Having sex with your roommate normally complicates things. What happens when being with Jeonghan just makes sense?
𝐠𝐞𝐧𝐫𝐞: roommates to lovers, friends with benefits??, soulmate au?? non idol au
𝐰𝐚𝐫𝐧𝐢𝐧𝐠𝐬: camgirl reader, camboy jeonghan, lots of emotions, they’re both very down bad for each other and don’t realize it. Smut warning below the cut.
𝐰𝐨𝐫𝐝 𝐜𝐨𝐮𝐧𝐭: 7.5k
an: this story switches between jeonghan and the readers pov. It will be label by his name and her, when the pov is switching. This is a part of my little universe of loosely connected SVT stories called all for you. Thank you @whimsical-whatever for helping me figure out this story.
𝐰𝐚𝐫𝐧𝐢𝐧𝐠𝐬: multiple sex scenes, camgirl reader, camboy jeonghan, soft dom/switch jeonghan, voyerism, masturbation, mutal masturbation, oral (male rec), sex toys, dirty talk, nipple play, squirting, unprotected sex, cream-pie, breeding kink, cum play, sex tapes, cam boy jeonghan??, lots of emotions, tipsy sex (they’re both fully consenting), caming, filming sexual acts, slut shaming (not by any of the boys. The mc refers to herself as one). names: hers (baby, good girl, angel), his (baby, hannie)
-JEONGHAN-
Jeonghan was tired of being one of the few single people in his friend group. He had zero desire to try online dating like a few friends and all his friends that were girls were already dating one of the other guys in his friend group. He thought maybe if he had a girlfriend or someone for companionship he wouldn’t feel like something is missing in his life.
-
Looking at his computer at the kitchen table his brain was hurting looking at all his banking info. It was coming up on that time if the month when rent was due. Since Jihoon moved out to move in with his girlfriend, Jeonghan and his other roommate Kitten decided to just split the amount of the whole apartment instead of finding another roommate. This was working out but now it’s been six months and Jeonghan is tired of spending so much on rent.
Kitten walked in the door with groceries in hand. She instantly noticed how stressed Jeonghan looked.
“What’s up?” She asked as she set some groceries on the table.
“I think we need to get a roommate. I can’t keep paying this much for rent.”
“Okay that works for me. I just request we maybe find a girl roommate. Also we should probably tell her right away about my job.” Jeonghan assumed Kitten would want a girl roommate. With her being a cam girl he knew having a random man she didn’t know living with them could make things weird. “Wait. Would it be weird if I asked one of my friends I met through Cherry moved in?”
“Is she a camgirl?” Honestly Jeonghan didn’t care what Kitten did for a living. He also didn’t care if another girl who did the same job moved in.
“Yeah she is.”
“That’s fine with me.”
-HER-
Your last roommate you had started making you uncomfortable after finding out about your job. You were in desperate need of a new place to live.
One day when you were out to lunch with Cherry she mentioned having friends that were looking for a roommate. She mentioned one of them being Kitten, a fellow camgirl. You knew right then that would be a good place to live.
You’ve been living with Jeonghan and Kitten for four months now. You and Kitten were already friends and your first reaction when you met Jeonghan was that he's absolutely beautiful.
You learned very quickly they’re both amazing roommates. Jeonghan keeps the apartment very tidy and Kitten loves cooking for you guys. Kitten’s boyfriend Joshua is often at the apartment. He’s best friends with Jeonghan so he’ll even come over just to hang out with him even if Kitten is busy.
You work at a tech company as a software programmer during the day and at night you stream to make extra money. Work has been absolutely shitty recently and this week all your deadlines have been driving you insane. After getting yelled at by your boss you can’t wait to get home. The moment you walk through the door you instantly notice how quiet the apartment is. Opening your phone you see a text sent to your roommate group chat.
5:32pm
From Kitten <3: I’m not coming home tonight. I’m staying at Shau’s place. I made pasta for lunch and I made you each a container. They’re in the fridge for you.
From Jeonghan: thank you. I’m heading home soon. I carpooled with Hao to work.
From you: if anyone needs me I’m getting wine drunk. I had a shitty day at work.
5:37pm
From Jeonghan: don’t get wasted before I get there. I’ll get wine drunk with you.
Walking into the apartment Jeonghan finds you sitting on the couch in your pajamas with a large glass of wine in your hands. You’re dressed in a pair of sweatpants and an oversized shirt.
Jeonghan sits his work bag down by the door and slips off his shoes.
“That’s a lot of wine,” he says walking closer to you.
“I had a shitty day,” you raise your glass at him.
“Let me get out of this work clothes.” He heads off to his room and comes back in a pair of sweats and baggy shirt.
He heads off to the kitchen and comes back with a wine glass for himself. He pours himself a big glass of red wine and sits down next to you.
“Am I crazy if I quit my tech job?” This week feels like it’s been absolutely eating you alive trying to maintain your nine to five job. You take another big drink of wine.
“Not necessarily. I don’t know how inappropriate this is to ask but do you make enough on your lives to afford to get by?” You know Jeonghan is one of the few people you can have that conversation with. He knows all about how being a full time camgirl works because of Kitten.
“Honestly I make enough to live comfortably. In all reality if I quit my tech job I could probably focus more on streaming and making my subscribers only page make even more money.” You’ve been thinking about this for a while, you've just never mentioned it to anyone.
“You’re pretty miserable at your tech job aren’t you?” He’s seen you so stressed out you started crying last week. Jeonghan is very aware of how much you hate your job.
“I fucking hate it,” you sigh.
“If you think you make enough steaming, I say do it. If you have a rough month with money. I can help you figure out rent.” Jeonghan has been so nice to you since the moment you met him. You can’t believe he’s willing to help you with money if things get tough.
“I’m gonna tell them Monday I’m quitting,” you can’t help but smile.
“I think you’re going to be so much happier.”
Taking a big sip of wine you instantly feel relieved. You can’t wait to no longer work a nine to five job.
“Did you already heat up Kitten’s food she made for us?”
“No.”
Reaching over his pats your thigh, and lets out a soft laugh. “Maybe we should eat something before we drink our weight in red wine.”
Getting up he goes into the kitchen and starts warming up the food your roommate left. Sitting at the kitchen table you pour yourself another large glass of wine. He places the food on the table in front of you. Before sitting down across from you.
The food is absolutely delicious. Just like it always is when Kitten makes anything.
“Did you wanna watch something in the living room together?” He asked picking up your empty bowl.
“Sure.”
Sitting back down on the couch you take another big drink of wine before sitting your glass down on the coffee table. Jeonghan turns on a drama he’s been watching before he gets comfortable next to you on the couch. It’s not uncommon for you to practically cuddle leaning against each other on the couch.
His arm is over your shoulder as you lean against him. The whole time his show is playing you aren’t really paying attention. Even the red wine can’t seem to stop your over thinking about work. Without even thinking you pick the little lent pieces that are on the thigh if Jeonghan’s sweats. He doesn’t say anything but you feel his thigh flex under your touch.
He takes a deep breath. Glancing up you see he’s no longer watching the tv, he’s eyes are trained on you.
“Sorry,” you pulled your hand away feeling instantly embarrassed.
He doesn’t say anything, he just stares at you blinking. The air feels heavy. Without even thinking you go back to playing with the fabric of his sweats. Your hand travels towards the inside of his thighs almost testing the waters. The sound of him swallowing loudly tells you you’re playing a dangerous game.
“Do you want me to stop?” You whisper not even sure if your voice is fully audible. Maybe it’s the red wine in your veins making you bold enough to make a move on your roommate.
“No,” he voice is clear as day.
Your hand slides up his thigh. The growing bulge in his sweatpants is a clear indicator that he’s enjoying this. “Can I touch you?”
“Yes.”
Slowly your hand slides up his thigh. Stopping just at his bulge. Your eyes stay locked on his as you cup his bulge. He’s a little bigger than average size by the feel of it. A low moan passes his lips as you feel him up.
Your eyes stayed locked on him as you groped him. He’s so hard in your hand and straining against his sweatpants.
“Hannie,” you whisper.
“Yes?”
“Are you sober?” You want to make sure he’s fully aware of what is happening.
“I was barely tipsy. Are you sober?” He looks so gentle suddenly.
“I’m just tad tipsy.” You don’t stop touching him as you speak. “But I want this.” You have thought about touching him for weeks.
“Can I please kiss you?”
“Please.”
Without another word he removes your hand from him and pulls your pilant body on to his lap. His straining erection is pressed up against your clothed core. Resting his hand on your cheek he drags his thumb across your bottom lip. Rolling your hips against his for some friction, a soft moan passes your lips.
The first time your lips touch in a tipsy state it feels sobering. The feeling of Jeonghan’s soft lips against yours gives you butterflies. He’s holding your face in his hands slowly he pulls away and smiles at you.
“I have wanted to kiss you for a while.” His voice is low. There’s no words you can think say. Crashing your lips into his once again for a heated kiss.
“I wondered what it was like to kiss you.” His hands grip your hips and guide your body against his. After your shitty day at work you didn’t think it would end with you dry humping your roommate while you make out.
“You’re so fucking hot,” he groans as his lips start kissing your jaw.
Rolling your hips against his erection you can feel your panties starting to stick to your wet core. “Hannie, can you fuck me?” You moan.
Pulling away from you, he rolls his head back moaning. “I want to so badly.”
Crawling off his lap you quickly remove your sleep shorts and your wet panties. His eyes stay locked on your pussy. It is clearly wet with need. You hope he doesn’t mind that you aren’t shaved bare. Since you started streaming you realized you didn’t need to wax all the time. Men tended to like you like that. He swallows watching you for a moment before he takes this as his cue to remove his sweats and boxers.
The sight of his cock is absolutely mouth watering. His cock is just as pretty as you thought it would be. It’s a little bigger than the average man. It’s a pretty blush color, and curves up towards him. The base of him has a well kept patch of pubes with a little happy trail.
Crawling onto his lap you nestle his length between your folds.
“Can I take this off?” He messes with the hem of your baggy shirt.
“Yes,” you sigh.
He pulls off your shirts and marvels at the fact you aren’t wearing a bra. “Can you take yours off?” Silently he follows your request.
You’re both completely naked sitting on your living room coach. Rolling your hips, his cock slides through your folds. Everytime his mushroom tip brushes your clit you can’t help but gasp.
“Should I get a condom?” He moans taking your breast in his hand. His hands knead your flesh.
“I’m clean and have an iud.”
“Where did you want me to finish?” He plays with your nipples, tweaking them between two fingers.
“Wherever you want. I would prefer you fill me up.”
“Are you asking me to come inside you?” He looks completely caught off guard by your request.
“Please,” you practically beg.
“Okay baby.”
Your lips move together as you slowly sink down on his length. Your fingers tangle in his blonde hair holding him close. Lifting your hips you keep a slow pace. Each time you roll your hips forward you clit brushes against his pubic bone earning a moan.
Your nose brushes his as your lips are so close to touching. The only sounds in the room are the soft moans, and pants. His lips connect to your neck leaving open mouth kisses.
The way his cock is curved his brushing against the spot inside you that has you seeing stars.
“You feel so good,” he moans. “You’re so tight.”
As you move your body up and down his length you can’t really think straight. You're lost in a lust filled haze. It feels like he was made for you. His cock hits the perfect spot inside of you.
The coil in your stomach tightens more and more with each thrust. His hands grip your sides helping you move. Suddenly the coil snaps and a white hot wave washes over you.
Moaning his name like a prayer. He starts lifting his hips helping you ride out your orgasm.
-JEONGHAN-
“Can I cum inside you?” He begs. He’s desperate and sounds like he’s on the verge of falling apart.
“Please fill me up.”
His hands grip your hips as he chases his release. Your walls contract around him as another orgasm follows, milking his cock. Thick white ropes fill you to the brim. He doesn’t think he’s ever come this much in his life. Looking into your eyes for a moment he feels like this was supposed to happen. He doesn’t know how he ever was to survive not touching you.
-HER-
You stop moving, leaning against him. Your face rest in the crook of his neck. You press open mouth wet kisses to the delicate skin on his neck.
“That was unexpected.” Gently he rubs your back.
“That was amazing.” You murmured against his skin.
“I need to clean you up and make sure my cum doesn’t get on the couch. Kitten might kill us if we stained this couch.”
Standing up your legs feel like jello. Looking down between your legs you watch as Jeonghan cum starts trickling down your thigh. Without even thinking his grabs his shirt and gently wipes away his release. Grabbing your hand he takes you to the bathroom where he sits you on the counter and wipes way any cum that is leaking out.
Standing between you legs his hand rest on your cheek. “You’re so pretty.”
“You sure know how to make a girl feel good.”
“The only girl I have ever wanted to make feel good is you.” Leaning forward he presses his lips to yours for a gentle kiss.
Everything feels like it makes sense right now. There isn’t any awkward tension or any feelings of regret. He helps you off the counter and without even asking takes you to his room. He pulls you close to his body and presses another kiss to your forehead.
- JEONGHAN-
“Can I ask you something that might be a little too intrusive?”
You’re naked in his bed you aren’t sure what he could possibly be worried about asking you. “Go for it?”
“What kind of stuff do you film?”
“You’ve never looked up my account?” You’ve mentioned your username before. You just kinda assumed he would investigate. Some of your other friends have. Hell even your last roommate did.
“Never. I’ve never looked up Kitten or Cherry either. It just felt like an invasion of privacy. Also I don’t think it’s really fair to Shau or Jun if I looked up their partners.”
“Do you think any of the boys have looked me up?” Jeonghan's whole friend group basically knows about your job. You found out when Cherry started seeing Jun she slowly let the friend group know and Kitten’s secret had slowly gotten out as well as she felt more comfortable letting close friends know.
“No none of them have. They all just see it as a normal job.”
“I film a lot of solo stuff with toys. I back in the day used to film with this guy I was casually seeing but he never fucked me on camera. I just used to film giving him head. Things with us ended when he got a serious girlfriend.”
“Would you ever film with someone again?” He can’t lie, he's curious. He is one of the only people Jun has told about filming with girlfriend. He knows Jun films with Cherry all the time but makes sure his face is never seen.
“I wouldn’t be against it. It has to be the right person. I need to make sure I trust them.”
He looks up at the ceiling. He doesn’t know why he’s suddenly so interested in the possibility of filming with you. He’s never had a desire to preform sexual acts in camera. But there is something about you that he’s interested in doing it with you.
“Would you trust me?”
Knitting your brows together you stare at him for a long moment. “I do trust you.” Lacing his fingers with yours he squeezes your hand gently. “Did you want to film with me?”
“I’m quite interested.”
“Have you talked to Jun?”
“Yeah he told me about his anonymous filming he does. It piqued my interest, but I don’t want you to think I slept with you because of that.” He’s suddenly worried you’re going to think he’s a creep.
“Last time I checked I started this when I was messing with your sweatpants,” you let out a little laugh. “If you were interested in filming with me. We could try whatever you’re comfortable doing.”
“I think I want to try at least once.”
-HER-
When morning comes you're reminded you’re in Jeonghan bed when you feel his morning wood poking your butt. His arm tights around your waist letting you know he’s awake.
“Hannie.”
“Baby,” he groans, pushing his dick further against your butt. His hand moved down your stomach. His hand cups your pussy. His finger dips between your folds earning a moan. “I want you again,” he groans.
“You can have me,” you moan.
“Are you going to put it in?”
“Do you want me to fuck you again?”
“Please, Hannie.”
He pushes your leg forward to give himself better access to your core. “Do I need to get a condom?”
“No want you raw,” you moan. He’s grinding against your core, making you feel like you’re going insane.
Slowly he pushes into you. He’s hitting a different angle than last night. “This might be the best way to wake up,” he groans. “You feel even tighter from this angle.”
It doesn’t take long before you fall apart moaning his name. The feeling of him finishing inside you is intoxicating. You understand why people have creampie kink. You’ve never fucked anyone on camera before, but now you can’t get the thought of Jeonghan fucking you on camera out of your mind.
Walking out of Jeonghan room dressed in a pair of his sweats and baggy shirt. He takes your hand in his before pressing his lips to your cheek.
“Hannie?”
“Yeah?”
“Maybe we don’t tell Kitten right away. Especially if we’re gonna film together.”
“Okay that works for me.”
-
You have officially quit your job and have decided to fully focus on being a camgirl.
After that night you and Jeonghan first slept together things between you have definitely changed. It feels like you’re definitely together but you’re sneaking around. Neither of you are ready for Kitten to know or any of your friends. You haven’t had a chance to film together yet, but Jeonghan sat in your room last night while you were filming. He sat on the other side of the camera. His hand stroking his length mimicking the speed you’re thrusting your sparkly blue dildo into yourself.
Him being in the room while you’re filming is absolutely thrilling. It’s intoxicating knowing that no one knows what’s happening other than the two of you.
After filming you always take a nice hot shower and the addition of Jeonghan joining you is welcomed. He massages mango scented shampoo into your hair.
“I like watching you film,” he says, breaking the comfortable silence that has formed between you.
“I liked you watching.”
“Did you still wanna go out to the bar with Seungcheol, Darling, Honey, Wonwoo, Chan and Minghao?”
“Oh yeah I’ll go. I think Shau is coming over here. Kitten mentioned wanting to film. We could give them some privacy.” He taps your butt signaling for you to turn around to rinse your hair.
You spend the rest of the shower not doing anything sexual. Jeonghan finishes washing your hair, and you help wash his hair before getting out. Each of you go to your seperate room to get dressed and get ready to go out.
Walking out into the living room you find Joshua sitting on the couch talking to Jeonghan. Kitten pops out of the kitchen holding a bottle of water.
“Are you guys meeting Cheol at the bar?” Joshua asked.
“Yeah Cheol was saying it’s been too long since we all met up for beers.”
“(Y/N) are you going?” Kitten asked.
“Yeah Jeonghan said we can use this to celebrate me being free from my job.”
“That means you should get wasted. Hannie can take care of you,” Joshua says, patting your roommate on the shoulder.
“Hannie take care of our girl,” Kitten says as she walks over and holds her hand out signaling her boyfriend to stand up.
“I always take care of her,” Jeonghan’s words have a double meaning that neither of them catch.
Jeonghan drives you to the bar telling you that he would be designated driver that you could let loose and have fun.
As soon as you arrive Darling and Honey pull you away saying they want to do shots to celebrate you quitting.
-JEONGHAN-
Standing at the bar Jeonghan is ordering himself a beer, and you a drink. Seungcheol walks up patting him on the back.
“I’m glad you brought (Y/N) with you. Darling and Honey seem to love her.” Seungcheol says before taking a sip of his beer.
“She’s great. She just quit her tech job so I told her this would be a good way to celebrate.” The bartender puts two drinks down in front of him, and Jeonghan hands him his card to pay.
“I take it that means she’s going to work full time doing the same thing as Kitten and Cherry?” It’s funny all the boys know now that Kitten and Cherry are camgirl but they’re all really respectful about it and never directly say what their jobs is.
“Yeah she makes good money doing it. She was absolutely miserable at her tech job. I can’t count the number of times she came home crying from work.” Jeonghan hated seeing you upset.
“You know I think she’s a good fit for the group. She gets along with all boys and the girls adore her. It’s a bonus that she understands and relates to Kitten and Cherry.” Seungcheol says.
“I think with Jun seeing Cherry and her being open about her job made Kitten feel more comfortable letting everyone know.” Jeonghan remembers when Kitten awkwardly told him about her job. She seemed so worried that Jeonghan would be upset or judge her, but he honestly didn’t care. He’s always been a very sex positive person, and if his roommate could make a living being a cam girl he would never judge her. He wouldn’t ever judge you either. Your job didn’t define you. He was quite interested in your job though, and wanted to explore aspects of it with you.
Seungcheol clears his throat, catching his attention. “You zoned out on me.”
“Sorry I was just thinking.” He stares at his drink before taking a sip.
“Why don’t you go take (Y/N) her drink?”
Walking over he interrupts your conversation with the girls to hand your drink. He wants to give you time to catch up with the girls. Walking over he joins Wonwoo and Minghao at the pool table.
The moment Chan joins the boys at the pool table he’s already in full gear complaining about his coworker. Jeonghan gets an earful about the new girl that is making Chan’s life, as he says “a living hell.” That’s probably because they’re competing for the same promotion.
Minghao just shakes his head before taking a drink of his beer. Seungcheol soon joins the rest of the boys after bugging his girlfriend who seems more interested in catching up with the girls.
The whole time boys are playing pool he can’t seem to fully focus on the game. He keeps glancing over at you.
“You’re not nearly as competitive tonight as you normally are,” Wonwoo bumps him. Jeonghan glances up at his friend. He’s trying to be subtle about the fact he can only focus on you.
“I got a lot on my mind.”
“Maybe, your roommate can help with that.”
“Wonwoo-“
“I’m just messing with you. I know you’ve had a crush for a while.”
“Let’s not talk about this,” Jeonghan doesn’t need any of the boys in his business. Especially since he hasn’t properly talked about what is going on between you.
The girls rush over with a tray of shots. Jeonghan passes on taking one knowing he needs to drive you home. He watches as everyone toast to you quitting your job.
As the night goes on Jeonghan watches as you, Chan, and Darling get absolutely wasted. Honey is quite drunk but nowhere on the level of the others. He doesn’t think he’s ever seen you this drunk. There is something so cute about how fluster you get in this drunken state.
Seungcheol is taking care of his girlfriend who is even more clingy than normal.
Chan is fighting with Wonwoo about not wanting to go home.
“I need to take Chan home,” Wonwoo says, holding the wrist of his very drunk friend.
“I’ll ride with you guys to help,” Minghao chimes in.
“Wonwoo, can you hold my hand?” Honey asked, walking up to her boyfriend.
“I need to get my own drunk one back to my place,” Seungcheol says, holding his girlfriend’s hand.
Leaning into Jeonghan you wrap your arms around his waist holding him. “Hannie, are you going to take me home?”
He leans down pressing his lips to the top of your head, “yes, angel.”
Taking your hand he leads out of the bar and helps you into his car. After buckling you in he starts heading home. Leaning your head against the cool glass window. Reaching over he rests his hand on your thigh.
“Hannie?”
“Yes angel?”
“Thank you,” you murmur, sounding like you’re trying not to fall asleep.
“For what?” He glances over at you trying to focus on the road.
“For being my person.”
“You’re my person too,” he gently squeezes your thigh.
Arriving home he helps you into the elevator. He notices the apartment is quite quiet but he can hear the sound of music lightly playing in Kitten’s room.
“Your bed or mine?” He asked.
“Mine but will you sleep with me? I wanna cuddle.” He had zero intention of letting you sleep alone. In your drunken state he wanted to make sure you were safe.
“Of course.”
He leads you off to the bathroom where he sits you on the toilet and uses one of your makeup wipes and helps you clean your face. Once in your room he helps you strip down to just your underwear. He even helps you remove your bra you were complaining about. He hands you a baggy shirt he knows you love to sleep in. He doesn’t bother going to his room to get his pajama pants. He strips down to his boxers and joins you under the covers.
Curling up on your side he can tell you’re barely awake. He turns off the light on the nightstand on his side of the bed. He curls up behind you spooning you. This is quite possibly his favorite way to fall asleep. He is never more comfortable than when he is holding you.
“Night Hannie,” you whisper.
“Goodnight baby.”
He doesn’t fall asleep as quickly as you. He can’t seem to shut off his mind. He doesn’t understand how one person can make him feel so many emotions like you do.
When sleep finally finds him, he only dreams of you.
-HER-
It’s been two months since the first time you slept together, the first of many times. Since then Jeonghan has brought up filming with you a few times. Recently he’s been enjoying being in the room masturbating with you off screen.
Today is the day he finally asked if he could officially go on your stream with you.
“Maybe pull your hair back so it looks short and wear a face mask in case any of you face shows.” You think it’s best if he stays anonymous as possible. Especially if it ends up being a one time thing.
“Okay.” He works on pulling his hair back.
“If you don’t want to do this I fully understand,” you want to give him an opportunity to back out.
“I want to do this.”
“How do you want to do this?” You need to know what his boundaries are. You’re willing to do anything he feels comfortable doing. You know with Junhui and Cherry he stays fully dressed and plays with her on camera. She’s mentioned they filmed a full sex tape before but she decided against posting it. You aren’t sure if you would ever feel comfortable posting one of those, but if you trust anyone enough to film a full sex tape it would be Jeonghan.
“Maybe the first time you give me head and I’ll finger you.” He seems a little nervous and you don’t blame him. Your first time you went live you were nervous too.
“I’m going to suggest you talk dirty to me while I give you head. People eat that up.”
Jeonghan sits on the bed and you make sure the camera isn’t showing his face. You adjust the camera so no matter where he sits it should only show him from the neck down.
You start your stream and sit on the bed next to him. You’re dressed in a see through lavender bra and crotchless panties.
You greet your audience and tell them you have a mystery friend helping you. All the comments are instantly excited that you have brought someone to film with you. Some of the requests people are leaving are asking him to do wild things to you.
Leaning over you whisper in his ear, “act like it’s just us two.”
He nods silently. Standing up he removes his underwear and sits on the chair angled in front of the camera. The angle makes it where you only see the bottom of his jaw that is covered by a mask. Slowly he strokes his length as you crawl towards him.
“Such a pretty cock,” you say as you sit on your knees in front of him. The sight of him naked on the chair in front of you is mouth watering.
Putting his hand under your chin he tilts your head up. “Are you going to be a good girl for me and suck it?”
“I want you to fuck my mouth.” He groans at your dirty words. You never talk like this to him when you’re fooling around.
Sticking your tongue out you stare at him through your lashes. Tapping his dick against your tongue. You smile as he pulls away. Neither of you are normally like this in bed together and this kind of feels like you’re role playing. This whole scenario is exciting.
“Open,” he commands.
Placing the tip of his dick in your mouth you instantly start sucking him. His dark eyes stay locked on you as you focus on taking him further in your mouth. One hand rests on his thigh steadying yourself while the other pumps his neglected shaft. Your focus is on his sensitive tip right now.
Hollowing your cheeks you take him all the way in. Thank god you don’t really have a gag reflex as he brushes the back of your throat. Looking up at him with watery eyes you wish you could see his whole face. His hands brush your hair away from your face. Making a makeshift ponytail with his hand.
“Such a good girl,” he moans.
He is not even touching you and he’s making you wet. You don’t think you’ve ever cum fully untouched, but today might be the day.
Popping off him you smile up at him taking this moment to properly breathe again. Taking his length in both hands you pump him and focus on his tip again. Tilting his head back he closes his eyes, taking a deep breath.
Taking him back into your mouth you take him until your nose brushes against his will trimmed patch of pubic hair. His stomach muscles tense as he’s on the brink of falling apart.
Pulling off him you look at him and say, “are you going to come in my mouth?”
“That depends, are you going to be a good girl and swallow?”
“Anything for you.”
Hollowing your cheeks you take him fully again. His fingers tangled in your hair helping guide you up and down his length. Your eyes are a watery mess as he keeps brushing the back of your throat. The echoing moan of the word “baby”’ takes over your senses as he feels your mouth with his milky release.
You keep sucking until he’s finished and clearly spent. Pulling off of him he rests his hand on your cheek. His thumb brushes your bottom lip wiping away some of his cum.
Opening your mouth you show him cum. You’ve never been a fan of swallowing, but you would do it everyday with him.
“Good girl,” he whispers. Closing your mouth you swallow everything he gave you.
“Can I play with your favorite vibrator?” He asked standing up. Walking off camera he grabs some tissues cleaning himself up.
“Please.”
“Lay on your bed and spread your legs wide for all the nice people to see.”
Crawling on the bed he sits on his knees next to you. Making sure your wet pussy is on full display for everyone watching. He’s attempting to make sure the only part of him that shows is his jaw that is covered by a mask.
Holding the vibrator to your already sensitive clit he starts by pumping one finger. Giving you a chance to adjust before he adds a second. He hooks his long fingers brushing your g spot over. Your body feels tense as the coil in your stomach tightens. At the rate he’s going you're going to fall apart the quickest you ever have.
“Is baby close to cumming?” He says staring into your lust filled eyes. You aren’t sure you can form proper words, you just nod your head.
“Can you take another finger?”
“Yes.”
He stretches you open more, adding another finger. He clicks up the speed of the vibrator practically making you scream.
Your orgasm hits you like a ton of bricks and for the first time ever fluid rushes out of you. Coating Jeonghan’s arm in your release. Your body feels weightless as you lay there trying to breathe.
Looking at Jeonghan you see his arm glistening. You’ve never squirted before and you weren’t even sure you could. Your cheeks instantly flush, feeling quite embarrassed.
“Such a good girl,” he pulls away from your core. He clicked off the vibrator tossing it on your bed.
“That’s all folks,” he walks over and ends your livestream.
Laying there you close your eyes staring up at the ceiling. Slowly sitting up you watch as he removes his face mask and pulls on his boxers before dashing out of your room. He comes back holding a washcloth.
“Baby spread your legs for me. I need to clean you up.”
The warm water cloth against your sensitive core is nice. “I’ve never squirted before.”
“Oh,” he instantly sports a cocky smile.
“I’m gonna need to clean my sheets.” You can’t even think about getting out of bed yet. Your body feels like jello.
“How about you take a shower and I’ll strip your bed and toss your bedding in the washer.”
“Can I sleep in your bed tonight?” Suddenly things feel very deeper between you and you honestly just want him to hold you.
He helps you stand up. He leans down and presses his lips to yours for a gentle kiss. “Of course you can stay in my bed.”
“What if Kitten sees us?” You ask the question that has been on your mind since this all started.
“We don’t have to hide anything. If she sees us I’m okay with that.”
Slowly you sit up and stare at him for a moment. You don’t think you can really keep your feelings out of whatever is happening between you. “Jeonghan, I like you a lot.”
“I like you a lot too. I actually more than like you.” His words instantly give you butterflies. “Go take a shower and we’ll talk more after. Come to my room after.”
Standing under the warm water you can’t seem to shut off your brain. Things suddenly feel so different, but that’s not a bad thing.
-JEONGHAN-
Three little words have been floating around in his head for a while now. He tries to stop thinking about it as he throws your bedding into the washer. When heads to his room he goes through his drawers finding something for you to sleep in. All he can do is picture your face as you lay on your bed completely blissed out.
The bedroom door opens and you walk in with a towel wrapped around you. “Is Kitten with Joshua?”
“Yeah they’re actually at her parents house for dinner.” He forgot to mention that earlier. “I picked out something for you to sleep in.”
“You don’t want to sleep naked?” You give him a smile.
“I mean we can if you want. I was thinking we could get cozy, and talk about some things.”
You take the clothes from him and get dressed, not bothering to get underwear. You’re wearing some of his sleep shorts, and a baggy shirt.”
Sitting on the edge of the bed Jeonghan stands in front of you for a moment before he leans forward and presses his lips to yours for a gentle kiss. “You know for the longest time you seem to be the only thing I can think about?” His heart swells instantly when he sees you smile at his words.
“Is that a good or a bad thing?”
“It’s very good. You make me so incredibly happy.” He smiles.
“Jeonghan, you make me happy.”
Sitting down on the bed next to you. Taking your hand in his he squeezes it three times. “Hannie-“
“Yes Angel?”
“You truly are my person. I like you so much.” You suddenly feel like crying. They aren’t sad tears. They’re anything but. “You're the first person I’ve ever been with that doesn’t make me feel like I’m some slut for my job.”
“Don’t ever call yourself that.” He chimes in.
“I don’t think I am one. I just need you to know. You make me feel so normal.”
The smile on his face is heartwarming. “You know I watched Shau and Kitten figure out their shit. They went from friends to being head over heels for each other. I even watched Wonwoo fall for Honey. And I even saw the other boys find their girlfriends. I was always so jealous wishing that I would know what it’s like to find companionship like theirs and to fall hopelessly in love.” He pauses, reaching up and resting his hand on your cheek. “And then I met you. Everything suddenly felt like it clicked when you moved in. The moment we met I had a feeling I was going to love you.”
Tears start sliding down your cheek. “Yoon Jeonghan, is this your way of telling me you love me?”
“Absolutely,” his thumb brushes the tears staining your cheek.
“I remember when Kitten introduced us. I thought you were so beautiful and I knew I was fucked.” A soft laugh passes your lips. “I love you too, by the way.”
“I should properly say, I love you.” He leans over and presses his lips to your for a soft kiss.
“Does this mean we’re officially a couple?” You think that it’s time you put a label on this.
“Angel have been my girlfriend since we fucked on the couch.” He laughs.
“Since the first night we hooked up?”
“Yes. I haven’t stopped thinking about you since.”
“So you’re my boyfriend?”
“Yes, and you’re my girlfriend.”
Holding your face in both hands he leans in pressing his lips to yours for a heated kiss. Your lips move together as if you need each other to breathe. Pulling away he rested his forehead against yours. “I love you.”
“I love you too.”
Since the beginning things between you have always made sense. You aren’t shocked that you fell in love with your roommate. It almost seems inevitable.
That night when you finally lose your clothes Jeonghan has you on your stomach with a pillow under your hips. Slowly he rolls his hips into you. He hits a spot deep inside. His thrusts are a little lazier than normal but you feel so incredibly close to him. His lips are over your bare shoulders. Between kisses you hear him whisper, “I love you.”
Both your highs reach you at the same time. Falling apart you moan his name. His thrust grows a little sloppy until he slows down.
He sits back on his knees and watches as his cum slowly starts to drip out of you. His mind feels fuzzy and all he can think about in that moment is how much he likes seeing you filled with him. Running his finger through your sensitive folds, he collects his cum and slowly pushes it back inside you.
He’s surprised you don’t comment on his fascination with pushing his cum back inside you.
“Hannie?”
“Yea Angel?”
“Are you having fun back there?” You tease him.
“Sorry I just like seeing you filled with my cum.” He doesn’t even bother trying to lie.
Crawling off the bed slowly he cleans himself off with a tissue before throwing in boxers and heading off to get a warm cloth to clean you up.
Jeonghan puts back on his sweatpants and you get dressed back in the sleep clothes he picked out for you.
Crawling back into bed a soft yawn passes your lips. Rolling in your side you signal for him to come hold you. The moment he is on the bed he pulls close to him. This feels perfect.
-HER-
When morning comes your wake with your body curled up against Jeonghan’s. Your head resting on his chest and your legs tangled together.
You never sleep better than you do when you’re in his arms. A soft yawn passes his lips as he pulls you closer.
“I need coffee,” his voice is raspy.
“We should get up and make some,” you nuzzle against his chest.
