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wrapped around your fingers | lee jeno

title: wrapped around your fingers

pairing: CEO!lee jeno x fem!oc/reader (no name, no descriptions, third person) | mentioned: na jaemin

genre: smut, CEO!au, established relationship, fluff (if you squint) | requested

summary: Jeno finds out he has his girlfriend wrapped around his fingers... well, in a way he doesn’t quite expect.

warnings: smut, office sex, fingering (with rings on), oral sex (m receiving), dirty talk, praise kink, teasing, orgasm denial, minor impact play (pussy slaps), orgasm control, multiple orgasms, vibrator, light bdsm (spreader bars), squirting, rough sex, mirror sex, fingers sucking, hair pulling, hand around the throat (not chocking), minor cum play, aftercare, dom!jeno, bratty-sub!oc/reader

words: 8.009k

a/n: that’s what happens when you make me write about my strongest weakness. Hope you enjoy it. Let me know with comments, reblogs or asks!! | credits for the picture © somnia

The sound of her heels resonating through the building made heads turn around, staring at her as she walked through the corridors toward the elevator as if she owned the place.

She smiled at some of the workers she knew, mostly because she sneaked into meetings with Jeno even if she shouldn’t have been there.

She never should’ve been here, to be honest. Not even now. But after an entire week without seeing him, she was going insane.

When the elevator rang, signaling it had reached the 10th floor, she walked outside, briefly waving at the secretary at the front desk, slightly surprised to see her there, before she walked straight to Jeno’s office.

Pushing the big black door open, she stepped inside.

“Yeah, sure, I’ll call you tomorrow for the deal.” There he was. Busy over the phone, turned to look outside at the big windows behind his desk, turning around in surprise when he heard the sound of her heels against the floor.

He shrugged the surprise off his face, trying hard to concentrate on the phone call that didn’t seem to end. It was surely with an old client (both for the long-lasting partnership and for his age) and Jeno couldn’t just shut him off like that.

So, she sat on the black leather chair in front of his desk, waiting patiently for him to be free. Not that she minded staring at him, there was something dreamy (and hot) about him right now. The warm sunlight peeking from the windows hitting him. The way his toned legs were wrapped into the pants of his suit, the white blouse tucked inside, and the sleeves rolled up revealing his arms. Then her eyes fell on his fingers, they were tracing invisible lines on the black wooden desk, slim, veiny and adorned with the silver rings he always used to wear.

But something she couldn’t take her eyes off was the new watch on his wrist. It was objectively beautiful but there was something about the way it looked on him. And reminding herself how expensive it was almost made her have a heart attack again. There was something powerful behind it. One of the many signs of all the things Jeno had accomplished at such a young age. Sure, he couldn’t act as if his father’s support hadn’t been vital but he still walked on his own legs and she was incredibly proud of him.

So lost in her thoughts, she didn’t realize Jeno had hung up and was talking to her.

“Are you with me?” Jeno asked her, waving his hands in front of her face.

She blinked repeatedly, only now realizing he had moved from behind the desk. “Mmh? Yeah, just waiting for you to get off the call,” she replied, legs crossing over each other as she shifted on her seat, the fabric of the mini skirt she was wearing rising up on her thighs.

“Are you sure?” Jeno asked, tilting his head and staring at her. His eyes landed on the exposed skin of his girlfriend before raising up, watching with a smirk how she was scratching her neck. “Why are you here? You know I’m not done, yet.”

She hummed, wetting her lips. “I missed you,” she pouted, “You’ve been away all week.”

“I told you I was going to pick you up tonight,” Jeno replied. “You really can’t last that long, can you?” He teased, before leaning close to her to kiss her.

It wasn’t like he didn’t miss her too. As much as he loved his job, he hated when he had to leave and she couldn’t come with him.

She shook her head when he moved back, biting her lips as her eyes got lost once again in his arms and veins.

“Hey,” he called her, making her head snap up, meeting his face painted with a smirk. “Oh, is this a new thing?”

“What?”

“What? I was talking to him, but I saw you staring,” he said, thumb and pointer finger pinching her chin to make her look at him. “I thought it was just my fingers but apparently you’re drooling on something else.”

“I’m not drooling,” she said, trying to defend herself, acting as if she wasn’t caught with her hands in the cookie jar.

Jeno chuckled, sitting on the desk, rolling his sleeves up more, her eyes inevitably falling there once again, thighs rubbing together subtly — at least she thought — when the toned muscles of his arms flexed. She had no idea where he also found time to hit the gym, but unfortunately, he did, and that was the price to pay.

“Do you like this watch, baby?” He asked instead of talking back, moving the expensive watch with his other hand. “Like the way it sits on my wrist?”

She hummed, shifting more on the chair, feeling herself get wetter and hotter now that he was standing this close.

