Ok I got a new oneshot idea from ur new reaction pov like maybe a oneshot with one of the Xdinary heroes where them as ur fwb or smth and u guys got into a big fight bc u saw him with another girl and u guys have been distant since then but a few days later one of ur friend suggested that u to go on a date with a guy that they knew and u agreed without thinking much but Xdinary heroes found out that from one of their friends and later when u went home they were already there,jealousyy and possessive vibe and ofc jealous sex(u can write it with any member that u want but I prefer Junhan tho cuz why not)or maybe u can do a reaction pov with each of the members,whatever u want! Love ur writing btw
Hi! Thank you for the order and for liking my writing., I loved it (and I almost had a heart attack writing it hahaha).
Sorry for the delay, I've been busy with my studies and final exams. I hope you like it! (I chose to write the story with Junhan as the main character).
| +18 | | MDI! |
You and Junhan had a simple agreement: friends with benefits. No commitments, no expectations, just fun when you both wanted it. He was the quiet type, with a shy smile that contrasted with the intensity he showed in bed. You met in college, and what started as a casual conversation about music evolved into hot, no-strings-attached nights. He worked at a music store, played guitar in his free time, and you loved how he transformed when he was with you – confident, dominant, but always with a touch of gentleness.
Everything changed that rainy night. You were passing by the bar he usually went to after work, and there he was, laughing with a girl you'd never seen before. She was leaning over him, touching his arm, and the way he looked at her… it hurt more than you expected. You stormed into the place like a hurricane, confronting him in front of everyone.
"What the hell is this, Junhan? We have an agreement, but you're parading around with other girls in front of me?" You yelled, your eyes burning with anger.
He stood up, confused and defensive. "Hey, calm down! We're not exclusive, remember? You yourself said you didn't want anything serious!"
The argument escalated quickly. You exchanged accusations – you called him selfish, he called you controlling. In the end, you stormed out, swearing you'd never touch him again. He didn't follow you.
Days passed in silence. No messages, no calls. You threw yourself into work, trying to ignore the emptiness he left. Junhan, in turn, immersed himself in work at the store, playing guitar until late at night to drown his frustration. He missed you, but his pride prevented any movement.
Then, your friend Mia appeared with an idea. "You need to get out of this rut, girl. I know a great guy, Taejoon. He's funny, handsome, and has been into you for a long time. Let's go on a date?"
You hesitated for a second, but the jealousy still throbbed in your chest. "Why not? Let's go."
The date was set for that night – a casual dinner at a restaurant near your apartment. You got ready, put on a dress you knew looked good on you, and went out without a second thought. What you didn't know was that a mutual friend of Junhan's, Gunil, had seen you getting ready and casually commented to him. "Hey, man, I saw [your name] getting all dolled up. I think she's going out with Taejoon tonight."
Junhan froze. Taejoon? That idiot from the gym who flirted with everyone? Jealousy hit him like a punch to the gut. He didn't think – he grabbed his keys and drove to your apartment. Using the spare key you had given him months ago (and which he never returned), he went inside and waited on the sofa, his hands clenched, his heart racing.
You arrived home around 11 pm, laughing to yourself about the date that had been… okay. Taejoon was nice, but nothing compared to the fire Junhan ignited in you. When you turned on the light, you almost screamed when you saw him there, sitting in the dark, his eyes fixed on you like a predator.
"Junhan? What the hell are you doing here?" you asked, your heart racing.
He stood up slowly, approaching with deliberate steps. "I heard you went out with Taejoon. Is that what you do now? Replace me with the first guy who comes along?"
You laughed, incredulous, but the possessive tone in his voice made something churn in your stomach. "Oh, now you care? After trading me in for that slut at the bar? Fuck you, Junhan. Get out of my house."
He didn't move. Instead, he took another step, cornering you against the wall. His dark eyes burned with jealousy, and you felt the heat of his body close to yours. "You're mine," he murmured, his voice low and husky. "No one else touches you. Understand?"
The air grew heavy. You wanted to push him away, but your treacherous hands gripped his shirt. "You don't control me," you retorted, but your voice came out weak, desire already creeping in.
He smirked, that dangerous smile you knew so well. "Ah, but I do. And you know it." Without warning, he kissed you—a hungry, possessive kiss, his teeth biting your lower lip as his hand slid up your thigh, squeezing tightly. You moaned against his mouth, your body betraying any remaining anger.
He lifted you into his arms as if you weighed nothing, carrying you to the bedroom and throwing you onto the bed. "Take off your clothes," he ordered, his eyes devouring you as he removed his own shirt, revealing the defined chest and muscles you loved to trace with your fingers.
You obeyed, your dress flying to the floor, leaving you in just your panties. He knelt on the bed, pulling your legs toward him, his large, warm hands parting your thighs. "You thought I was going to let another guy fuck you? No, baby. Only me."
Before you could answer, he lowered his head, his mouth finding your center on the thin fabric of your panties. You arched your back arched, you moaned loudly as his tongue pressed against your chest, licking slowly, provocatively. "Junhan… fuck…" you gasped, your fingers digging into his hair.
He ripped your panties with a tug, exposing you completely. "Say you're mine," he demanded, his fingers parting your folds, his thumb circling your clitoris with perfect pressure. You writhed, pleasure already building.
"Yours… only yours," you yielded, the words escaping between moans.
Satisfied, he plunged in, his tongue tracing quick, firm patterns, sucking your clitoris with suction that made you see stars. Two fingers entered you unceremoniously, curving to hit that sensitive spot deep inside, pumping rhythmically as he licked. You came quickly, your body trembling, screaming his name as the orgasm ripped through you.
But he didn't stop. He moved up your body, kissing your stomach, your breasts, biting your nipples until they were red and swollen. "Get on all fours," he growled, his voice thick with desire.
You obeyed, hands and knees on the bed, your body still throbbing from the previous climax. He positioned himself behind you, his hand guiding his hard cock – thick, throbbing – to your entrance. "I'm going to fuck you until you forget any other guy," he promised, pushing slowly at first, inch by inch, stretching you deliciously.
You moaned, pushing back against him. "Harder… please…"
He chuckled softly, his hands gripping your waist tightly enough to leave marks. "As you wish." Then he thrust deep, his cock hitting the bottom with each stroke, the sound of skin against skin echoing in the room. He pulled your hair, arching your back, his other arm around your waist so his fingers could return to your clitoris, rubbing in quick circles.
"You're so tight… so wet for me," he grunted, the rhythm quickening, wild. Each thrust was possessive, as if he were claiming you. You felt his cock throbbing inside you, hitting all the right spots, pleasure mixed with a delicious pain that pushed you to the edge.
"Junhan… I'm going to… ah!" Another orgasm hit you, your inner walls contracting around him, milking him.
He couldn't hold back any longer. With a guttural groan, he came inside you, his body trembling as he filled you with hot jets, marking you as his. He collapsed beside you, pulling you into his arms, his kisses now softer, but still possessive.
"Don't go out with anyone else," he murmured against your skin. "We're more than friends with benefits now."
You smiled, exhausted and satisfied. "Okay… but only if you promise the same."
He squeezed you tighter. "I promise." And so, what began as a fight ended in something deeper – jealousy turning into passion, possessiveness turning into commitment.