Slowly you both crawl out of his bed. He doesn’t bother putting a shirt on. He’s dressed in a pair of grey sweatpants that sit low on his hips. Holding your hand he leads you out of his room and out to the living room.
“Well I didn’t expect to see this,” Joshua's voice startles both of you.
Both of you stop in your tracks. Kitten pops out of the kitchen and instantly smiles at you and Jeonghan holding hands.
“I can’t say I’m shocked,” Kitten has a huge smile on her face. “You two always flirt and Hannie has always been quite fond of (Y/N).” Glancing up you see Jeonghan is blushing. You squeeze his hand and give him a smile. “Also seemed more touchy than normal.”
Kitten looks instantly happy as she stares at both of you. “So is this like an official thing?”
“I mean I love her and she’s my girlfriend,” Jeonghan responds.
“It’s about time you guys got together.” It turns out even your roommate knew that you were supposed to fall in love with Jeonghan.
Maybe Wonwoo is right when he talks about everyone having their own soulmate. Maybe Jeonghan is yours? You love him so much. He just makes everything feel right in your world.
A question you never imagined you would be answering suddenly pops up in your life, and suddenly it’s all you can think about. Considering how unstable your relationship with Jeonghan has been, will you two last to see another year?
Tag: Dubious Consent due to drunk mutual masturbation, creampie, choking, phone sex… sorta… Name-calling as usual, no protection- wear protection please
Special thanks to the anon who wanted a drunk y/n part! heh
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You sat with your laptop in your lap as you typed the last few words of your essay on the word document you had open. You looked at it once, and then again, and then one more time just to make sure that the last sentence made sense.
You sighed and shut your laptop turning your attention to look out Joshua’s bedroom window. He stirred behind you, and you heard the pages of his book flutter slightly.
“Done?” He asked you. You nodded, and turned so that you could actually face Joshua, a smile spreading over your lips.
The first part of the eighth and final part to the Pathetic series
Summary: Jeonghan and y/n are finally together. But what does being together mean for them?
This part is 31k which was too much for tumblr???? Because it was over 1000 blocks??? So it's split into two parts being released at the same time IM SORRY. Alexa play Hate Rodrigo by Yena
Warnings: Dubcon as always, let’s do this one more time: dom!jeonghan, sub!y/n, masochist!jeonghan, sadist!yn, lots of public play and I mean a lot okay, Jeonghan is a tease, degradation, dacryphilia, creampies, slight teeny tiny breeding kink if you squint at one part, pet play??? Like it’s not but he calls her a bitch and makes her bark idk what you want me to call that, cunnilingus, fingering, rough sex, mean!jeonghan, references to y/n being a toy and other demeaning things in a sexual manner (but like at this point we all know this right), praise!kink if you squint, the l-bombs in this one are crazy, jealousy from both sides, possessiveness from both sides, unprotected sex as always, bimbification? (yn is fucked dumb)
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This is part one of the eighth part of the pathetic series:
It felt weird to be standing at the door of Alpha Mu in daylight… Okay, you had been here in daylight before but it still felt wrong. You weren’t sure if it was because you didn’t really belong in a frat house, or if it was because now you were dating Jeonghan and that was weird to say.
You stared at the door, knowing from experience that what you needed to do was just to open the door. But… It was your first time coming here as a girlfriend… It just felt wrong to do so.
“Two times in a row.”
You were startled out of your thoughts by the unfortunately distinct sound of Seungcheol’s voice. You turned around, an embarrassed expression spread over your face, but Seungcheol just gave you half a smile.
“I just…” Your words died on your lips. Seungcheol’s smile grew a little bit, and he brushed past you, pushing the front door open. You watched him step in, your mouth momentarily going dry as he just left it open for you. He walked a few steps into the hallway, kicking his shoes off.
“Jeonghan, you left her outside again,” he called. You resisted the urge to hit Seungcheol and instead rushed into the frat house, kicking your shoes off and closing the door behind you. When you peeked around the door Jeonghan was on the floor surrounded by legos (as per usual).
You two caught each other’s eyes immediately and his lips fell into a smile that was mostly in his eyes. Your heart jumped in your chest at the expression, and you felt yourself stopping right next to Seungcheol who had stopped just inside the living room.
He looked at you and sighed shaking his own head.
“Look at her,” he commented gesturing to you. “This is the face of a psychology major who is going to leave you if you aren’t careful.”
Jeonghan’s smile didn’t waver, but his eyes flickered briefly down to his hands. He set down a chunk of Lego bricks, watching you for your reaction to Seungcheol’s words. You glanced back over at Seungcheol, giving him a pressed smile.
“It’s like Jeonghan says,” you mumbled. “I don’t mind waiting for him.” You thought over your words for a second. “But it wasn’t his fault that I was standing out there.”
You looked back over at Jeonghan in time to see his eyes flicker over to Seungcheol. The two boys made eye contact, and Jeonghan’s lips flickered up just a tad more.
“She doesn’t mind,” he said, his voice coming out like a brag. His eyes flickered back, and he gestured towards you. “Come here.”
Somehow that was more embarrassing than you saying that you didn’t mind waiting for Jeonghan. You gave a glance to everyone in the room and upon noticing that no one was really paying attention you walked over to Jeonghan, stooping over in front of him. He smiled at you, and raised his hands to your face, pulling you down by your cheeks.
He pulled you close but he didn’t say anything to you. Instead, his eyes narrowed at you slightly, his gaze intensifying. You let him stare at you like that for a few seconds, that ran into a minute, that had your face burning in his hands.
“Jeonghan,” you mumbled softly. He mostly ignored you, his eyes searching your face in a manner that you were starting to become accustomed to. One that was embarrassing enough when you two were alone. More so when you were in a living room full of people. You bit back a frustrated whine. “Jeonghan,” you pressed again. “’s embarrassing.”
Jeonghan’s lips pressed up into a barely there smile and he sighed, a bit overdramatically, letting his hands fall back to his sides.
“Can’t I appreciate my girlfriend in peace?”
Girlfriend. That word certainly was tickling you in a way that you had never imagined it would. You tried to press down the feeling.
“Yeah, in peace,” you replied, your eyes glancing at Seokmin on the couch as you spoke. Jeonghan followed your gaze, his cheeks very briefly puffing up when he realized where your hesitation came from. He sighed, turning his head back to you.
“Fine,” he relented. “In peace.” He smiled and gestured to the legos scattered on the floor. He didn’t have to vocally extend the invitation to sit next to him. You set your bag down and sat cross-legged next to Jeonghan.
He was now fully focused on his legos again, and you watched him for a little as her perused the colorful pieces of plastic. You were only there for a few minutes before your attention was torn away from him.
“Oh y/n.”
You looked up from Jeonghan to see that Jun was standing at the stairs, your lips flickered up into a smile.
“Jun,” you greeted. Jun walked down the last few steps and walked over to you and Jeonghan, plopping himself down in front of you. Jeonghan looked up at him with a small glance, a smile flickering on his face in greeting. Jun mirrored the look before settling his gaze back on you.
“I’m glad you’re here,” he said seriously. “I have a problem.”
You frowned slightly.
“Okay…?”
It wasn’t common that Jun came to you with things. In fact, you and Jun had never really had a relationship like that before. To lump you and Jun into a box without putting Jeongyeon in it too felt wrong. In fact, you thought that your even minor relationship with Jun could be chalked up to pure over exposure to one another.
You saw him with Jeongyeon. You saw him with Jeonghan. But never more than that.
And sure, he was there to give you advice but again if it weren’t for Jeongyeon in the room than you wouldn’t be telling him your issues at all.
So, to hear Jun come to you with a problem. Even though Jeonghan was right there. It was odd.
Jun’s eyes darted to the side, seeming to access his surroundings. You glanced around as well but everyone seemed to be focused on other things.
“It’s just…” He hesitated again, looking down at his hands. When he looked back up, you gestured for him to continue. “I keep getting asked out.”
Your eyebrow rose.
“Asked out?” You asked. He nodded.
“Asked out… By a girl…” He continued. Your eyes flickered behind Jun towards the kitchen where a curious Seungcheol was now peeking out from around the corner. Your attention strayed back to Jun.
“Okay,” you replied. You couldn’t quite read exactly what Jun wanted advice with and yet that seemed to be enough context for Jun. He went silent, reaching forward to grab some of the legos scattered on the floor. He started to separate them into little piles. You would think that you had satisfied him if not for the fact that so far all you had said that wasn’t repetition was okay. You cleared your throat.
“What girl?” You pressed, hoping maybe he would pick up that you didn’t have enough context.
He barely looked at you.
“Yeonwoo,” he replied, almost as if it was obvious. He glanced around and lowered his voice. “She’s one of the prettiest girls in my major.”
Another thought occurred to you, and you leaned back on your hands in disappointment.
“What the fuck even is your major Jun?” You asked.
“I’m in aerospace engineering,” he replied pointedly.
You blinked.
“Aerospac-”
“And Yeonwoo is the top of our class,” Jun interrupted you as if the revelation of his major was nothing. “We are in a class together right now and she started…” Again, he lowered his voice, forcing you to lean forward a little. “She started sitting next to me.”
You had never been this close to Jun before and yet for some reason you still couldn’t hear him. You scooted closer to him, your shoulders brushing, fingers touching.
“And she asked me one day what my favorite kind of coffee was and when I didn’t tell her she told me that she would just… Figure it out herself. And so, she just started bringing me coffee every day.”
Your lips flickered up into a small smile.
“What? That’s so nice.”
Jun still looked troubled.
“She keeps asking to study with me after class,” he continued, as if the addition of that detail should make it more obvious as to why this was so troublesome. “Or inviting me to parties that her friends are throwing.”
Now it was your turn to feel confused. You brushed your hair back distractedly.
“Do you not like her?”
“No, I do like her,” Jun disagreed. “She’s really pretty… And nice…”
“Jun’s never dated anyone before,” Jeonghan commented. Both of you looked up from where your foreheads were practically touching. He gestured towards Jun. “So, he’s nervous about messing it up.”
Jun’s face started to redden a little.
“That’s not-”
“He’s really popular with girls he just never realizes when they are flirting with him,” Seungcheol agreed from the kitchen. Jun whipped his head around to look at Seungcheol.
“Shouldn’t you be cooking?” He blurted, and then turned back around and pointed at Jeonghan’s legos. “And you are getting nowhere with this lego set.”
“Yeah, because you stole my building partner,” Jeonghan mumbled.
“Dating people isn’t something to be so worried about,” Minghao added from where he was sitting across the room. “And if you want advice on something like that isn’t y/n the worst person you could ask?”
Your eyebrows raised.
“What’s that supposed to mean?” You asked, turning to look at Minghao, a slight tinge of hurt leaking into your voice.
Minghao raised an eyebrow at you.
“Do I really have to elaborate?” He asked. He didn’t. You bit down on your bottom lip, and as you did so you felt Jeonghan’s hand creeping up on your back. His thumb drew some small circles on your back.
“It’s okay,” he assured. “Minghao doesn’t know anything about dating anyone either.”
He turned around and shot a look at Minghao who rolled his eyes and turned his attention back to his book.
“That’s exactly why I wanted to talk to you about it,” he said to you. “Because… You were scared but you got over it. How did you do that?”
That phrase echoed in your mind in a way that you were a bit embarrassed to admit. You got over it.
Had you gotten over it? You hadn’t been dating Jeonghan for long at all and even as long as you had been dating him it wasn’t like you were dating him…. You two weren’t doing anything different than you had been before.
This was your first time over at the frat house since you two had gotten together and what had you done? Stood in front of the door as if you had never been over there before in your life. Like an idiot. Like somebody who very much had not gotten over it.
Your silence was probably loud to Jeonghan, but it fell on deaf ears with Jun. His eyebrows furrowed at your silence, just waiting for you to go on. Jeonghan nudged you in the side with his shoulder and once again you were reminded of exactly how close you were to Jun. You gave him a small half-there smile and pulled back from Jun.
“You just have to give it a shot,” you replied. “No matter how scared you may feel that’s just… Normal. Pre-relationship jitters. It’s simple, isn’t it? She likes you… You like her. Just go for it.”
You thought your advice was pretty shotty, and you knew that it was almost word for word the advice that people had given you about Jeonghan, but despite all of that Jun nodded, satisfied by your response. Obviously, you had said the right thing.
Silence fell over everyone in the room again and you took the opportunity to scoot back closer to Jeonghan. Once you were close enough to him, Jeonghan let his head fall limp on your shoulder, his eyes still on the legos in his hands. He looked confused as he stared at the lego blocks for reasons you were unsure of.
He seemed… You weren’t really sure what it was but not like himself really. He was being much quieter than usual… Maybe it was just because he was around the others. You nudged him in the side lightly, making his head move a bit on your shoulder, just so that his chin was tilted a bit further up towards you.
“Do you need me to read the instructions out for you?” You asked. Jeonghan silently shook his head against you and his head returned itself to its former position. You were unsure of exactly what he wanted out of you. You hoped that wasn’t what this was always going to be like. You being completely unsure of his intentions or wishes.
It was awkward… Because the others were here but you decided that if Jeonghan wasn’t putting up a fuss about it, and the other boys didn’t care about the very public display of affection you weren’t going to say anything about it either.
Jeonghan started to silently put all of the pieces of the lego set together, shifting every once and a while to get closer to you, or to flip the page of his instruction manual. You weren’t sure exactly how much time passed before Seungcheol came back into the living room from his cooking in the kitchen, but you felt like it had been a while.
Jeonghan had managed to build a few of the walls of his creation, and you had honestly gotten lost in the feeling of having him right there next to you. He was so quiet and calm… His breathing so even. You simply weren’t used to this side of Jeonghan. You weren’t used to him just… Existing beside you.
Seungcheol caught your attention, an eyebrow quirking towards you in your position. It was funny how he was always able to read that about you. Read exactly how you felt about a certain situation. You sent Seungcheol a small smile, but there was panic in it.
How were you actually supposed to act around Jeonghan? You still hadn’t really figured that out.
He liked you for you.
Okay.
The you that he had seen.
You tried to think back over the things that he had seen you do.
He had seen you at parties, and in class, but what had he gathered from those moments? He rarely saw you outside of that. What about you had really caught his eye?
His speech to you in the shower echoed through your mind but even still it was hard to garner… Exactly what he saw in you.
“I don’t think I’m getting much of this done,” Jeonghan said with a sigh. You turned your gaze down towards him a bit more, inclined to just nod slightly. You didn’t think he was getting much done either.
“I can help you more if you want-”
He waved it off and pulled himself off of you.
“That’s okay. I can just finish it another time. He got up to his feet and for a moment you just sat there and watched him before you realized oh, he was leaving the room. You got up to your feet too, giving Seungcheol and Jun a nod of farewell as you followed Jeonghan up the stairs. He walked into his room, and sat down on the edge of his bed, leaving you to close the door behind the two of you.
A smile crossed Jeonghan’s lips.
“Are you not a huge fan of pda?” He asked you lightly. The question caught you off guard.
“What?”
“Well, I just noticed that when it’s just the two of us, I can do whatever I want… Kiss you, play around with you, you don’t really mind,” he commented. “At parties you don’t mind when my hands are all over you but when we’re in front of the boys…”
He trailed off, leaving you to just stand there in front of him with a red face. You decided after a few moments of embarrassing silence to walk over to him. Once again, he reached up to you and pulled you down towards him by your cheeks, pulling you into a deep kiss.
You melted under his touch, placing your hands on his shoulders for better purchase as he practically kissed the breath out of you. As he kissed you, his hands trailed down your cheeks to your neck, the thumbs of his fingers brushing at the roots of your hair as he palms pushed you closer to him, rendering you unable to pull away if you wanted to.
You didn’t mind that, you didn’t want to pull away.
After a few minutes Jeonghan finally pulled away from you to let you breathe, and you both panted as you looked at one another, eyes wide, bodies warm.
“What was that for?” You asked lightly. He just smiled.
“Just testing my theory,” he said lightly. He pulled back a bit, one of his hands raising to pinch your cheek. “You really do get embarrassed over the pda.”
You swatted his hand away from you and plopped yourself down next to him, dropping your face into his shoulder.
“No, I don’t,” you mumbled. He hummed.
“Right,” he agreed lightly. “You definitely don’t. Not even a little. Just like being emotionally vulnerable doesn’t embarrass you.”
You groaned, letting your eyes close in frustration. As you sat there with your head on his shoulder he reached around you, his fingers finding their way to your waist, his fingers dipping under your shirt.
“But you know what really doesn’t embarrass you?” He asked you softly. You glanced up at him, placing your chin on his shoulder, already able to recognize the dark look in his eyes. You swallowed hard and nodded once.
“Y-yes,” you mumbled. He hummed at your words, his fingers pinching your side.
“If you know so well you should show me,” he replied softly. “Show me exactly what you can do that proves that I don’t embarrass you. That you aren’t embarrassed of me.”
“You don’t embarrass me,” you insisted, pushing yourself off of Jeonghan.
“I don’t?” He asked. “Is that why you get so embarrassed when I’m touching you in front of the boys? Because you aren’t embarrassed of me?”
“I’m not-”
“Get undressed,” Jeonghan said, his voice lowering a bit. You swallowed but quickly got to your feet, beginning to pull your clothes off. You knew that recently you had been a brat when you were with Jeonghan, and today? You thought that you would really regret it if you kept up that behavior.
As soon as your last article of clothing fell to the floor Jeonghan was staring at you, leaning back on the palm of his hands.
His gaze may be dark, but there was admiration in his eyes regardless. A small smile graced his lips.
“You’re so perfect,” he mumbled softly. “Your body made just for me huh?”
Your face flushed red, and it made Jeonghan chide.
“There you go again you liar,” he chided. “Clearly being embarrassed because of me. And still you lie.”
“It’s just-” Obviously you were a little embarrassed. Standing there in front of him naked. He was just staring at you with seemingly no urge to do anything. God you really, really hoped that you two weren’t doing this again today. “Jeonghan please I can’t deal with the teasing today.”
He quirked his head a little so that you would come closer to him. You closed the distance between the two of you and he raised his arms, quirking an eyebrow at you. You knew what he was asking without having to hear him say it. You pushed his shirt up over his head and set it aside on the bed, before dropping down to your knees in front of him. You slid his clothes off until, like you, he was completely naked. You swallowed hard when you saw his already hard cock in front of you.
Had you forgotten how big it was? It was like every time you saw it was a brand-new reminder.
That’s not going to fit but it has fit before.
Jeonghan leaned forward, his hand coming to your chin and his thumb pressing to your bottom lip, you obediently opened your mouth, sucking the tip of his finger into your mouth. You were slapped, hard, a gasp ripping from your mouth at the touch, only to be met with a soothing hand on the cheek that he had just hit immediately after.
“Poor little thing, did that surprise you?” He asked you, a fake expression of concern on his face. You pressed your lips firmly together, not really sure what you should say in response to him. That earned you another slap, except on the opposite cheek. “I asked you a question.”
“It only surprised me a little bit,” you blurted out, your hands reaching for Jeonghan’s legs to keep yourself steady. He readjusted his weight a little, his hands threading into your hair.
“Only a little bit,” he said, his tone a little mocking. He pulled your head roughly up by the strands of your hair. You hissed in surprise. “What’s your safe word?”
A quick exclamation of your safe word and Jeonghan was letting go of your hair, but only a second later he had both hands on the side of your head, pushing you down onto his cock. He didn’t try to ease you down on it, and it was when your hands quickly grabbed at Jeonghan’s hips that you could feel the pent-up energy in his body. He wasn’t here to play coy today. He needed to just use you however he wanted to.
You urged yourself to breathe in through your nose as you choked around Jeonghan’s cock. He ignored your chokes in favor of holding your head still and thrusting his hips up into it. His moans were low, little praises leaving his mouth alongside them. His thrusts rough in a way that made spit dribble down your chin, but you didn’t even care. It didn’t bother you at all because all you could think about was how good it was going to feel when he came down your throat and then fucked you like a rag doll…
You tapped on Jeonghan’s thigh, and his grip loosened enough for you to pull off his cock. You gasped for air but that wasn’t why you had asked for a break.
“C-Can, I touch myself?” You stammered. Jeonghan’s light air of concern disappeared instantly, and instead it was replaced by one of pitied amusement.
“Oh, you poor little girl,” he said softly. “So turned on by me fucking your mouth that you need to touch your needy little pussy?”
You nodded, rubbing your thighs together in anticipation. The more time that passed… The more you thought about it, the more desperately you needed to touch yourself.
“Please Jeonghan,” you said lightly. He hummed, and his grip tightened around the sides of your head again, leading your lips back to his cock.
“Sure,” he agreed. “Go ahead.”
He went back to fucking your mouth just as roughly, but this time you let one of your hands snake down to your clit, the other wrapping around your breasts, pinching your tit. You whined as Jeonghan pummeled your mouth so hard you thought your jaw was going to hurt later, but no complaints would be heard from you even if you could vocalize them. It wasn’t long before you were fucking yourself on three fingers at the same speed as Jeonghan was fucking your face.
You could feel pleasure building in your stomach, but you knew that there was nothing you could do but avoid your clit and fight against the upcoming orgasm.
Luckily. You didn’t have to fight it for long. Without warning Jeonghan was coming down your throat. You tried your best to keep it all down, but he did that thing he liked to do to try and get you to misbehave. He pulled you off of his cock suddenly and you choked, but before you could lose it you coughed some of his cum out into the palm of your hands.
You tried to catch your breath, but Jeonghan grabbed your hand that had the spit up cum in it and pressed it against your face, smearing the cum all over your cheeks.
He sighed.
“Still can’t keep all of that cum down,” he said with a disappointed sigh. His thumbed prodded at your chin, and he seemed to admire the way your face looked after having fucked it. You could tell he wasn’t satisfied.
He slapped your cheek, causing you to stumble a little, your fingers digging into his legs. It was embarrassing how quickly that pain morphed into pleasure that went coiling through your body.
You hoped he didn’t hit you again solely because you genuinely thought you were going to come practically untouched if he did.
“Your face wasn’t red enough,” Jeognhan mumbled. He suddenly spit on your face, and before you could really react to it, he was dragging you up by your hair and shoving your face into the carpet of his floor. He slapped your ass until you were struggling to put it up in the air so that he could line himself up with your cunt and push into you.
His cock was already fully hard when he slid into you, and it cause a loud moan to erupt from the both of you. He repositioned himself so that he could press his foot to your cheek, pressing your face harder into the carpet.
“Shut up,” he mumbled and began to fuck you just as roughly as he had been before. Your whole body bounced with each thrust, and this angle would have been uncomfortable if it weren’t for the fact that Jeonghan was so literally using you.
You loved the dirty talk, you loved the teasing, you loved the torture he practically always put you through but the feeling of the carpet on your cheek, and the ball of his foot smushing your cheek made you feel like you genuinely meant nothing to him.
He didn’t care about your comfort, or your pleasure, he didn’t even want to hear your moans. He just wanted to fuck you, use you like a cum dump and move on.
You felt your body shaking and despite the way that your fingers were balled against the carpet to try and prevent yourself from doing this, you could feel yourself coming hard on Jeonghan’s cock. Jeonghan laughed in slight amusement as he felt your body shaking under him.
“God isn’t that embarrassing for you?” He chided. “Coming from sex like this? You’ll get off to just about anything.”
He didn’t say anything more before he was spilling his cum into your pussy. Again, no warning, and when your body twitched, an involuntary (and unwanted) jerk away from Jeonghan, he was pulling you back hard against him, forcing you to take every last drop.
It wasn’t until his cock had fully softened inside of you that he finally withdrew his foot, letting your body contort into a more natural shape. He let go of you and you crumbled to the floor in an exhausted heap, cum still on your face and dripping from your pussy.
For a second, you were reminded of your old partners in the way that Jeonghan seemed to have completely left you there.
But it was only a fleeting thought, a brief second before you felt Jeonghan’s body right next to you. He laid down on the floor next to you, holding a small washcloth that you wondered where he had gotten. He touched the cloth which felt cold against your very warm face.
You groaned as he began to clean the cum and spit off of your face, and you tried to swat him away because wasn’t this the worst part of it. You wondered what he saw when he looked at you after something like this. Did he see you as weak?
“Are you okay?” He mumbled softly. You let your eyes flutter shut, and you nodded silently.
“Was that, okay?” He asked. You had always wondered why he did this. Asked you all these questions after fucking you as if he hadn’t just given you the biggest orgasm and then you realized that maybe this came with what he had been talking about that one time…. Validation.
“I really liked it,” you said softly. You let your eyes flutter open so that he could see the honesty in them. “It felt so good to be used like that… Especially by someone that I trust.” Two more words hung silently in the air. Two words that you felt like you should add but… You didn’t.
“Good,” he murmured softly. “You did really good for me too. You held back an orgasm for so long, didn’t you?”
Your face flushed in embarrassment. Shame at having come without permission, but the shame didn’t last long. Jeonghan pressed a kiss to your lips.
“I love you,” he assured you softly. “Thanks for letting me use you like that. Now… Let’s get you cleaned up and ready to sleep, hm?”
Jeonghan leaned up and tried to get you to come up with him but, you stayed stubbornly in your heap of weak limbs on the floor.
“I’m tired,” you mumbled softly, ignoring the way that Jeonghan was nudging you, clearly trying to get you to get up a little but you still refused to move.
“Y/n, I don’t want to play this game,” Jeonghan said softly. You whined. “Seriously. You’ve got no excuse this time. After care.”
“This borders on abuse,” you mumbled even though it was quite literally the complete opposite of that. You peeked up at Jeonghan’s face and sighed, swinging your feet over the edge of the bed.
“And you’re so stupid when it comes to all of this,” Jeonghan replied. He took you by your forearm to help you to your feet and when you stumbled, he let out a small laugh, tapping your side.
“Hands up,” he said softly. You rolled your eyes but raised your arms so that he could slide a shirt over your head. He tugged it down tightly and sighed happily as he took you in.
“You in my clothes…” He sighed dreamily. “A sight I’ll never get tired of.”
You rolled your eyes.
“Then why’d you buy me all those clothes that one time? Waste of money if you ask me,” you murmured. He laughed again.
“I got legos out of that deal. That’s a win-win in my book,” he insisted. You rolled your eyes again at him.
“I can take a shower myself,” you commented pointedly.
“Okay,” Jeonghan agreed with a nod. “You want me to make you something to eat?”
Your mind flashed back to the last time Jeonghan had cooked for you.
“Define make.”
He rolled his eyes.
“A sandwich. I can’t mess up a sandwich now, can I?”
You supposed he was right about that. “Okay. I’ll come downstairs and join you after a shower.”
“Good.”
You went to step away from Jeonghan but before you could he grabbed your hand and pulled you back to him. He placed both of his hands on the side of your face and pressed a soft kiss to your forehead.
“I love you.”
You gave him a smile back, wondering if you could echo his words, but before you even got the chance he was walking out of the room.
Once you had showered, and Jeonghan had showered, and you two had eaten there was much discourse on whether or not you would stay the night.
“I have to get to class early tomorrow Jeonghan.”
“Okay? I’ll drive you. I want to have you close. At least if I can’t come over let me stay over with you.”
With that option being promptly knocked out of the air you found yourself laying right next to a reading Jeonghan, silence filling the air as the time ticked by. You were enjoying being there. Enjoying just spending time in his space.
But still it was giving yourself time to think.
You propped yourself up on your elbows, your eyebrows furrowing slightly.
“You know what I don’t even really know what kinks you’re into,” you said suddenly. Jeonghan glanced at you from where he was pulling a shirt on.
“Come on,” he said with a roll of his eyes. “You know that’s not true.”
“Not like…” You trailed off in frustration. “Obviously I know some of what you’re into but not like all of it.”
Jeonghan laughed.
“Okay, what else do you want to know?” He asked lightly.
“I want…” You trailed off and pulled out your phone until you got the website that you were looking for. You pressed it into his hands. He hummed in amusement at the site.
“Okay.”
It took him about thirty minutes, and in those thirty minutes you ended up playing on his phone. Something that didn’t bother him even a little bit.
“I don’t want to impede your privacy.”
“Impede all you want. I have no secrets from you.”
You narrowed your eyes at him slightly.
“So, you wouldn’t even mind if…”
He handed you his phone with his text messages open.
“Have a hay day.”
You hadn’t even really intended to go through his messages but none of the games on his phone really interested you. You were pretty deep in the Alpha Mu boys group chat when finally, Jeonghan was clearing his throat.
“Okay. Here are your results,” he said. He handed you your phone and you very quickly dropped his into his hands as well, desperate to see what the test had to say.
Dominant, obviously, masochist, brat tamer… Your eyebrow rose in surprise.
“You’re into bondage?” You asked. “Why don’t you ever tie me up?”
“For the same reason that you rarely see me be a brat tamer,” Jeonghan replied pointedly. “You’re a very good listener.”
As he spoke, he tapped the side of your face with a small smile.
“If I ask you to hold your hands up and for you not to touch, you will hold your hands up and you won’t touch.”
You nodded slowly, a small hum vibrating through your body.
“It’d be easier for me if you did tie me up every once in a while,” you mumbled softly. “Do you even know how hard it is to have the kind of self-control you want me to have?”
A satisfied smile crossed Jeonghan’s lips.
“But you have that self-control,” he said lightly. “And that’s part of why I love you.”
Your eyebrows furrowed just slightly in frustration but before you could say anything Jeonghan was shifting his weight, trapping you between his arms. A strand of his hair fell in his face, a small mischievous smile spread over his lips.
“But if being tied up is what you want…” He trailed off as one of his fingers stroked down your arm to your wrists. “I can make that happen.”
Your stupid face betrayed your emotions as always, turning a deep red.
“I-”
“But only if you wanted to, of course. I can plan it out and everything,” he said, pulling away from you. You took a deep breath that you hadn’t even realized you were holding. You nodded slowly and cleared your throat.
“Yeah, sure. Sounds like fun.”
“You know, if you want to do other things in the bedroom, I would be more than happy to fulfill those desires,” Jeonghan commented. “You don’t have to hide all your secret fantasies from me.”
Again, your face was burning. You laid down in his bed and pulled his covers up over you.
“I’m going to bed now,” you announced. Jeonghan laughed and his hand fell onto your head, giving you a solid few taps.
“Good night y/n. I love you.”
You pressed your lips together, your eyes staring into Jeonghan’s closet.
“Good night, Jeonghan.”
-
Your days with Jeonghan became like that. A pattern that you didn’t think you would ever grow tired of. Sometimes he came over, sometimes you went over to him.
It wasn’t like you two were inseparable. No, you spent time apart. You still studied with Yeongtae, and you mostly slept over at your place when you knew that Jeongyeon was going to be there. But the pattern of just… Spending time with Jeonghan was something you never realized that you would love so much.
Especially not when it came to attending parties.
“Today is the day, I can just feel it.”
You glanced at Yeongtae, your eyebrows raising skeptically as you tugged down your skirt a little bit.
“You’ve really gotta stop obsessing over-”
“Chaeryeong is here,” Yeongtae interrupted. He turned to you. “How do I look?”
You rolled your eyes and patted him on the cheek.
“You look fine,” you said. “If she doesn’t like you like this than… I don’t know Tae maybe you should just give up.”
Yeongtae gave you an annoyed expression and turned away from you without a word, disappearing into the crowd. You sighed and made your way through people until you finally spotted Jeonghan talking to a group of people that (of course) you didn’t recognize.
He didn’t really acknowledge you when you joined him at his side, but his conversation partners did, giving you a small nod of acknowledgement.
“I just don’t really know what I want to do with my linguistics degree,” one of the guys admitted with a shrug. “Sure, I got a minor in teaching English as a second language, but I didn’t need a linguistics degree to do that. It just feels like I would be wasting my degree.”
The talk of degrees intrigued you, in a way that you couldn’t even try to hide. You glanced at Jeonghan to gauge his possible reaction to the mention of this guys’ major wondering if they possibly shared one. You couldn’t tell by looking at his face. Did he suit a linguistics degree?
“That’s not necessarily true,” one of the girls in the conversation commented. “I mean, you would have a better concept of language structure than people without your major. Besides there’s other things you can do with it.”
“You could go into translation,” you piped up. Your class about the psychology of language having coincided a lot with the linguistic major you now had a few friends that were aspiring linguists. “That’s really good for those who are introverts.”
“Translation would be fun, I’m just not good enough at it to go into it,” the guy said with a sigh. “I know so many less languages than my linguistic peers. I feel like I don’t really fit in with them.”
“Oh.”
That was a good point. All the linguists that you knew were pretty fluent in at least three languages. Meanwhile, as far as you knew, that wasn’t the case with Jeonghan. You frowned, slightly frustrated. You had really thought you were getting somewhere with that.
“Well, I’m a history major, and I don’t really know what to do with my degree either,” the girl piped up. She looked at you. “I’m Jiheon by the way.”
“Oh, right,” the guy said. He reached out his hand. “Kibum.”
You smiled and went to take it but just as you did Jeonghan’s arm came to your waist, and he tugged you a little closer to him. He smiled.
“This is y/n,” he said. “My girlfriend.”
Kibum’s face flushed a little and he dropped his hand back to his side. Him and Jiheon shared a glance.
“It’s really nice to meet you,” Jiheon said. “We’ve heard a lot about you. Jeonghan really likes you.”
That seemed to make Jeonghan a little annoyed. His hand slid up under your shirt to your bare back. You hummed.
“I would hope my boyfriend likes me,” you jested lightly. “But you were saying. History major.”
Jiheon nodded.
“Right. I just… Didn’t really think about it going in you know? I love history… It just made sense to become a history major. But what do you even do with that? Teach? Am I going to be a deadbeat history teacher for the rest of my life?”
“Surely there’s more that you can do with it than just become a history teacher,” you said.
“Well.” She sighed and brushed her hair out of her eyes, dragging your attention to that. Her hair. Oh my god, she was beautiful. Wide bright eyes, with her black hair pulled back into a high ponytail with wispy bangs framing her face. Perfect skin. Large hoop earrings. One of the prettiest smiles you had ever seen in your life.
And her outfit? Low-waisted wide-legged jeans, and a tight black crop top. It was the perfect I tried but not that hard look and you were so envious of it.
“I could go into the legal world,” she replied. “Become a paralegal… Believe it or not.”
You hummed and gestured towards her.
“I mean, that’s a good idea,” you said. You bumped Jeonghan with your elbow. “Isn’t that a good idea?”
He gave you a weird look but nodded and smiled at Jiheon.
“Whatever you decide to do with your degree I’m sure it will work out. You’re very smart,” he commented. “And Kibum. Not a lot of languages. Don’t you know four?”