“Or is it my rings?” His hand started to trail on her neck before he brushed it against her breast, skin slightly exposed by the top she was wearing. “Or maybe my veins, you love them, don’t you?”

“Ye-yes. Jeno, please,” she pleaded, looking at him with begging eyes.

“Please, what? I have work to do,” he said, pulling away, and walking behind the desk.

“No, no, please,” she whined, standing up from the chair, already feeling her legs weak. “Just your fingers.”

Jeno chuckled, shaking his head. “Just my fingers? You want me to believe that will be enough for you?”

“It will,” she whispered, sitting on the desk. “Please, I’ll be good.”

“Come here,” he called, tapping his thigh, pushing the black chair back, just enough so she could sit on top of him. “I’ve got some emails to take care of.”

“What?” She asked, eyes wide and looking at him with disappointment.

“I told you, baby, I’m busy,” he replied, turning the chair so he could pay attention to the computer. But while one hand was on the mouse and skimmed through the things he had to do, the other was on her thigh, caressing the soft flesh of her skin.

“Can’t you just make one of your secretaries answer?” She asked, resting her elbow on the desk to lean her face on the palm of her hand, eyes fixated on the computer, cursing every single person and company that had sent him something to check.

“They already did. These need my approval before they can be sent away.”

Jeno wanted to concentrate on his job, he should’ve done that if he didn’t want to deal with this on Monday morning, making them pile up with some other things he had to do.

But when his girlfriend wanted something, she was going to get it. He knew her, she was like that since the first day they met, sitting next to each other in one of the uni classes they shared. Her determination was scary… but hot. He couldn’t deny that the way she loved to play around was one of the things that brought him to his knees.

And if he knew her, she knew him just as well.

She knew what she was doing when her ass started grinding against his crotch. She knew what she was doing when her fingers were teasingly grazing his hand on her thigh. And she knew what she was doing when she started to let out forced fake moans.

Jeno knew what her real moans sounded like, nothing of the pornographic whimpers and groans she was letting out just to get a reaction. And he was never going to make her fake it, not even if it was all a game.

So he closed the email tab and turned around.

“Go lock the door, come on.” Those were the only words she wanted to hear, and with a big smile on her face, she sprinted to the door and came back to him in a second.

“You need me that badly, baby?” He asked with a teasing tone, still sitting on his chair, legs spread open and she could make out his hard cock.

She hummed. “You made me starve for a whole week,” she pouted, letting him sit her on the desk how he wanted, big hands cupping her ass and squeezing tight. “Not even a picture of you. And you even barely answered the phone.”

He chuckled, shaking a strand of hair out of his face before his fingers started tracing her legs, his touch soft like a feather, and that was enough to make her heart start racing.

“It was a long week, babe,” he whispered, starting to kiss her neck, nibbling her skin ever so often, eliciting the first real moans of pleasure out of her.

“You’re wearing one of my favorite skirts,” he commented, pushing the Balmain knit buttoned skirt up. “Let’s see if you also have matching panties,” he chuckled, smirking when he saw the pastel pink laced panties sitting on her. “You came here with a mission.”

“Maybe, or maybe I just know how to catch your attention,” she winked.

“As if you need to dress up to catch my attention,” he replied. “Take the shirt off, want to see your boobs in that pretty bra.” He also knew the set she was wearing, he had gifted it to her after coming back from a long trip and it was one of his favorites.

Her hands swiftly reached the hem of the top, lifting it over her head and throwing it on the chair where she was sitting before.

“Beautiful,” Jeno whispered, face buried in the hollow of her boobs to leave kisses and light bites. Hand cupping her breasts and squeezing, eliciting a moan from her. “Missed feeling my hands around your boobs? Missed feeling how they fit perfectly in the palm of my hand?”

“Jeno, please,” she whimpered, hips rolling trying to find friction somewhere just to be met with disappointment.

“Want my fingers, baby?” He cooed, fingers trailing over her pastel pink laced panties, moving in circles. “Want them buried deep inside of you just how you like it?”

She hummed, head thrown back and lower lip bitten by her teeth to keep it low. But she failed as soon as Jeno moved the crotch of the panties to the side, leaving her bare and exposed to the chilly air of the room.

“Look down,” he ordered, “want you to watch how good I can fuck you.”

Her eyes moved down, feeling more wetness drool out of her just at the sight of him pulling her panties down her legs. She fought against the want of throwing her head back when he pushed two fingers inside.

“Fuck, I missed you,” she cried, nails dragging against the desk when he started pumping in and out, long, slim, veiny fingers curling inside of her, hitting her sweet spot just how she liked it.

“Yeah, I can see it,” Jeno chuckled mockingly. “Look how easily they go in and out. Maybe we should film this so you will miss me less when I’m gone, ugh? You’ll use it to get off when you’re all alone at night?”

