#if I could write sm*t we'd all be fuckijn done for

[7dys]

i just want u

repost....... suffer with me once again 

word count: 545

a/n: hello again. don’t read if u dont like kissing jeno but also unfollow me if u dont like kissing jeno 

ps exceptions will b made........... maybe

you’re not an overconfident person, but you’re pretty sure you know everything there is to know about lee jeno, inside and out. you know about all his little quirks and habits, you know the exact shape of his eyes when they scrunch up into little crescents and the exact shade of the blush on his cheeks when you kiss him just a little too intensely(not that he’s complaining).

so it’s fair to say you were rather caught off guard when he burst into your bedroom this morning and took your face between his smooth palms and smashed his lips to yours. jeno loves you, and you know he loves you. but he’s also very shy regarding affection and pda beyond kissing. he has no problems being clingy and wrapping his whole body around you but there’s just something about kissing you that has his heart beating out of his chest and his fingers trembling. now though, his hands are still moving but in the best way possible, roaming through your hair and trailing down your arms to take matters into his own hands and wrap them around his shoulders. you’re still in your pajamas -one of his shirts and a pair of underwear-  and your bedhead is raging but when you pull away to whine about it he whispers against your lips,

“don’t care. i just want you,” and then takes your bottom lip between his teeth when he leans back down to connect your lips again. his palm flattens against the small of your back and presses you close enough to feel his heart beating irregularly against your own and the ridges of his lean torso pressed to your softer one. your lips part so you can gasp for air but he just takes the opportunity to press kisses into your parted lips and press his tongue just past the seam of your mouth, tender and yet still passionate. you’ve given up trying to understand him and instead tighten your arms around his neck to push up on your tip toes and lean your weight against him. one large palm raises to tilt your jaw whichever way he likes and something deep in your stomach quivers at the subtle dominance of the gesture.

he finally parts from your lips only to trail a path of kisses and hickeys down the column of your neck, biting down on a tense bit of muscle tenderly and soothing it with a gentle press of his lips. both of your chests heave against each other as you wind down and his kisses get lighter and lighter until he’s just brushing his lips along your sensitive skin. they send tingles down your spine with every gentle touch to your neck, the curve of your jaw, the apple of your cheek, and your closed eyelids, ending their path in a chaste press against your mouth.

“what was that for?” you pant against the soft skin just below his bottom lip.

“didn’t i already say i just wanted you?” he smiles and then crowds into your personal space, backing you against the edge of your bed and then following you down when you sit down and crawl back to lay your head on the pillows.

“and i still do.”