“Not fluently,” he replied, a small pout crossing his lips. Jeonghan rolled his eyes.
“Well, I’m a psychology major,” you commented. “Aiming to be a therapist.”
“Really?” Jiheon asked. “Have you ever thought about psychiatry?”
“In passing,” you replied with a nod. “I mean in a perfect world I could act as both, but I think that therapy is a better long-term solution to mental issues whereas obviously psychiatry can often be more short term.”
“But a faster short-term solution,” Jiheon pointed out. And she was smart too?
“Together a psychiatrist and I could solve a lot of issues for someone mentally ill,” you agreed. “We’ll see where the world takes me. If I don’t think I’m solving any issues I can always change my career.”
You hummed and then gestured to Jiheon.
“How do you two know Jeonghan?”
It was a struggle to ask if Jeonghan was a history major too. Did that suit him? You had never heard him talk about anything historical before.
“We met each other through… Oh who was it…” Jiheon murmured.
“Namjoon, I think,” Kibum said. “Didn’t he change his major like eight times before settling on public relations?”
Jiheon snapped.
“Yes, Namjoon!” She exclaimed. “He’s always throwing these wine parties specifically for socializing because… Public relations and we met there.”
“Wine parties…?” You echoed. Jiheon nodded.
“Who is going to say no to a good bottle of Moscato and a cheese platter?”
You laughed along with her and Kibum. Jeonghan still seemed a bit troubled. His fingers tickled at your back, practically begging you to inch closer to him. You ignored that, unable to imagine what exactly had bothered him about this conversation.
“So, I suppose you two don’t really know where the summer is going to take you?” You asked them conversationally.
“Actually, I am going to be interning at a law firm,” Jiheon commented. “Along with… Oh, Chayoung. Do you know Chayoung?”
“I know Chayoung,” Jeonghan replied with a nod. “Kibum, we met her at that mixer last semester?”
Kibum seemed stumped, as were you. How had you never met all these people that Jeonghan knew?
“Well, you know she’s in law school,” Jiheon continued. “We both got the internship… Thank god. I couldn’t imagine having to do it all alone.”
“I’m just taking a gap between school and work. I’m going to travel. Pick up some random jobs in different countries. Immerse myself in other cultures,” Kibum said.
You hummed, nodding.
You weren’t really sure what you were going to do after graduation honestly. Sure, you had always thought about it, but you didn’t know anything for sure. All you knew was that you didn’t want to stay here forever.
“Jeonghan used to have a pretty clear plan of what he wanted to do,” Jiheon commented. Her attention straying over to your boyfriend. “But from what I’ve heard you’ve changed a lot of your plans.”
A small, knowing smile was crossing her lips, and she teasingly flicked her thumb across his nose.
“All because you finally got the girl,” she said lightly. Your eyebrow rose slightly in surprise, but you tried to cover it with a laugh.
“We haven’t even talked about the future,” you replied. “We’ve only barely been dating.”
“Yeah, but hasn’t Jeonghan been in love with you since freshmen year?” Jiheon asked, her eyebrows raising knowingly. You tried not to look too surprised. You glanced at Jeonghan only to find that he was stunned. “He used to have this plan to… Oh what was it-”
“People change their career plans,” Jeonghan interrupted. “That’s just natural.”
“Yeah, but you did it because you want to fit y/n’s life plan as best as you can,” she replied. Again. Lightly, but confidently. “Do you even know how badly he wants to keep you?”
Jeonghan’s fingers were even more insistent on your back. You liked the touching, but you were a little focused on the conversation at hand.
“Jiheon has a scary talent for reading minds,” Kibum piped up. You gave him a skeptical expression.
“Reading minds?”
“I’m serious, how do you think she knows all that stuff about Jeonghan?”
“Just like I know that…” Jiheon trailed off and leaned close to you, her voice dropping a few degrees. “You haven’t told him you love him yet.”
Your eyes widened. All too telling. Even if you wanted to pretend that wasn’t true… Here it was. Written out all over your face. You glanced at Jeonghan, terrified that he had overheard even though, you were sure that he had noticed your avoidance of those choice three words. He looked a bit confused. No, confirmation that he had heard.
“Lucky guess,” you murmured. She shrugged knowingly, her ponytail falling back over her shoulder.
“Maybe,” she replied. “Or maybe I really do read minds.”
As she spoke, she wiggled her fingers and giggled as if it were all some huge joke. Luckily for you, Kibum was able to turn the conversation away from the topic of Jiheon reading minds and the future and after almost an hour of talking to them and Jeonghan fending off the attention of other girls he decided it was about time to retire back up to his room.
You forced him to stay downstairs a little bit longer so that you could say hi to all the other Alpha Mu boys and check in on Yeongtae who was fawning over a mostly unimpressed Chaeryeong like a puppy. You watched as Jeonghan changed out of his party clothes, looking to be a bit tired.
“Jiheon and Kibum were nice,” you said softly. He hummed his agreeance. “A history major and a linguistics major,” you pressed lightly. “Who all know a public relations major… Does that mean that I can take all of those out of consideration for your major?”
You laughed, and Jeonghan gave you an amused expression.
“Is that what you were thinking that whole time? While I was begging for your closeness. Desperate for your attention, you were worried about figuring out what my major is?”
Your face reddened just slightly.
“I should know these things about you,” you mumbled.
“You’ll figure it out,” Jeonghan said, again writing off your concerns. “Stop worrying so much.”
He rummaged through his things in his closet.
“I bought something for you actually,” he said. You sat so that your legs were swinging off of Jeonghan’s bed.
“Yeah?” You sort of hated when Jeonghan spoiled you. And you were going to say that, but your words died on your tongue when you saw exactly what Jeonghan was spoiling you with. A long strand of pink satin ribbon. You immediately pressed your lips together and tightened your legs.
You two were silent for a moment before you, without any real prompting said a soft I know my safe word. Jeonghan laughed.
“Satin ribbon isn’t really that good for bondage,” he said. He played with the material in his hands a little bit and after a few seconds of silence he raised an eyebrow at you. “Are you just going to sit there with your clothes on? Or are you going to be good and-”
You didn’t even let Jeonghan finish that before you were undressing and once you were naked and sitting on Jeonghan’s bed again he was talking.
“The satin will tighten and there can be some slippage if you struggle…” He trailed off as he approached you, running his hands lightly down your bare arms before resting on your wrists. He tugged you a bit so that your hands were in front of you on your lap and you stared at his face as he messed with the silk ribbon, tightening it around your wrists. “But I won’t have to worry about that with you, will I? Cause you’re so good for me?”
As he spoke, he leaned towards you, his warm breath teasing your lips. You felt your lip’s part a little in anticipation of a kiss but you fought it in you to close the distance between you two. You had a feeling that today you had a specific goal… Self-control.
Jeonghan’s hands slid down your body to your sides and he lightly ran his fingers up and down them. You whined, under the touch, but bite down on your bottom lip to try to keep the noise from coming out.
You could see the approval in Jeonghan’s eyes. He pulled away from you, and agonizingly slowly began to undress himself. You watched him eagerly. You were itching to touch him, but even if you wanted to you couldn’t.
You felt yourself tugging subconsciously at the restraints on your wrists, and just as Jeonghan said the satin got tighter. Jeonghan’s lips quirked upwards as he watched you. He dropped his last piece of clothing to the side and walked up to you, roughly gripping you by your hips and pulling you close to him. He smiled at you, placing a soft kiss to your lips as he stared at you.
“Do you like this so far?” He asked you. “You’re so completely helpless to me. Normally if you wanted to you could get away from me but I’ve got you all tied up now… You can’t do anything but let me use you.”
That statement sent warmth through your body, and a whine involuntarily escaped your lips.
“Oh, that’s what you like about this isn’t it?”
He pushed you back against his bed hard and sank down to his knees.
“You like being helpless to me,” he murmured, and his breath ghosted your clit. You openly whined again, not afraid to let your desperation show in a small wiggle of your hips. That earned you a sharp slap to your, thigh.
“Be. Good,” Jeonghan said sternly. He dipped forward again, his mouth pressing a small kiss to your clit. It made your whole body shiver, and you were expecting him to do something more but all he did was blow lightly on your clit.
“All mine to play with,” he said softly. “Do you think you could ever dom me, y/n?”
You were quiet for a little while, trying to figure out how to answer. He slapped your pussy and your whole body jumped.
“I-I don’t know,” you blurted out.
“The correct answer was that no. You couldn’t because you need me to tell you exactly what you want. You’re such a brainless slut that you can’t even think for yourself.”
Before you could confirm or negate his words (you weren’t sure which one you were supposed to do… God, he was right) Jeonghan had dove forward and began to suck at your clit.
You were already wet, soaked, dripping all over Jeonghan’s face. You could tell by the way he dipped his head lower, his tongue lewdly dipping inside of you, while one of his hands stretched your pussy lips out for him and his other hand pressed your pelvis down into the bed so that you couldn’t move.
You couldn’t help it, your upper body wiggled, and your arms thrashed a little, tugging at your restraints that only tightened as you moved your hands.
“God, you taste so fucking good,” Jeonghan mumbled in-between eating you out. He rested his cheek on your inner thigh as he peered up at you, pressing two fingers into you with ease. You mewled, still wiggling, desperate to be able to touch something but being completely unable to.
“This is entertaining,” Jeonghan commented, watching as your body twitched when he pressed his thumb to your clit. “Watching you so desperate to act up but being physically unable to.”
He groaned, turning his face into your thigh.
“And I’m so luckily… The only one who gets to be down here.”
He suddenly bit into your thigh, sucking a hickey into your skin there.
There were tears already running down your cheeks, but there was nothing you could do about them with your arms restrained.
Jeonghan pressed a soft kiss to the spot that he had left a mark on and pressed a third finger into you. He scissored the three fingers in and out of you.
“Always need to stretch you out a little before fucking you,” he replied. “Your poor little pussy can barely handle my cock.”
Jeonghan spit at your pussy and then slapped it hard, making your whole body jolt again. He got back up to his feet and grabbed you roughly by your wrists, tugging you across the bed so that your head was hanging off the side of it.
“But, let me get my dick wet before I break my pretty little toy.”
He shifted your tied up hands so that your fingers were by his thigh.
“Keep your hand there so you can tell me if you need me to stop,” he instructed. You barely got a: “yes sir” out before Jeonghan had plunged his cock down your throat. At first your jaw wasn’t wide enough, and you knew that because Jeonghan pulled his cock out of your mouth, slapped you hard and said: “Open up.” Before plunging his cock right back down into it.
You could feel his eyes on you as he pummeled his cock in and out of your mouth like it was your pussy. Groaning with every couching fit that he invoked but never stopping despite the coughs. He lowered one of his hands to your hair, and he tightly gripped the roots.
“Keep fucking moving…” He mumbled, threateningly, and then after going back to fucking your mouth he slapped at your breasts. You cried out at each hit, but the sound fell on mute ears as it was mostly muffled by Jeonghan’s cock down your throat.
Having him fuck your mouth at this angle was different for both of you. You felt like you could feel his cock stretching out your throat much more than you usually could when he fucked it. You were focusing hard on keeping your teeth off of his length.
And you could tell that he liked this angle better thanks to his small escapes of: “God your throat is so fucking tight.”
He fucked your mouth roughly just like that for only a few minutes before he, with no warning at all came down your throat. He pushed himself as far into you as he could, his balls resting against your forehead as his cock twitched the best it could inside of you.
He pulled his cock out of you before he was completely done, as always finding pleasure in the way you coughed up some of his cum, and the way that you twitched as he let the rest of his cum paint your face.
This time however he grabbed you by our cheeks, his fingers digging into them, forcing your mouth open. He leaned over and let a huge glob of spit drop into your mouth. He released your mouth, and you went to swallow it but before you could he was slapping you, and the spit was on your cheek.
He tutted in amusement.
“Stupid whore. So desperate to do good even though I never let you,” he murmured, the false sympathy sending warmth through your body.
“Wa-Wanna b-”
Before you could say anything more Jeonghan was dragging you off of his bed. You scrambled to keep yourself steady, as he dropped your back against his carpet. He kicked your thighs apart, and watched you wiggle on the ground, trying to get in the position he wanted you to be in. He hummed.
“You know what. Get up and crawl.”
Your eyes widened at the request… The order really but you instantly began to scramble and try to do what he wanted.
It was a struggle, but you were finally able to get on all fours like he wanted- Albeit not being very steady. Once you were up you looked up at Jeonghan, with your messy face and wide eyes and he reached behind you to slap your ass so hard that you fell on your face.
He laughed, a sadistic laugh that was so humiliating that it just made your pussy drip down your thighs. You finally got yourself back up and when you looked up at him, Jeonghan was right in front of you. His fingers ghosted just under your chin, and he smiled sweetly at you.
“Alright then. Crawl for me.”
He took a step back and tauntingly coaxed you forward, patting his knees lightly like you were a literal dog. You struggled forward, and every time you got close to him he was taking another step back.
“Go on then, you‘re walking like a bitch. Talk to me like one.”
Confusion riddled your body, and the hesitation it caused earned you a hard slap.
“I said, talk like a bitch.”
It was like a lightbulb went off in your head.
“Bark,” you said, your voice a little high. Jeonghan hummed, unamused.
“Bark like a bitch,” he reasserted. You barked again, and this time it must have been better because Jeonghan grabbed you by your hair and dragged you forward. He squished your mouth open again and forced his cock down your throat again.
You were so turned on now, it hurt, and you couldn’t help that even though the tears had stopped before they were rolling down your cheeks again. Jeonghan rolled his eyes at the display.
“You’re so fucking pathetic he mumbled.
He pulled you off of his cock again and you coughed for air and fought to steady yourself.
“Present yourself,” Jeonghan said.
You hesitated, looking up at him again with confused eyes.
“What is up with your hesitation?” He demanded. He grabbed you by your hair long enough to force your face into the carpet, and slapped your thighs so that your ass was higher in the air.
“Walk like a bitch, bark like a bitch, you’re going to take dick like a bitch.”
His fingers dipped between your folds, and you heard him tutting condescendingly.
“And your pussy is dripping… You’re a bitch in heat too huh?”
He didn’t wait for an answer. Instead, he pressed his hand to the back of your neck, your arms stretched out in front of you and still tied together- the restraints only having gotten tighter since you two had started since you just couldn’t stop struggling.
“I guess I’ll just have to breed you like a bitch in heat too.”
Jeonghan didn’t bother easing his cock into you. He pushed himself into you in one swift thrust. You screamed into the carpet but that didn’t make Jeonghan very happy.
“Bitches don’t scream,” he murmured. “Bitches bark.”
Tears soaked the carpet in front of you, but you barked weakly in response to his words. Jeonghan then begun to relentlessly fuck you.
He didn’t seem to care about your own pleasure, which made you, of course, even more turned on.
He fucked you so hard that if it hadn’t been for the way he was pressing you into the carpet you would be sliding around like crazy. Your hands couldn’t help but thrash against each other, trying so hard to grab at anything but being completely unable to.
Jeonghan’s first orgasm came suddenly, and he didn’t even hesitate as he fucked his cum hard into you. It dragged an orgasm out of you that you didn’t get punished for. In fact, he didn’t even acknowledge it. Instead, he just fucked you through it, ignoring the way that your body was shaking and convulsing under him.
Instead of speaking you tried to let out weak barks in between your moans, to show him that you weren’t completely mindless but when your second orgasm dragged a second orgasm from him, the barks just became combined with broken sobs of pleasure, and they really were mindless.
Another orgasm wracked through your body, and you were just vaguely aware of Jeonghan saying: “Such a good little bitch, getting full of my cum.” As he came inside of you one more time.
Your whole body was shaking when he came to a full stop inside of you. He wrapped his arm around your waist so that you could fall limp under him.
“Do you feel that?” Jeonghan asked you slightly. “Do you feel all that cum that your dirty cunt is letting drip out of you.”
He shook his head- You could feel it- and sighed. “Your body still isn’t trained enough for this. You’re still not a perfectly good girl, are you?”
You let out a sob, and pushed yourself up on your elbows, looking back at Jeonghan over your shoulder.
“N-No I’m g-good, s-so good,” you blurted out. “I-I took all your cum. I’ll try to keep it in.”
“But you’re not a good girl,” Jeonghan reminded you. He pulled his cock out of you, and you instinctively pushed your ass up, trying to prevent his cum from dripping from you but despite your efforts you could feel all three of his loads gushing out of you.
You cried a little into the carpet, but it felt so good, that you almost didn’t care. Jeonghan let you sit like that for only a few seconds before he was kneeling in front of you. He pressed his lips to your pussy and began to lap at it, eating his own cum out of you until it genuinely felt like he had cleaned all of it out of you.
You felt him turning you around so that he leaned you up, pressing your back against the bed. He got on your lap, his limp cock brushing your hand. He ducked his head a little and began to kiss you, letting you taste the combination of your cum and his on his tongue.
As he kissed you, he lowered his hands to your wrists, and slowly, carefully began to undo your restraints.
It was a bit of a struggle, but Jeonghan was able to undo the satin pretty quickly. He loosely wrapped it around your neck, using the ends to keep your face close to his. He kissed you until you were even. Breathing even, body not shaking, his fingers rubbing soothing circles into the spots that the satin had pressed too hard into your skin. He broke the kiss, letting the satin fall over your chest.
“Does it hurt?” he asked you softly. He raised one of your wrists to his mouth so that he could press soft kisses over the marks. You decided to be honest.
“A little,” you mumbled. “But it was worth it.”
“Yeah?”
He raised his eyes back up to yours, looking into them to see if he could detect anything in them that suggested you were lying. “Did I do anything you didn’t like?”
He asked you softly. You shook your head. Sure, your face and your wrists and your ass all burned, and your jaw was sore from how hard he had been fucking your mouth, and you could still feel his spit on your cheek mixed with his cum and your tears, but you felt so satisfied. So proud of yourself for being able to keep up.
“I liked all of it,” you murmured, and as you admitted it your voice dropped a little and so did your eyes. Jeonghan lightly raised your chin up so that you were looking at him again.
“You’re so silly,” he admonished lightly. “Nothing to be shy about. You did so good for me. Do you know that? You’re always such a good girl for me.”
Your eyes involuntarily teared up a little at that, and a few stray tears ran down your cheeks.
“I’m good for you,” you repeated like a whisper. Jeonghan nodded and kissed away your tears.
“You are always good for me,” he reassured. “And I love you, you know that?”
You nodded, keeping his gaze.
“What do you think?” He asked softly. “A bath or a shower?”
You groaned and dropped your head onto his shoulder.
“I hate you,” you mumbled, and it made him laugh.
“Come on, it’s not that bad,” he said softly. “We’ll get you nice and clean yeah? And you wanted to watch that show with me, didn’t you?”
Your eyebrows furrowed and you peeked up at him suspiciously.
“We get to watch a show?” You asked, surprised by how… Childish it sounded coming out of your mouth. Jeonghan nodded his confirmation.
“Of course,” he assured softly. “And I can go get us some food too. Mingyu made soup the other day.”
You frowned at him.
“Can you….” Your face was starting to burn again. “Take the bath with me.”
Jeonghan laughed softly and he nodded.
“Of course, I can, baby.”
He pressed a small kiss to your lips.
“You’re so good for me.”
After a warm and thorough bath, Jeonghan did as he promised, retrieving some of the best soup that you had ever had before, and settling next to you in his bed so that you two could watch the show you’d been wanting to watch with him for weeks.
You fell asleep partway through the second episode, with your head on his chest.
-
You dipped into the fridge as per Jeonghan’s request trying to locate the banana milk in question.
“You shouldn’t enable his banana milk addiction,” Minghao warned. You glanced back at him. “You know he’s lactose intolerant right?”
Your eyes widened and you turned to Jeonghan who had fixed Minghao under a death glare, when he looked at you however his angry expression disappeared as if it had never been there in the first place.
“I’m not lactose intolerant,” he said with a laugh. “Come on, who would you believe? Minghao or me?”
You pointed at Minghao without a second thought.
“Minghao,” you replied pointedly. To his credit he did look offended. A pout crossed his lips.
“This relationship is built on a foundation of trust-” You raised your eyebrows towards him, and he closed his mouth. “I’m not that lactose intolerant.”
You rolled your eyes but turned back into the fridge, grabbing two of the small cartons of the banana milk. You walked back over to the table and set one of the cartons in front of him. He smiled brightly, and reached up towards you, pulling you down to him by the back of your neck.
He pressed a kiss to your lips.
“See? This is why I love you,” he said softly. “You do whatever I want you to.”
You smiled against his lips, but you pulled away anyways, trying to hide it.
“So, you like me because I’m complacent?” You asked him. Jeonghan’s grip on you loosened and you sat back down next to him, your shoulder brushing against his.
“I do,” Jeonghan agreed. “I thought you knew that?”
“Just wondered if you would admit it in front of Minghao.”
“We all know why Jeonghan likes you and it isn’t because you’re complacent,” Minghao mumbled, and despite the expression on his face there was a twinge of amusement in the tone of his voice.
“Everyone knows why Jeonghan likes me…?” You repeated. You glanced at Jeonghan, who looked like he was tuning the both of you out. He had the small bendy straw of his milk in his mouth. “I doubt that.”
“He talks about you more than you think,” Minghao replied.
“You’re being annoying Minghao, she knows how much I like her.”
You did know, and honestly the expression on Jeonghan’s face was cute. Eyebrows furrowed in frustration, his fingers clutching the cartoon he was holding a bit too tight. Minghao rolled his eyes at Jeonghan.
“Fine, I’ll leave you two alone.”
Jeonghan didn’t say anything, his eyes stayed stuck on a spot on the table.
“Bye Minghao,” you said. He hummed as he slipped out of the room, leaving you two alone. You and Jeonghan sat for a few seconds in silence before you finally scooted towards him. You raised a hand to his face, his cheek so smooth under your touch.
“Jeonghan,” you coaxed softly, your thumb running over his cheek bone.
He hummed, keeping his eyes away from you, ignoring you. You sighed.
“Jeonghan,” you repeated. His eyes flickered to you so briefly before looking away again. “Jeonghan, why are you upset?”
“I’m not upset love,” he said, but you could tell that wasn’t true. You pouted just a bit.
“Yes, you are,” you pressed. You pressed at his face, trying to get him to look at you more insistently. He did, giving you a pressed smile.
“Why would I be upset?” He asked. Your gaze sharpened. He sighed. “He talks about you more than you think.”
Your eyebrows furrowed slightly.
“What?”
“More than you think,” Jeonghan repeated. “As if I don’t say it. The implication that you don’t know that I like you.”
“I’m sure he didn’t mean it like that,” you said softly. He sighed, again, looking away from you.
“They all think like that. Because I have always been so emotionally repressed they think that Yoon Jeonghan doesn’t know how to share affection.”
“You’re really good at showing affection,” you said, and you were being completely honest. “Well… After that whole lying about fucking others fiasco.”
Jeonghan gave you a distraught look.
“Okay, I’m kind of bad at showing affection, but you know that I love you.”
You nodded your confirmation.
“I know that you love me.”
He sighed and turned to look at you more straight on. He raised his hands to cup your face in the way that he liked to so much. His thumbs brushed over your cheekbones, and his eyes trailed over your features. Your cheeks reddened at the attention but you stayed silent regardless, letting him look at you.
You would never understand why but… It always comforted him.
After a few minutes he leaned forward and pressed a kiss to your lips. Not deepening it. Making it very chaste, smile against your lips as he did it.
“I never doubt that you love me,” you mumbled. Jeonghan pulled back, giving you a slightly skeptical look. “I don’t doubt it. I just… Don’t always understand it.”
Jeonghan hummed, and pulled away from you, glancing at his phone on the counter.
“I have a class to get to,” he said with a sigh. “Where do you want a ride to?”
“I want to get some walking in,” you replied. “I’ll see you on…” You trailed off. “Well. Soon?”
Jeonghan paused, frowning.
“…Soon?” He asked. You frowned back at him.
“I’m busy. I can’t keep spending every day with you.”
Now it was Jeonghan’s turn to look distraught.
“You’re leaving me?”
You rolled your eyes.
“Shut up,” you mumbled. “I just need a few days to study and things.”
“You can study with me.”
“Don’t you respect my space?” You asked him. He rolled his eyes. You both knew the answer to that.
Not really.
“I’ll see you on Friday.”
“Friday?” Jeonghan blurted. You rolled your eyes and stood up, leaning down to press a small kiss to Jeonghan’s forehead, mirroring what he would normally do with you.
“Distance makes the heart grow fonder you know?”
You knew that Jeonghan didn’t believe that. That he was very quality time.
But you needed to study a bit more, so you were going to have to focus on that. And you were a lot less distracted when you were studying without Jeonghan around.
-
Your attention to your homework was dragged away by the distinct sound of Jeonghan’s voice. Your eyebrows furrowed a bit as you looked across the library, seeing Jeonghan standing a few tables away with a backpack hanging off one of his shoulders. A smile flickered across your lips- Unwarranted- But it died when you realized who he was saying hi to.
It was some girl- Why was it always some girl?- And you could hear a giggle echo from her lips across the library. She was in an ungodly short skirt, with a tight crop top on and she looked so hot. It wasn’t fair.
You couldn’t hear their conversation, but you could see that Jeonghan was actually interested in it. Maybe he pretended not to be interested in conversations for your sake when he knew that you were there. He had a small smile on his lips talking to her. A cute smile. He looked so cute. She looked so happy. Stupid smile on both of their lips.
As Jeonghan spoke, he turned his head slightly, his hair brushing over his shoulder. You thought for a moment he was going to see you but just before his eyes fell on you, they darted back to the girl.
“Y/n, what are you looking at?”
You ripped your eyes away from Jeonghan. Briefly, in order to look at Yeongtae.
“My boyfriend,” you mumbled. You only added the next part because it was Yeongtae and he knew you didn’t mean it. “And his hot new girlfriend.”
Yeongtae glanced over his shoulder, following your eye line and sighed.
“Are you kidding me?” He asked bluntly. “Didn’t you ditch him today?”
You felt something uncomfortable brewing in your stomach and you knew you needed to look away.
“I didn’t ditch him,” you mumbled. “I just don’t get that much work done around him! It’s just a few days.”
“You ditched him,” Yeongtae repeated. “And now you’re jealous.” He waved his pencil through the air. “Toxic, toxic, toxic.”
You kicked Yeongtae from under the table, causing him to curse.
“You’re gonna fall another quiz if you keep acting like that.”
That shut Yeongtae up and allowed you to keep your eyes on Jeonghan.
You rubbed the balls of your feet against the floor, finally deciding that you couldn’t just watch him talk to her anymore but you obviously also couldn’t not watch. You pulled out your phone and typed out a quick text message: Studying is so uneventful.
You sent it before you could think over it too much.
You didn’t care if it wasn’t characteristic of you to say. You didn’t have the energy to think about something that felt more natural.
You watched Jeonghan immediately shift his body, attention still on the girl in front of him. He pulled his phone from his pocket, glancing at the screen for just a second. He gave the girl a serious look, one that you couldn’t really pinpoint the emotion of.
“One second, it’s my girlfriend.”
The acknowledgment of your existence was enough to have you breathing easy again, but the feeling of ease was ripped away from you when your phone started to vibrate in your hands. Your eyes widened and you immediately answered the phone, dropping your voice as much as you could so that Jeonghan wouldn’t be able to hear.
“Hey,” you said. “What- I can’t really talk right now, I’m-”
“You feel better now?” As Jeonghan spoke his head turned, his eyes falling to you. He had a large playful smile on his lips as the two of you made eye contact, making your face darken in embarrassment.
“I-”
Jeonghan’s laugh was so genuine. He dropped one of his hands to cover the microphone of the phone as if it would make you unable to hear him.
“That’s my girlfriend over there,” he clarified. His eyes only flickered away from you for a moment. He dropped his phone to his side saying a: “I’ll see you in class tomorrow.”
Before making his way over to you. You could hear the shuffling of his shirt against his phone as he walked over to you, and you held it to your face as if that would make this less humiliating. You looked down at your homework, your lips pressing together but you were only looking like that for a few moments before Jeonghan’s hand was on your chin and he was turning your face to his. He still had such a bright smile on his face.
“Did you think I didn’t know you were there?” He asked you lightly. “You are the very first thing I notice when I walk into a room.”
He willed your lips closer to his and then, before he could kiss you he pulled away from you completely, his hand dragging lightly along your back as he dragged the chair out next to you and took a seat beside you.
“Yeongtae,” he greeted.
“Hi,” Yeongtae said back. You buried your face in your hands, peeking out at Yeongtae between the spaces of your fingers. He gave you a very brief panicked look and then dropped his eyes back down to his own homework. You sighed, and turned your head to face Jeonghan who was looking down at the laptop that he had brought out of his backpack.
“You have class with her?” You asked him. You knew how it sounded but you really didn’t mean it that way. You were prying for the sake of more information about him, not for information about her. Jeonghan hummed.
“Yeah.”
He fell silent, making frustration bubble into your throat.
“What class?” You prodded.
“An ISS course, People and the Environment,” Jeonghan replied, and the ambiguity of it was driving you even crazier. People and the Environment? What did someone even learn in a class like that? ISS courses were required in basically every single major at the university. It didn’t narrow down anything at all.
“I guess it’s just one course huh,” you continued pressing. “Probably just met her.”
“No, we’ve had classes together every year,” Jeonghan negated. “We’re applying for the same internship this summer.”
Internship? Classes every year?
You could feel the jealousy building impossibly harder at the thoughts and it wasn’t even because Jeonghan was with that girl it was because she knew more about him than you did. Thoughts of them sitting next to each other in classes flooded your head. The unspoken bond that was surely between the two of them was something that you would never achieve with him yourself.
Yeah, Jeonghan loved you and you were dating him, but this girl knew him. And you didn’t.
“You’re applying for an internship this summer?” You asked softly. Jeonghan nodded again and he turned to you.
“I am,” he agreed. “But I’ll still be in town, you don’t have to worry about missing me.”
He was teasing you. Teasing you and it was about something that you weren’t even worried about.
“What’s the internship for?” You pressed but, Jeonghan’s smile only grew.
“Now, now, are you cheating?” He chided. “You’re trying to get my major out of me. You’ve just got to let these things happen.”
“But-” Before you could get anything out, Jeonghan’s hand was being pressed distractingly to your face.
“Let it happen naturally,” he murmured, ignoring your spluttering protests. You heard Yeongtae let out a snicker.
“It is natural,” you insisted. “You would just… Tell me what your internship is going to be, and I would figure out your major… Naturally.”
Jeonghan leaned close to you, his thumb flickering over your bottom lip.
“It will come naturally,” he assured you softly. His thumb slipped under your chin and he coaxed your face closer to his. Once his lips were close enough to yours, he gave you a chaste kiss, pulling back before he could give you anything of real substance. “Just as natural as I get to kiss you.”
Jeonghan smiled at you and gestured at your homework.
“Shouldn’t you get back to work? I didn’t come here to distract you.”
That brought up a whole different question: “Why did you come here?”
“Because you were here,” Jeonghan replied as if it were obvious. His gaze flickered back to yours, recognizing your confusion and he gestured off-handedly back at Yeongtae. “Yeongtae told me that you two were studying here.”
Your confusion only grew.
“When did you and Yeongtae start talking?” You asked. Jeonghan turned his attention back to his own work, his hand falling on your thigh as he scooted his chair closer to you.
“We just did. Sometime after you and I got together.”
You shot Yeongtae a half-glare and as soon as he caught sight of it his eyes were widening and he was zoning back into his work.
“I’m glad you two are getting along,” you said, turning back to face Jeonghan. He still wasn’t looking at you, but his thumb dragged a small circle into your thigh to prove that he was listening. “But it feels a bit like you’re plotting against me.”
Both boys ignored you. You sighed.
Fine.
You turned your attention back to your own work. Just the outline of a presentation you would have to do soon. You tapped your pencil in irritation against the table, your thoughts unable to turn away from your boyfriend next to you.
You pulled your laptop out, beginning to boot it up, and as you waited for it to let you log on you glanced over at Jeonghan. He seemed to be reading something, and he was scary focused. So focused that he didn’t even notice that you were staring.
A thought shot through your head, that if you looked at whatever paper Jeonghan was reading maybe you would be able to figure out what he was reading. And maybe that would give you some kind of indication as to what he was studying.
You pressed your lips together and turned your attention to his computer, trying to make it seem like you were still just watching your own. You tried to pick out the words on his screen but you couldn’t see. You tried to look better but just as you did Jeonghan was squeezing your side, and turning his computer screen.
“Stop reading my homework,” he chided. You groaned, your head falling onto Jeonghan’s shoulder.
“Jeonghan please just tell me what your major is,” you begged softly. “I’m never just going to figure it out, I’m not a figure it out kind of person I’m a you tell me and I remember it kind of person.”
“You’ve got to learn to be patient,” he chided you softly. “You’ll figure it out at some point.”
You didn’t move from where you were sitting a surely pouting at Jeonghan but all he did was swipe his thumb across your chin, press a small kiss to your lips, and smile at you.
“Get back to studying.”
-
“Alright, alright,” Yeongtae pressed as you two watched Jeonghan’s car disappear around the corner. “Let it out.”
“Let what out?” You asked him, shrugging your bag further up on your shoulder.
“It,” Yeongtae encouraged. You considered pretending that you didn’t know what he was talking about, but after only a few seconds you decided that you didn’t want to.
“I don’t know anything about him,” you blurted frustratedly. “Like, anything about him… At all.”
“That’s not true,” Yeongtae denied but you ignored him, waving your hands in the air wildly.
“I don’t know his major. I didn’t know he was lactose intolerant. I-”
“What are you expecting?” Yeongtae interrupted, even though he had been then one telling you to just let it out. “That you would just know everything about him?”
You pressed your lips together in frustration.
“Well-”
“You don’t just magically learn things about people,” Yeongtae mumbled. Your annoyance only built inside of you.
“Obviously I know that Yeongtae,” you replied. “It’s just… Why does everyone else know so much more about him then me?”
“Because they’ve known him longer,” Yeongtae pointed out.
“Not even just… That girl from his class, or the boys of Alpha Mu,” you argued back. “Ask anyone something random about him and I bet that they could name more than me.”
“Well…” Yeongtae sighed and rolled his eyes. “I mean… Yeah. He’s Yoon Jeonghan.”
Another starking reminder of the thing that you always forgot. There were a lot of people who were interested in Jeonghan. Not even just Jeonghan but all the boys of Alpha Mu. Especially now that you were really welcome over there all the time… It was easy to forget that Jeonghan wasn’t just Jeonghan.