She moaned, legs falling more open and ass sliding toward him.

“Look at how wet you are. You’re dripping on my desk. Do you know how expensive this was?”

She shook her head, she could imagine, but she didn’t care.

“Faster,” she simply mumbled, meeting his eyes.

“You’re so fucking greedy,” Jeno mocked but his wrist started moving faster, the cold metal of the watch hitting her mound making her go insane. “You don’t even care that someone might come in?”

“They can’t,” she argued, closing her eyes.

“But they sure can hear you. Your dirty pussy is so loud. Can you hear it, baby?” He teased, moving even faster, lewd wet sounds resonating in the room making her body burn up in shame. “Hear how messy you are. All of this for two fingers?”

“Yeah,” she moaned, hips grinding against his palm, one of her hands wrapping around his wrist to feel him more.

“Are you close already?” He asked with a fake pout, fingers moving so fast inside of her that the veins of his arms popped out even more and she lost it. She came hard. Body slumping behind against the desk, and moans spilling out of her mouth too loud that Jeno had to cover her mouth with his hand, legs shaking as finally, he gave her what she wanted.

“Too – too much,” she cried when he slapped her swollen cunt after pulling out of her, leaving her empty and leaking.

“Is it?” He cooed, doing it again, making her moan. “You came here just for this and now it’s too much?”

“Mhh,” she whimpered when the third slap hit her, cum splashing on her thighs and his pants at every hit.

“Is your clit sensitive?” He asked, starting to slap her rapidly, not hard but fast enough that she could feel herself come again, clit throbbing and cunt clenching around nothing. “Are you gonna come from this? Really, baby? Wasn’t it too much?”

“No, no, please, please, Jeno,” she cried, grabbing his hand and placing it back where it was, but the only thing she got was one last slap before Jeno pulled away. “And this one is for the naughty video you sent me one day after I left.”

She whined, throwing her head back. “I thought you forgot about it.”

Jeno laughed. “Think I can forget about you screaming my name while you fuck yourself while I’m not there? You know the rules, baby, and it’s dumb of you to think I wouldn’t punish you for not breaking them.”

She wanted to complain but her attention was brought to something else. “What are you doing?” She asked when she saw him unbuckling his belt.

“Doesn’t it seem obvious?” His pants fell on the floor, followed by the black boxer, revealing his hard cock.

“No, if you keep up with your words of before.”

“You think I can really go on for the rest of the day with a boner cause by you?”

She shook her head, not able to hide the smile that was forming on her face at the anticipation of being fucked on his desk.

“On your knees.”

Her eyes widened at his words. “You won’t fuck me?”

“I told you,” he replied sternly. “Tonight. If I want to.”

She huffed but obeyed. She surely wasn’t going to turn off the offer of sucking him, but the idea of having to wait longer to finally feel him inside her again was driving her insane. Also, she knew that if she acted like a brat more, he was probably going to make her wait for a week before she had sex with him again.

“Suck my cock,” he ordered after giving it a few strokes. “Show me what you were doing with your dildo in that video. You’d suck on anything.”

She started slowly, licking him all the way down to the base to get him wet before she wrapped her lips around his tip, sucking hard just there, making him groan.

“Don’t tease me,” Jeno warned, voice low and eyes glaring at her. “I don’t have time for that. If you — fuck — want my cock in your pussy tonight, you better don’t make me stay after hours.”

And that was enough to make her move up and down on his length.

“Shit,” he stuttered through gritted teeth, looking down at her, chest panting as he watched how focused she was on him. “Missed your mouth so much.”

Her hums vibrating around him made him push forward, catching her by surprise.

“Fuck, baby,” he moaned when she started moving on him at a slow rhythm, his sensitive tip hitting the back of her throat with every bob of her head. “Always taking my cock so well.”

Her eyes looked up at him, smiling, her heart swelling with pride.

“You’re so good. Taking it all even if it’s so big. You love sucking me, don’t you?”

Hearing his words she started moving faster, cheeks hollowing all while she kept her eyes on him.

Jeno loved watching her going down on him. He loved seeing her eyes water and the endearing furrow that formed between her eyebrows.

“I won’t last longer,” he warned her. It had been a week even for him and he was extremely weak for her. “Fuck,” he groaned when she wrapped her hands around his base and started moving them while her lips sucked hard the first half of his cock. “Shit, shit, gonna come,” he groaned before his hips stilled and came into her mouth, head thrown back, eyebrows knitted together and mouth open, letting out groans and moans that only got her wetter and madder that she wasn’t going to get anything.

“Damn, babe,” Jeno sighed, gulping before helping her stand up, not minding about putting his cock back into his pants and kissing her. “I love you, you know?”

She hummed, slapping his ass playfully before walking back behind the desk, and pushing her skirt down.

“Running away from me after I gave you what you were begging for?”

