softly as you mumbled.

"Thank you Jeno."

"Good girl, you're welcome." He propped his phone up and relaxed back, one arm behind his head. You could tell he was starting to get sleepier and you figured why not do the same.

"I miss you a lot Jeno, I hope you come back soon..' You mumbled, grabbing a hold of one of your plushies.

"I promise I will." He whispered sleepily.

Jeno's name popped up on your screen, that familiar jingle filling your ears before you answered the call. He was sweaty, black cap on his head pushed up a little to show the sheen of sweat on his forehead. He licked his lips before smiling, eyebrows furrowed as he looked at you. "Hey."

"Hi, you're calling me while you're at the..gym?" You raised an eyebrow.

"Yeah, is that a problem?" He tilted his head a little as he asked.

You shook your head before responding, crossing your legs as you sat back against your headboard. "No, it's just unusual. You like full focus while working out. How's the tour going?''

"It's going great, almost done. It's nice seeing all our fans you know? Makes me happy."

"That's really sincere of you. It makes me happy knowing that you guys are getting all that support and love. I mean, shit the music is fire. I hope you get a break once you're done, are you gonna bring something back?" You jokingly asked.

"Oh, so you just care about the gifts huh?"

"Noo Jeno, I don't even care about the gifts. I miss you more than anything right now and I really want to see you when things are settled...this is the longest i've been without you."

He clicked his tongue. You can't say shit like that, let alone look at him the way that you're looking. Mouth in a pout, eyes glossy, eyebrows furrowed once more to really put icing on the cake. "Don't look at me like that."

Things were starting to get harder for him, looks aren't nearly enough to do him good with the way he's been feeling.

"Why not?"

"Because..." He sighed.

"Because what?"

"Do you really wanna know? I don't think it'd be appropriate in a public setting like this.." Oh this was different, yet this was the same feeling you felt the other night. This urge to push your thighs together, satisfy the ache that started to grow so easily. Your thoughts passing a boundary of no return with just how badly you wanted Jeno. Had he been closer to you, you would have exposed yourself and revealed all the nasty shit you've been fantasizing about him but to know he was...feeling a type of way. It made you feel heavy in the brain.

You wanted to know. You craved to know.

"I wanna...I wanna know." You mumbled.

Jeno sighed once more, not once looking around. He didn't need to since he was in a totally private gym. "You wanna know, huh? Would it make you feel good knowing how much you turn me on? Or the fact that every time i see you, I want to fuck you until you can't think straight?"

The air seemed to get thinner as you tried to hold in any noise that deemed needy. "It's perverted of me, right pretty girl? How badly I wanna fuck my own best friend, blow her fucking back out." That made you whimper, hearing that made you want to touch yourself.

"Jeno.." You whispered. You didn't know he had a mouth like that on him.

He looked down, noticing the tent in his gym shorts. "Fuck, m' hard baby. Look.." He flipped the camera and angled it down, hand gripping the outline of his dick without an inch of shame. You couldn't only imagine how he would be if he was physically with you.

"This is what you do to me. You plan on fixing it?" He flipped the camera back to his face, hat pulled off and dark hair wet with sweat. Jaw tight and eyes dark as he looked at you, it was the kind of looked that made you want to spread your legs and show him just how wet he made you.

You did, you boldly propped your phone up to show your panties: more specifically the dark spot on your panties and how lovely the material cupped your pussy. He groaned lowly, swallowing his spit as he parted his lips to speak.

Lost for words he was, too in love with the sight of your wet pussy. It was a tease, it was almost deadly how badly he wanted to taste you. A sweet mess that was ruining your panties instead of on his tongue. It was fucked up actually.

"You plan on fixing this Jeno..?" You flipped his question on him and he had to keep himself from booking a private flight back home.

"Wanna fuck around and find out?"

"I do." You nibbled on your bottom lip. "I really do." The drag of your palm made you shiver slightly as you pushed it lower until you were able to cup your pussy.

"Fuck-" He wished you were more careful with your words.

"I bet you wanna cum on my dick so badly."

You nodded your head. "Yeah.."

"Yeah?"

"Yes Jeno! Don't tease me like that."

"I can do whatever I want."