He was Yoon Jeonghan.
You had tried to tell him that that was something that bothered you and even so in such a short amount of time you had forgotten.
You fell back against your chair, shoving the back of your head into the headrest.
“Yoon Jeonghan. I’m dating Yoon Jeonghan.”
-
You stood in front of Jeonghan’s class nervously, your fingers toying with the strands of your backpack.
This was humiliating. Really.
First, texting Seungcheol ahead of time to ask him what Jeonghan’s schedule was…. The: what could you possibly want that for? ㅋㅋ, made you want to scream into your pillow.
… You did in fact scream into your pillow over it.
But this too? You weren’t this kind of person. You didn’t go behind people’s backs and figure out their schedules. You didn’t surprise people out of the blue. You weren’t the person who did these things in relationships.
The door to the classroom popped open and students began to pour out of the classroom. You sucked in a deep breath, your head dipping slightly to try and avoid garnering too much attention to yourself. You realized quickly however that just seeing shoes wasn’t going to be super helpful in getting Jeonghan’s attention. You let your eyes trail back up and you noticed as Jeonghan slipped outside of the classroom. He was next to someone you didn’t recognize. A girl… Long hair. Not the same girl from the library.
You felt your fingernail pressing into the pad of your thumb, you were so nervous. You shouldn’t have just showed up. You should have texted him. You thought about just walking away but you shook it out of your head.
“Jeonghan,” you called, but it was so quiet. You could barely hear yourself. You cleared your throat. “Jeonghan.”
He was talking to the girl. He still didn’t seem able to hear you over his classmates. You sucked in a sharp breath and then, pulling on your backpack straps, you walked towards Jeonghan and his classmate.
You couldn’t hear what they were talking about… Unfortunate. Maybe it would give you a clue on what his major was.
“… but when he mentioned the problem on page 83 tha-”
“Y/n?” Jeonghan interrupted the conversation, his lips quirking up into a smile. You stopped walking, a smile flickering across your face as well as he changed the direction, he was walking so that he could come straight over to you. You lifted your head up a little as he came close to you so that it would be easy for him to press a small kiss to your lips- Which he did- and once he had pulled back, he was smiling even harder.
“What are you doing here?” He asked you, seeming to have completely forgotten about his classmate who… Just looked a little confused to see you there.
“I thought we could get lunch,” you replied slowly. Jeonghan gave you a small quirk of the eyebrow. You just glanced past him towards the door he had come out of. “What class are you coming from?”
“Wouldn’t you like to know,” Jeonghan replied lightly. “Is that why you’re really here? Trying to figure out what class I’m coming from?”
Your mouth gaped a little bit at the accusation, but it wasn’t completely untrue. You could have just texted him and met him at the school cafeteria or something. Your reaction was answer enough. He nodded and turned back over to the classmate he was with.
“I’ll catch you later,” he told her. “My girlfriend is going to take me to lunch.”
Your face flushed red a little as Jeonghan gestured for you to lead the way. You could feel a lot of eyes on you, and it made you swallow hard in embarrassment. Jeonghan smiled a little when he noticed your embarrassment. He walked up next to you, his shoulder brushing yours.
“Would you like it better if I held your hand?” He asked you teasingly.
You gave him an annoyed expression.
“Is that you projecting?” You asked him lightly. “Do you want to hold my hand?”
“There’s a lot of things that I want to do with you,” he replied, his voice dropping a little to a tone that you very much recognized. Your face flushed a little more but before you could respond, Jeonghan’s hand was finding yours. You thought it would be awkward, especially considering you weren’t expecting it, but Jeonghan’s hand slid easily into your hand.
Once your fingers intertwined, Jeonghan gave you a small squeeze and then swung your hands forward in a playful way.
“You know everyone is going to look at us and think-”
“Who is that girl with Jeonghan? He’s really playing the long con with her,” you offered up. He rolled his eyes.
“They’re going to understand the rumors about me dating someone,” he replied lightly. He tugged you closer to him, and bumped your shoulders. “You’re so beautiful… And perfect.”
You huffed softly, and looked away from him at the students you two were walking past. Surely enough they were looking at the two of you, whispering to one another. It made you want to rip your hand away from Jeonghan. All you could think about was all these people looking at you and Jeonghan. You almost forgot in a weird way that he was even there.
Suddenly, you felt your arm being pulled and you stumbled a little to a stop, turning over your shoulder to find that Jeonghan was pouting at you. Your thoughts of other people melted away, and confusion riddled across your face.
“What’s wrong?” You asked him. Your thoughts raced. “What did I do?”
“You’re thinking about everyone else so much you’re not thinking about me,” Jeonghan replied factually, even though, how could he know that? You frowned at him slightly, holding the space between you two for a little bit. Then when he didn’t budge you closed the distance between the two of you, giving him an apologetic expression.
“I’m just-”
Before you could respond Jeonghan was raising his hand to the back of your neck, pulling you closer to him so that he could drag you into a deep kiss. You wanted to be self-conscious in it, but it was hard to when Jeonghan’s thumb was rubbing small circles into the back of your neck.
When Jeonghan pulled away, his pout was gone, replaced by a smile and you knew he had gotten what he wanted.
“Don’t think about all these other people,” he said softly. “Think about me.”
You pressed your lips together because… If you didn’t you thought, you would try to kiss him again and nodded. Jeonghan stared at you for a few moments as if trying to decipher how you were feeling now but didn’t seem to find anything that bothered him.
He didn’t have to say it for you to hear him loud and clear: I love you.
You gave him a small smile.
“What do you want for lunch?”
-
Class had been frustrating so when you get out of class and saw that Jeonghan was leaning against the hallway wall, talking to some girl that you had never seen before. You didn’t even really care. You walked over to them, and smiled brightly at Jeonghan your boyfriend.
“You came to see me after class?” You asked him, the excitement in your voice undeniable. Jeonghan smiled and nodded.
“Yeongtae told me that you two weren’t studying today so I thought that we could spend some time together,” he replied. He took you by your wrists and pulled you close to him so that your chest pressed into his. He leaned forward a bit so that he could give you a chaste kiss to your lips. His thumbs rubbed your wrists comfortingly.
You thought in the back of your head that he should warn you before he just showed up at your class. After all, unlike Yeongtae you did have other friends but in this very moment, you didn’t care, you were more than happy to bid good bye to the girl he was talking to. No question on who it was and you were happy to walking with Jeonghan to his car.
And yet, you were only in his car for a few moments before Jeonghan felt the need to start to toy with you.
Jeonghan’s hand dipped beneath the waist band of your pants, his index finger finding your clit with ease. He toyed with it for a few moments.
“What’s your safe word?”
You blurted it, only then realizing that you had been very insistently holding your breath. Once Jeonghan heard your safe word his hand was sliding further down into your pants, his fingers meeting dampness.
A smile click of Jeonghan’s tongue both fulled you with embarrassment at having already been wet and pride. You knew that the feeling thrilled him even when he talked down to you for it.
“You’re such a little whore,” he mumbled softly. Before you could respond his fingers dipped inside of you, and your whole body arched into his chest. Your hand shot up and you grabbed hold of the handle on the ceiling, as your legs immediately spread for him.
“Are you really this shameless?” He asked you. “You’d let me fuck you anywhere wouldn’t you? In front of anyone?”
You whined in response, and it wasn’t a response, but Jeonghan didn’t really care.
“I need you to remind me again that you know your safe word,” Jeonghan said softly. His fingers didn’t still inside of you, but his tone confused you a bit. He never asked for souble confirmation that you knew your safe word. You frowned a bit but repeated your safe word.
“Okay,” he murmured. “I want you to unbuckle your seat belt and get my cock out. Licks. Not sucking. It’s the only time I’ll ever allow you to edge me.”
You nodded, and started to do as he wanted before he was even done. You two were now just driving very slowly down a small road towards your apartment. Sure there were some cars passing by and a few people on the side walk but you might as well have been sight seeing with the speed at which he was going. A car crash was the last thing that you were worried about.
“And I want you to pull your pants down to your knees and stick your ass in the air so that everyone can see while I finger your pretty pussy.”
You understood why he had wanted to make sure you really knew your safe word. You hesitated, your fingers wrapped around the base of his cock.
You weren’t that much of an exhibitionist… At least you hadn’t been before you started fucking Jeonghan. You thought to your other moments… Calling Yeongtae… Letting him fuck you in the store bathroom… Letting him fuck you against the window at the library.
With your ass in the air, and your mouth on his cock, it wasn’t like anyone would be able to see your face anyways.
Without much more thought you were finishing doing what he asked, pulling your pants down to your knees and pressing your lips to Jeonghan’s cock.
“Oh you really are such a slut,” Jeonghan murmured, but the praise in his voice was undeniable. “You’re so desperate to please that you really will do anything for me.”
Instead of responding you began to tentatively lick at Jeonghan’s slowly hardening cock. As you did that Jeonghan’s hand made it’s way over to your pussy, which was now dripping wetness down your thighs.
“You really like this don’t you?” Jeonghan observed, his fingers gathering the wetness. He then slathered his cock in your wetness so that you could see just how much there was. Your face flushed red but you went back to lapping at his cock, now able to taste your salty wetness as well.
Jeonghan’s fingers returned to your pussy, and this time he just plunged two of his fingers into your pussy. You whined, your fingers tightening around Jeonghan’s cock, as your head dipped forward a bit, small pants leaving your lips.
“I wish you could see how jealous everyone looks,” he commented lightly. “They’re all so jealous watching as I finger your pretty pussy. I know they wish that their fingers were buried inside of you instead of mine.”
Your face burned at the thought as Jeonghan’s car slowed to a stop. You glanced up and noticed that there was a stop light.
“I’m going to roll down the window so that everyone can hear you,” Jeonghan warned, waiting a few seconds for a protest. You gave none. You heard the distinct sound of Jeonghan’s window rolling down, and it was like you could feel eyes on you as Jeonghan began to curl his fingers inside of you to that spot that he knew drove you crazy.
“F-Fuck.”
You knew without having to be told that Jeonghan wanted you loud so you didn’t hold back the moans of pleasure, and you tried not to feel to embarrassed by the squelching sound of Jeonghan’s fingers sliding in and out of your soaked pussy.
The “show” didn’t last long ,and you never got to see how was watching if anyone was at all. You suddenly heard Jeonghan rolling up the window and his car started to roll forward again.
“You sound like a whore,” Jeonghan grumbled. Before more could be said, he reached up and buried his fingers into your hair, forcing your head down onto his cock.
You could as his whole cock was forced into your throat but no complaints were about to leave you. You could feel the pleasure at having done well curling in your stomach, you felt like you could come at any moment-
You felt Jeonghan’s car rolling to a stop and once the car jerked into a stop, his hand cracked hard against your ass. You gasped in surprise at the sudden touch only to be ripped right back off of his cock.
“In my lap. Now.”
You weren’t sure where you two were. An empty parking lot? It didn’t really matter. You obediently climbed into Jeonghan’s lap, and without doubling checking lined yourself up on Jeonghan’s cock. As you tried to get it in right, you accidentally rubbed his tip a few times between your folds which must’ve seemed like a tease because the second his tip had slid into your pussy he had pushed you all the way down onto him.
You cried out in surprise, a small stretch vibrating through your body that Jeonghan did not give you much time to adjust to. He grabbed your hips and began to forcefully raise you up and down the length of his cock. You whined, your body writhing in pleasure as all you could do was keep your face buried in his neck as he forced you up and down on his cock like you were some kind of sex doll.
“This is what you were made for,” he mumbled right beside your ear. “You were made for my cock. Made to be used by me for my own pleasure. And you like it don’t you? You like just being pummeled by my cock. Being stuffed full and used like your own pleasure doesn’t even matter.”
You nodded but Jeonghan was not satisfied by that. You were ripped back by your hair, and roughly slapped so that little tears sprouted at the corners of your eyes.
“I asked you a question you stupid slut. Are you even listening to what I say to you? Or is your small little brain unable to comprehend anything other than my cock filling you up?”
“I-I-“ You struggled to find your words but Jeonghan only started fucking you harder at that, purposely trying to make it more difficult for you. “Pl-please I-I- wanna-“
You weren’t able to get any straight words out and it earned you another slap which did not make it easier.
“I-I’m go-gonna-”
Jeonghan was spilling his cum into you without warning, seeming to find pleasure at your desperation to come along with your desperation to please him.
“Then why don’t you just do it and come like brainless slut you are?” Jeonghan suggested.
You were coming hard before you really knew it. Your whole body shook and you could have sworn that white flashed as your body fell limp against Jeonghan. His fingers loosened their tight grip on your lips, and you could his cock trapping his cum inside of you.
It was a little sweaty know in his car. Your shirt was sticking to you in a way that was a bit uncomfortable but, you didn’t pay it much thought.
“Y/n?”
You ignored Jeonghan, focusing on your breathing. You were so full. He felt so good. Your body was still shaking a little, surprised by how rough he had been so suddenly.
“Y/n.”
You peeled back enough so that you could hazily look at Jeonghan. He gave you a small smile and observed the expression on your face. After deeming it okay he began to press small kisses across it.
“You’re being really good baby,” he assured you lightly. “Always so good for me. You sure that was okay?”
You nodded distractedly, the exhaustion of the day finally hitting you.
Jeonghan laughed a little.
“Come on now, did I actually fuck you that good? You can’t get out a sentence?”
You forced yourself to focus on Jeonghan. You gave him a small smile.
“You always fuck me that good,” you replied. He let out a small laughed and patted you on the back of your head.
“Okay baby let’s get you home.”
Jeonghan was so annoying when it came to after care. He insisted on piggy backing you up to your apartment, and once you two were back he was drawing you a bath, searching your cabinets for sugar scrub and body butter.
He sat just outside of the bathtub, after laying you down into the warm soapy water. He was so focused on getting you clean too. Asking you off-handedly small things about your day as he rubbed the sugar scrub into your skin.
You stared at Jeonghan’s soft face as he lathered face soap into yours.
“Hey Jeonghan,” you mumbled softly. He hummed at you, distractedly. He wasn’t really listening. “Tell me that you love me again.”
His eyes flickered up to yours.
“I do,” he assured and his voice sounded so genuine. “I love you so much y/n.”
You smiled at him.
“Okay,” you whispered softly.
If Jeonghan was put off by the fact you didn’t say it back, he didn’t voice it.
“Do you want to do face masks?”
You had bought a couple of lego sets for Jeonghan to do while he was over at your place, and so after you two had both gotten cleaned and dressed, you two had ordered food and put facemasks on.
You watched him as he assembled the lego pieces and you thought idly that he was really good at building things.
“Can I have any hints at what your major is?” You asked, letting your voice drop to an octave that you thought might intice him to just tell you what you wanted to hear. He raised a skeptical eyebrow towards you.
“No,” he replied. The finality in his voice made you groan.
“This is unfair, won’t you tell me anything about yourself?” You asked him. “What about Kibum and Jiheon? Tell me more about them.”
Jeonghan thought over your request.
“Well, I will tell you that actually Jiheon and I are very close. She invites me to do a lot of things with her. I’m not really a part of her friend group but… I am.”
“Oh.”
That was good information actually. You nodded, pretending not to find the information that life changing.
“I think our food is here.”
-
Jiheon was a history major and so you knew that to casually bump into her all you had to do was camp outside of the history building bus stop. And of course, you had dragged Yeongtae with you.
“There are better ways to figure out things about Jeonghan.”
You mostly ignored him, your fingers drumming against the edge of your phone.
“This is going to work Yeongtae. Jeonghan said that he’s basically in her friend group if I can just get the chance to hang out with them then I will see a whole other side of him that he isn’t letting me see right now.”
“Yeah but this is a little psychiotic don’t you think?” He questioned. “Waiting for her outside of the-”
Before he could continue your eyes noticed a familiar ponytail in a crowd. Your eyes widened.
“Okay, okay game on.”
You two quickly changed your topic of conversation to one that was a little more fitting. Something about homework and classes that had frustrated you two. It was scary how natural it sounded.
“Oh my god, wait a second-“ Jiheon let out an excited sound and she bounced over to the two of you.
“Is that who I think it is? Mrs. Yoon.”
Your face flushed a dark red at being called such a thing and you immediately questioned if maybe you would have been better off if you had tried to target someone else. Maybe Cheol would be able to help you see the side of Jeonghan you hadn’t yet.
“Jiheon?” You replied, feigning surprise. “Oh, wow this is, uh-” You gestured towards Yeongtae, who dipped his head towards Jiheon. “This is Yeongtae.”
“Oh, Yeongtae,” Jiheon greeted softly. “I’ve seen you at a few parties.”
Now it was Yeongtae’s turn to turn red.
That Cheol idea was sounding more and more tempting… But you reminded yourself that he would probably see right through you and encourage you to just reach out to Jeonghan about all of this yourself. He’ll tell you when he wants to.
“I’m guessing Jeonghan told you about the friend group,” Jiheon said slightly, a smile on her face. “And you want to meet them so you can get to know Jeonghan better.”
Your mouth fell open in surprise at the accusation. Mostly at the accuracy of it. You fleetingly remembered what Kibum had said about her being able to practically read minds.
“Well,” Jiheon continued, not even waiting for you to continue. “You’re in lucky because we’re all going to the bar tonight and you and your friend Yeongtae are more than invited!”
Jiheon giggled and jumped up, wrapping her arm around your shoulders excitedly.
“It’ll be so much fun! Everyone has been begging to meet you ever since Jeonghan started prioritizing moping about you not being by his side 24/7 over hanging out with us.”
You felt a bit guilty but you didn’t have a super long time to think about it.
“Come on. We’re going to miss the bus.”
-
You’d never been to the bar that Jiheon ended up taking you and Yeongtae to but you found that you did like it. You were pleasantly surprised by the dark wood tables and floors that made it feel very home-y and the old pictures of groups of people that made this feel like a bar that really had been serving people since the 90s.
Jiheon took you and Yeongtae over to a table that housed a small group of students your age and quickly introduced you two to them- Most of them actually already knew Yeongate.
There was Yujin, Sunghoon, and of course Kibum. They all smiled at you, nursing cups of different colored drinks. Kibum and Sunghoon, amusingly enough, nursing very pink drinks.
“You’ve got to get me one of those,” Yeongtae said as soon as he took a seat next to Kibum. Sunghoon reached across Kibum to fist bump Yeongate.
“I can take you up to the bar to order one,” he replied. “It’s good to see you man.”
They both got right back up, and wandered over to the bar that was bathed in warm golden light.
“Do you drink much y/n?” Yujin asked. You thought about it silently for a few seconds.
“Not a lot,” you admitted. “But one drink doesn’t really hurt.”
Yujin got up.
“Let me grab you something… Hm… Fruity?”
You nodded with a small smile, and she disappeared to join the boys up at the bar. You slid down next where she had been and Jiheon slid in next to you.
“Kibum, it’s good to see you again.”
He gave you a smile.
“Yeah.”
He turned to Jiheon, a slightly confused expression on his face.
“I thought Jeonghan couldn’t come tonight?”
“He can’t,” she replied. There was an excited glint in her eyes, that seemed to stress Kibum out a little bit. He mumbled something under his breath in another language that you didn’t catch. Jiheon just arched an eyebrow at him.
“It’s not a big deal,” she assured.
After talking to Jeonghan’s friends for a few hours you were able to piece together a few things about Jeonghan. For one, even outside of Alpha Mu Jeonghan, really was treated like a king. In every story they told he got what he wanted, picked up any person that he looked at.
Most of all they said it was hard to keep track of him. One second he was there, the next… Well, they would have completely lost him, unsure of where he went until he just reappeared a few minutes later, no prompting of what he had been up to.
They almost always paid for him, apparently got him whatever he wanted. It was amusing to hear honestly. The way that everyone would cater to him.
“It’s like they always say,” Yujin stated.
“Jeonghan always gets what he wants,” the whole group parroted as if it had been rehearsed.
“I can’t believe he actually got you,” Sunghoon commented. “Jiheon always said that he liked you but… Well, no one believed her.”
“How…” The commented confused you. “How would Jiheon know that?”
“One time we were all at a party and you were there too and Jeonghan was completely different than usual,” Jiheon replied. “He kept glancing at you, urging the group closer to whoever you were talking to. So annoyed when you finally left…. It was easy to figure out that he liked you.”
“Jeonghan was so convincing though. He said he didn’t even know who you were,” Kibum commented. “Should’ve known better. Should’ve known to just trust Jiheon.”
Yujin looked at her very seriously.
“Your powers are nothing to mess with… You’re insane.”
Jiheon beamed with pride.
“Okay… You’ve got to tell me. Is it really that good?” Jiheon pressed lightly. Your eyes widened as she pushed forward a small glass. You glanced down into it but there was nothing but clear liquid. You raised an eyebrow at her.
“Vodka?” You asked. She frowned slightly.
“Water,” she replied with a point. “But I’m not talking about that. I’m talking about Jeonghan. Is he really that good in bed?”
Yujin gasped, sharply nudging Jiheon in the side.
“Jiheon?”
“What?” She asked innocently. “We were all thinking it.”
“We were not all thinking it,” Sunghoon insistently.
“Some of us have heard it,” Yeongtae replied just as miserably. Him and Sunghoon shared a horrified glance.
“You’ve never…” You trailed off, wondering if it was weird to assume that Jeonghan had fucked all the girls he was friends with.
“Oh god no,” Yujin said, her nose wrinkling slightly. “Our relationship with Jeonghan has never been like that. I think it’s different for him. Meeting people at parties versus in class.”
You hummed in thought.
What you had known of Jeonghan before, albeit not much, was just that he was very flirty. Touchy. When he saw someone… something that he liked then he was bound to show so in his gaze and his touches and all of the above.
And from what you had seen Jeonghan always got what he wanted. You knew that no girl had ever rejected him before. No, that would make news. And you were fairly certain that translated outside of girls and people… The boys at Alpha Mu seemed to always give him what he wanted.
You didn’t always do that for him. At the same time as you did always give him what he wanted, you also didn’t. You knew he would like it if you spent more time with him. You knew that you could do more to be a better girlfriend for him.
“Come on,” Jiheon urged excitedly, shaking your shoulder a little. “What’s it like? Is he big?”
Your face burned in embarrassment.
“I mean-”
“Now, now, now.” A hand came around your neck from behind, the touch light, his thumb in the little dip of your neck. You turned your head back, even though you didn’t really need to in order to know exactly who was standing there, touching you like they owned you. “Jiheon if you want to know so badly you could always just ask to see.”
Jiheon was not embarrassed at all at having been caught in the middle of this conversation.
“Jeonghan can I please see your cock.”
She batted her eyes innocently, in a way that made Sunghoon and Yujin snicker.
“Sure, as long as my pretty girlfriend says that it’s okay,” he said pleasantly. Both Jiheon and Jeonghan laughed at their own conversation and Jeonghan’s hand prodded you to look at him more. You turned so that were facing him, instantly taking him in.
His hair was falling in his face in a way that made you feel like you needed to fix it. He was wearing a loose button up and a pair of slacks. Your eyebrows furrowed slightly.
“Jeonghan, where are you coming from?”
He shrugged off-handedly.
“Partner-work,” he replied with a sigh. “And imagine my dismay, when I can’t find my girl friend anywhere to get the scent of…” His face turned soar. “Kimmie off of me.”
You could smell a faint scent of women’s perfume on his shirts, and it made a small ball build up in your throat. Before you could say anything, Jeonghan pressed a kiss to your lips and elbowed Jiheon lightly so that she would get out of the booth. She slid out and Jeonghan slid in next to you. A pout on his lips.
“All you do is sneak around behind my back to try and find out things about me,” he said softly. Your face burned at the accusation even though… Well, it was true. “You owe me.” He poked you and leaned closer. “You’re going to get punished for this.”
His voice was too quiet for anyone to hear, and luckily for you, you were able to keep your embarrassment mostly to yourself. As Jeonghan had spoken, Jiheon was pulling a chair up at the end of the table.
“And you just invited her? What have you all been talking about?”
“Wouldn’t you like to know,” Yujin said teasingly. “Maybe if you spent more time with us we wouldn’t have to resort to kidnapping your girlfriend.”
Jeonghan gave Yujin an annoyed looked and he glanced over at the two glasses in front of you. The water… The one with a little bit of a drink at the bottom. You felt ashamed for it but, he didn’t do anything that actually made you feel that way.
“Do you want another one?” He asked you softly. You were going to say no but… His voice was so genuine. So soft. You could feel that he just wanted to take care of you. You nodded. He smiled, and patted your head lightly.
“I’ll be right back.”
He slid out of the booth so that he could go to the bar and as soon as he was away Yujin was gasping and grabbing your arm.
“Look at you,” she said excitedly. “You really are Mrs. Yoon. He’s treating you like a queen. I bet he’d do anything for you.”
Her excitement was palpable.
“I told you,” Kibum said. “It’s like he’s someone completely different than we are used to when he is around her.”
“I didn’t know he had the capacity to care about someone,” Sunghoon said, and it sounded serious but the way the others laughed made it clear to you that it was a joke. When Jeonghan came back he rolled his eyes, setting the drink in front of you as if he could tell what they were talking about.
“Well, go on… Ask your questions.”
It bothered you the way he answered all of their questions about you two’s relationships but wouldn’t even tell you his major. You could tell that Yeongtae knew. You knew that Jeonghan could tell too, he was just pretending not to notice.
To quell your frustration his hand was on the back of your neck, his fingers playing with your hair as a way to ease you.
It did ease you, and as you were eased you were able to just sit and listen to the way that he interacted with them. He was very playful; his mood was light.
He still smelled lightly of that girl’s perfume.
-
You bid a quick greeting to the Alpha Mu boys in the living room as you made your way up to Jeonghan’s bedroom. It had been a few days since you met his friends at the bar, and despite Jeonghan’s insistence against it, Jiheon had urged you to come hang out again some other time.
And even though he told you a million times you shouldn’t hang out with her, when you asked for it Jeonghan gave you her phone number so that you could text her.
You thought about what the others had said. He was different around you. You wondered exactly what that meant. Everyone was always telling you how much he liked you… It was just weird. You sort of understood the outburst Jeonghan had after that conversation with Minghao. Everyone acted like he was bad at expressing his feelings.
But you thought he was really good at it.
When you walked into Jeonghan’s room he was at his desk, sketching something out on a paper. As soon as you closed the door behind you however he was folding the paper away. You sighed. It must have to do with school.
You walked over to Jeonghan and sighed, dropping your whole body weight on him. The day had been exhausting. What with work, and school. You were about ready to just fall asleep. Jeonghan seemed to sense that in you.
“Did you eat?” He asked.
You groaned, and it told him everything he needed to know.
“Well, you know full well you can’t sleep until you eat. I’ll get you something from downstairs,” he said lightly. “You just go ahead and change.”
Frustration still buzzed in your chest, but you nodded.
“Do you work tomorrow?” He asked you softly. He turned so that he could drag you into his lap. You let him give you a small kiss. You shook your head.
“Good,” he said. “Do you want to spend the day with me?”
You perked up at the question but also… It was suspicious.
“Doing what?” You asked him.
“I have this seminar I need to go to,” he replied. “And then I wanted to go see an old classmate maybe.”
This made you even more suspicious.
“… Why?”
A smile ghosted his lips.
“You remember that punishment that I mentioned the other day?”
He turned and rummaged around in one of his drawers before pulling out what you recognized to be a small sex toy. It was pale pink and had a small piece that was obviously meant to go inside of you. At the base of that it looked a bit like a butterfly. You frowned at it slightly.
“What…?”
Before you could ask more Jeonghan had pressed the item to your arm and was clicking a remote that was in his other hand. The toy buzzed to life, and your eyes widened with understanding.
“I think that’s a fitting punishment, don’t you?” He asked you lightly. “A full day of edging?”
There was an evil glint in his eyes that scared you just as much as the idea excited you.
-
The toy itself fit surprisingly comfortably inside of you. You thought that it would feel akward. You thought that you would be constantly uncomfortable but you weren’t really. At first you were worried that you were walking weird but you decided after he buzzed it on that the fear was solely in your head. Seungcheol didn’t seem to notice that the toy was vibrating or the way that your eyes widened and you grabbed Jeognhan’s free hand in surprise at the feeling, so that quelled your worries that people would be able to just hear it.
In the car ride on the way to Jeonghan’s seminar he showed you all of the settings of the vibrator. A few weird pulsing ones versus the three normal settings on any vibrater that was just increased in speeds. The highest vibration was a bit more than you were used to. You had to grab the car handle when he put it on it your face turning bright red, as you willed yourself not to really react. To practice,
Jeonghan had just laughed at you and switched off the toy.
“You know what to do if it’s too much?” He asked you, as if it were day one. You rolled your eyes.
“I’m supposed to just endure it and say nothing right?” You asked him. The toy buzzed to the highest setting in a blink of an eye. You yelped, tossing your hand over your mouth, your eyes screwing shut. “I’ll safe word if it’s too much. I’ll safe word.”
The toy died again, and you were suddenly able to breath. When you looked over at Jeonghan he was smiling.
“I think today is going to be a lot of fun.”
You were a bit excited about this seminar. Not because you wanted to sit through a seminar but because you thought maybe it would give some insight into Jeonghan’s major. Unfortunately, you were pretty sure that Jeonghan’s major had nothing to do with the history of South Korea and peaceful protests.
You toyed with the pamphlet that Jeonghan had given you, not reading it, but also not quite not reading it. Your eyes grazed over the letters, your whole body prepared for the vibrator in you to buzz to life at any moment.
Jeonghan seemed to know a lot of students here. You were surprised by the amount of them that just seemed… Well, professional you guessed. They were all dressed up with slacks and button-ups, but if you squinted you were pretty sure you had seen at least one of them doing a keg stand at one of the Alpha Mu parties.
“I can’t believe we have to do this class,” one of them grumbled with a roll of his eyes. He glanced at you from over Jeonghan’s shoulder. “At least some babes showed up.”
You didn’t have to see Jeonghan’s face to know that he sent the guy a glare. Only had to see the fear that crossed the guys eyes when he looked back at Jeonghan.
“That’s my girlfriend.”
The guy swallowed so hard his adams apple bobbed.
“She’s really pretty.”
He didn’t try to introduce himself to you, in fact for the rest of the seminar he did anything but look in your direction. Other than that guy, Jeonghan was excited to introduce you to people. As you two took your seats, far in the back, Jeonghan introduced you to just about everyone he passed.
“Yes, this is my girlfriend. Isn’t she perfect?”
You smiled, and laughed like a trophy wife would, secretly anticipating the buzz of the toy inside of you, but luckily you survived all the introductions. In fact, it was halfway through the seminar when, you were comfortable that the toy all of a sudden buzzed to life.
Your fingers crinkled the pamphlet in your hand, but Jeonghan, the masochist didn’t look at you at all. In fact, it was as if he hadn’t turned it on at all.
Well, fine, if he was going to be like that, you were going to be too.
You were determined to be good. You were determined not to let this affect you. You focused back in on the seminar, trying really hard to hear about the testimonies of some of the students but just as you were settled in, just as you were really focused back in the setting went up.
This time your hands balled on your thighs, and you had to focus on your breathing. Making sure that it stayed the same as it usually did even though… You couldn’t really remember what your breathing was normally like.
Jeonghan still wasn’t acknowledging you, so you were still doing your best to keep quiet too. You weren’t doing a very good job of acting completely unaffected. Your knees were squeezed tight together, your lips pressed, your eyebrows furrowed as you tried to situate yourself in the seat in a way that would make the vibrations less distracting.
The buzzing went up to the highest seating.
You let out a small gasp, making someone in front of you turn around and look at you. You gave them a smile and held up your phone as if you had just dropped it or something, until they turned around. Once they weren’t looking at you again, you dropped your phone into your lap and gripped at the arm rests, taking in big breaths as you felt the vibrations warming your body.
You could feel the warmth creeping up your neck as pleasure coiled in your stomach, an orgasm quickly approaching. You shifted, now subconsciously chasing the release that you knew was coming, and then just as you were about to get it- The vibrations completely stopped.
You let out a breath you didn’t know you were holding, feeling like you could cry, but remembering to keep it to yourself because you were in public.
You realized suddenly that your body was shaking, so you didn’t loosen your grip on the arm rests until it was down, and you were feeling less in pain for having your orgasm ripped away from you.
Once you had relaxed Jeonghan reached his hand over to you, placing it on your thigh, but closer to your knee then where you really wanted it. He leaned over, his lips brushing your ear.
“Good girl,” he praised softly. He played with you like that for the rest of the seminar. Everytime that you thought that you were safe the vibrations would start. They started off small, barely there, growing until you were so close to an orgasm that you could practically touch it, only for Jeonghan to rip it away from you just before you came.
Your frustration was palpable. You dropped your head on his shoulder, wrapping your fingers around his upper arm. You wanted so badly to come. You wanted so badly for this torture to end, but the day was just starting… And the excitement towards your reward for enduring it all was much to intriguing for you to possibly safe word and get out of this.
You didn’t even notice when the seminar let out, only knowing that it was time to go because people around you were starting to move. You didn’t feel Jeonghan moving so you didn’t either, and the cruel bastard turned on the low vibrations. You barely muffled a moan into his shoulder, fighting hard to keep quiet and hide how good it felt, but not being completely able to.
“Jeonghan? Hey! I didn’t even notice you,” a man said excitedly. Jeonghan shifted, forcing you to look up at the guy. You gave him a friendly smile, hoping that your red face wasn’t that off-putting.
“Hey! Oh, y/n this is Jae. Jae, this is my girlfriend y/n.”
The bastard.
“Hi Jae,” you said friendly. “It’s nice to meet you.”
He held out his hand to you, and you hesitated, glancing at Jeonghan before you took it. Jae laughed.
“You afraid to take another man’s hand without permission?”
The question annoyed you. The way he said it. You weren’t afraid to take his hand without permission. You were afraid that Jeonghan was going to turn up the vibrations the second that you took Jae’s hand. You gave Jae an unamused look.
“No,” was all you said and you stared at him until he dropped his hand and his cheeks dusted pink in embarrassment at what he had said. Jeonghan’s hand came to the back of your neck and rubbed a small circle there before falling into a small conversation with Jae about some class they were in together.
You were able to gather that they were the same major, but before you could figure out what exactly that major was the vibrations turned up. You stumbled slightly, your hand darting to Jeonghan’s wrist. You wrapped your fingers tightly around it, but managed to smile at Jae like nothing was wrong.