“You didn’t give me what I wanted,” she replied, grabbing her discarded shirt on the chair and putting it on while Jeno fixed his clothes back in place.

“You can’t always get what you want,” he reminded her. “By the way, I’m afraid you’ll have to wait a bit more for the big thing.”

“Until we go back home, yeah, I know,” she huffed, rolling her eyes.

“Nope,” Jeno said. “My father invited me tonight to one of his clubs.”

“Oh,” she whispered, trying to don’t appear as disappointed as she was. Club nights weren’t anything crazy, it was just music and alcohol while boring businessmen — that weren’t as cool as her boyfriend —discussed their next moves and plans. “I thought we could at least spend some time together. I miss you, not only for the sex.”

“I know, and I miss you too, that’s why you’re coming with me.”

“With you? There?”

“I have no intention of listening to them talking about business for a whole night while drinking soju,” he said. “Also, if I leave you alone at home you might pull your dildo out again.”

She glared at him, but then shrugged off the last comment, making him chuckle. “I will be so out of place.” She didn’t mind spending time with him, but there? All they did was talk about economics, statistics and other things she didn’t care to listen to.

“You are never out of place,” Jeno reassured her, his attention once again on the computer as he cursed lowly because he had too many things to do. “Also, I bought you a new dress, you could use try it on tonight.”

“Another one? You don’t have to spoil me so much.”

“I love doing it,” he smiled. “And, back to my father... You can be the reason we can leave first.”

“Sure, so he and all his friends can hate me,” she rolled her eyes, already hating the idea.

“My father loves you, he won’t say a word. You know he only yells at me and not at you.”

“But we won’t be staying more than 30 minutes?” She begged.

“Fine, not more than 30 minutes.”

Being a brat wasn’t exactly what she loved to do, but she felt like she had no other chances when Jeno was barely paying her attention.

It had turned out that his father wasn’t even there, not for more than 10 minutes, and it was just a setup to make Jeno meet with some other businessmen in a less professional space to ‘get close to each other,’ or whatever, she truly couldn’t care.

And she couldn’t even be too touchy with him because he just wouldn’t pay attention. Too busy listening to what some old men had to say.

“Bored?” Jaemin asked, he was holding the cue stick as he stood next to the billiard table.

“What does it look like?” She huffed, fixing the hem of her dress to push it down again. The dress Jeno picked was beautiful, of course, it was, he had impeccable taste for everything but especially when he wanted to dress her up. But it was too short to even make her have a great time.

“Wanna play?” The blonde haired asked, cocking his head to the side to point at the green table.

She chuckled, shaking her head. “I don’t know how to play.”

“I’ll teach you, come on,” Jaemin said, calling her to the other side where the white ball was.

She looked around for a second, hoping Jeno noticed her absence at his side and looked for her, but nothing at all. So she had just one last thing to try.

“It’s all about the body movement,” Jaemin started to explain, his body behind him, and she could see that he was trying to don’t get too close but that was what she needed if she wanted to have a reaction.

“Like this?” She asked, inclining her back, her ass brushing ‘accidentally’ against his thigh.

“Uhm, yeah, just uhm,” he mumbled, hand touching her back to fix her posture and then adjusting her fingers on the stick. “Here, that’s great. Hit the ball.”

“I did it!” She screamed when five of the other balls fell down the holes. Turning around with her arms raised before she wrapped them around Jaemin’s neck.

“See, you aren’t bad at all.”

Jeno heard her squeal and turned around, eyebrows furrowing for a second before he shrugged it off. She was just having fun and he didn’t mind if Jaemin kept her occupied while he tried to cut the conversation off with these men.

But that got on her nerves more. So she kept playing, getting touchier with Jaemin, feeling even a bit guilty for how he was visibly turned on by everything. She would’ve explained if she passed by him another day.

“Want to dance?” She asked, not really giving him a chance to complain by dragging him in the middle of the small dance floor.

“I don’t think that’s a good idea?” He chuckled awkwardly, briefly looking back at Jeno.

“Is it not? What is the music for if not for dancing?” Her hips started moving to the rhythm, her hands trailing up and down her body while she encouraged him to dance with her eyes.

Jaemin wanted to complain but then gave in, and grabbed her hand and in a second they were dancing close to each other.

It had to be an eye-catching situation, right? There was nobody else around them, nobody else had brought their wives — guessing by the average age — there.

“Your girlfriend is putting on a show,” a man commented and Jeno’s head snapped in their direction.

“What the fuck…” he mumbled, fists clenching under the table.

“She loves dancing,” he commented, a forced fake smile forming on his face as he turned to them. Trying to bring the conversation to their deals again because he couldn’t drag her out of there right there at the moment. He needed to pretend they had to go home because… because… he would’ve come up with an excuse, not that it mattered. It was none of their business why they were leaving. Still, he couldn’t make a scene.