After that little scene, it seemed like things progressively got worse when he was being very mean to you over texts. Just text messages, no calls and you were starting to lose your mind. Dramatic words of course but it felt like it. You hated him for making you feel like this and the feelings were mutual. He hated how easy it was to make him feel like...this. Fucked up and desperate. Pussy drunk when he couldn't even taste you; feel you.

The tour happened to finish back in your state and he was thankful that his plan fit in his schedule. It was starting to get late and you hoped you would get to talk to Jeno before you went to bed. The text almost startled you in a way. You weren't expecting anything.

jeno ♡︎: hey, come open the door.

you: why?

jeno ♡︎: your package said it was delivered.

you: jeno..i know you didn't.

you: why

jeno ♡︎: why not? shut up and lemme spoil you. now go get it.

You dropped your phone on the bed and slipped your slippers on before walking down the hall and into the living room, tugging down your shorts. Once you pulled the door fully open, there stood Jeno with a bouquet of flowers and a duffle bag, package indeed resting beside him.

You gazed him, top to bottom from his shoes to the baggy black cargo jeans, baggy long sleeve striped shirt to the gold chains around his neck. He looked too good, too good for even you and here you were wearing a pair of heart printed pajama shorts and a long sleeve top that exposed your left shoulder.

"Huh?"

"Surprise..?" He smiled as he looked at you, looking pretty as always. Skin glowing and just a perfect sight for him. Now that he was standing in front of you, the weight of him missing you crashed down heavily. He couldn't think straight seeing you and he almost laughed at the fact.

"Are you just gonna stand there pretty girl or what?" He spoke again.

You cupped his cheeks, the warmth of your palms spreading to his cold cheeks as you pulled him into a gentle kiss. Your glossy lips colliding with his soft ones. He dropped his bag to grab your hip and squeeze, pulling you close as his tongue met your in a desperate kiss. It was like he was deprived of you and this was his way of feeding his hunger. His fingers dug into your softness, kissing you in the doorway of your front door, not giving a fuck who saw.

You break away from the kiss and breathlessly whispered, not wanting anything more to escalate. "In..in." As he trailed his lips down to your neck, firm yet soft kisses to your skin. "Fuck wait." He pulled away, grabbing his back and leaned down to lift up the package all while you watched. You should have offered to help but it didn't matter once his dropped the items down.

He pushed you further into the house and kicked the front door closed, shoes getting kicked off as well. "I got you flowers.." He chuckled as he held them out for you to take and when you did, he watched you look at them. Watched you smell them before setting them in the vase that sat on your little table.

"Thank you Jeno." He grabbed you once more to kiss you, kiss the gloss off your lips before trailing sticky kisses down your neck. All while his hands got greedy enough to move from your hips to squeeze the fat off your ass. "I wanted this to be a bit more romantic but I desperately have been waiting to taste your pussy, ____.." He guided you back on the couch, watching you drop onto the soft cushions.

"Jeno!' You exclaimed, laughing as he seemed to really have no filter or no sense of self control. Hovering over you for a moment, he gripped his shirt tugging it off. He was a sight to see, lean yet toned in areas that had you drooling.

"What? Can you blame me for being like this when I haven't seen you in months and like two fucking days ago I see your pussy while I'm at the gym? Miles away. I want it." He chuckled softly as he gave the part of your outer thigh a smack. "So I'm gonna take it..'

You were thankful the couch was big enough for this sort of thing. Leaning back down, he kissed you as he pressed his hips against yours. Even with his pants on, you could feel how hard he already was. He could feel how desperate you were just by how you were grinding back.

Hands squeezing and tugging areas that made you moan, sliding up your thin shirt to cup your breasts. He lowered himself to take enough to take a nipple into his mouth, shirt nudged away to give him access. He sucked and tugged on the nipple before giving attention to the other one. Both breasts tingling, nipples hard.

Any sound you made only made him want to fuck you more. Tugging your shorts off and leaving you in just your panties and shirt.

"Wanna taste your pussy so badly." He guided your body, flipping you onto your stomach before landing a rough spank to your ass. Such a pretty fucking arch you had when he did spank it again, thumb rubbing along your slit as he pressed kisses against your back.

The rough scrape of his teeth against your skin making you push back against his thumb. "Fuck you're so hot.." He whispered as his face got lower, kissing your ass and sinking his teeth into the fat of the cheeks before getting low enough to press a sweet kiss to your clothed pussy. Just the scent of you was driving him insane.