You thought you were doing a good job of pretend like you were paying attention to the conversation, but it was distracting as more and more people walked up.
“Hi, Jared, this is my girlfriend, y/n,” Jeonghan introduced. You smiled at him, taking his hand.
“Nice to me-” The vibrations switched up as you two shook hands and your grip on him tightened, your voice cracking. “-et you.”
Jared laughed as you two released your hands.
“You’ve got a strong handshake,” he said with a laugh. You forced a smile.
“I think that’s one of my best qualities.”
You weren’t too distracted to send a glare at Jae.
As the conversation turned away from you Jeonghan changed the vibration settings, off of the straight ones to one that buzzed twice rapidly, paused, and then let out a small long vibration before starting all over again.
You thought it was crueler than the other settings. You weren’t able to get comfortable at all with this one. You were constantly on edge. Constantly squeezing the life out of Jeonghan’s arm. You kept thinking that his conversation was going to end. Hoping really that the torture would cease with every lull in conversation.
But it just kept going.
You tugged at Jeonghan’s arm as pleasure coiled in your stomach. Fuck you couldn’t do this. You weren’t going to be able to just stand here for another five- Even one minute. If he kept this up you were going to come in front of all these people and it was going to be so unsatisfying and you needed to be fucked right now.
You tugged sharply at Jeonghan’s arm clearing your throat a little.
“Jeonghan,” you mumbled. He ignored you. You tugged at him again. “Jeonghan.” Your tone made him realize that you were a bit urgent. He looked down at you, a small smile when he saw the state you were in. “I’m hungry. Can we go?”
You thought that Jeonghan was going to be so sadistic as to make you beg for it in front of all his classmates, but he wasn’t.
“Of course, we can babe,” he promised you softly. You forced yourself to stay calm. Forced yourself not to react to strongly when he leaned down and gave you a soft kiss. You barely registered his goodbye’s to his classmates, instead you dragged him to the top floor, into the nearest family bathroom, locking the door behind you two.
“Please, please, please.” You begged thoughtlessly. Your fingers coming to his pants, and pulling out his cock. “N-Need some relief Jeonghan, need your cock, please, please, please.”
His cock was rock hard when you tugged it out of his pants, just confirmation that he had been enjoying your games the whole seminar. You were hoping that he was as desperate as you were. Thinking that surely his self-control wasn’t so good that he didn’t want to fuck you.
“Pl-Please fuck me Jeonghan,” you begged him softly, you tugged at his cock, your thumb teasing his tip, trying to entice him. He watched you silently, his face showing no indication of his thoughts.
“Turn around. Hands on the wall.”
Your hand left his cock so fast that you almost gave yourself whiplash. You shoved your hands against the wall, and stuck your ass out as Jeonghan pulled down your pants, peeling your soaked panties down to your ankles, and then slowly, teasingly easing the toy out of you.
Your pussy gaped, clenching on air at the last of the toy, and your soft moans turned into sobs of relief at the release of the vibrations. Only moments later Jeonghan’s hands were tightly gripping your hips, and the tip of his dick was sliding between your folds gathering wetness.
“Did you enjoy being played with during the seminar?” Jeonghan asked you teasingly. You whined, letting your forehead hit the wall. “You did a good job of pretending to be unaffected.”
Jeonghan’s cock slipped inside of you, and he bottomed out in you in an instant.
“God your pussy is just sucking me in,” he groaned. He pulled out slowly and then thrust back in hard. “You can’t get enough of my cock can you?”
“I can’t,” you openly sobbed. “I just needed you so badly… Your cock feels so much better than that stupid toy. I wanted to come so many times…”
You were being shameless, but you could tell by the squeeze of Jeonghan’s hands on your hips that he didn’t care. He wasn’t playing with your clit, or touching you in any other way than just to fuck you. His cock making squelching sounds because of how wet you were from the toy.
Without warning Jeonghan was coming inside of you, filling you up inside, and then pulling his cock so that just his tip was inside of you so that he could fill you up completely. You expected him to start playing with your clit now, or to start fucking you again, but instead he slipped his cock from you, immediately pushing his cum securely inside of you with that stupid toy.
You turned around, your eyes wide, your cheeks tear stained.
“J-Jeonghan,” you begged quietly. “B-But I-I-“
“I am not done playing with you,” Jeonghan said, grabbing you sternly by your chin. “This is a punishment remember? You don’t get to decide when it’s over.”
The unless you really need out, hung in the air, hidden behind his eyes. You knew you had an out. An easy out. There would be no shame in safe wording right now and getting to come. Your eyes fluttered shut and you groaned, letting your head fall into Jeonghan’s chest.
“Yes sir,” you mumbled. Jeonghan’s fingers threaded into your hair and he forced you to look up at him.
“What do you say?” He asked you. “I filled your needy cunt with cum and yet I’ve gotten nothing for it.”
You pouted just slightly.
“Thank you Jeonghan,” you said softly. Jeonghan smiled and patted your cheek consdescendingly.
“I shouldn’t have to teach you basic manners.”
He slapped your ass causing you to yelp.
“Now come on, I have to go meet up with my study partner.”
You partly understood why he had wanted you to come with him to see this particular study partner. The one he had mentioned before. You could recognize the scent of her perfume from his collar. She was practically shoving her breasts into his chest, hugging him excitedly when she saw him.
He looked uncomfortable.
You pushed between the two, giving her a smile.
“Hi. I’m Jeonghan’s girlfriend,” you said, your tone short. “How long is this going to take you exactly?
She hated you. She kept sending you glares, as you physically got inbetween them every time that the two got too close. You could feel Jeonghan’s relief everytime you separated them, but it didn’t stop Jeonghan from causing you torture. As they settled into the project the vibrations started all over again. Different then what it had been before. Just short bursts of vibrations in successions. Your fingers balled on the table, your breaths coming in shorter pants.
If his stupid partner thought it was odd, she didn’t say anything.
You wiggled in your chair, once again finding purchase in Jeonghan’s shoulder, unfortunately making it easier for him to figure out when you were about to come.
Always bringing you right up to the edge. And always ripping the orgasm right away from you. It was hell. Pure hell.
And with the cum inside of you, dribbling out around the toy everyonce in a while it just made the feeling that much more overwhelming.
But at least once he finished his project it would be over. Again you dragged him into the bathroom. Again you begged for him to fuck you, and he did. Right over the (thankfully) clean sink so that you were desperately gripping at the ceramic, trying to keep yourself steady.
Another full load of cum, and another securing of the toy immediately after.
Jeonghan kissed you patiently as he waited for your tears to stop rolling down your cheeks, his fingers threading soothingly through your hair.
“You’re so good for me,” he praised lightly. “You’re enduring so well.”
“We’re going home now?” You asked him softly. Another soft kiss to your cheek.
“We have to go catch some food with one of my classmates.”
You really heavily considered safe wording, but the anticipation of how good your orgasm was going to feel after all this teasing, once you had done good for him…
“Okay,” you said softly.
“What do you say?”
“Thank you Jeonghan.”
Jeonghan gave you a small pat to your head.
“That’s my good girl.”
The last and final part of Pathetic << linked right there
“J-Joshua—What are you doing?” you gasped, feeling his hands clutching your waist. Joshua rolled his eyes. His brown eyes peered down at you intimidatingly, hairs falling in his face before he spoke, “Don’t do that. I know you want this,” he rasped, wetting his lips before smirking.
pairing joshua x f!reader wc 3.2k tags childhood babysitter!joshua, non-idol au, dom!joshua, sub!reader, making out, ripping clothing, fingering, teasing, pussy slapping, unprotected sex, light degradation, biting, marking, light mention of blood, cumming on skin, aftercare warnings smut, alcohol consumption, cursing, age gap
a/n hello! it’s been a while! i wrote this a while ago for patreon but since i deactivated i figured i’d finally post it here! this fic is inspired by this picture I found on twitter.
bataed by the lovely @okiedokrie, @mylovesstuffs & @supi-wupi <3
You were already getting tipsy. The gin-infused cucumber you’d fished out of your empty glass almost tasted sweet, and you chose not to acknowledge how the ice cubes inside it had barely melted—a subtle giveaway of how fast you’d been drinking.
It was your aunt’s 60th birthday party, an extravagant celebration at some fancy rented estate located out of town. Well over a hundred people were attending, and you wondered if your aunt really knew all these people, most of whom were complete strangers to you.
Though some were your own family, or a couple of people you recognized by face—you still felt out of place.
You got up from the bar with a sigh, deciding to go look for your sister, despite her being glued at the hip with her lame boyfriend. You’d told yourself not to be their third wheel again, but the two didn’t seem to mind your company, and at this point you were desperate for someone familiar to talk to.
The air outside was noticeably cooler. You fixed your dress as you scanned the garden, the music from inside now thumping behind you. As you tried to find your sister you locked eyes with an oddly familiar looking person, your stomach dropping when you realised that you knew this man.
Joshua’s eyes widened momentarily before softening into a smile, the corners crinkling with warmth. His lips curled up as you blinked, dumbfounded, while he started to approach you.
“My gosh, is that you, y/n?” he asked when he got close enough, his head tilting a little as he smiled even harder, seemingly taking you in.
“Joshua Hong,” you smiled, and you caught yourself looking him up and down just a little too long. Had he always been this hot?
Joshua had babysat you and your sister when you were around eight years old. He was the same age as your older cousin, and your aunt had recommended the then teen to your parents.
Whenever he came around you were always excited, seeing the mischievous boy more as a brother figure rather than a figure of authority. You and your sister always saw through his spineless threats of sending you to bed early, provoking him until you got what you wanted from him: more snacks and no bedtime.
You felt a bit sorry for him now as the memories came rushing back to you, though Joshua had always been a good sport. He never seemed to mind you and your sister’s antics too much.
“I haven’t seen you in years,” Joshua shook his head in disbelief, his eyes never leaving your matured face. You simply hummed, the corner of your mouth lifting involuntarily as you ogled him.
He was wearing a white blouse, the cuffs rolled up to his elbows paired with stylish, dark jeans. Strands of his dark brown hair fell into his eyes, and those pretty lips…
“My gosh, you’ve grown so much since I last babysat you!” he leaned in a little before crossing his arms over his chest, his eyes getting smaller as he smiled sweetly. You watched the muscles of his arms strain against the fabric, not caring that you were basically undressing him with your eyes.
You needed to fuck Joshua Hong.
“Are you still as much of a menace as back then?” Joshua giggled obliviously, sighing as he relived a particular memory.
You wet your lips, grinning at him. “What do you think?” you cocked up a brow, making him laugh. He shook his head again, exhaling a long sigh. “I still remember you and your sister locking me out of the house,” Joshua smiled, amused. You chuckled at the memory he unlocked for you.
“You two were such little devils,” he added, sighing again.
If you wanted to succeed in fucking Joshua you had to remind him you weren’t just the cute kid he babysat anymore—you needed to show him.
“We really liked you, you know,” you told him, watching his eyes light up a little. You relished in the feeling you got when you noticed him almost getting shy at your words, baring his white teeth in an endearing way that sent your pulse racing.
“I liked you guys too,” he said sweetly, a honey-warm timbre softening his voice.
You smiled back at him before quickly glancing back at the house. Pouting, you met his eye again, reading him for a second before asking, “Do you want to have a drink with me, Joshua?”
The name rolled off your tongue easily, like it was second nature. Joshua excitedly nodded, quickly agreeing. “I would love to.” he beamed.
Joshua hid his surprise when you suddenly linked arms with him, figuring you were just being very kind to an old friend.
You felt like a predator hunting its prey as you led him inside, the rowdy mix of chatter and music a part of the scene as you closed in for the kill.
You discovered Joshua was a wine guy. As you sat together at the same bar you started your night he slowly sipped on a complimentary merlot, idly sloshing the red liquid around as you chatted.
Much like the velvety and fruity essence of his drink, Joshua proved to be the same soft-spoken yet mischievous guy you remembered him being. The conversation flowed easily—almost just as effortlessly as your fourth gin tonic of the night. Faux-innocuous, wandering eyes slowly turned to innocent touches—a playful shove, a teasing shoulder bump—all under the guise of a family friend simply catching up.
You knew you couldn’t make your move just yet—not with your families only a quick glance away. But once you had established that Joshua wasn’t opposed to… whatever he thought was happening, you were hoping to get away from any watchful, inquisitive eyes.
Evident from the newfound quirk tugging at Joshua’s lips, you knew it would only be natural to move to a more quiet spot. His broad frame had found yours now, shoulders brushing as you laughed together. He had this look in his eyes, wantonly ogling you just like you had the entire time. He wanted you too.
From inside you could see the sun was almost done setting, and after the decorative fairy lights hanging in the trees turned on and warmed up the spacious garden, you noticed you had finished your drink again. You straightened up, ready to continue your little plan.
But then—you didn’t even need to do that, as Joshua was well ahead of you. Surprisingly, but not quite.
“Do you want to walk outside for a bit?” Joshua cocked up his brow, setting down his equally empty glass.
You smiled at him, noticing the subtle maroon color that had started to appear on his cheeks.
“Fun,” you nodded, as if this was his own idea all along.
He offered his hand to help you down from the barstool, the warmth emitting off you a subtle hint of how much you wanted this.
You walked outside together, the cool night breeze making you conscious of just how much your skin had heated up in Joshua’s alluring presence.
“This is nice,” Joshua muttered, admiring the twinkling lights. You nodded, leisurely walking alongside him. It was noticeably less busy than before, more and more guests retreating inside to mingle or drunkenly dance to some Latin music the DJ had started playing.
“The location is really beautiful,” you hummed, your eyes falling on your sister and her boyfriend, who were laughing with some of your cousins on the other side of the garden carelessly.
Joshua slowed a little, making you look back at him.
“No—I mean this,” Joshua giggled. “Talking with you has been lovely,” he smiled at you, the two of you standing still now. You chuckled, watching him read you.
“I think so too, Joshua,” you told him, blinking slowly.
Joshua bit his lip, making you raise your eyebrows at him. He looked around for a moment, his eyes falling on a wooden garden house even farther away from anyone.
“Can I show you something?” he asked almost nervously, his glossy eyes gliding over your frame.
You almost smiled in amusement, but you chose not to. “You can’t show me here?” you asked, feigning innocence. You saw right through him, and now you wanted to play.
Joshua exhaled a slow breath, his jaw ticking. He shook his head. “No, cant here,” he said pointedly, fully aware of what you were doing now. He saw through you, too.
You pouted credulously, slowly nodding. “Okay,” your lips started curling up—quickly parting when he suddenly grabbed your wrist.
Joshua wordlessly led you to the freshly painted garden house, his free hand opening the door and entering inside. There were all kinds of tools inside, yet it wasn’t messy. Everything had its own spot, save for a pile of wood in the corner.
The man still gripping your wrist didn’t seem too interested in the interior of the garden house, pressing you into the door with his body as it clicked shut behind you.
“J-Joshua—What are you doing?” you gasped, feeling his hands clutching your waist.
Joshua rolled his eyes. His brown eyes peered down at you intimidatingly, hairs falling in his face before he spoke, “Don’t do that. I know you want this,” he rasped, wetting his lips before smirking.
Your stomach fluttered at his words. Now that—you didn’t expect. The sweet Joshua you knew wasn't like this. But you hadn’t seen Joshua since you were a kid, and you were more than liking this grown-up version of him.
“You think I didn’t notice how you’ve been teasing me the whole night?” he exhaled a breath in amusement, softly shaking his head. “Looking at me like you were, touching me like that,” he tsked, squeezing your plush skin.
You batted your eyelashes as if you had been clueless of how you’d been acting. “I didn’t do anything,” you told him, voice trembling just enough to make him laugh.
“Hmn, okay, y/n,” he mocked you, his face—his lips—so close to you it almost had you give in right there and then. But you were stubborn, and you were enjoying this way too much.
“Then I must’ve thought wrong. I’m sorry,” he smiled, letting go of you. There was still a hint of mischief in his eyes, but you were actually starting to worry about him leaving that you didn’t notice. He took a step back, and you frowned, eyes widening a little.
“No—I was just kidding,” it was your turn to grab his wrist now, and Joshua raised his eyebrows.
“Don’t go. I’m way more fun than the party.” you tugged him back to get him close again, but Joshua barely budged under your strength. “Are you now?” he smiled, and he cocked his head to the side.
You nodded. “Of course. Why else would you spend so much time with me?” you blinked, growing a bit bolder again. Joshua laughed, his eyes getting smaller.
“Yeah, you’re right. I don’t want to leave you just yet.” he agreed, finally inching closer to you again.
You inhaled a big breath when you felt his hands back on your sides, his firm chest pressing into your staggering one. You gulped. He gently lifted a hand, surprising you by pressing his thumb against your lips, swiping at your lipstick—or whatever was still left of it. It smudged on his skin, subtle blotches of red staining the pale digit.
“Be quiet,” Joshua whispered, using the same hand to tilt up your chin and finally meet your soft lips. You sighed against his mouth, the back of your head leaning back against the wooden panels as he kissed you hard.
Your hands found his shoulders, using the leverage to pull him even closer. You could taste raspberry when your tongue swiped his, savoring the sweet taste hungrily as you kept kissing. Joshua found the hem of your dress, warm fingers burning your skin even through the black stockings you were wearing.
He hiked up the dress, making you moan when he sucked on your bottom lip.
The sound of him ripping your stockings hit your ear before you could even process what he was doing, suppressing your gasp with his mouth as a smirk tugged at the corners of his lips.
“My stockings!” your eyebrows scrunched together as you whined, feeling his teeth start to nibble on your jaw after pulling back to scold him.
“Sorry,” Joshua chuckled. But he didn’t sound very sorry. “I’ll buy you new ones,” he added, as if the problem had been the price of new stockings rather than the fact you would be walking around your aunt’s party missing an item of clothing.
You didn’t reply to that, fixated on the feeling of Joshua kissing your neck as he tugged down your panties. His fingers found your slick pussy, rubbing your clit in a slow motion. You bit your lip before letting your head loll back.
“You’re so wet,” he said quietly as if he was only talking to himself. Joshua slid two of his fingers inside of your entrance, surprising you. You moaned feeling him move them inside of you—still slowly, like he was simply testing the waters before fully diving in. You sighed at the feeling, pleasure blooming inside of you.
A part of you knew this was wrong on so many levels, but you had always been reckless. And you wanted Joshua.
He picked up the pace, making you shudder against him as his thumb found your clit. A smirk tugged at his lips, pointed eyes watching you gasp and moan for him.
The quiet, low bass of the music coming from inside of the house seemed worlds away now, inconspicuous to the both of you as you got lost in the heat of the moment.
“God, Shua,” you gulped, opening your legs wider for him. Joshua chuckled at the nickname you had given him. He pressed a kiss to your lips, and you could feel his hard cock pressing into your thigh. The realization made you moan again, tightening around his two fingers fruitlessly.
“Stop, stop,” you weakly pushed his shoulder, watching him frown at your words. “Hm?” he slowed down, brown eyes gliding over your features. “What’s wrong?” he whispered, giving the corner of your mouth a soft peck.
“Just fuck me. Please?” you looked at him, his worried expression contorting into a smile as he took in your plea. He hummed softly, pulling out of your heat to open his silk dress pants.
He watched you as he pushed them down, dress hiked up and creasing, ripped black stockings hanging from your soft thighs. He thought you looked beautiful before. But now, you looked ravishing.
Joshua urged his boxers down, exposing his hard and leaking cock to you. His big hand encircled his length, spreading his pre-cum over himself while his other found the wall next to your warm body. “Hurry up,” you gulped, blinking when he cocked his brow at your words.
“You have a big mouth.” Joshua observed aloud, tsking at the entitled look you were giving him next.
He forced your thighs wider with his knee, making you gasp in surprise. He chuckled before closing the space between you again.
His lips were on you in an instant, almost demanding as he kissed you again. Roughly, having you grab his shoulders to anchor yourself.
He guided his wet cockhead to your puffy lips, slapping it against your cunt to make you mewl again. Your grip on his shirt tightened, feeling him inch closer to your burning core, pushing it against your entrance and slowly pushing inside. “Fuck,” you cursed, moaning against his mouth as he pushed in.
It burned deliciously as he stretched your pussy, your walls pulsing and gripping him like a vice. “S-slow down.” you pushed your forehead against his shoulder, breathing heavily to try to get used to his big cock.
“Is this really all you can take?” he mocked you condescendingly. You moaned loudly as he pushed in and bottomed out, amused at the sounds ripping from your throat. “Fuck you.” you breathed, your fingers shaking as you held onto him. “Fuck, Joshua,” you bit your lip in pleasure, whimpering when he pulled back to thrust right back inside.
“You’re so filthy, y/n,” Joshua sighed as he started to move. As if he wasn’t the one who brought you here in the first place.
You kissed him again, a mess of spit and teeth as your body grew ten times warmer. He felt so good, so thick and inviting as he kept moving.
The panels behind you started to shake as Joshua went faster, urging your thigh over his hip so he could go even deeper. The newfound pleasure echoed inside of the enclosed space, your moans and groans and breaths the least of your worries.
“Stay put,” Joshua mumbled against your lips, helping you hold up your thigh as it started to slide down from his rough thrusts. He squeezed your plush skin, sucking your bottom lip so hard you started to taste copper.
He moaned when you started to play with your throbbing clit, bucking your hips while you saw stars. “Fuck, Shua. Keep going, please.” you put your arm around his neck, pulling him even closer if that were even possible.
“Your pussy is so damn tight, baby,” Joshua groaned, twitching inside of you deliciously. “I’m gonna cum. Cum with me?” he asked you. You nodded wordlessly, throwing your head back in pleasure as you kept touching yourself as Joshua’s thrusts became sloppier.
He nipped on your neck, sucking on your skin as he fucked you dumb. A guttural moan left your lips, squeezing his shoulder as you came around his cock.
Your orgasm triggered Joshua’s, quickly pulling out of your warmth to release all over your thigh. “Shit,” he groaned, catching his breath against your neck.
He rubbed his cock to get out every last drop, sighing at the bliss that followed. Joshua kissed you before slowly peeling himself off you. He tucked himself back in and fixed his clothes before tending to you, failing to hide the chuckle coming out of him at the mess he’d left you.
“Sorry for ripping your pretty stockings.” He smiled without actually sounding too genuine. You tried to catch your breath still, watching him kneel before you to take off your heels. He took off the torn material carefully, using it to clean the mess from your thigh before tossing it aside and helping you put your shoes back on.
“It’s fine.” you said as he fixed your dress, smoothing the creases before fixing the tousled stands of your hair.
Joshua noticed the bruise he’d left on your lip, the subtle red lipstick that stained your chin, figuring there was no way he’d let you back to the party like this.
He wasn’t long done with you, anyway.
“Do you want to get out of here, pretty?” he carefully brushed your cheek, a sweet smile playing on his lips.
You smiled back at him, slowly nodding.
“We weren’t done catching up, were we?” you hummed, making him chuckle before nodding. You weren’t done with Joshua Hong by a long shot.
Warnings: male masturbation, alcohol mention, marriage kink (mainly outside of the bedroom), oral f. rec.
Jeonghan tests his limbs, finding them all awake and only slightly sore as he starts to wiggle out from beneath you. He’s not sure how long it’s been, the alarm clock on his side of the bed unplugged, but he does know it’s been at least ten minutes since you fell asleep. He’d waited to see if the situation would resolve itself but, unfortunately, he’s still fucking hard.
He’s not upset with himself, because who wouldn’t get turned on after two hours of making out with you, but it is rather annoying. Jeonghan really just wants to go to sleep but now he has to sneak off to the bathroom and jerk off with shitty hotel lotion while desperately hoping he doesn’t wake you up. At least he gets to think about you guilt free.
This will be the third time he’s jerked off with you on his mind. The first happened after you’d gotten to know each other but before you got close. There was a group beach day and once he saw what your clothes were hiding, he knew he was in trouble. He didn’t feel too bad about that one, just a little regret about getting off to the thought of someone he’d like to call a friend.
The second was tinged with shame, frantic and fast and messy, and he’d had to return to you and hope that you had no idea what he was doing. It was at one of your Best Friends Sleepovers and, embarrassingly enough, he got hard because you let him rest his head on your thighs. In his defense, you were wearing shorts and you’d showered earlier so you were all soft and you smelled so good and your thighs were so plush under his cheek. He couldn’t help the way his thoughts strayed to how they would feel around his head instead. Pressing up against his cheeks and ears, holding him against you, muting his hearing so all his other senses are focused only on you.
He can feel his dick throb in his boxers as he starts to picture it again, his hand sliding down his stomach and slipping underneath the elastic band to loosely wrap around his cock. He’s hoping that soon he won’t have to imagine, though he’ll wait as long as you need, especially after how long he’s kept you waiting for him.
Jeonghan lets out a relieved sigh when he emerges from the bathroom to find you sleeping soundly. He wiggles his way beneath your body, pulling your arm back to its place on his chest and brushing his thumb over your brow. He really must have worn you out tonight, but he just couldn’t help it. You unlocked something in him, the part he’d always kept packed up in a box and shoved in the back of his mind. The part that knew he could love you better than any of the people who wasted your time did. That part made him eager to prove himself, eager to show you exactly how he feels in the ways he knows best, though he only used one method last night. He’s got lots of ideas if you need a little more help believing him.
His head swims with images of you as he drifts off, real and imaginary blending together to form what feels like flashbulb memories. You, waking him up with kisses. You, moving the last box from your apartment into his. You, flashing your engagement ring at some loser trying to flirt with you. You, walking down the aisle to him, a vision in white. He wants it all and with his last conscious thought, sends out into the universe a wish that his dreams will become reality.
It’s a gorgeous day, and you’ve decided to spend most of it at the beach.
Jeonghan smears more sunscreen onto your back, the hot sun beating down and soaking into his skin as he lets his hands wander more than strictly necessary. It’s a luxury he can afford now, and the way you giggle when he slides his arms around you and pulls you into his chest only makes him feel richer. He’s been touchy with you all morning, holding your hand and cupping your cheek and pinching any part of you he can reach, but you don’t seem too bothered. In fact, you seem freer than he’s ever seen you, and it occurs to him that maybe the distance wasn’t because of something he’d done but because of your feelings for him. He still wishes you’d talked to him, but he can’t blame you for freaking out and pushing him away, not when he knows you have a tendency to ignore problems until they solve themselves or get so bad you have to deal with them.
This doesn’t fit neatly into either category but it doesn’t matter. All that matters is that Jeonghan knows you’re in love with him and you know Jeonghan is in love with you. He’d expected the dynamic to shift but it’s the same, if only more affectionate and flirtatious, and he can’t wait to see how your relationship develops now. He’s already gotten used to touching you more, obviously, but he wouldn’t mind getting used to kissing you, too.
He starts by turning you in his arms to lean in and plant one on you, the sweet little gasp you let out music to his ears. He’s lucky you’re fake honeymooning in a country known for romance or his fast-growing penchant for kissing you might get him in trouble.
It turns out his fast-growing penchant for kissing you has gotten him into trouble. Previously, he was able to walk down the street or eat gelato or sip wine without feeling the desire to press his lips to yours. Now, it’s all he can think about, all he wants to do. He wants to start every morning and end every night with a kiss, wants getting your mouth on his to be his new hobby, wants your lips to be the last pair his ever touch.
It’s very distracting, you’re very distracting, and he really is in trouble because this is the third time today he’s zoned out staring at your mouth while you talk. He should be listening to your words but instead he’s taking in the movement of your lips, the way they form around letters, letters that combine to make his name, and fuck, he loves how you say his name. Except this time it’s followed by a frown, and he doesn’t love that.
“Jeonghan? I’m not even going to ask if you’re listening because there’s no point, but I will remind you that you have to sleep next to me and I have very sharp elbows. Who knows where they could dig in the night?
“Baby, I love every part of you, even your insanely sharp elbows. Any bruises from them are just evidence that I get to share a bed with you,” Jeonghan attempts to sweet talk you. He can tell it’s almost working, but any cheesier and it might backfire on him so he’ll stand down for now.
Thankfully, you decide to forgive him and the day continues without any more transgressions or threats of elbows in the cover of darkness. You’d had more than enough sun at the beach and more than a wise amount of pasta at lunch, so you’ve decided to spend some time sipping cappuccinos in the piazza. It makes for amazing people watching, and Jeonghan can’t help but notice an elderly couple milling about, bickering in fast Italian as they peruse the market. Their tones are sharp but filled with begrudging affection, and it’s easy to tell how in love they are. He wonders how long they’ve been together, who confessed to who, or if they just knew somehow. He always wonders these things when he sees couples, but it means even more to him now that he has you. He hopes that one day, you and him will grow old and gray together and become the type of couple he wonders about.
He’s back to staring at your lips over dinner, not that you notice. You’re too busy looking at the bit of chest exposed by the four buttons he’d purposefully left undone, which definitely was not his plan at all, not even a little.
Okay, maybe it was, but he can’t be blamed if it’s effective! You’re just as susceptible to him as he is to you, and he’s honestly grateful because you’d be far too powerful otherwise. You already have near complete control over him, not that you know it, so he really can’t afford not to use his one advantage - his body. And use it he will, he thinks as he frees one more button when you turn your head. Maybe this will convince you to let him get all three of the desserts he’s got his eye on.
It at least helps him plead his case for the sixty euro bottle of red rather than the forty, and he thanks you with a lusty wink from across the table, his shirt gaping open at the neck and his collarbones glistening in the setting sun. He can see it all in the reflection of your sunglasses, wishes he could see your eyes instead but understands the necessity with the heat soaking into his dark hair. He loves eating outside, feeling the breeze and catching little bits of conversations as people wander about, but he is starting to get tired of just how hot Italy gets during this time of year.
He never wants to leave though, wants to stay here in this handmade heaven with you, where none of your friends are curious about why now and none of your parents are asking when they can expect to become grandparents and nobody is asking when he’ll put a ring on that finger because he already has. Maybe that’s the main reason he doesn’t want to leave, he doesn’t want to return to a reality where you’re not his wife and he’s not your husband. It’s easily rectified, but the difficult part will come in convincing you. He knows he’s got you with the shirt, but proposing marriage is a bit more serious than trying for a more expensive bottle of wine.
Either way, he’s willing to give it a shot.
The walk back to the hotel is rife with tension. The cobblestone streets are still sunwarm even as businesses slowly shut their doors, and though the piazza is vibrant with citizens, it feels like you’re the only two people in the world.
It feels just like it did last night, heated and magnetic, your bodies drawing closer together with each step forward. Soon enough, he’s got his arm slung low around your waist and your gaze caught on him like he’d hung the moon just for you. Now, he knows that he would, knows he’d climb up into the sky and pluck however many stars you wanted, all you’d have to do is ask.
You never would, you’re far too selfless of a person to covet a source of beauty just for yourself, which Jeonghan is thankful for because he’s far too lazy to figure out how to get into space. He would, however, devote the rest of his life to studying teleportation if it meant he could get you back to the hotel faster. The anticipation is burning him up inside, searing his throat and flooding down into his stomach, scorching all of his edges like wildfire, and fuck, is he getting hard?
He’s totally getting hard, and there’s still at least five minutes left of this walk. Releasing your waist, he untucks his shirt and loosens a couple buttons on either end so the flowing fabric can cover any rising embarrassment. It’s simultaneously infuriating and the hottest thing on the planet that you can undo him like this.
The situation only gets worse when you cross the lobby together to calls of, “Buona sera, Signora e Signore Yoon!”
Hearing other people call you by his name does something to him, something that makes him grab your hand and make a beeline for the elevators, something that makes him smash the door close button even as another couple approaches, something that makes him turn and back you into the corner of the elevator, his hands on your hips and his lips centimeters from yours.
“Is this okay?” Jeonghan whispers, gravitating closer and closer to you as your eyes slip shut. You breathe, “Yes,” into his lips and he’s gone, pressing his mouth to yours in a kiss so deep it’s like he’s trying to swallow you whole. He supposes he is, wants to drink you up and dress you down and spread you out, and the ding of the elevator reminds him he can do none of those things until he’s got you in the room. He’s speed walking through the doors before they even fully open, tugging you along behind him and bouncing impatiently on his toes as he digs through his pocket for the room key.
The lock turns with a click and Jeonghan all but shoves you over the threshold, backing you further and further into the suite until your knees hit the sofa. You collapse down onto the cushions and he follows you, climbing up to hover above you on his hands and knees. His hair brushes your forehead and he knows you can see all the way down his shirt, but he likes it. Loves it, really. Being this close to you.
“Let me go down on you?” He asks (begs) in between kisses, not breaking from your lips long enough for you to give him an answer. You nod instead when it’s evident he won’t let up, shivers running down his back when you sink your fingers into his hair and pull him away from you by the handful. He’s about to whine but he figures out it’s just so you can suck some marks into his neck, and Jeonghan certainly isn’t going to complain about you wanting to leave something of yourself behind on him.
He does have to stop you when he gets too hard to think clearly, his head spinning and his hands shaking as he gently pushes you back into the couch. He doesn’t want to get his shirt all messy so he hauls it over his head, just enough of the buttons undone to let him yank it off. Your hands rise immediately to lay on his stomach, the hidden ridges of his abs flexing under your palms before he takes both of your wrists in hand and presses them above your head.
“Keep those there, yeah?” Jeonghan requests, his mouth open and his eyebrow quirked as he nearly pants the words out. He’s not used to doing this much physical activity but he’s ready to get used to it with you, even if the journey is a little embarrassing. Thankfully, he doesn’t think you notice his heavy breathing, focused as you are on the faint trail of hair that leads from his belly button into his trousers.
He makes a show of unbuttoning them, reaching inside and giving himself a quick tug before dropping onto his elbows to kiss his way down your neck. You wiggle out of your dress and bra, suddenly exposing so much of your skin, and Jeonghan can’t choke back the moan that arises when he finally gets his mouth on you. You taste exquisite, so sweet with just the barest hint of saltiness from the sea, and the feeling of you is even better. You’re blissfully soft under his hands, goosebumps following his fingertips and his tongue following them, and he knows he’ll never get enough of you. He’ll be happy to die trying though, he thinks as he lavs his tongue over your nipple and watches your flesh pebble, even the smallest of your reactions fascinating to him.
He wants to cover every square inch of your torso in kisses but he’s getting a bit impatient so he works his lips down your stomach and looks up when he hits the barrier of your underwear. “Off, take them off,” you whisper when he doesn’t say anything, groaning and pushing at them when he doesn’t do anything either. He giggles, squeezing your wrists and returning them to their place above your head before pulling your panties down and pushing your thighs apart. He has to lie down when he sees you for the first time, has to rest his head against your plush thigh and just take you in, his brain muddled and his tongue almost itching to taste you.