But he could only last five more minutes because his eyes kept landing on them. Jaemin was doing his best to hold back, Jeno could see it, but her, on the other hand…

“It was lovely to meet you all, I hope we can see each other again to seal some deals,” Jeno greeted briefly, not even waiting for an answer before he got up and reached for her.

“Hi, darling,” he sang with a fake sweet tone, grabbing her wrist. “Having fun you two?”

“So much fun,” she replied before Jaemin could talk, but Jeno didn’t need to listen to his answer, he knew it wasn’t his fault, though he might’ve had a talk with him on Monday morning for some looks and touches he saw.

“Sorry but the fun it’s over,” he whispered against her ear. “Let’s go.”

The ride back home was silent. She was waiting for Jeno to talk but he didn’t say anything and the only word that came out of his mouth when they got inside was, ‘bedroom.’

And she knew exactly what it meant. Jeno wanted her to wait for him naked, sitting at the edge of the bed.

Weird.

She expected him to push her against the wall as soon as they were shielded from the outer world, but he didn’t, and she wondered what he had in mind.

Thinking about how she behaved for the last past week it was probably a punishment summed up with other three, if she was lucky.

When the door opened and Jeno stepped inside her eyes followed him silently, feet tapping against the floor as she was growing impatient.

And Jeno was growing impatient too, but he wasn’t going to fall for her games this time. He knew what she wanted, a reaction, a jealous one that lead to the hard sex she loved so much. But he didn’t need a reaction, he had nothing to be jealous about because she was his. No matter how much she was going around to tease him. No matter how many days they spent apart. Jeno had her wrapped around his fingers and he had nothing to worry about.

So he reached the armchair at the corner of their bedroom, giving her his back as he unbuckled his belt, making it run in the loops and removing it with a slap that made her stomach twist. He could feel the way her leg was nervously twitching and how her breathing was getting short. So he turned around, giving her more. His fingers moved slowly to unbutton his shirt, and even if his eyes were still lowered on the pavemente, he knew she was staring with attention, surely hating she wasn’t the one taking those clothes off of him. That was always her favourite part, getting him naked, running her hand on his skin, feeling him close, showing how desperate she was to feel him.

But there he was, standing naked in the corner of their bedroom, the only thing that was still on his body, the expensive watch. He wasn’t going to keep it on, right? She thought, hoping for that because she wasn’t so sure she could take it. But that night Jeno was doing all the opposite she was thinking about.

“I don’t like brats,” he said, an edge in his voice, as he walked in front of her. “And you know it.” When he stopped in front of her, she squirmed in her place, feeling so small compared to him. “So why do you love getting on my nerves? Why do you act like that?”

She opened her mouth but he shut her with two fingers on her lips.

“No, don’t answer. I know why. You think you can make me jealous, you think that acting like that, you will get a reaction from me. But have you ever thought that your plans might go wrong?”

She shook her head, biting her lips nervously.

“I told you getting my cock was already on the line, babe,” he whispered, hands roaming on her body touching her breasts, slowly reaching down on her tummy, before he caressed her thighs. “So why blow up the only chance you had?”

Her eyes snapped into his. He couldn’t do that…

“No — no,” she mumbled, truly shocked about that.

“Lay on the bed,” he simply ordered and she followed without blinking an eye this time. “Funny how you listen when you don’t want to make it worse, isn’t it?” He joked before he opened the closet and she already knew what was coming.

When he moved on the bed, it was to block her wrists and ankles in place. He was quick at moving her how he wanted, the cuffs clicking shut around one wrist before he did the same with the other. And then followed her ankles, stopped in place and parted from each other by the same purple spreader bar that was holding her hands in place.

“So pretty for me,” he praised, shifting on the bed, and rubbing a hand on her thigh. “Don’t think I’m cruel by the way. I have a gift for you,” he said, before pulling out from behind his back a small vibrator.

“I want you,” she cried, hips — the only part of her body she could move — bucking up in complaint.

“Should’ve thought about it first,” he reminded her, moving the toy to her lips to make her suck it, wetting it before he pushed it into her already soaked pussy. “You’re so wet it slipped in so fucking easily. God, not even punishments can put some sense in your brain.”

She didn’t answer, only looked at him silently, as he grabbed his phone, surely opening the app to control the toy.

“I’ll turn it on and you can’t come.”

“I can’t come?”

“You heard that,” he replied with a stern tone, not giving space for objections. “My fingers and my cock are the only things you’ll come on tonight. Oh, wait, you’re not going to have them,” he pouted before laughing wickedly and walking back to the armchair.

“Are you lea — fuck,” she cried when he turned it on without a warning.

