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hyuckssunchip · 2 years

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Summer Heat and Summer Swims

Pairings: Jeno x Reader

Words: 3.4K

Warnings: minimal fluff, light humor, smut, pool sex-ish, public sex, exhibitionism, dirty talk, unprotected sex

Synopsis:

It’s fucking hot.

Summer heat had gotten to you and your boyfriend Jeno, but when the opportunity arises you find yourself in the depths of the coolest pool you had ever been in. But things change when Jeno starts to get a little too hot.

“God, it’s so fucking hot.” Jeno groaned out, splaying a limb across you trying to get as much air to skin ratio as possible.

“Ugh.” You shoved his arm off of you, sending an annoyed look. “Don’t touch me, you’re making me hot.”

Jeno smirked head turning to the side to stare at your side profile. “Don’t I always make you hot.”

Sighing you pushed yourself off the bed, trudging towards the bathroom. “Don’t be gross.”

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.

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