He pushed your panties to the side, groaning loudly as he stared at your pussy with no inch of shame. "...can i?" How polite of him to ask.

"Please."

His tongue pushed past your pussy lips, sliding between your slick folds. He had such a hold on your thigh that you were sure it would leave a mark with just how hard he was gripping, nails digging into your skin. He flicked his tongue against your clit, sucking your folds as the taste of you spread on his tongue and fueled the fire in his gut.

He ate like he had never eaten before, teasing rough fingers along your slit as he fucked you with his tongue, sucking so loudly. He knew he could sit here and eat you out for the rest of the night but the need to fuck you was heavy. To feel you cling to him, feel you tremble in his hands as he fucked another orgasm out of you.

"Oh..oh.." You gripped the cushions, pushing back as he rolled his tongue. Kisses pressed your slick pussy lips before he pulled away, lips glossy from your arousal.

"Jeno-" Your ability to speak was suddenly cut short when he sunk two long fingers into you, leaning over you once more to press gentle kisses to your spine. "I got you baby.." He softly speaks, voice strained as he pumped his fingers in and out of you. The cold gold of his chains meeting your hot skin, mind growing hazy as he felt your pussy squeeze his fingers. The wet sound of his fingers fucking you made him moan.

He couldn't believe how fucked up he was just from touching you.

"Shit." He growled, quickening his pace. You were a mess, so caught up in the pleasure. You were close, he knew you were close. "M'gonna cum...jeno gonna cum.."

"Cum baby, cum on my fingers.." Those simple words pushing you to your limit, he watched as you shivered but push your hips back for something more. He couldn't believe his eyes. Nothing could have been hotter than that.

"You're making this difficult for me, jesus-" Pulling his fingers out slowly, he spread them to watch your sticky cum spread between them both. He took them into his mouth, sucking his fingers clean as the taste of you was one that he was obsessed over.

"Fuck me, wanna feel you inside me.." You whined.

He leaned up, kneeling behind you to push his pants and boxers down. This was no way near romantic but he promised he'd make it up to you, he swore. Feeling the warm air hit his bare cock made him hiss, dragging his ringed thumb along his cock then wrapping his fingers around it, stroking himself slowly as gooey precum spilled.

"I'm sorry, pretty girl.." He pushed his cock against your ass, making you feel the throbbing heat before he slid it against your wet pussy.

"Shut up.."

He only chuckled as he pushed into you, gripping you tight as he watched you push back until your ass made contact with his thighs. A bold fucking woman you were. The stretch of your velvety walls making him throb intensely. Pulling back out, tilted his head back a little as he pushed back in. "Jeno please..."

"I'm only giving you time pretty girl- only being polite. I'll fuck you like I promise I would...gotta let you really feel me ya know?"

Jeno pushed his hand against your head softly, starting a steady tempo of fucking you. Deep. Slow. The constant snap of his hips against your ass growing louder as he watched your pussy coat his dick. You loved how he was soft yet manhandled you in a way that showed you just how strong he was.

"You're fuckin tight.." He mumbled lowly, rubbing your hip in his palm.

The natural curves, the soft touch of your skin and the way sweat coated your body. Roughly, he dragged his nails along your back, snapping his hips faster. Your shirt pushed up to expose more skin, he licked his lips.

'Oh..god-"

You had never felt like this, felt so exposed. Loving the touch he gave and the way he fucked you deep. Any article of clothing disregarded, tossed on the carpet.

Skin to skin.

One smack turned into two more. He couldn't believe he didn't get a taste of this before. A taste of what you were hiding for so many years. The fact that feelings were shared, lust was shown and need was strong made him ache. He was able to see your beauty, able to see your body tremble and face contront with pleasure all because of him.

Heaven knows he'd been fantasizing about you for ages.

He basked in your moans, fucked you until you knew you could feel him in your tummy. Every stroke sending a shockwave of pleasure throughout your entire body. So sensitive from the first orgasm, another one coming.

"Fuck, are you gonna cum again?" His dark eyes dropped to watch your cunt pulsate. Creamy cum coating the base of his dick as he pushed in. "Already?" He taunted lowly. He felt you squeeze him as your body almost dropped, hands shaking.

It was hot enough to make him cum, pulling out rather quickly. He watched his dick bob up and down, squirting string of pearly cum against your pussy.