The vibrations started slowly, and the rhythm was consistent, but the toy was so pushed inside of her that it was enough to make her back arch at the pleasurable sensation. Maybe at this pace, she could’ve held it in and just relaxed. That was what she thought until her eyes laid on Jeno. He was staring at her, eyes filled with lust and she knew that look, he wasn’t going to let her go tonight without fucking, there was no way he was torturing himself too. But right now he was doing everything possible to drive her insane.

His fist was wrapped around his cock, moving up and down slowly. And she couldn’t describe it with words but the fact that he had nothing on but that watch made her stomach twitch and her toes curl.

“Want to touch it?” He asked before letting out a low laugh when she nodded eagerly. “Want to suck me again?”

“Want it in me,” she cried, mouth slacked open when he raised the vibrations, faster and stronger this time, so much that she could feel them everywhere in her lower body and her eyes fell shut again.

“I told you,” Jeno whispered. “You should’ve thought about it before.”

“But please,” she pleaded, voice broken by the pleasure.

“Bad girls don’t get what they want,” he replied, voice firm as he slowed the vibrations, making her body relax again. But he had no intention of being sweet that night, so after a few minutes, he raised them again.

“Should we try all the pulsating functions this toy offers?” He asked, walking closer to the bed but still not touching her. “Oh, what about this one?”

“No,” she whimpered when the pulse changed.

“You don’t like it because it’s intermittent? You always want the most intense things:”

“This — this is intense,” she replied, throwing her head back. She hated the small pauses in between every buzz but the vibrations that lasted for only a few seconds were so strong that almost brought her close to the edge before stopping. It was a constant edging.

But Jeno enjoyed watching her squirm, mouth open and back arched, and thighs shaking as she tried to stay tensed up to don’t give in to her needs.

“I’ll pick another one,” he said, standing right in front of her at the end of the bed, smirking when his eyes laid in between her spread legs, cum dripping everywhere, sticking to her ass and creating a wet spot on the bed. “And if you last for more than five minutes without coming… you’ll get my cock.”

“Happy?” He asked when she nodded like a puppy but her smile dropped as soon as he picked the new speed. The highest.

“Jeno, no,” she cried, wrists struggling against the restrainers as her hips bucked up. “I can’t.”

“At least try,” he only replied. “I set the time so we can’t go wrong, baby. And don’t try to lie to me, I know how your body reacts when you come.”

She only hummed, trying to close her legs but the bar kept her wide open. And she really tried to don’t come but not even after two minutes, the orgasm exploded, body squirming against the bedsheets and loud moans coming out of her mouth followed by curses as the vibrations didn’t stop.

“You just can’t listen,” Jeno mocked, his hand slapping the side of her thigh, making her open her eyes. “Don’t look at me with those wide eyes. I’m starting to think you don’t want me tonight.”

“I do, I — I do, please, turn it off. It’s too much.”

“Is it?” He cooed, changing the rhythm again but it wasn’t any better. “Planned of coming home and fucking you nice all night just like you’ve been dreaming about all week, but no, you had to prolong your suffering. You had to make me teach you a lesson, remind you how to listen.”

“Please,” she still pleaded, knowing it was useless.

“No, baby, keep it in and don’t come. I should’ve trained you before you turned into a brainless brat.”

“Don’t — don’t you want me?” She tried to win him in another way but the only answer she got was a mocking laugh that made her whine even more.

“You have two minutes left,” he warned. “I’m giving you one last chance, baby. If you fuck it up, you won’t get anything tonight.”

She hummed, a groan slipped past her lips when he picked the same speed as before but she closed her eyes and tried to concentrate on it. Even trying to think about things that turned her off, anything to don’t lose the last chance she got. Jeno was pissed and she wasn’t so sure that his want to have her was bigger than the want of teaching her a lesson, at this point.

And somehow she succeeded. When the vibrations came to a stop she started breathing normally again, her body going limp against the bed and shoulders letting go of the tension.

“So you can listen when you want to,” Jeno commented while his hands caressed her body before he reached between her legs and pulled the toy out, leaving it on the bedside table.

“Don’t look at me like that,” he said when he moved to free her from the spreaders. “You still don’t deserve praises. Make it up and then maybe I’ll praise you.”

“Come here,” he ordered, patting the edge of the bed.

“I — wait,” she said, feeling too tired to stand up.

Jeno rolled his eyes, walking around the bed again to hoist her up and place her where he wanted her. “Can’t even walk now, imagine once I’m done with you.” He sat on the bed and sat her on his thighs, her eyes widened when she realized they were sitting right in front of the mirror.

“What, baby? Surprised? I want you to see how desperate you are.”

“I want you.”

“I know you do,” he said, spreading her legs, planting her feet on his thighs, exposing her once again.

“What —”

“Stop asking,” he replied, growling before he kissed her hard. “Do you need to know what I’ll do to you? Acting as if you wouldn’t enjoy anything I give to you?”

She shook her head.