There’s no reason for him to wait, so he doesn’t. He dives in, licking your folds apart and guiding your wetness from your entrance up to your clit so he can get a better glide going. He fucking loves this already, loves the noises coming from your mouth and your pussy, loves the taste of you on his lips and the feel of you under his tongue, loves the way you can’t seem to stay still, your hips bucking and rolling until he belts his arms over you. He wants you to move but not so much he can’t get at you like he wants, like he needs. Holding you down seems to make you wetter too, so it’s a win-win situation.
You’re so slippery, it’s easy for him to wind his tongue in circles around your clit and start to build you up. This may be the first time he’s been with you like this but it doesn’t feel like it, it feels like he knows you inside and out, like he could pull you apart with a twist of his fingers, and maybe he could but he’ll stick to his tongue for now. It’s like a little challenge, and Jeonghan wouldn’t be Jeonghan if he didn’t make everything a game.
At least in this one, there won’t be a loser. You’ll get to cum and Jeonghan will get to make you cum, and he can always use his fingers if you want to go again, so this is one of the rare times everyone wins. He’s definitely winning, his tongue swirling around your clit and his chin growing wet with you. You’re getting closer and closer, your whines and moans melting into each other until they become one continuous sound, broken up only by your gasps for breath. Your thighs twitch against his cheeks and his mind flashes back to last night, to all those nights ago when he’d thought about exactly this, and suddenly, he needs your hands on him.
“Changed my mind, baby, touch me,” Jeonghan exhales into you, stopping the movements of his mouth until your fingers sink into his hair and he can breathe again. He sucks your clit between his lips and shakes his head, the noises obscene but hot as all fuck as he licks and nibbles you into an orgasm. He wishes he could bottle up your sounds and your slick, but he can keep neither so he just soaks in your moans and laps up your wetness for as long as he can. Eventually, you curl up and push him away, heaving a sigh and letting your damp lashes flutter closed as he presses a kiss to your belly and helps you hobble to the bedroom.
He’s still hard but that can wait until you’re all settled in with a glass of water and the most essential components of your skincare routine. Maybe this time, it'll go away.
artwork is made by fairydropart on tumblr and insta. not tagging directly bc I don't want to traumatise them with smut so ... I hope this is okay for a credit ..
⋆˚࿔| synopsis upon foraging for mushrooms to study, you awakened a sleeping deity by accident. It confuses you why he's so clingy and polite, maybe mushrooms are as pictured in media to be cute and fluffy? Now, you're suffering because of your new, basically velcro roomate. He also made sure to take care of you in multiple ways, providing to knowledge about his kind, and also giving you "mushrooms" in one way or another.
⋆˚࿔| warnings nsfw. bad mushroom puns (basically dick jokes), shua is clingy, this is basically just an excuse to write about my man. shua is over 1500 years old, but appears to be in his mid twenties, he's also just...shua being shua. Blowjob. Face sitting. Unprotected sex (sheath your spores before you explore, get it?). usage of "drugs" it's basically some mushroom spores that acts as an aphrodisiac. softdom shua 🩷
⋆˚࿔| wc 8.4k
note: hey so believe it or not I caught a fever. But before sleeping I watched this video and I guess it stuck with me bc I had a dream I met some kind of mushroom god and made me go psychedelic mode. This is very unrealistic considering where I live... Everything here will kill you for looking at it wrong and I think there are several cases of people dying from foraging mushrooms (gotta love satan's jungle gym). again, do not forage unless you're very sure of what you're doing I reccomend this Instagram page for um, knowledge about foraging I have been following them for a year or two... Always check with local laws about um...foraging? I guess? But best if you just ..don't. Or talk to a professional... I wrote this through a fever so if it looks shit my bad. I accidentally posted this TWICE if U saw it no U didn't I'll never get used to Tumblr posting system I'll shut up now happy reading folks
Apparently, getting dirty is part of your degree now. But really, there’s not much room to complain as foraging for mushrooms had become a part of your weekend activity.
Lucky for you, living in an apartment situated near the city and with a small patch of forest, with a river running through it is more than perfect to find samples. It’s more of a parkland, really. Blending seamlessly into a small forested area. The conditions for mushroom growth were more than ideal; further along the park where people tend to walk their dogs, is a small forested area that allows dappled sunlight to touch the forest floor. Gently kissing it and providing enough light yet still being humid enough for fungi to grow. The soil is rich and loamy as well, and decayed plant matter serves as nourishment for a variety of harmless mushroom species. This area is also highly maintained, ensuring that no reckless child would find a poisonous mushroom and gobble it up, causing problems for everyone around.
So why mushrooms?
Nature is complex, an interwoven system where one factor affects another. Even the smallest component could play a massive role in maintaining the stability of an ecosystem. You’ve heard all about it, media, interviews from ‘save the earth’ campaigns. There’s really not much need to elaborate on it. Mushrooms, however, are fascinating organisms. Their role in decomposition, their secondary metabolites, bioactive compounds.. mushrooms are basically a treasure packed in small and sometimes, pretty packaging.
You’ve spent many afternoons frolicking around the area, weaving through tall grasses and trodding along the dirt trail. Certain mushrooms tend to sprout more after the rainfall, and since the rather heavy rain a few days ago, you've been excited to see what types of mushroom would grow around the area. So far, you've collected a somewhat prideful collection of some wild golden chanterelles. The golden orange yellow clusters caught your attention easily with the way it popped around some mossy tree roots. Then you found some oyster mushrooms, hanging around in a rotting oak tree branch on the forest floor. Venturing more into the shaded areas, you uncovered some wood ear mushrooms. Though they’re not the prettiest, their rubbery texture is quite fascinating. You plucked some from a damp shady branch before scanning the area once more. You’re deep in concentration, rummaging through the damp underbrush while squinting at a fat puffball. You plucked it before standing back up and in the peripheral vision of your eyes, you spotted something white.
no fucking way
a lion's mane mushroom was lodged in a trunk of a rather large rotting branch, you always thought it would be impossible for them to grow in an urban forest, and yet here they are. They’re sprouting proudly from a rather high area, almost a small hill. You recall that you have never ventured that much into the area where the lion’s mane grew, opting to stay on land and not having to climb. But if there are more rare mushrooms, you’re more than happy to get your shoes a little bit dirty.
Scurrying over, you failed to notice just how soft the soil underneath your foot had gotten. It felt almost like a springy network of roots. But alas, your focus is on something else. as you documented your findings on the lion’s mane mushroom, taking pictures and scribbling away, you had failed to realise that you have accidentally stepped on a giant mycelium snooze button. Far below the surface, underneath the soft humid ground, lies a network of fungi, pulsing lightly. You had awakened a shroomy force, it stirred lightly, grumbling. The forest seemed to shift, the wind blew a little bit harder, and the leaves shook. A faint hum rose in the air as the force manifested it’s presence, soil parting to allow it to arise from the ground.
And yet, it was still too quiet for you to notice his presence. Too busy slicing a bit of the rare mushroom you found as a sample when out of nowhere, a voice broke, too friendly, to be honest.
”hello?”
It was too polite, soft, gentle. You froze in response, were you too lost in thought that you didn’t notice the stranger creeping behind you? Were you gonna die? Is this how people get kidnapped? You slowly turned around, still crouching as you took a good look at the owner of said honeyed voice.
“Um”, the voice said “are you okay?” standing in front of you, a few feet away, was uh.. uh… you’d describe him to be more of a fairy like creature, perhaps? He looked human, sure, but something about him felt inhumane. Yes he had soft, round features. Soft and kind doe-like eyes and upturned lips, a soft smile gracing them. Was he an elf? You noticed that the air hums around him like he’s some kind of godly creature, and he sports a whimsical yet regal outfit as well; he wears a light, flowing tunic in the shade of pale forest green, almost blending in with his surroundings, the sleeves are slightly puffed at the shoulders, tapering down to fitted cuffs trimmed with delicate little embroidery resembling the gills of a mushroom. The mystery man also wore loose pants in a rich earthy tone, and you noticed that he was barefoot. But what really captured your attention was his hat, was it a hat? It’s more of a cap actually. A soft, oversized mushroom cap in a deep red color with some patches of white. It sat atop his silver hair that looked suspiciously glossy for a mythical creature (if he isn’t some rando who just happens to love dressing up in earthy tones and came here to take pictures..). Oh no. Did you accidentally step into a mushroom ring and was about to be kidnapped by faes?
So, you did what any other logical person in your position would do an d slowly backed off. The confused mushroom capped man just pouted at you, his lips curving downwards. “Do not be afraid”, he says. Great. That’s also what those angels with a thousand eyes said as well, at least that’s what the internet told you. Point being, if someone tells you to not be afraid, you have every reason to be afraid.
”don’t be scared of me, I wont do anything” mushroom man giggles and you swear the forest swayed a little “Besides, you’re the one who woke me up!” He pouted almost in a cartoonish way and you looked at him as if he was insane.
“What? Wh- who? Why?” You clutched your basket tighter as if it was a weapon that could protect you (it was not a weapon). Mystery mushroom man just crossed his arms, puffy sleeves emphasising that his entire outfit made him look like something straight out of a fantasy RPG.
“You stepped on my mycelium network, it had been a while since anyone stepped on it. I was having a very nice nap, you know” he huffs and you looked at him as if he was insane, because he probably is. “So you’re saying you're some kind of mushroom god?” You scoff, still a bit fearful.
“Yes,” he replied with a smile, as if he just said something extremely normal. His grin is radiant and a bit unnerving, further confirms that he could be somewhat of a mythical creature. “But you can call me Joshua. Are those oyster mushrooms? They’re really good in soup.”
you gave him a nervous giggle— “haha.. uh… cool! Cool!” While slowly backing away before your flight or fight instincts kicked in, and right now, it was flight. So you bolted, turning right on your heel and sprinting like your life depended on it. Joshua had only blinked when you ran, your basket of carefully curated mushrooms abandoned on the forest floor.
You didn’t think, you bolted as fast as you could. Sneakers pounding on the grass, and then on the pavement as you ran down the path and into your apartment building, not even acknowledging the confused receptionist. You’re already frantically pressing the elevator button, as if it would save you from whatever the fuck kind of creature you accidentally summoned. As the elevator doors finally opened, you hurled yourself inside immediately. Repeatedly jamming the button for your floor, the door eventually slid shut and the calming and lively music was no match for the state your heart was in. As soon as the doors opened, you almost flew down the hall, unlocking your apartment door with the urgency of someone escaping a literal forest deity as you slammed the door behind you.
Leaning against the door, you panted slightly. Safe at last, your chest heaves as you tried to ensure whatever that was didn't just happen. You leaned against the door for a while as you caught your breath, your cheek against the cold wood as you sat limp on the marbled floor. But when you turned your head and looked up, there he was sitting on the couch. Arms crossed, wearing an impressive pout. “Why’d you run off like that? It was very rude. I was just trying to have a conversation!”
You screamed.
After the chase (which was useless by the way. said person you’re running away from is currently perched on your couch, looking around your apartment), you found yourself to be very stunned. Not only does your throat and mouth feel dry, but you feel lightheaded. It should have been a nightmare, a mirage even. Something you’d experience somewhere in a desert during dire lack of water but noooo he’s very much real. Propped up, one leg crossed over the other as he clasped his hands over this knee. Eventually, you decided to speak up.
“Wh— how did you even get into my apartment?” You stammered, still feeling like you might implode from the impromptu cardio session. God, you really need to hit the gym more. You scrambled over the kitchen to find something remotely weapon-like and settled for the first thing you could reach. A spatula from your drying rack.
Joshua quirked an eyebrow before pointing at the open balcony behind him. The breeze stirred the curtains slightly, giving everything a faintly ethereal feel. Sure, maybe you had forgotten to close the balcony door (but you're pretty sure you did close it?) but come on. You live on the fourteenth floor, he’s got to have the skills of spider man to be able to climb up that fast and not fall to his death. “You’re telling me that you” you stopped, then tried again “walked in from the balcony? Fourteen floors up? What, are you some kind of—“
“Spore,” he interrupted casually, as though it explained absolutely everything. He gave a small satisfied nod as if that one word had answered all questions. “I just sort of floated up here, you know, like a spore. The winds are in my favor today”
???
“Excuse me?” You stare at him, eyes narrowing. The spatula trembled in your hand, as your fight or flight instincts waged war once more in your head. “Spores don’t float through closed sliding glass doors, and they certainly don’t turn into smush mushroom men sitting on my couch!”. Joshua looked genuinely hurt at your statement and pouts, uncrossing his legs. “I do”, he responded, mushroom cap tilting slightly as he tilted his head upwards. “Not everything that I do has to make sense, doesn’t it? after all, I am a deity” he says smugly, it you're not impressed whatsoever by his commentary, and his smile falters.
“Shoo! Go back to the forest or— or wherever the hell mushroom deities hang out!” You his, jabbing the spatula in his direction like a knight wielding a legendary sword. Joshua, still seated, and someone who looks too comfortable after getting spatula-ed, just raised an eyebrow. “Shoo?” He asks, “yes, shoo!” You repeat, flailing the spatula more aggressively, “Out! Out! Use your spores or something. Float back down to your precious mycelium network” Joshua pouted, full on— the whole package. Quivering lips, puppy dog eyes, “But you woke me up. You’re the reason I’m here. Isn’t it only fair you let me sit down here for a while?”
“Fair?’’ You sputtered, voice raising an octave though you regret it a bit “Fair would’ve been you staying asleep in your underground mushroom kingdom and not following me home and popping into my life like some kind of— fungus genie!”. Joshua just stared at you and rolled his eyes playfully “I don't grant wishes,” he replied, looking rather offended at the idea “I’m more if an advisor. A mentor, if you will”
“Well, i don't need any fungal mentoring!” You snapped while still actively shooing him away “go and advise some other unsuspecting person who steps on your spores, dummy. I don't have time to deal with you!”. Joshua took a deep sigh before getting to his feet “Fine, fine, I’ll leave” he said, walking toward the balcony with an exaggerated slouch and the aura of someone who looked truly, deeply wronged. He glanced at you pitifully before heading out to the balcony, looking like an animated Disney character who was shunned to the rain. Just so you know”, he glanced over his shoulder, buying some time “you’re gonna miss me when I’m gone”
“OUT!”
With a resigned sigh, Joshua took one step towards the balcony, and you watched as he shut his eyes close, sunlight hitting his head as he dissolved into golden sparks and twirled in the air magically like flying pollen, before floating away. You blinked, momentarily stunned as you lowered your spatula as you watched the golden spores fly towards the forest. So he truly is a magical being, you've figured since he somehow managed to enter your apartment but seeing it with your own two eyes is just different. You gulp, knowing that you’ve been threatening and spatula-ed
After days of refusing to go anywhere near the forest, you eventually had no choice but to return. You had left your research notebook and samples in the forest, it contained all of your detailed notes and sketches. Your pride would have made you start a new one, but it had taken you so long to document your journey, and the rainy weather is giving you anxiety over what could have happened to your precious data. So against your better judgment, you begrudgingly made your way back into the forest. Spray bottle in hand, just in case a certain mushroom deity would like to try his luck today. Trudging down the familiar soil path, you walked slowly while contemplating life decisions.
You've since come to terms with the fact that yes, there's a fucking mushroom god out there and he's damn cute and annoying. Next thing you know there's a god for moss and even grass. Grumbling to yourself as you ducked through branches and stepped over bushes, the almighty basket was finally seen in the same place you had left it. Unharmed
Your basket was safe, your research, samples, everything. However, as you bent down to pick it up, you noticed someone clearing their throat from behind you. And dear lords your heart nearly did a somersault that would be worthy of a gold medal in the Olympics.
“You're back” Joshua quips, looking unimpressed. His arms crossed as he sat atop a log, it seemed like he'd been waiting for hours, days even. He radiated energy that spoke, ‘you left me all alone and now you have to pay the consequences’. You groaned as you looked at him, unhappy. “Why the hell are you still awake? Go back to sleep or …do mushroom stuff!”
Joshua just raised an eyebrow, looking rather pissed off now as he tilted his head, mushroom hat flopping as it followed his movement. What on earth is that thing made of anyway? “Have you ever been rudely woken up from such a good nap and just couldn't fall back to sleep? Yeah. That's what happened to me. You woke me up, and then you rudely told me to go away. Back in the days, being able to awaken a deity was considered a huge blessing by the way” he huffs and dramatically turns to face sideways, throwing a childish tantrum.
“Are you saying I gave you insomnia?” You blinked at him, “Well,’ he muttered “it sounds ridiculous if you put it that way but yes? Technically..?” His voice trails off at the last part but he quickly switched to a serious tone “it's been awful. So here I am”
“If that's the case then I have melatonin pills at home, want some? You can take the whole bottle. Just make sure to be knocked out for at least another hundred years, how bout that?” You stare at the huffy deity, if he wants to throw a tantrum, so can you. Two can play at that game. Joshua however looked very offended, but you cut him off before he could even speak. “I'm off, then. I have got what I came here for—” you tried shaking your basket but then—
A little mushroom on legs snatched it. It was almost comical, truly. The thing had two little black eyes, and what seemed like arms and legs. It made little “ububububub” noises as it trudged over, wobbling with every step as it headed to Joshua and handed him the basket, that damn deity had never looked so smug before and you considered turning him into stew.
“Right,” Joshua smirked, “god of mushrooms here.” He said proudly as he patted the mushroom, who looked so proud of itself before it went on its merry way to God knows where.
“You have got to be fucking kidding me” you stare at him, stunned “Give me my basket back, fungi boy”
Okay. Maybe. Just maybe. If a proclaimed deity has gotten hold of your stuff, then don't insult him? You don't know if he's going to take offense and y'know. Burn your research.
“You know, I could always make this easier for you” he smiled, toying with the material of the basket. The kind of smile that would let you know that he is the one who got the upper hand in this situation.
“Make what easier?” you narrowed your eyes suspiciously at the man in front of you. Joshua just smiled ever so sweetly in return as he placed your basked down on the forest floor “Your work. I know everything about mushrooms. I am mushrooms, I am the oldest mushroom connection in this area, in human form of course. I know this forest better than anyone, I can show you, heck, even grow the rarest mushrooms for you. The ones that only sprout under certain humidity or acidity of the soil, the ones that you certainly can't find on your own”
You bit your lower lip at his offer. Tempting, you really do need more mushrooms to research, and so far you have been with somewhat steady luck, but nothing out of the ordinary. If Joshua were to help, then it would make your research so much easier. You looked up at the smug deity, “what do you want in return, my soul?” Joshua just laughs at that. “No, actually. Nothing like that. I'm not that kind of deity. All I need— is your companion” he leaned forward, arms crossed as he locked eyes with you. “You were the one who woke me up after all. Stomped on my mycelium network, now I can't go back to sleep. I figured we might as well just be friends.”
“Friends” you repeated after him.
“Yes,” he said firmly. “Friends. Companions. Coworkers in the noble art of mushroom foraging. You do your science-y stuff, I do my magical mushroom-y stuff, and we’ll both benefit.” You just stared at him. “You don’t actually mean that. You just want an excuse to hang around and be a pain in my—”
“Companionship,” Joshua interrupted smoothly. “Is that really so much to ask? Think of it as an exchange of skills.” Your mouth opened, then closed. Then it opened again. “No. Absolutely not. I work alone.”
Joshua’s smug grin only widened. “Are you sure? Because I could guide you to a certain grove where the golden amanitas grow…” hesitation took over—only for a fraction of a second—but Joshua caught it. His grin turned victorious.
“Bargaining™,” he said, his tone practically trademarked.
“Fine,” you muttered, crossing your arms and shooting him a glare. “But I’m not calling you my ‘friend.’"
“Alright. Sounds good to me” Joshua rose to his feet and placed a hand out “do we have a deal?” You sigh, reaching out reluctantly. “Fine. Deal.”
Your hands met for a firm shake, but as soon as your hand met his surprisingly warm ones, the ground beneath gave a low, rumbling tremor. The trees around swayed slightly, and a gust of wind flew by, as if celebrating. Joshua grinned, looking perfectly at ease as the forest seemed to acknowledge your newfound partnership.
“Um,” you muttered, pulling your hand back quickly. “Was that supposed to happen?”. Joshua shrugged. “Just the network responding to our agreement."
“The network? Like the mycelium network?”
“Exactly. It’s kind of like how humans nod at each other when they meet. A little fungal ‘hello.’”
You squinted at him, trying to gauge whether he was serious. But before you could dig deeper, he adjusted his mushroom cap, probably out of place due to the wind. With a resigned groan, you started back toward the city. “Alright, fine. But you better not touch any of my stuff.”
Joshua followed along cheerfully, humming some catchy tunes as you strolled back through the park. By the time they reached your apartment building, you had already convinced yourself this was the worst decision you have made all year (lending your boombox to Soonyoung included, the damn boy drowned the thing in Vernon's pool party). As you pushed open the front door and stepped inside, you turned to give him one last warning.
“If you start sprouting mushrooms all over my couch, you’re out. Got it?”
Joshua tilted his head, a sly smile playing on his lips. “We’ll see.”
The moment Joshua stepped into your apartment, his eyes widened, and he immediately started wandering around, touching everything. “What’s this?” he asked, pointing at the flat-screen TV mounted on the wall.
You set your basket down and watched him warily. “It’s a TV. Y’know, for watching stuff.”
He turned back to you, completely serious. “When I was last awake, TVs were…well, they were basically just barrels. You’d look into them and see a blurry moving image that barely worked half the time.”
You raised an eyebrow. “Barrels?”
“Barrels,” he repeated, nodding sagely. “Big wooden things. You had to crank them sometimes. The image was black and white and would only last about ten minutes before the whole thing overheated.”
You crossed your arms, leaning against the kitchen counter. “That sounds like a cartoon version of early technology.”
“Well,” he huffed, clearly annoyed that she wasn’t taking him seriously, “it’s not like I kept up with human progress while I was sleeping underground. I woke up and—bam—flat screens, colorful images, and this ‘Netflix’ thing you all keep talking about.”
Blinking at him, you raised an eyebrow, unsure how to respond. “You know about Netflix?”
“I’ve absorbed some knowledge through the spores,” he said, as if that explained everything. “But seeing it up close? Amazing.” He stepped closer to the TV, eyes sparkling like a kid in a candy store. “So, this can show moving pictures whenever you want? Like magic?”
You pinched the bridge of your nose. “It’s not magic. It’s just modern technology.”
Joshua turned to her, grinning. “I like modern technology. It’s so…shiny.”
After a few days of “negotiation” (or as you would describe it, a string of bad decisions), Joshua had firmly established himself as your new roommate. He claimed the smallest, darkest bedroom in your apartment—a storage space you never really used—and promptly declared it his “sanctuary.” (you had no idea why your parents purchased a two bedroom apartment, knowing that only you will be living here. But hey at least it's put to good use now). Within hours, he and his mushroom helpers transformed the gloomy room into something out of a whimsical fairy tale.
The walls were soon lined with tiny shelves, each one holding miniature mushrooms that glowed faintly in different colors. A couple of the bigger mushrooms had sprouted in the corners, giving the space a soft, earthy smell that wasn’t entirely unpleasant. He even got the mushroom creatures—those adorable, wobbly things with their “ubububu” noises—to help tidy the apartment. They worked in small teams, dusting shelves, even folding your laundry (sort of), and occasionally dragging bits of clutter back to their master’s domain.
Joshua, meanwhile, had taken to yapping constantly about mushrooms. Morning, noon, and night, he’d sit at the kitchen table—where you tried to work—and ramble on about the incredible properties of fungi. “You know, there’s this one species that can digest plastic! Can you imagine the implications for your research?” he’d say, eyes bright. Or, “What about the medicinal properties of certain polypores? You could develop a whole new line of treatments!”
You would sigh, rub your temples, and mutter, “I study nature, not shroom magic.”
“Exactly!” he’d say, completely ignoring her frustration. “Which is why you need my expertise. Together, we can achieve greatness!”
Despite your protests, you found herself scribbling down a few of his suggestions here and there. And while you would never admit it, his little mushroom minions made the apartment suspiciously cleaner and more organized than it had ever been.
However, living with Joshua wasn't entirely easy. He's made it clear that he's a very lonely man in desperate need of attention and love. And when you needed to leave for university… he became somewhat of a military wife sending away her husband to war (school).
Every morning when you slipped on your school bag and prepared to head out the door, you would feel a pair of eyes boring into you. She didn’t even have to look. She just knew. Joshua would be there, standing in the doorway of his mushroom lair, giving you a look that could only be described as heartbreakingly tragic. His mushroom cap drooped slightly (was that even possible?), his arms crossed over his chest as if he were physically restraining himself from begging her not to go.
“You’re going again?” he’d say, voice trembling with over-the-top sorrow. “You just came back last night! Must you leave me so soon?”
You groaned, trying to ignore him as you zipped up your jacket. “I’m not abandoning you. I have classes, you know. Like, a normal student with a normal schedule.”
“But you’re gone all day,” he whined. “What am I supposed to do here without you? The little guys can only keep me company for so long.”
“Then…then watch TV or something,” you suggested, gesturing vaguely at the flat screen. “Catch up on all those shows you’re so curious about.”
“It’s not the same!” he huffed, his pout deepening. “Every time you leave, it’s like you’re marching off to war and I don’t know if I’ll ever see you again.”
You turned to face him, clutching your books. “It’s university. Not a battlefield.”
He clasped his hands dramatically. “You say that now, but what if something terrible happens? What if you trip on the stairs? What if—what if someone challenges you to a duel over your research?”
“Why would that ever happen?”
“I don’t know! Humans are weird! All I’m saying is, I can’t promise I won’t sob quietly in the corner until you return.”
You sighed, pressing a hand to your forehead. “I’ll be back around six, okay? Six. That’s not even dinner time.”
Joshua sniffled. “Fine. I’ll be waiting. Like a loyal companion left behind…”
“Sure. A very clingy companion.” With that, you turned on your heel and headed out the door, ignoring the overly dramatic “farewell” he whispered behind you.
Living with a mushroom deity roommate is nice sometimes, his troops help you clean up and cook and he actually provides you useful information for your research. However, you're pretty sure normal roommates don't have this much tension.
Source? Trust me bro.
The tension had been building for weeks, so subtle at first that you had barely noticed it. Joshua’s presence was constant—hovering just close enough to feel, but never outright overbearing. He’d reach past you to grab a mug from the cabinet, and his fingers would brush yours as if by accident. He’d lean over your shoulder when you were reading, his soft, curious voice murmuring something about the text, and you would become acutely aware of how close he was, how his hair nearly grazed your cheek.
At first, you dismissed it as him being overly friendly, maybe a bit clingy. But the more it happened, the harder it was to ignore. His hand would linger on yours for a second longer than necessary when passing her something. He’d sit just a bit too close on the couch, the warmth of his body brushing against yours. Whenever you had to leave for university, he’d hover near the door, looking at her with those big, imploring eyes—eyes that felt like they were looking straight through all the walls you had carefully built around herself.
It didn’t help that Joshua seemed to have no concept of personal space. He’d waltz into the kitchen while you were cooking, resting a hand on the counter right next to yours, leaning close enough for you to catch the faint earthy scent of mushrooms and something sweeter, something entirely his. You would go stiff, your pulse quickening for reasons you couldn’t quite justify. And then he’d pull away, as if he hadn’t just turned your brain into a jumble of nerves.
You have tried to pretend it wasn’t happening. Telling yourself it was just him being a mushroom deity—he probably didn’t even realize how his actions came across. But then there were those fleeting moments when you thought you caught something in his expression, something softer and more intent. It was there in the way his gaze lingered on you when he thought she wasn’t looking, in the faint smile that curved his lips whenever you argued back at his playful remarks.
The touches, the lingering glances—it was all building toward something. And while you weren't very sure where this was headed, a part of you was starting to wonder if you ever wanted it to stop.
Yeah. Having a mushroom deity as your roommate is pretty weird. And guess what? According to Joshua a Moss and grass deity exists as well so that's very informative. But then, something happened that changed almost everything. You had been living with Joshua for nearly six months when it happened, instead of his usual green tunic, he'd ditch it for a more comfortable hoodie and sweats. He also abandoned his mushroom cap, saying that it was getting too annoying. At this point he just looks like a regular human rather than a powerful, ancient deity. However, at some point you noticed Joshua getting more distant, and you didn't pay much mind to it at first, but then it continued.
Over the next few days, you noticed that something seemed off with Joshua. He wasn’t his usual chipper, smug self. Instead of popping up unexpectedly in the kitchen to offer you another bizarrely flavored mushroom or complaining about you leaving for university, he seemed…distracted. He lingered in the darker corners of the apartment, his usual bubbly chatter replaced by long stretches of silence. Even the mushroom creatures were quieter, as if they sensed something was amiss.
You figured he was just moody—probably still annoyed you weren’t spending all your free time entertaining him. But as the days went on, it became clear there was more to it. His movements grew slower, more deliberate. When you caught him glancing your way, his gaze lingered just a bit too long, his usual playful demeanor replaced by something heavier. There was a tension to him that hadn’t been there before, like he was trying very hard to hold something back.
At first, you didn’t think much of it—after all, he was a literal mushroom deity. Who knew what kind of weird cycles or phases his kind went through? Maybe he was sprouting some kind of deity equivalent to mushrooms? But it wasn’t until one evening, when you accidentally brushed past him on your way to grab your notebook, that it really clicked. He flinched at the contact, his shoulders stiffening, and you could feel the heat radiating off him, almost like a fever. You turned to him, startled. “Are you okay? You’re burning up.”
Joshua shook his head quickly, taking a deliberate step back. “I’m fine,” he muttered, his voice low and strained. “Just—just don’t worry about it.”
“Don’t worry about it?” you echoed, crossing your arms. “You’re acting all weird, you look like you’ve been running a marathon, and you’re telling me not to worry?”
“I said I’m fine,” he snapped, his tone sharper than you’d ever heard it. His eyes flicked to yours for just a moment, and there was something in his expression—something raw and intense—that made you stop in your tracks.
“Joshua, seriously, what’s going on?” you pressed, lowering your voice.
He sighed, raking a hand through his silver hair. “It’s…complicated. I’ve just been asleep for a very, very long time. Longer than usual. And now…everything’s catching up to me all at once.”
You raised an eyebrow. “Catching up to you how?”
His lips pressed into a thin line, and he looked away, clearly reluctant to explain. Finally, he said quietly, “It’s just…a kind of heat. It happens every so often. Normally, it’s manageable. But I’ve been dormant for so long that—” He stopped, inhaling sharply. “It’s just a bit overwhelming.”
You stared at him, trying to process what he’d just said. “So, what? It’s like some weird mushroom mating season or—”
“Don’t call it that!” Joshua cut you off, his cheeks flushing. “It’s just—look, it’ll pass. I just need time. That’s all.”
You frowned. “And you’re sure you don’t need help? I mean, you’re acting like you’re about to pass out.”
“I’ll be fine,” he repeated, though his voice was softer now. “Just…give me some space, okay? It’ll be over soon.”
Reluctantly, you nodded. “Alright. But if you need something, you’d better speak up.” Joshua managed a faint smile, though it didn’t quite reach his eyes. “I’ll be fine. Promise.”
Joshua had been avoiding you for days, keeping to his dark little room and refusing to come out even when you tried coaxing him with food, questions, or outright knocking on his door. The little mushroom creatures, usually so busy with their cheerful “ubububu” cleaning noises, were barely around. The entire apartment felt strangely empty, even though he was still technically there. You knew something was wrong, but he just wouldn’t talk about it. Every time you tried, he would mumble an excuse through the door or give you a dismissive “I’m fine” before shutting down the conversation.
When you finally managed to catch him outside of his sanctuary, he looked worse for wear—eyes heavy, movements sluggish. Concerned, you reached out before you even realized what you were doing. Your fingers brushed his arm, and he froze, stiff as a board. His skin was unnaturally warm, as if he had a high fever, and the moment your hand made contact, he let out a soft, almost involuntary shudder.
And then… spores.
Golden spores burst into the air, swirling around the room like glitter caught in a breeze. Joshua immediately jumped back, his eyes wide and his expression panicked. “Don’t—don’t breathe them in!” he stammered, scrambling to wave the spores away from you. “Stay back! I’ll—I’ll clean it up!”
But it was too late. You coughed, waving a hand in front of your face. “What the hell? Joshua, what is this?”
His cheeks turned a deep, vivid pink, and he stumbled over his words. “It’s, uh, it’s—it’s nothing!” He tried to keep his distance, backing into the wall. “Just… just spores. Don’t worry about it!”
“Joshua,” you said slowly, narrowing your eyes. “What are these spores?”
He looked as though he wanted the floor to swallow him whole. “They’re, uh… you know… uh… hormones.”
You blinked. “What.”
“My… hormones,” he repeated weakly, now staring at the ground like it was the most interesting thing he’d ever seen. “It’s… kind of a natural thing. But I—I usually have better control over it. I mean, it’s been a long time since—” He groaned and buried his face in his hands. “You weren’t supposed to touch me, okay? I didn’t mean for this to happen!”
You could only stare at him, dumbfounded, while golden spores sparkled in the air between you. “I don’t… What do you mean by hormones?! Why are they floating in the air?!”
“I don’t know!” he exclaimed, looking even more mortified. “It’s a mushroom thing! Just—just don’t make it weird, okay? I’m already dying inside!”
“Joshua,” you deadpanned, crossing your arms, “it’s already weird.”
Joshua panics even further, swatting the air to get rid of the leftover spores “don't breathe them in!” He exclaims and fans them away using a nearby magazine that's sitting on top of the counter “just .. forget about them! Um… let's see .. how to undo… fuck, why can't I think of anything?!” He grips his hair and you feel bad at his distress. Joshua paced back and forth, running a hand through his hair as the golden spores slowly settled around the room. “Okay, okay, this is fine, this is totally fine—oh no, oh no, this is not fine! What if it does something weird to you? What if you start growing mushrooms out of your ears? Or—or worse—what if you turn into a mushroom entirely?!” He groaned, collapsing onto the couch, burying his face in his hands. “I’m a terrible deity.”
You crouched down in front of him, reaching out to gently touch his knee. “Hey, it’s fine. I’m not dead, am I?”
“Not yet,” he mumbled, peeking out from behind his fingers.
“Exactly,” you said. “So whatever happens, we’ll deal with it. If I sprout mushroom ears, we’ll figure out a way to make them look cute. If I turn into a mushroom, we’ll…I don’t know, open a mushroom-themed bakery and turn it into a niche business. The point is, it’ll be fine. We’ll get through it together.”