Jeno smirked with bated breath, watching his cum run down your pussy lips.

"Jeno where...I never thought you'd fuck me like that." He chuckled as he slowly flipped you onto your back, capturing your lips into a kiss as he held your face in his hand. Fingers digging into your soft cheeks as he slid his tongue into your mouth. Kissed you like he was making it known that you were his, claiming you. You wrapped your hand around his cock, stroking him slowly.

It felt like you were becoming delirious.

Desperately you wanted him back inside you. He pulled away, breaking the kiss with a low grunt as he gripped your thighs, tugging you a bit lower before letting you guide him back into your tight hole.

Giving your cheek a soft caress, he hooked his thumb into your mouth, letting his spit hit your tongue. "Shit- you're so hot...swallow it." He pushed his hips against you, deep and precise strokes, sounds of skin colliding only grew louder within the living room.

Each rough thrust making your body rut up against the couch, breasts bouncing with the same tempo.

He leaned over, chain dangling over you; swinging back and forth.

"Shit..shit I'm love with you.." The utter control he had over you entirely, the way your mind clouded with just him. Eyes watching him as he stared right back at you. The look of lust, the look of pure animalistic desire, the look of love as he fucked you. His forehead pressed against yours and hand cupped your cheek, his breath fanning over your lips. Hands clinging to him, you keened and cried. Messy words and breathless encouragement filled your ears.

You were so pretty, so fucking pretty. Overwhelmed and moaning because of him. His own best friend.

"Jenooo I-....I-.' He lowered his head into the crook of your neck, finding your hand in the midst of fucking you. He pulled it up to his lips then managed to guide your hand to the back of his neck. "I know. You're doing so good...fuck- just wanna make you feel good...make you cum again baby."

Your head turned to the side and he raised his head up to press his lips against your cheek, wrapping a strong arm around your shoulder and holding you against his body as he fucked you into a state of estacy.

You couldn't think straight, couldn't formulate words to save your life. Lee fucking Jeno was making you like this; this heady in the brain.

"You're squeezing me so tight, shit. You just couldn't wait for this huh? For me to fuck you like I wanted?" His voice grew hoarse.

"Claim this pussy as mine because that's what you wanted. Right? This pussy is mine, right baby?" His words were strong enough to hit you in the gut, strong waves of intense pleasure overwhelmed you completely as your orgasm came. He was pussy drunk, congested with nothing but you and the way your pussy felt wrapped around his dick. No one else could have you like he had you right now, no one ever would.

"Tell me it's mine.." He pushed himself up, gripping the back of your legs to hold him. "Fuckin tell me who this pussy belongs to."

"You! God you!"

He moaned. "Say my name, fuckin say it."

"Jeno! Please Jeno please...m' sensitive!" The man above you chuckled evilly, slowing his hips as he felt his cock throb. He thought it was cute seeing you grip him so tight.

"I know baby, my sensitive girl. Tell me you love me."

You were on the verge of tears. "I love you so much..." You whispered. You meant those words. Let this sudden energy fill the air with such deep affection.

"Good girl. I love you more.." As those words spilled from his lips, he fucked his cum deep into you, making sure to fill you up deep. Jeno's hips came to a complete stop and he stayed there.

This blissful look on your face made him melt, he couldn't help himself from pressing his lips against yours. He pulled out slowly, carefully. Suddenly he had missed the wet heat of your cunt so badly.

"Damn."

"I found out didn't I?" You whispered as you looked up at him.

"Who said I was done exactly?" He snickered as he pressed a soft kiss to your forehead.

"You horny fuck." You laughed.

"I got months of pent up frustration, pretty girl. Just shut up and lemme make you feel good yeah?" He gave your ass a little smack.

"Eat my pussy then." You slowly sat up. "And you call me the horny fuck?" He rubbed your inner thighs.

"I missed you, Jeno. I can't help myself." Shit when you put it like that.

"I missed you too. More than you realize. "

Isabel Scheck

Today I've decided to talk about love.

I have flashbacks

Of the first night

The contact of her skin

God wouldnt like this sin

So I ask him to close his eyes

When I take my shirt off

I ask him to pretend he is blind

If I have desire for a girl

I ask him to pretend he is deaf

When I'm not quiet because of a thrill

i like speaking nonsense. i find things there sometimes.