“What I thought,” he snickered before his fingers pushed into her pussy. “You’re already a mess.”

Her head rolled back against his shoulder but Jeno’s fingers immediately wrapped in her hair to force her head up. “Eyes on the mirror, baby. You love my fingers so much you will watch when they fuck you how you want to.”

“But I want you.”

“Stop begging before I change my mind again,” he reminded her, fingers thrusting faster inside of her. The sight was filthy but she couldn’t take her eyes off of there. It was too hot, the way they curled deep into her, pressing exactly where she wanted him, pumping the cum out of her that rolled in drops on his slender, bony hands. The rings hitting against her skin and adoring his fingers just making everything hotter as he thrust them inside at a firm speed. She couldn’t even be embarrassed at the dirty squelching sounds.

But when Jeno pushed her legs closer to her body she felt a different sensation build up. His fingers were angled even more perfectly now, hitting her sweet spot with precision, and increasingly going faster. And before she could even warn him, it got too much. The tension exploded in an orgasm that shook her body from head to toe, tight walls pulsing around his fingers before her squirt started spurting out of her, making her gasp and squirm, trying to make it stop but Jeno shushed her.

“That’s it, baby,” he praised. “That’s what I wanted from you. Keep doing it.”

At his words, she relaxed more, shame still eating her alive as her cum hit the mirror and stained it, slowly rolling down to meet the floor.

“Fuck,” she cried when the sensation slowed down. “I’m sorry.”

“Sorry for this?” He chuckled. “You should be sorry for the way you behave, instead.”

Right, he was still pissed.

“I’m sorry, Jeno,” she apologized. “I promise, I won’t act like a brat anymore. I’ll be good.”

He only hummed before kissing her briefly. “Get on the bed,” he ordered and her legs were swift — well, for what she could since she could barely feel them — at pushing her body on the bed. “Not like this,” he said, clicking his tongue, hands signaling her to turn around. “Face to the mirror, on your hands and knees. Now.”

In a second she was how he wanted her, ass arched up, inviting him to give her what she craved for so much.

“Don’t tease me,” she cried when he started rubbing the tip of his cock against her entrance and her clit before slapping it on her pussy.

“You talk about not teasing?” He hummed, pushing the fat tip in, stretching her slit but not pushing further. “You know why you’re lucky? Because I want you too much to be mad at you,” he groaned, pushing in completely, yanking her body forward with a single strong stroke. “You drive me insane but I can’t resist you.”

She smirked, as her eyes rolled in the back of her head at the sensation of being filled by him again.

“Don’t fucking smirk,” he growled, wrapping a hand around her neck to lift her up, her back pushed against his chest as his hips slammed against her ass. “Here, keep my fingers in your mouth since you — fuck — since you love them so much.”

“Fuck,” she hummed around his digits, sucking them.

“Look at you,” he moaned, meeting her eyes through the reflecting surface. “I didn’t even start with you and here you are.”

Her eyes rolled back, nails digging into his skin as she held herself up.

“Happy now?” He asked, pulling his fingers out and pushing her down against the mattress. “That was what you — fuck — wanted. Does my cock feel good, baby?”

“Yeah, so — so good,” she mumbled, pushing her face into the sheets before Jeno yanked her up by the air.

“I said, don’t you take your eyes off of me,” he groaned against her ear, pressing her flat against the mattress with his body, only keeping her head up. “I want you to keep in mind that none else can see you like this. Nobody can turn you into the mess you want to be turned into. Not even your fingers or — fuck — your toys.”

“Yes, only you,” she blabbered, forcing her eyes to stay open as the pleasure started to overwhelm her again. It had only been a week but it felt like ages without feeling him. His thick cock was stretching her so good, veins rubbing against her wet walls and balls slapping against her clit, making her head get dizzy.

“You have no — fuck — no idea for how long I waited to have you,” he moaned, standing up again, holding her head with a firm hold, and pounding harder into her. “Could’ve — fuck — had you right when we came back home but no — fuck — you just don’t know when to stop.”

“Bet you fucked yourself all week — fuck — thinking it was my cock, didn’t you? And what did I have? Nothing.”

Her eyes fell shut again but the tug at her hair made her open them again.

“You look so pretty when I fuck you like this,” he groaned before he grabbed her wrists and locked them behind her back. “Can you keep your head up without your hands, baby?” He teased, watching as she tried her best to still follow his orders, eyes looking into the mirror with a desperate pleading look and he knew exactly what it meant. She was close but had no intention to make it finish so soon.

“Ca-can,” she whimpered, biting her lips.

“No, babe,” he said, holding her wrist with just one hand, slamming her body against his with force, arms flexing at the tension he was putting on his muscles. “I want to hear you moan. I want to hear your whimpers and moans and — fuck — and curses. Just for me. Come on, louder.”

So she did, letting go, not trying to keep quiet.