Joshua lifted his head, his wide eyes searching yours. “You mean it?”
“Yeah,” you said with a small smile. “I’m not going anywhere.”
He let out a breath, his shoulders relaxing slightly. “Okay… okay. Well, it takes about 30 minutes to, um, kick in. So…we’ll just have to wait and see what happens.”
You nodded and settled onto the floor beside him, both of you sitting in awkward silence as the minutes crawled by. Occasionally, you’d glance over and catch him glancing at you, but neither of you said much, just waiting…until, eventually, you felt the first faint tingles start to spread.
Joshua glanced at you nervously as you shifted slightly where you sat. The tingling was faint at first, like a subtle warmth running through your veins. But as the minutes ticked on, that warmth grew heavier, hotter, settling low in your stomach in a way that made your face flush. You cleared your throat, trying to focus on anything but the sudden, unexpected pulse of heat rolling through you.
“You feeling… okay?” Joshua asked, his voice thin and cautious.
You glanced at him and immediately regretted it. He looked just as flustered, his cheeks a deep red. “Um,” you managed, fidgeting with your hands. “I’m not—uh—it’s not bad. Not weird. Just…” You trailed off, realizing that whatever you said was going to sound entirely too awkward.
Joshua sat up a bit straighter, his fingers twisting nervously in his lap. “It’s, uh… it’s not supposed to be harmful,” he muttered. “It’s just—well, I mean—”
“Just what?” you asked, desperate for something to distract from the growing heat in the room.
He cleared his throat and stared at the wall. “It, uh…might make you feel…things.”
“Things?” you echoed.
He coughed, his voice barely a whisper now. “You know. Uh. Hormonal things.”
Oh. Oh no.
You quickly looked away, feeling the heat spread to your face, your neck, your chest. “So, you’re saying this is like…uh, like an aphrodisiac or something?”
“Not intentionally!” Joshua blurted out, his hands flying up defensively. “I swear, I didn’t mean for this to happen! It’s just…my spores haven’t been released in a long time, and when you touched me, it…triggered something. I was trying to stop it, but then you inhaled it, and now—now—”
“Okay, okay,” you cut him off, holding up a hand to stop his panicked rambling. “I get it. It’s not your fault. It just…is what it is.”
You both sat there in increasingly awkward silence, the air growing thicker with every passing moment. The tingling had become more insistent, the heat making it hard to focus on anything but the odd, restless ache building inside you. And judging by Joshua’s squirming and flushed face, he wasn’t handling it any better.
“So,” you said after a long pause, your voice tight. “How much longer is this supposed to last?”
“Uh,” Joshua muttered, his eyes darting anywhere but at you. “A couple of hours, maybe?”
You groaned, sinking your head into your hands. “Great. Just great.”
Joshua fidgeted awkwardly beside you, his eyes darting between you and some indistinct spot on the floor. “Look,” he stammered, “it’s either this or… or you end up with mushrooms on your head. Or maybe mushroom ears. I mean, I’m trying my best here.”
You couldn’t help but giggle at that, a small laugh slipping out despite the steadily growing warmth in your body. “Mushroom ears?” you repeated, grinning. “You really—”
And then it hit—a sudden, sharp pulse that shot straight between your thighs, stealing the words right out of your mouth. You froze, the giggle dying on your lips, replaced by a low, startled whine. Your legs pressed together instinctively, but it didn’t stop the insistent tingling that followed, leaving your breath hitching and a deep flush rising to your cheeks. You turned to Joshua, pouting, your lips quivering as if pleading for an explanation or maybe even help.
Joshua’s eyes widened, panic flashing across his face. “W-what’s wrong? Did something else happen?”
“Joshua” you look up at him with pleading eyes as you bit your lower lip “can I suck you off?”
He couldn't say no to that.
Joshua swallowed hard, his breath shallow as he watched you squirm beside him. His gaze flickered from your parted lips to your flushed cheeks, and then—before he could second-guess himself—he moved.
His hands found your waist, tugging you closer with a desperate kind of urgency. Your breath hitched, your fingers gripping onto the fabric of his hoodie as he leaned in. For a moment, there was hesitation, his lips hovering just over yours, his warm breath fanning across your skin. But then you whimpered—soft, needy—and that was all it took.
His lips crashed into yours, the kiss messy and feverish, all tongue and heat. He groaned as his hands slid up your back, pulling you flush against him as your mouths moved together, the taste of strawberries and something heady lingering between you. It was clumsy at first, frantic, both of you too overwhelmed by the heat coursing through your bodies to be careful. Your fingers tangled in his silver hair, tugging slightly, and he let out a muffled moan against your lips.
The kiss deepened, tongues sliding together in a slick, needy mess. Spit gathered at the corners of your mouths, neither of you pulling away long enough to break the intoxicating rhythm you’d fallen into. He sucked lightly on your bottom lip before diving back in, licking into your mouth with a hunger that sent shivers down your spine. You gasped into him, letting him devour every sound you made.
His grip on you tightened, his hands pressing into your hips, your back, anywhere he could reach. Your own hands roamed up his chest, feeling the heat of his body through the fabric of his clothing. Every movement, every press of his lips against yours, made the ache inside you worse, made the tingling more unbearable.
Joshua broke away for a brief second, both of you panting, a thin string of saliva connecting your lips. His eyes were dark, dazed, pupils blown wide as he stared at you like you were the only thing anchoring him to the world.
“Is this—” he gasped, barely holding himself together. “Is this okay?”
You nodded, barely able to think past the throbbing heat inside you. “Don’t stop,” you breathed.
And just like that, he was on you again, kissing you deeper, messier—like he needed you to breathe
And that's how both you and Joshua found yourselves in a bit of a predicament, you're situated between his thighs, swallowing him whole with greed as he throws his head back, fingers tangled in your hair. Your right hand is keeping you steady, providing support by holding on to Joshua's thigh. Your left hand however, is busy drawing circles on your clit.
Joshua bit his lower lip and whimpered your name as he lets out a string of curses. You've never heard him speak in such a high pitched voice before, it was cute actually. But you didn't have time to focus on that, your precious deity needed to come. You kept on hollowing your cheeks, swirling your tongue around his heavy length— desperate to have him drip down your throat.
You were a bit surprised to see his size at first, he was for a better word— big. Upon pulling his shorts and underwear down, you discovered that he was slightly curved, with a perfect mushroom shaped tip. You suppose that being the mushroom deity means also having a mushroom shaped cock— but you didn't have time to comment on it as Joshua had already whimpered, asking if he could shove it inside your lips.
“Fuck— I can't!” Joshua whimpers as his eyebrows are furrowed, his grip on your hair tightens as he delivers a rough thrust forward and spills inside your mouth. He pulled out, panting. Looking down at you with dazed eyes as you swallowed his release.
Would it be weird if you were to say he tasted a bit like cream?
Regardless, Joshua didn't stay idle for long. He immediately picked you up and brought you to the bedroom, stripping your shorts down, he looked at you as if to ask for permission.
“Do whatever you want, shua” you gave him the green light.
And did whatever he wanted to, indeed.
Joshua had you sitting on his face, straddling his head with your thighs as he moaned into your heat. His tongue moved around in circles as he devoured you. Who knew that a deity would be this good in bed?
“Fuck, shua—” you hissed when he licked a stripe up to your clit, and you felt the bastard chuckle against your cunt as you lifted your hips a bit. Joshua whines, immediately gripping your hips and pulling you back down to his face. His actions on you were relentless, licking and sucking with no mercy as he made sure that his nose was angled perfectly with your clit. He would not let you leave— or move. It's like his face was your throne. No matter how much ‘please’ or ‘too much!’ you whimpered at him he wouldn't stop abusing your hole with his tongue. And darn him— he's very good at using it. Maybe being alive for over a thousand years had him practicing. You were a bit lost in thought when suddenly, Joshua suckled on your clit and nipped at your folds gently.
And then, you came. He lapped up your release with fervor as if it was the sweetest nectar he had ever had in his life.
But Joshua wasn't satisfied just yet. Despite your trembling thighs, he pushed you down on to the bed. Face down, ass up as he pushed himself inside. You groaned, feeling how nicely he fills you up. The curve of his cock fits nicely against you as he starts to thrust slowly, whispering little “so good for me” and “you're so perfect” as he batters up your walls. You couldn't think straight. Not with Joshua ruining you so deliciously, the way his fingers sneaked forward to fill your mouth as he snaps his hips, pubic bone slapping against your ass.
You couldn't get enough of him, curse that damned mushroom. Somehow he had found a way to bore into your heart and hole, using his mushroom ways. Both with his unlimited knowledge regarding fungi— and also his own mushroom tip. Your eyes rolled back and you gasped against his fingers when you felt him hit that perfect spot, and Joshua noticed as well. He picks up his pace, slamming against you with more power as he abused that spot that made you scream his name.
“Oh—! Joshua!” You'd whimper against his thick fingers, and the damned mushroom man would just laugh while panting “Yeah? You like that? Like it when I hit you right—” he angled deeper “there? Hm?” You were too gone to respond by now, eyes rolling to the back of your head as he whispers sweet nothings in your ears, asking to come together. And not long after, you felt the stretched rubber band feeling on your lower belly snap— as you went limp against him. Joshua kept on going, though. Chasing his own release. It didn't take long until he halted, filling you up with his seed as he gasped and panted for air.
The two of you laid down for a while, no one said anything, as he just traced circles on your back.
Oh yeah, you definitely had the best roommate ever.
“So when's your next heat cycle?” You mentioned offhandedly to your boyfriend as you sipped your cup of coffee and he turns red, his head turning against you in 0.1 seconds as he whines
“It's just a one time thing!” He defended himself “I just .. I was asleep for so long that it got built up!”
“Hm. What a shame, mushroom boy” you hummed
What a shame.
bonus:
a small shitty edit I made in procreate for the vibes lol. Thank you for reading shroom deity shua!
imagine ur living inside a tiny mushroom house... with a tiny chimney.... deep in the woods... no one knows u exist... u make soup in a tiny pot.....u are free
⚬ pairing: tennis player! jeonghan x star tennis player! reader
⚬ word count: 9k
⚬ genres: angst, coworkers(?) romance, v much inspired from the movie 'challengers', grumpy reader who suffers from the popular mean girl syndrome lowkey but we stan, v banter-y heh i love them, use of nicknames: he calls her sweetpea.
⚬ warnings: anger issues, mentions of physical injury, hair pulling (not in a sexual way but the reader is aggressive lol), spice/nsfw and smut - filth, filth filth, public sex, dirty talking, grinding and inappropriate dancing, creampies (dont be silly cover ya willy) mentions of dr*gs tho no one consumes them and other mature themes MDNI
credits to @strangergraphics for the beautiful dividers <3
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<3 synopsis: trying to escape the 'has been' reputation after a brutal knee injury throws you off your a-game, you aim to make a comeback in a category you vehemently despise- the mixed doubles. there aren't a lot of men you can get yourself to play with, but the idea of having to play against yoon jeonghan is just diabolical. and so, you must get him to be on your team and not against you or else you're sure he is going to wear you out- on and off the court.
<3 songs recommended: the challengers movie soundtrack by trent reznor and atticus ross
author's note: part of my valentine's day event, lmk if you'd want to be tagged :)
p.s. - all these fics come with a lil letter hehe, here's one for u!
jeonghan's love letter to whoever is reading (esp. for @livmarauder for getting into uni <3 and for @paradiseonthemoon for being so precious to me)
Dear you,I know that when it comes to life, you like playing solo. it's not that you wouldn't like some help, but a pro like you is seldom satisfied by a helping hand. this valentine's, i beg of you, my love, to allow me to serve you right…to help you smooth things over, not because you're incapable of doing them on your own, but because sometimes, little acts of service is all we need to remind ourselves that we're not alone and that the people who love us, will be here for us in need.
yours forever and whatever that follows after,
hannie <3
Everything moves painfully slow, almost like the air around you has been replaced with honey.
No, scratch that—at least honey would taste sweet.
But a bitter, rancid acid is all you feel at the back of your tongue as your spiked shoes skid dangerously over the turf to reach the ball on time because you know your partner still hasn’t recovered from his previous stance. You wonder if his brain has even registered the smash that the opponents for this practice session—your coaches—have delivered your way.
No matter how hard you strain the muscles of your thighs or the behemoth weight you put on your ankles to stabilize them, you’re unable to reach the ball that thuds and lands right by your partner’s feet.
You don’t even allow it to bounce back up when you turn around to accuse him, exasperated, “Jason you’re too slow!”
Jason, your partner for the doubles tournament, straightens up, his arms spread wide like he can’t believe you’re so worked up about a mistake.
“Chill,” he says with a low smile, “this isn’t the actual game, I don’t wanna wear myself out already.”
You glare at him, the heat of it makes his grin evaporate almost instantly.
“But yeah…I’ll be more careful.” He splutters not convincing anyone—especially not you.
You shoot a sharp glance towards the coaches—yours and his—across the net. His coach simply shrugs in agreement while yours gives you a little nod, just enough for you to see.
‘Calm down.’ It translates.
“Okay.”
You suck in a sharp breath, straightening up as Jason’s coach begins testing another ball in her stance to serve.
The amount of sweat beading above your brows and dripping down is more than all three of them combined—not because you sweat too easily, but because you’re the only one treating this session like an actual game.
You always do. What even is the point of practice if everyone’s gonna be a fucking pussy about a little ankle sprain before the big game?
Losers.
Jason’s coach delivers the serve and you instantly jump into action, hitting all the right angles at all the right times. It’s beautiful, honestly, the way you play…the way your body knows just how much to bounce when expecting the ball, the way your eyes trace every movement and your brain calculates the curve of the arcs the balls would bounce at, the way you recover quickly after hitting the ball and immediately get ready for the next one—fucking breathtaking.
Sometimes, when you’re going over the videos of your own games, you do get turned on by the girl you see on screen. All sharp and magnetic, flirting—no fucking with the ball.
Too bad that folks like Jason ruin that visual and eventually, the game, by being the human equivalent of a sad, saggy, wrinkly ball-sack in each porno.
Despite the heavy weight of exhaustion settling dull in your bones, you hold the game remarkably well for another six minutes or so before Jason fucks up again because he couldn’t stand back up on time to take the next ball that your coach directed towards him immediately after.
When the ball hits the ground—in the centre of your very court—it’s like a sledgehammer slamming against your own ribs.
You screech in agony, almost doubling over from pain after witnessing the sheer act of incompetency from someone you’re supposed to win this thing with.
That inhumane scream doesn’t only undoes the restraints in your throat that your coach has forced you to tighten your chords with, but it also unscrews every bolt that has tightened this new armour that your body is supposed to mould itself into—that of a professional, celebrated tennis player who had the reputation of being an unforgivable force on the court until a knee injury humbled her last season.
The girl who is supposed to smile instead of smirk when interviewers ask about her game now.
The girl who is now supposed to wear the boring, normal sports gear instead of the custom pink Nike.
The girl for whom, once, the only penalties on court used to be her constant slew of curses but who is no longer allowed to say ‘shit’ even during practice sessions now.
Yeah, you stab that girl right in the fucking throat when Jason blinks at your frustrated scream like you’ve lost your mind.
“Are you fucking stupid Jason?” You yell, “Do you think this is a fucking dance floor where you’ll dive and sweep and flash a grin to the audience and they’ll throw their bras at you?”
“I–” he begins but you cut him off.
“I told you to fucking work on your reflexes Jason, can you not handle the racket with your fucking fingers anymore? You hold it like you’re jerking off a fucking dick? What is your issue!?”
Behind you, you hear the hurried shuffle of feet as the coaches surround you.
“You stand there,” you go on, gesturing wildly, “like your brain is buffering. Ball comes at you and you’re like—” you widen your eyes and slack your jaw, “—wow. Sphere. And then it dies. Right in front of you. Because even gravity gives up waiting.”
“Hey, hey enough now!” Jason’s coach tries putting herself between the two of you.
“Enough?” You scream, totally unhinged now with a voice so hoarse that someone might’ve just scrubbed your vocal chords with a sandpaper, “This is nothing compared to how much of a disrespect I’ve faced with an actual fucking ass playing behind my ass. You’re both gonna cost me this tournament and you both know it!”
Jason’s coach remarks, “Well if you’re so good then why don’t you go play solo?”
That.
That wrings you so brutally that the reality of your present condition crashes down on you like a castle of boulders.
You don’t speak, just rapidly suck air in and out of your pursed lips.
Your coach doesn’t defend you like Jason’s. He always has been like this—just gives you instructions and leaves you to face the consequences upon disobedience. You turn to face him only to find the silence you had predicted. It is hard-set on his face, almost like a reminder of what happened the last time you ignored one of his instructions—you ended up with your knee under the surgeon’s knife, months of physiotherapy and an incapacity to play solo for a foreseeable future.
You know you’re wrong.
You shouldn’t lose your temper, or your faith, this easily at Jason.
The stern line of your coach’s mouth is enough to tell you that he won’t participate in a conversation unless you apologize to Jason. Your eyes flit down, already rimming red, not from embarrassment or grief—you delay dealing with any emotions that even contain a sliver of shame until you’re soaking in your ice-cold bath—but from the sweat that managed to slip into them.
You blink that sour tinge of salt under your lashes away, fingers tight over your hips as you gather your words.
“I…” you begin but then you commit the mistake of looking at Jason's face. Not because he makes you feel guilty of your cruel outburst.
But because…
He is fucking crying.
All snot and tears and silent sobs with his head hung low.
“What the fuck?” you whisper before you can swallow that in. “What the actual…FUCK!?”
Unsurprisingly, Jason’s coach pulled him out of your duo and even out of the tournament after the ‘irreversible damage’ your corrosiveness caused to his self-esteem.
The guy practically worshipped you and was among the firsts to reach out to you after you announced your return to the game but not in singles and offered to be your doubles partner.
Fortunately, you still have an army of fanboys formed before your injury—when you were still the next hot thing—ready to jump at the opportunity to play with you.
Unfortunately, you don’t want any of them.
After your outburst, your coach left it up to you to decide whom you can play with without earning charges of manslaughter. Such a tough fucking job…because ever since you picked the racket up at age five, you’ve been a solo player. An aggressive, controlling one at that.
For you, the tennis court has been like your bed. And though you might fuck them in the bathrooms, on the kitchen counter, or even on the floor—you never take any lovers to bed.
Even after your hiatus, your game hasn’t rusted. You can still reach all the spots, get yourself closer to the sweetness of getting it, hit the perfect angles…you just need a little support. Someone who can calm you down as you begin riling up to a point of mania and risk aggravating your wounds. Someone who can reach the places you can’t…
(God, you really need to learn how to separate the ideas of tennis from sex in your mind.)
As you make your way down the bleachers, the impatient, chatty crowd hushes down enough that you can hear your wedges as they click soft against each stair. You’re out of your usual pristine tennis skirts and instead donning a killer denim that dips into the curves of your ass and waist like a second, more alluring skin. Your enormous sunglasses are a silent barrier between you and those who wish to talk to you. You’re in no mood to stroke your ego by signing autographs and taking selfies.
Instead, you’re here to watch some good tennis at the men’s singles and potentially hunt a new partner for yourself.
You sit down on the seat that is right across the net—one which allows an impartial view of both the players. Flipping your diary open, you begin continuing the notes you’ve taken on all the players so far.
Another two hours, another disappointing game.
The court has begun chilling down as the sun begins to set and you regret not bringing a jacket. Thankfully, for some reason, the crowd hasn’t dissipated so there’s still that elemental body heat from the audience around you keeping your teeth from chattering.
The last game of the day is about to start in ten minutes. The crowd should be leaving by now, especially after the boring disappointments of lousy back and forths that were the last games. Yet, everyone holds their breaths.
“I am telling you, he still has it in him.” Someone from behind you murmurs, making your ears perk up.
Honestly, you like to believe in the opinion of the fans who stay back late to watch the games more than you believe the professional statisticians of the game. These fans are the ones who know the ins and outs better simply because of the selfless passion they harbor for the sport—just how a fangirl of Justin Bieber would know more about him than some journalist from PopCrave.
“I don’t know if he still has it or nah,” the man’s friend answers, “I just love watching that guy play. He's fascinating.”
You can’t stop yourself from turning around, pushing your sunnies up and asking, “I’m sorry to be eavesdropping but who are you guys talking about?”
The men’s eyes widen with recognition in tandem at the sight of your face. They whisper your name under their breaths like you’re some mythical legend, a mermaid or a nymph, taking form in front of their bare eyes.
“I…is that…oh…” one of them stutters.
You raise your eyebrows, nodding a little impatiently, “yes, it indeed is me. Now tell me who are you guys talking about?”
“We…I’m sorry, is your knee alright now?”
“Yeah.”
“Are you positive? I heard you’re back in the game…has it healed completely?”
“Wanna test it out by seeing if I can kick your balls right back into your bladder with it?”
The two of them blink, surprised. But you quickly fake a laugh to show them that you’re joking (you aren’t), and they laugh regardless.
“Kidding!” You raise your hands up in surrender, grinning with all your teeth out on display, “I’m curious, who were you talking about?”
Just as the man is about to open his mouth, the referee announces on his mic. “Ladies and gentlemen, this final round match will be the best of three tie-breaker sets. To the left of the chair, William Donovan. To the right of the chair, Yoon Jeonghan.”
“Will’s fucking incompetent,” you mutter, “so it’s the other guy you were excited to see play?”
The man behind you nods eagerly and leans in, “Well, William isn’t that bad…not since he changed his coach. But, he doesn’t stand a chance against Jeonghan. This guy is just fucking insane but he’s underrated. I’m sure you’d be able to see value in him.”
“Mhmm,” you respond, as the match begins. “Tell me more about him.”
“Just like you, he’s just back from a hiatus—”
“Hiatus ‘cause of what?”
“We don’t know…he was fucking amazing. Played Junior level at many international tournaments and won. But then he disappeared. For years.”
“Wait, how old is he?” you ask.
“Thirty.”
“Comeback at the age of retirement?” You remove your glasses fully, your head following the ball left and right as the game starts gaining heat. “That’s bold.”
And here you had thought your life was over because of knee boo-boo at twenty-two.
“Yeah, he’s eccentric like that. He has got a certain way of playing…and living, I guess?” The man says.
You nod slightly, too immersed in studying the game to pay head to him. Before you, an enigma—not a game—unfolds. Nobody can tell what it is about this game that is pushing them further and further off their seats. Judging by his face, you know that even William can’t figure out what it is making him lose control like that.
With every hit, William gets more jittery…almost as if Jeonghan, whose stance is looser than any tennis player’s you’ve witnessed so far in your life, is sucking the energy and calm out of him.
Even the referee squirms in his high-chair.
No one can figure out this energy that is overflowing the court and inching further and further up their toes until they curl.
Oh, but you do.
You definitely know what’s going on. In fact, you deduced it within the first five minutes of this game.
“This man is fucking annoying.” You scoff, your head not bobbing from left to right unlike everyone else’s, but fixed on Jeonghan who smiles as he lands a low-effort smash. “And I must have him.”
As per the rules, you’re not supposed to be here.
But for someone who wears penalties like a badge, there’s no way in hell that you’re going to honor the rules of some challenger tournament of some no-name country-club.
As you stand there high in your heels, your hands folded right under your chest as the material of your denim grows damp from the sheer amount of steam emanating from the men’s shower rooms, you try not to let your eyes drop down to anyone’s crotch.
The place reeks of sweat and an abhorrent amount of Axe-body spray. You scrunch your nose in disgust—at the smell and at the guys who are in a frenzy of covering themselves up since the moment you walked in not even a whole minute ago.
As if you’re interested in knowing what they got going down there at the moment.
“Where’s Yoon Jeonghan?” you demand to the nearest player who has managed to wrap a towel around himself.
“Uhm…wha–wait, are you—”
“Yes, I am her. And yes I am not supposed to be here,” you exhale, then repeat yourself, “where’s Yoon Jeonghan?”
Your glasses have begun fogging up from the steam of the room so you don’t notice him as he makes his way out of one of the shower stalls with a towel tossed haphazardly over his shoulders while his worn-out sweatpants ride low on his hips.
His presence looms near you for a second before you feel the weight of it settle beside you, his voice smooth like fresh clay as he says, “You know, you could have asked for my number like a normal fan instead of crashing my post-match shower party like an insane one.”
You shoot him a glare. “Me? A fan of yours? Get over yourself Mr. Yoon.”
“Really?” He says, stretching a t-shirt that has a mustard stain on it over his abs. You don’t miss how his tight muscles flex under his skin as he continues, “With the way you were eyeing me throughout the match and followed me here, you could have fooled me.”
“I intend to talk to you.” You state, ignoring him.
“And I intend to catch the last bus home and rest.” He says, slinging his kit over his shoulder and walking past you with that slouched posture and that ‘I know you’re gonna follow me’ smirk.
You do.
But not for long because the moment you’re both out of the building, you grab hold of his backpack and jerk him back. Despite being evidently stronger than you, he doesn’t fight back—just shakes his head with a knowing laugh and turns around, “What?”
“I said,” you clench your teeth, “I must talk to you.”
If his indifference towards you so far hadn’t made it clear that Jeonghan was one of those few who didn’t follow your update pages on Instagram, the demeaning manner in which he bends down to your eye level to show you just how much smaller he thinks you are than him—physically and skillfully—it makes it very evident that Jeonghan isn’t one of your fans.
“And I said,” he begins, almost as if speaking to a child or someone stupid, “that I need to go home and rest. Had a long day of winning matches, y’know? Not all of us enroll in and out of games as per our conveniences, Miss Grand-slam seeker.”
With another half-smile, he begins retreating back to his full height—only if you allow him. Because just as he’s about to, you grab a fistful of his hair, keeping him stationed in front of your face.
“Listen to me and listen to me very carefully dickhead,” you whisper, dangerously low, “I know how hilarious it is to make fun of me for fucking my timeline up and being here with you low-lives when I was predicted to be winning the US-open last year. But don’t you fucking forget that I made this sport hot when I came into the scene.”
There is no way anyone can deny that fact. It was the virality of your fierceness on court, your swagger and approach to the game that brought the attention of social-media and eventually the general public back to tennis. And when that attention began bleeding hot, investors circled it like sharks—pouring more money, arranging more frequent tournaments.
There is a reason why you can yell at Jason like he isn’t your peer.
There is a reason why you can barge into the men’s shower rooms without worrying about any disciplinary consequences.
There is a reason why you can pull Jeonghan by his hair to meet your eyes and listen to you even as his last bus departs.
Not because you are the best player in the world right now—you lost that position the day your knee gave out during the second set of your final game in Tokyo. But because you still hold something more valuable than any ranking, any medal, or any past glory.
You hold the power to make people care about the game again.
And that's a damn rare thing.
The kind of thing that no amount of time off or injury can take away from you.
“I’m the reason why this country club even thought of investing enough money to organize this tournament where people like you can try over again. So you’re going to listen to me Yoon Jeonghan when I tell you to.”
Several moments pass in silence. Your fingers are still buried deep in the lush tresses of his hair—your grip has loosened, but it has only made the sensory pleasure of feeling it tickle between your soft skin heighten even more. Yoon Jeonghan is effortlessly beautiful when he plays…midnight hair flowing in the wind almost as if he has a truce with the air to never make him look bad, clear skin dotted with a faint sheen of sweat that looks more like a gloss on him, pink tongue peeking out occasionally when he delivers a killer shot. But up close? He is ethereal. His eyes are darker as he stares at you with no emotion, just heat.
His lips part, but no words come out. Just a puff of air. Barely.
You don’t know if he’s scoffing at you or if that’s his nervous laugh.
“It’s the last one.” He says, finally.
“What?”
“The bus, it really is the last one.”
You finally let his hair go, “I can drive you.”
Jeonghan straightens up, rolls his eyes like in a day full of 4 am practice, brutal warmup, jittery waiting and a ferocious match against William—you are the name that tops his list of inconveniences. But he follows you regardless, loose limbed and all smiles as you march ahead of him.
“I want you to play doubles with me.” You cut straight to the chase.
It has been ten minutes of total silence in your car. Jeonghan has made no visible attempts to try to thin this ice out, nor does he show any interest beyond a single brow raise at your offer.
“Why me?” He finally asks.
“Because I know that after watching you play today, there are going to be others approaching you to get you to play with them. And you’re fucking annoying on the court…you play a game of percentages trying to wear your opponent out instead of playing it to win. And I’d rather have you behind me than have you against me.”
“So this is why you entered the den of penises and unwashed men?” he smirks, referring to the stunt you pulled earlier, “you were afraid someone else was going to pluck me out before you could get your claws on me?”
“Congrats, you possess reasoning and comprehensive capabilities.”
Jeonghan, unlike everyone else, glosses over your snippy remark. “Well, what if I don’t want to play doubles?”
“I know you do.” You glance over at him momentarily, “I know you’re going to play singles, doubles, challengers, tournaments—whatever that'll make you qualify for the US Open in either category. You cannot afford deselection this year, you’re already 30 and have a leg of your game in the grave no matter how much of a smartass you are. With me, you just have a better chance at winning and climbing the ranks quicker. Not to mention the attention of advertisers and investors that comes with my name.”
He leans back comfortably in your passenger seat. No one has ever dared to relax like that in your car, in your space, the way Jeonghan does with his feet up your dashboard.
He smirks, “Woah…you really love playing God, don’t you?”
“And you love acting like the devil even though you’re a gremlin at best.”
“What if I say no to you and join someone else? I haven’t seen you play in over a year since your injury, you could be struggling to even hold the racket right for all I care—”
He pauses when he realizes just how much you’ve slowed the car down and how the two of you are in the middle of the path in the town that passes through the jungle.
He suppresses a shudder when you speak next, “Jeonghan. Don’t you ever dare doubt my game.”
“Fair,” he quickly recovers. “But my dilemma still stands. What if I join hands with someone else and do what I do best—wear you out playing against you? I still get to win. Apart from a few additional ads for fuckass protein supplements, I don’t see how your offer benefits me at all.”
“Okay well first, no one in this no name challenger is gonna take me down no matter how much you try.” You speak, swerving the wheel effortlessly, “And second, if I see your annoying ass in the competition with someone else across from me, you best believe I will smash the ball so hard in your fucking face that your liver would be digesting your own teeth for weeks, Jeonghan.”
You don’t allow yourself to look at what amount of displeasure or fear must be on his face as you slow down before finally killing the engine in front of the building he gave you the address of. If you did, you’d find none. Just utter fascination as Jeonghan watches you with this glint in his eyes.
“Give it a thought.” You sigh, still not looking.
You hear him shuffle out of the car, snapping the door shut with a swift click. Just as you’re about to restart the engine, someone knocks at your window. Jeonghan. You roll the glass down, with a quirked brow.
He leans against your door coolly, his knuckles reaching forward to brush against your cheek and it takes everything within you to not shudder at that smooth display of charm from him.
“I will.”
You blink, half confused, half annoyed. “Think about it?”
“No.” he laughs.
“Then what?”
“I will play with you, sweetpea.”
“Got it!” He calls out.
That still doesn’t stop you from bolting back to where the ball goes hurling towards your doubles partner—Jeonghan.
Maybe it’s just muscle-memory and the trauma of playing with Jason, you still feel the need to carry the entire game on your shoulders. Thankfully, unlike Jason, Jeonghan does honor his call and hits the ball.
But your distraction costs you, so when your coach hits a ball in the area you are designated to cover on the court, you’re unable to reach it on time.
Jeonghan rushes forward, hitting it for you but you both slam into each other by the end of it.
The whistle blows just as you crash into his chest, preparing to collapse down on concrete. But strong arms hug you whole, pulling you further into his hard body and stabilizing your fall.
“You alright?” He asks instead of getting mad at you.
The steady streak of sweat dripping down his chin gets lost in your equally damp hair—an evidence that just like you, he believes in working hard even in practice sessions.
You nod as best as you can considering Jeonghan is practically crushing you into himself.
When he finally lets loose, it comes with a displeased sigh, “You gotta start trusting me. You could end up hurting yourself like that.”
“I do trust you,” you lie, breathing hard, “I guess I’m just still used to Jason.”
Jeonghan’s hands fly up to his hips as he shrugs, “then unlearn.”
“It’s not that easy.”
Your coach is near the two of you now. “He’s right. You gotta let loose now…Jeonghan’s evidently more responsible than Jason. Had he not caught you right now, you could have cracked your knee again.”
You wince at the memory of what had happened last year—the snapping sound loud enough to override all the cheers from the audience, the sharp pain that shot through your entire body and jolted your spine as you stumbled down, the animalistic scream that tore apart from your lips…
You squirm, “I’ll…I’ll be more careful.”
The coach nods. “Let’s call it a day for today. Tomorrow, 6 a.m.”
With that, he leaves you with your partner to discuss what just happened more informally. Sometimes you think if your coach even cares about you anymore ever since you disobeyed his strategies and got hurt. You don’t want to think much about him, but you do find yourself shooting daggers at his retreating back. He should be here solving this for you…
Instead, Jeonghan steps closer.
“Tell me what you need.” He says.
“What do you mean?” you dab the towel he hands you over your neck.
“Tell me what you need from me to trust me in this.”
“I do trust you.”
“You don’t.”
You huff, feeling too cold and too exposed all of a sudden now that your adrenaline has run out. The sweat acts like a cooling agent in the evening wind making goosebumps dot your skin under the twilight. Something lodges in your throat, and no amount of the water you gulp down can clear it up. You haphazardly attempt to zip your jacket up, your clammy fingers unable to grab hold of it.
Wordlessly, Jeonghan steps in, taking the ends of your jacket from your fingers, straightening the material and slowly pulling it together.
“Let me,” he whispers, slotting the zipper in its place over your lower abdomen.
The movement is gentle, almost deliberate, like he's aware of the subtle tension that hangs in the air between the two of you. His hands brush against your skin as he pulls the zipper upward, the cool metal of the zipper clicking softly with each motion.
“Better?” His voice is quiet now, different from the careless energy that usually lights him up.
You nod, not trusting yourself with words in a moment whose weight is already crushing your ribs. You’re too aware of everything now. Of the ghost of his arms from when he had hugged you to stop you from falling just minutes ago. Of the sheer closeness of him as his perfume—that of fresh cut grass and aftershave—invades your senses.
You’re also aware of how your skirt flutters in the cold air and how the material of your stockings stick to your sweaty skin, almost begging to be peeled away. It really doesn’t help that amidst all this overstimulation, you can feel his eyes—clear and burning—all over your face as you begin to flush.