“That’s it, pretty. Love hearing you be so eager for me. So eager for my cock.”

“Jeno, harder," she pleaded, the beg followed by more desperate sounds.

“Harder than this?" He asked with a smirk on his face. “Can you take it?”

“Yes, yes, please. I — I can take it all.”

“I hope you do,” he groaned, letting go of her wrist to lean against her, his fingers pushing into her mouth again. “Suck them, baby," he ordered, voice hitting her ear while his lust gazed eyes stared right into her soul through the mirror. “Good girl. Suck them just like that. You love them so much don’t you? It doesn’t matter where they are buried deep into you,” he mocked, pushing them against her tongue, making her gag, “as long as they are inside you. Such a selfish little girl.”

“I’m close,” she whimpered around them, nails digging into the sheets as she felt another orgasm build up in her body. He was thrusting into her so fucking hard, releasing all the pent-up tension of the week, hips snapping against her ass creating lewd sounds, while his other hand was holding tight around her waist, surely leaving marks on her skin.

“Come here,” he moaned, lifting her up. “Since you love my hands so much — fuck — feel them, feel them around your neck.”

She let out muffled moans when his hand wrapped around her neck holding her up while the other moved forward to play with her clit. Head rolling back at the sensation of his thumb caressing the side of her neck, eyes almost crossing when the fingers on her clit started moving faster.

“Yeah, you like that,” Jeno groaned, watching with a smirk as she smiled with a fucked out expression, completely lost in pleasure, just how he wanted. “The prettiest necklace around your pretty neck, yeah?”

“Yes, yes, fuck,” she whimpered.

“Gonna fill you up,” he warned her, head falling against her shoulder as he got closer and closer to his climax. “Do you want it, baby?”

“Yes, yes, please, Jeno,” she moaned, body twitching as she felt him fill her up, their orgasms washing over at the same time. But he didn’t stop.

“Gonna give you another one,” he groaned, freeing her neck, pressing her body against the mattress again, shielding it with his. His thrusts hitting deeper and harder. “Gonna give you all I kept for you — fuck — for a week.”

“Mmph,” she whimpered, squeezing her eyes close, chest panting hardly.

“Will you take it? Will you be a good girl and take another load?” He asked, voice coming out more hoarse and low as he pushed himself over the limit.

“Yes, want it all. Please, fill me — fuck — fill me full of you.”

“That’s it,” he whispered, biting her earlobe before he stuck his face in the crook of his neck and kissed her on her sweet spot, eyebrows knitted from the pleasure. “Take it all, baby. Come with me — fuck — one last time. Fuck,” he moaned lowly, hips rolling against with a last strong push.

She moaned loudly when they came at the same time, feeling his cum fill her again and squeeze out with every lazy pump he gave her as he rode both of their orgasms, dripping down between her legs and staining the sheets.

“Fuck, baby,” he whispered, chest panting hard against her back, lips kissing her face while his thumb rubbed circles on her hip. “You good?”

She hummed, eyes blinking slowly as she came down from the high.

“You’ve been such a good girl,” Jeno praised, pulling out of her slowly, getting lost in the way his cum was dripping out her swollen pussy. Two fingers running on her slit to push it back inside, plugging them deep, feeling her insides twitch in overstimulation before he pulled them out, letting his seed drip down on her thighs.

“Open up,” he ordered, waiting for her to part her lips and lick his fingers clean. “Good girl,” he whispered before kissing her again. “Took so many orgasms, I’m so proud of you,” he whispered, kissing the tip of her nose and then leaving a peck on her lips that made her giggle.

“So, did you learn to don’t act like a brat anymore?” He asked, caressing her back gently.

She chuckled. “If you fuck me like this how can I don’t be a brat?”

Jeno rolled his eyes before laughing. “You truly will never learn.”

“Oh, please, as if you mind.”

“I told you, I love you too much to be mad about it.”

She smiled proudly before she reached for his hands and started caressing them.

Jeno smirked as he watched as she trailed the paths of his veins and played with the rings and the watch. “So this thing for my hands is serious?”

“Can you blame me? Look at how pretty they are. They are so delicate and yet so strong, and they’re soft.”

“Mhh, yeah? Think I should use them more often?”

“You definitely should,” she winked. “On me, of course,” she added with a ‘menacing’ furrow on her face.

Jeno laughed. “Of course, baby. Only you,” he replied, leaving another kiss on her lips. “And I think I should start using them right now.”

“Another round?” She asked in surprise.

“No, honey,” he reassured her, caressing her cheek. “To clean you up in the shower. Do you like the idea?” He asked, but he had already lifted her up and was carrying her to their big bathroom. “If you want, I’ll even wash your hair.”

“So you can massage my scalp?”

“Mhh, mhh, I think you deserve it. So? Are you in?”

“I love it.”

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