“I just…” you begin, licking your lips that feel too dry now, “Jason was my third partner in the last seven months. They all always disappoint me. I know you’re a better player than all of them but I guess I just need to give my body some time to trust you.”
“Oh.” is all he says.
You don’t know if he understands you or not, but the way he smooths his hands over yours makes it feel like he does. He intertwines his fingers with yours, locking his thumbs with yours in a manner that slots you to him like you’re a piece of some puzzle. Perfectly cut-out for him.
“Come with me.” He whispers, pulling you along.
“I really don’t get what you’re trying to do.” You grunt, feeling the armour that you had slipped off during that rare moment of vulnerability with him on court tightening itself back again over your skin.
“I’m trying to introduce you to the local clubbing scene.” he shrugs like it’s nothing.
“I don’t know if the cold shower froze your brain enough to forget this but we need to be on court for practice at six tomorrow.” You shove your phone in his face, “it’s already nine.”
“Chill.” He smirks, “if we want this to work out, you gotta trust me enough to bring you back on time for practice. Just a little experiment.”
That shuts you up. You don’t trust him. Not absolutely. And you know that you’ll be saying ‘I told you so’ when the coach screams in his face tomorrow morning. But you also know that trust is an exercise built over time, so for now, you shove all your ‘told you sos’ in your purse and focus on the other issue at hand.
“I’m clearly not dressed for clubbing.” you point to the grey joggers and black sweatshirt you had put on after showering, not knowing that when Jeonghan asked you to meet him after dinner, he wanted to take you out to party.
He glances at you, “you look just fine.”
“Says the one in denim and leather jacket.” You grumble, staring out of the window. It’s not like you care too much about what the local townspeople would think if you showed up to a club like this, your God-complex has already made you immune to insecurity.
But you’re also a young woman in her twenties who would love to party the right way. Perhaps a little dress, some smoky eyes and high heels wouldn’t hurt right now.
Beside you, on the driver’s seat, Jeonghan chuckles. “Here.” He tosses something at you.
It’s a package. You blink in confusion as you tear it open to survey the contents of it—a black mini dress and matching pumps. No, your black mini and your black pumps.
“What the…” you begin before your voice booms, “you broke into my room and stole my clothes?”
Jeonghan glances over at you with an innocent grin, his hands still firmly gripping the wheel as he drives. "I didn’t break in," he says, his voice smooth and teasing. “I just entered, the door was unlocked.”
“What?” You can’t believe this…you must’ve been too tired and disgusted by your own sweat to care about locking your door. “Doesn’t excuse you from the fact that you went through my things!”
"I just borrowed them." He shrugs casually, as if the entire situation is just a small inconvenience. "I figured you’d want to feel like yourself tonight."
You stare at him, half shocked, half amused, unsure of whether you should be mad or impressed. "Are you serious right now?" you huff, glaring at the dress and heels in your lap. "You went into my room and borrowed my clothes? Without asking?"
Jeonghan doesn’t even flinch, "I know what works for ladies. The black dress is always a winner.
“You’re fucking creepy, dude.” You say, but clutching the package in your hand, you begin climbing in his backseat regardless.
“Hey, hey, hey!” he laughs, losing control momentarily when your inner thigh brushes against his hand on the gear, “at least warn me before you rub yourself all over me baby, you could have got us killed.”
“Why? I trust you to drive us safely even through some turbulence.” you smile sweetly at his reflection in the rear-view mirror, “now let me change. Creep.”
He just shakes his head, focusing back on driving.
And though your gaze remains fixed on his eyes to catch him being a creep again as you change in his backseat, you don’t ignore the fact that Jeonghan never steals a glance. Not even once.
The club is unlike anything you’ve gotten used to in the city. It is more of a garage at the back of somebody’s house. This place has that underground vibe. The air smells faintly of smoke and cheap floral perfume, and you can hear the distant clink of bottles being opened and the hum of low voices, too many people packed into a small space.
You step inside, your heels clicking against the uneven concrete floor. The lighting is dim, and there’s a long bar to the left, an assortment of people lounging on leather couches in various corners, and a few groups dancing wildly near the DJ booth.
Jeonghan has already got that grin on his face, the one that’s mischievous, like he’s got a secret as he pulls you toward the dance floor. His hand never lets go of yours, guiding you past a circle of people moving to the beat.
People give you an appreciative look as you pass them, some unabashedly checking out your shapely limbs or the natural tan of your skin—all a product of your labor on the court.
“Wanna dance?” Jeonghan shouts over his shoulder for you.
“Yeah!” You say, surprising even yourself.
Usually, you would allow yourself some time to ease into it. Perhaps grab a drink or two, talk shit with whoever you’re partying with, maybe flirt with the strangers, or even allow yourself to feel giddy about it when someone inevitably recognizes you.
But Jeonghan just pulls you into the core of this party with him like a whirlwind. He stops near a cooler to grab some drinks—two cans of cherry-cola for the both of you.
“I want something harder!” you say, actively making a bad decision that’ll impact your practice tomorrow but honestly—who cares when your body is already bopping to the music.
Jeonghan smiles and switches your soft-drink for a beer. He sticks with his cola though, being the designated driver that he is.
The moment you step into the crowd, the music wraps around you, and it’s like the world narrows down to just this—the thumping bass, the flashing lights, and the rhythm of everyone moving together.
Already having downed half the contents of your watery beer, you start to feel the tension melt away. Jeonghan’s already swaying to the music, his smile wide, his head bobbing to the beat like it’s second nature.
You can’t help but laugh, the sound swallowed by the music as Jeonghan pulls you closer. “See? Told you it’s not that bad,” he yells over the noise.
“The beer for sure is!” you retort, “is it even alcoholic?”
Jeonghan shakes his head and your eyes widen in surprise. But you only giggle, swatting him as you dance, “You tricked me!”
“I don’t want you getting drunk tonight,” he speaks next to your ear, breathing hot down your neck, “I asked for your trust and I am not gonna let you regret this when you have to run drills hungover tomorrow.”
Jeonghan’s hand is on your waist now, guiding you through a series of steps, not so much dancing as just moving.
“Oh come on!” you whine, stomping your feet a little, your hands collide against his biceps but he does nothing to remove them, “a little fun never hurts anyone—OW!”
Someone bumps into you from behind, effectively making your body mash into Jeonghan’s harder one. The sheer material of the dress doesn’t do much to shield your softer flesh from the heat of his rigid muscles. Or how his grip over you tightens. That little moment is enough to summon what you’ve been trying to forget for hours now—the weight of his hands on you when he hugged you, the brush of his knuckles when he zipped your jacket up, the steady presence of this tension that surges higher and higher with each boundary that you cross with him.
Jeonghan watches you intently, moving a little slower now. There is something unreadable, yet unmistakable, in his eyes now…that slow gleam of a decision being made. And just when you think he’s about to act on that decision, he straightens up a little to allow his fingers to slip something inside his mouth.
“A little fun?” he whispers, low and smoky, but you catch it—the little white pill in his mouth. “You sure ‘bout that, sweetpea?”
You nod almost docilely, watching him stick his tongue out just enough for you to see the white pill on top of it.
You don’t know what it is.
You don’t care to find out.
Because the challenge in his eyes is too inviting…and the tendency to accept a challenge isn’t something that flows in your blood—but it is something that is stitched inside your very bones.
You crane your neck enough to capture his mouth between your own and for a moment, you forget the pill when the knowledge of the fact that you’re kissing your doubles partner crashes down on you. Jeonghan doesn’t allow you a window to ruminate about the complexities that this kiss is going to give birth to when he tightens his fingers over your waist and pulls you even closer. Your legs stumble in your heels but you realize you don’t need your balance now that Jeonghan has you leaning most of your weight on him. He angles his mouth to deepen the kiss, his teeth grazing over your bottom lip gently at first before he bites down hard on it.
Your whine of pain laced with euphoria is muffled in his smirking mouth as he begins sucking on your lip. It is that when you remember what led to this—the pill.
Throwing your arms around his neck, it is your turn to push his head deeper in your mouth for some exploration. Your tongue crashes against his with a heated passion, fighting for dominance. He gladly allows you to ravage his mouth only stealing little kisses here or playful nibbles there as you look for the pill. By the time you’re able to steal it away from his mouth, it is melted in half.
First, the mint registers—you thought it was just the taste of him. But by the time the pill melts fully into sugary sweetness in your mouth, you realize:
“It was a fucking tic-tac!” you accuse, grinning regardless.
“You thought I’d give you molly or what?” He says, dragging his fingers up to your hair and pulling your mouth back into his own. “This is more addicting anyways.”
“Yeah,” you agree into the searing hot kiss, letting him take complete charge of this one.
It is wet, it is wild—the way your teeth clash or the way you survive on each other’s labored breaths. Your lips are bruised red now but he doesn’t stop devouring them until they’re swollen. Leaving you breathless, he begins kissing his way down your cheek, your chin, all the way to the column of your neck leaving wet imprints behind. He licks at the expanse of your smooth skin before sinking his teeth into the patch right below your ear. You moan, snaking your palms down from his hair and onto his shoulders.
While he is busy stamping you with maroon hickies, you do some nibbling of your own when you begin biting down on his neck before peppering smaller, apologetic kisses to the skin you just abused. You graze your teeth against the low stubble on his jaw, causing him to let out a disgruntled sound.
“Fuck, you’re feisty.” He says, bringing his palms down to grab fistfulls of the flesh of your ass, kneading it between his long fingers.
Instinctively, your fingers fly to grip his veiny forearms because the more he gropes your ass, the higher your dress rides.
“Jeonghan…” you whine, debating if you should stop him or not.
“No one can see us, sweetpea.” He smirks, then grabs your cheeks between his long fingers, making your lips pout as he jerks your face around to look at the thick crowd—everyone is immersed in themselves, the flashing neon green making everything look like nothing more than some hallucination. “See? Now will you let me play with your ass?”
You answer him by scratching your nails all the way up his forearms until they’re digging deep into his shoulders as you kiss him. Jeonghan eagerly responds, pinching your flesh and using it to position you in a manner so that your hips are flush to it. You sway some more, feeling your crotch rub directly against the tent in his jeans making him break the kiss with a painful moan.
His mouth is set in a straight line as he glares down on you. The very next moment, you think the lights are playing tricks on you when he disappears from your sight. That’s when you realize he has spun you around and now cages your arms into his own from behind—such is the amount of control you’ve lost over yourself and handed to him in a silver platter.
“Come on,” he whispers from behind you, his hard length digging against the curve of your ass, “bend over for me the way you do when you’re about to land a drop-shot.”
You blink surprised, arching over in the position he’s referring to regardless, “you’ve studied my game videos?”
“Oh,” he coos, snaking an arm around your belly and pulling you closer, “they’re my pornos.”
You smile, more pleased than you should be. “Me too.”
You begin thrusting against Jeonghan’s groin, hard, your whole body becoming very aware of the firm bulge in his jeans as he begins thrusting right back.
“Look at you, sweetpea. Shaking your sweet little ass on me.” As overheated as you are, Jeonghan’s dirty comment sends a shiver through your body.
Jeonghan brushes your damp hair from over your neck, pulling it to a side to kiss your spine and shoulders from behind, leaving marks there too. The patch between your legs grow damper with every kiss, your panties feeling stickier with every thrust. The more he gyrates you against himself, the closer you feel to this heightened pleasure. But not enough.
“God fuck me!” You tell him, straightening up so that your back his flush to his chest, “fuck me Jeonghan.”
“Here?” he blinks, not expecting this sudden demand.
Your hair is wild and sweaty, getting all over your face and mouth. You can only imagine how insane you might look right…almost like an animal in heat when you press his palm over your abdomen.
“No one can see, no one will know.” You tell him, “please…your fingers, your dick, anything!”
Jeonghan’s mouth tilts into a demeaning smirk when that plea leaves your lips. He’s so clearly enjoying this. And if there’s anything you know about Jeonghan, it’s what you deduced about him first—Jeonghan loves to play a game of percentages. He wears people out until the game is fully at his mercy.
Without even you realizing, he just wore you out too until you are here in his arms, begging for his mercy.
From the unnecessarily hard hug on the court, to the deliberate zipping up of your jacket, the flirtations in his car, the tricks of his tongue with the pill—it was all his game to pull you into this chasm of pleasure that you know you can’t climb out of without his assistance. Without letting him play alongside you. Without surrendering some of your control to him and his trust.
You both stare at each other, now fully aware of what is unfolding more than ever. He waits for something from you, anything. A word, a sign, a gesture.
You give him a kiss…it is your way of telling him you’re in on his strategy from here on.
One of his hands disappears between your legs while the other clutches your own to bring it to his crotch. When his fingers dip into your heat, right over the lacy fabric of your panties, he groans.
“You’ve been standing here getting this wet, sweetpea?” He chastises.
Carefully, he pushes the fabric of your underwear away as you struggle with the zipper of his denim. It shouldn’t be this hard, undoing his fly and putting your hand inside his boxers, but his fingers go straight to business as he begins rubbing rapid circles over your aching folds. You nearly scream, toppling over but he grips your waist to stabilize you.
Somehow, you undo him and feel his hard dick slap your inner thigh when your shivering fingers manage to pull it out of its restraints.
Almost as if the DJ is in on with this debauchery between the two of you, the song changes to some nasty track by the Weeknd just as Jeonghan’s fingers gain a maddening rhythm over your clit. You bite down hard on your palm as he relentlessly rubs you, his thumb flirting with the idea of penetrating you as your gaping hole aches for something, anything.
Just as the orgasm catches up to you in blinding waves of thick, hot lust under the flashing neons, Jeonghan gives you something thicker, more substantial than his thumb. He doesn’t even line himself up or stretch you to accommodate, he just slams himself inside of you, stuffing you full while you’re grappling with the throes of your first release. Your knees buckle again, but he holds you up and sways your body back down, fucking you to the rhythm of the music by slamming your hips onto his own again and again until there are actual tears streaming down your face.
His fingers slip over your warmth, spreading your soaked lips to help you get used to him. His other hand cups one of your bouncing breasts to distract you from the searing pleasure or heighten it even more—you don’t know. He slides inside and out of you over and over again, almost with no restraint in long, impatient strokes, opening your tight heat much more than anyone had ever before. He is large, but from behind, like this, it’s a wonder how you’re able to take him.
The more you whimper, the more you wriggle to get used to his thickness, the harder he squeezes your breast reassuringly, occasionally rubbing your spine with his free hand. You can feel the sheer maleness of him, the hard muscles pressing tight behind your thighs as you spasm around him again. He is stretching you so open, penetrating you so deep and wild in the middle of a fucking dance club. His free hand switches between your cunt and your breasts as he continues pounding inside of you.
At one point, you accidentally grab onto the arm of the girl in front of you. She doesn’t turn around, pays no attention and you sigh in relief because if she did, she would have found you with your eyes glazed wide and mouth hanging limp as the man behind you possessively clutches your hips and moves it against his own. You wonder how much time would it take her to realize what was going on…to see that this wasn’t just another couple grinding on each other with the music, and whether she’d be repulsed by it or into it?
Lust takes over you completely as you let your head thud lifelessly against Jeonghan’s shoulders. You were still reeling from the consequences of your first orgasm delivered by his skillful fingers when he slammed his dick inside of you, and you can already feel the telltale buildup of your next one. It’s almost as if he fully intends on making you go mad tonight.
You bury your nose under his jaw, trying to breathe his scent in as he begins fucking you with shorter, jerkier thrusts now. The force of them rattles your entire body, making your breasts bounce wildly against his palms. He tugs at your nipples through your dress, while you find yourself matching his lewd hunger with erratic movements of your own hips.
“God look at you,” he mumbles into your neck, “what if some fan of yours recognized you here, like this?”
“Lucky day for them cause I’d give them a kiss.” You manage to blabber, seeking out his lips.
“You know,” he says, pulling your lip between his teeth and letting it go with a wet pop while slowing down to a more sensual rhythm, grinding into you instead of fucking you open, “I could see the exact moment where you got all sex-crazed. It was when I mentioned tennis…your game-videos, wasn’t it?”
You nod eagerly, craving the earlier pace but not complaining much about the current one either—it’s not like you can do anything about it when he has you in an iron grip and moves your bodies whatever way he likes.
“I bet you get all worked up while playing, yeah?”
“Yes!” you hiss, the pleasure in your groin swelling into something more dangerous, “Jeonghan, please—”
His fingers find your clit again, pinching it between them. “And when you win, it’s like an orgasm?”
“Almost…” you mewl, as he begins plunging in and out again, “it…it’s never this good.”
“Then let’s make sure that it is from here on.”
He begins filling you deeper than before, his fingers rubbing your clit more and more firmly. Oh God, you weren’t going to last long like this. His low moans in your ears overtake the music as his fingers and dick send you crashing over the edge all over again. You moan helplessly with no one but him to hear you in a room full of people.
His sure touch coaxes your melting cunt to quiver and spasm even more on the unyielding rod thrusting into you, his thick fingers urging more ripples of pleasure.
“Come on sweetpea, come on, just one more.” He whimpers in your ear, hugging you tight.
Your body buzzes but obeys him regardless, you can’t stop. You gasp when your eyes meet his dark ones under this electrifying neon as one of his hands tighten into your hair and pull it hard, making you look at him. You’re grateful for one of his strong hands on your waist—the only thing keeping you from collapsing on the ground as he comes inside of you with soft, satisfied groans and deep rhythmic thrusts.
He levers your body, closing his eyes and letting his sweaty forehead fall against your shoulder as he empties himself inside of you with broken gasps. You let out a few, ragged breaths before collapsing into him too.
Somehow, he manages to zip himself up and smooth your dress down, pulling you out of the club. All throughout your drive back, you steal kisses from him, squirming in your seat because the awareness of the sticky mess he made between your thighs keeps you from staying still. When you find it hard to walk back to your room, gasping as the remnants of him run down your thighs, he carries you in his arms and tucks you in your bed.
The clock by your bed reads 2 a.m.
You’re supposed to be on court with him in the next 4 hours. You stretch your arms wide, inviting him to bed with you.
“I wasn’t lying,” he says sometime during the night as he spoons you from behind.
“About what?” You ask.
“About turning those ‘almost’ orgasms of winning a game into real ones.”
You try to hide your smile into your pillow…the pillow that is seeing you let a man sleep beside you in your bed for the first time ever.
REBLOG, COMMENT AND INTERACT JUSEYO YEOROBUNNN <3
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PAIRINGS: Childhood best friends, roommates, Joshua x AFAB!reader
WORDS: 3k + some change
WARNINGS: MINORS DNI!!! Straight up smut, sex toys (f. receiving), oral (f. receiving), very light choking, no protection (WRAP IT BEFORE YOU TAP IT!!)
SUMMARY: Joshua comes home from the bar to your shared apartment and finds a very... tempting sight before him. Before he can make any rash decisions, he hears the sweet calls of your voice. And oh... he is only a man.
It was a regular Saturday, a Saturday that should have seemed like no other. Except today was the first day you'd had off in weeks. Not only was it your off day, but your roommate was out for a few hours having some drinks with his friends. So today was bliss for you.
And your bliss? It finds itself wrapped in pretty pink silicone driven between your legs with ten levels of glorious vibration and several modes of suction. Perfect for your day off to give yourself some rest and relaxation.
Despite your few one night stands here and there you had been too busy to date, too busy to enjoy a good fuck and flee, and surely too busy to even please yourself. Let alone being able to do any of these things would mean finding a day where your roommate was also busy.
It's not that you don't enjoy Joshua's presence, you do. That's exactly why you moved in with him. The economy has failed so hard that living with your childhood best friend seemed like your only option. However, telling your childhood best friend that you have had the hots for him since you were in high school? That would make or break your friendship, you weren't exactly ready to make that jump in the water.
Which brings you to the situation you currently found yourself in. Your breath heavy, unregulated as the heels of your feet dug into your plush mattress. Each breath fading into a whimper as you felt your release crawling slowly up your spine.
You felt the silicone toy press deeper into your folds as you let out a choked moan. You couldn't count on your fingers and toes how many times you've cum, or how long you've been pleasing yourself. All you know is there's a deeper itch to scratch because you couldn't get yourself to the high you were chasing.
Immediately your thoughts shifted to Joshua, and you let out a whimper when you thought about him between your thighs. His tongue roaming around your slick folds, lapping up all the juices that spilled from. It made your walls flutter thinking about it.
"Shua.." You whined out as you pressed the vibrator harder against your swollen clit. Practically begging for a figure that's not there.
You thought about his cock, if it was as big as you imagined it. Fucking you relentlessly as you whined, begging him to go faster, pleading for him to fuck you so hard you couldn't walk.
"Shua, please" You cried out as you bucked your hips against your new toy. The toy you wished was him. The toy you had imagined was your best friend. Fucking you dumb.
You were so deep into your own thoughts, you didn't even register that your roommate had come home. Shuffling through the front door with a slam.
He wasn't drunk, but he had a few drinks with his friends. Joshua surely wasn't as crazy as Jeonghan and Cheol made the night out to be. Luckily he picked up dinner on the way home, hoping that the two of you could enjoy a wind down movie night for a calming Saturday.
But when you didn't answer the door, he cracked it slightly only to see a cinematic masterpiece within itself. You whimpered and whined, gripping your own sheets as you played with yourself. Your nipples stiff in peaks and your slick pussy on display in front of him.
His face felt hot as he felt embarrassment creeping up his neck. Staring as you fucked yourself with the toy, your lewd noises filling the room.
"S-Sorry, I'll just uhm.. I-" He would be too embarrassed to admit the tent growing uncomfortably in his pants currently as he stared at you. Everything about this felt wrong.
But just as he turned to shut the door and leave, he heard you. He heard you calling for him. Practically begging for him to break his own don't fall for your best friend code.
"Shua, please.. Fuck–" He heard you cry out. He wanted to tell himself no.. but the hard problem in his pants had other ideas. And he couldn't resist you.. Not when you were practically calling and begging for him. It was all he needed to hear before he shut the door behind him and practically threw off his jacket.
From there he let his liquid courage drive him. Drive him to do things he would never do. Drive him to help you, to take care of you.
"Hey baby.." he whispered, crawling up into the bed and finding himself hovering over you.
When you opened your eyes to find your best friend staring down at you. His eyes filled with the emotion you need from him. You couldn't help but whine, you damn near thought he was a dream.
"Shua, I–" You choked out a whimper as his hand reached down to replace your grip on the toy.
"Poor, sweet baby.." He cooed as his lips found their way to trail over your jawline, dragging up to your ear as he whispered "Let me take care of you."
His words and tone were enough to make you cum. And before you knew it, your hands were trailing over his arms and gripping at the sleeves of his shirt. Joshua was lost in the taste of your skin alone, his tongue pressing against your pulse point before sucking down on your subtle skin.
You cried out as you felt him pressing the vibrator against your clit, gently wiggling it around to make your whole body shiver.
"Fuck, you have no clue what you do to me," he groaned against the curve of your neck. He turned the vibrator off before tossing it to the side, letting his fingers explore your slick. You whined as you felt him press two fingers inside you with no warning.
"You're so wet, so pretty.." he praised you as his eyes found yours again. "Tell me what you want princess, use your words" he asked as his fingers pumped in and out of you, curling against your sweet spot.
"You.. You, I need you–" You choked out a moan as you felt your walls flutter around his fingers.
And with those words he pulled his fingers away from you, licking the juices that ran down his digits. He groaned softly, "You taste so sweet.. s'good for me.." he said before peeling his clothes off.
He sat up between your legs. His fingers gently trailing over your skin before he reached for his belt buckle. He stood up, earning a whine from you as you watched him undressed.
"Shh, baby.. I'll be just a moment, then I'm all yours" he practically tore his belt apart before pulling his pants off. You gasped as you watched his erection spring to life in front of you. It was bigger than you thought it would be, which only made the heat between your thighs worse.
You went to press your thighs together, begging for any friction to please your rising heat. But Joshua wasn't having that.
As he climbed back onto the bed his hands found your knees, gently parting them to get a good look at your pussy.
"You're so pretty.." he muttered, almost to himself as he found himself leaning down. Pressing gentle kisses from your knees down to your inner thighs, hooking your legs over his shoulder. He mumbled praises to you, worshipping your every movement between kisses.
"I dreamed about you.. I've thought about you so fucking much.."
"Fuck, y/n, you don't know what you do to me.."
"I wanted you so badly. I needed you."
"I should've said something, M'so sorry baby.."
"I'm all yours for now and forever"
He praised you before kissing your swollen cunt. You cried out his name as tongue pushed its way between your folds. Your thighs automatically closed around his head and you felt him moan against you.
"Fuck.. Fuck, fuck!" You cry as his tongue draws quick circles over your clit. Your hands were shaking as you reached out for him. As your fingers tangled in his hair, his tongue only moved to work faster.
"You taste so good.." he moaned against your slick heat, earning loud whimpers from you as you bucked your hips against his face. "Good girl.. Good girl, that's it pretty"
The vibrations of his words against your cunt felt so good. You felt a knot forming deep in you, this felt better than any toy you've ever pleased yourself with.
"Shua.. Joshua, 'm gonna cum–" you cried out as you continued to buck your hips against him.
He groaned softly, gripping onto your hips enough to bruise your skin. "Such a good girl. Cum for me, baby" his words vibrated against you before sucking down on your clit. Which was enough to push you right over the edge, shaking violently as your climax gushed all over his face.
Joshua didn't complain, in fact he loved it. He lapped up your sweet juices before sitting up. And the sight before you was enough to make you cum again.
He looked pussy drunk off you. Your legs shaking against his shoulders as he shamelessly licked his lips, eyes half lidded and he stared at you. You were worse than any drug. He would drown in your pussy if he could. He used his fingers to wipe your cum off his face, before sucking it off them. He never took his eyes off you when he did.
"You taste better than I could have imagined," he huffed before pushing himself up further and flushing your bodies perfectly against each other. He pressed his lips to yours gingerly, as if you were going to shatter underneath him.
You felt his cock twitch against your core, smearing precum over your belly. With the little strength you had left in you, you gently wrapped your hand around his cock. Your thumb brushing over the tip and he let out a soft moan against your lips. You pressed your tongue past his lips and let your tongues melt together in a dance for dominance. You knew you wouldn't win, but it was fun to try.
He pulled your hand away from him and held it, breaking the kiss to stare into your eyes. Joshua's fingers laced between yours, rubbing his thumb into your palm.
"Tell me no.. Tell me no, and I'll walk away now and we can pretend this never happened.." He whimpered, staring into your eyes.
And as you stared at him, he was like a deer in headlights. He just stared at you with his big soft eyes. Like he wanted you to tell him no, but he was dying for a yes.
"I need you, Shua.. Please, I need you so bad" You whined as you pulled him back down against you. "Please, please don't leave"
And from there, it was over.
His mouth crashed back down against yours, tangling tongues like it was his sacred right. His one hand traveled its way up your body, finding itself planted on your breast as he gently pinched and rolled your nipple between his two fingers. While his free hand guided his cock inside you, earning a groan from you both.
"Fuck.. you're so tight, so warm" he praised against your mouth, stretching you out further with his cock. The length of his made your head spin.
As soon as he bottomed out in you, he pulled back and slammed against you making you cry out in pleasure. Your hands found their way to grip on his shoulders.
Soon the sounds of your uncontrolled moans and skin slapping were all that filled the apartment. With each snap his hips met yours.
You would have never believed that your childhood best friend would have you split on his cock. Legs tight around his waist with your ankles dug into the curve of his back. Your face was contorted, like your muscles couldn't control themselves. Your mouth fell open in an O shape as your eyes stared into his.
"Look at you.. falling apart on my cock," He laughed softly, his hips snapping flesh against yours. Hitting your g-spot perfectly, the curve of him moving in and out of you made you whimper. Like you were trying not to be loud. "Fuck—Fuck! You're so perfect, Even when you look fucked out, you're so perfect."
You felt one of his hands grip into your hip, his nails digging sharply into your skin as he fucked you deeper. His free hand trailed up your side, traveling through the middle of your body. Gently brushing his fingers between your breasts, and gently lingering against your neck. He leaned down and swallowed the gasp that fell from your lips when his hand tightened. Your lips moved in perfect sync, gently biting on your lower lip to make you gasp once more. He laughed softly, smirking only slightly as his tongue tangled with yours.
Your hands trailed over his back, and gripped down as you felt your core tighten. You started breathing heavier, arching your back to press further into him. Joshua pulled back from the kiss and trailed his lips down your jaw, past your neck and against your collarbone. You couldn't help but continue your whining, moans choking in your throat as you tried to keep quiet.
The hand that was once tightened around your neck curved against the back of your neck as he brought his head up to make eye contact once more. "C'mon pretty.. Let me hear you, tell me who's making you feel so good."
"J-Joshua-" You cried out, moaning louder towards the end. You couldn't gather your thoughts or words together when you felt his pace quicken. "Joshua! Please– Fuck!"
His hips snapped deeper against you, and you felt the tip of his head press against your g-spot relentlessly.
"So good! Y-You feel so good," You cried out as your nails grippy his skin, trying to hold on as you felt your orgasm build in your core. He moaned as he felt the pressure of your nails in his back, causing you to cry out his name.
"Fuck.. You're so tight. You gonna cum princess? Let me feel you cum around my cock.." He leaned down, sucking dark hickeys into your neck. "Let the neighbors know who you belong to"
"Joshua!" You screamed, hiding your face against his hair. "Joshua, I-I can't–"
"Yes you can, yes you can baby. Let me feel you princess.." He groaned, feeling your plush walls squeezing around him.
"Joshua!"
You moaned loud enough you thought the walls shook as your body locked up, dragging your nails down his face while you shattered beneath him.
You felt his pace falter as he moaned loudly right behind you, "Fuck! You're so perfect, s-so perfect–" he whimpered against your skin before slamming his hips against your one last time.
You cried out loudly as you felt his cum fill you up to the brim and your eyes squeezed shut. The last of your strength squeezed tightly around him.
Your back locked up, nails practically tore up Joshua's back, your legs were trembling around his waist, and you felt your world go fuzzy. Everything felt like you were underwater. Your ears were ringing, your body fell completely numb and your world went completely black.
You were practically gasping for air. When you opened your eyes they were half lidded and Joshua was gently flipping you two around so that you were lying against his chest.
"You good, beautiful?" He asked. Moving your hair away from your face, stuck to the sweat on your forehead.
You hummed approvingly in response, his thumb running gently across your cheek to wipe away the tear you hadn't realized was there. Using the tiniest bit of reserved energy, you laid your head in the crevice of his neck.
"Get some sleep, princess" He hushed you with a kiss to the forehead. Gently rubbing your back while watching your eyes flicker shut. Waiting until your breath swallowed before he fell asleep himself.
BONUS!
You woke up to the feeling of your body completely numb. You winced slightly, struggling to get comfortable after waking up.
As soon as you struggled to move around you felt his warm arms tighten around you. Groaning as he started to wake up.
"Hey, hey," he shushed you as you whined in pain. "Just relax," he cooed in your ear.
Just as he spoke his relaxing words, everything hit you all at once. The toy, fucking yourself numb, Joshua railing you to sleep. You groaned and pressed your face into his shoulder.
"Did that really happen or was it a dream?" you asked softly, voice groggy from practically screaming his name. To which he chuckled as you, pressed a soft kiss to your temple.
"If it was a dream, I'd hope we never wake up" his eyes found yours as you gazed up at him. A soft smile curled on your face to match his. He leaned down and closed the distance between you. Swollen lips entangled in something softer than passion.
When he pulled back, he brushed a few strands of hair that were sweaty stuck to your face and laughed a bit.
"How about I run a bath with some epsom salts?" He rubbed soft circles into your back, "I'll get you cleaned up and properly cared for, maybe it'll help with the pain"
You hummed in a positive response as he pressed more kisses to the top of your head.
"Then I can heat up the food I brought back, and we can cuddle through the night, sounds good?" He purred.
"What did you even do to me last night?" You groaned, pouting and furrowing your brows earning another laugh from him.
"Started something neither of us had the courage to do, and finished something you couldn't," He gently sat up and attempted to pull you up with him. "So how about that bath, hm?"
You just grinned in response. You couldn't be happier waking up in the physical numbness of sex. Maybe this wasn’t such a bad idea after all.
Hello everyone! Lumi here, low-key I was putting off posting this until I got my JiHan series out. However, plans change LOL. The series is taking me a little longer to write, and this has been sitting in my drafts soooo... enjoy this. I didn't want my first post to be holy smut but ykw if the shoe fits where it. Hope you guys enjoy it!
yoon jeonghan from seventeen <3
"I get wet at the thought of you, being a responsible guy. treating me like you're supposed to do. tears run down my thighs."
track 2 of the man's best friend series found here
after a spree of failed first dates, y/n didn't have any high hopes. until she says yes to a blind date set up by her best friend who actually found better than she could imagine... her old high school crush. who is still gorgeous, charming & most importantly so respectful. a true man of service.
word count: 6.4k
warnings: smut with a lil plot !!, slight voyeurism, a tiny bit of pet play, sir kink, jeonghan is possessive & loves leaving marks everywhere on reader's body, overstimulation, creampie, fingering, oral (f & m receiving), p in v, no protection being used (pls wrap it), 69ing, cum tasting, missionary, reader has a pain kink, jeonghan is a biter & muncher, multiple orgasms ... like a lot
You stand alone outside a restaurant way too fancy and out of your price range, on the phone with your best friend, your other hand rubbing your bare arms from how cold it was. You had to make sure this was the right place. It adds up why she made you wear the fancy black cocktail dress with a slit on your leg that was saved for special occasions, but who in the world did your best friend know to afford such a place. You can't think of any.
"I promise you, it is the right place." she reassured for the fifth time.
"Oh my god... It's a sugar daddy, you set me up with an old man." you gasped, she laughs at the other end.
"No, I did not. Believe me Y/N. Just go inside and have a fun time, I swear he's a good guy. Reservation is under Yoon. Now go please. You're already late" She basically begs.
With that tone, you roll your eyes and bid your goodbye as you hear your friend cheer on the phone. You wonder why the reservation is under her last name, I guess she booked it for you both. How sweet.
When you enter the restaurant, it's loud and bustling. You sigh in relief that the place was at least warm, heaters blasting compared to outside. A man in a suit greets you with a book in his hand.
"Reservation?" He asks.
"Under Yoon." You reply and he scans down the book with a nod.
"Follow me"
You follow closely behind him, making sure to avoid the waiters who had food or drinks in their silver plated hands. In the corner is a man playing a grand piano and a woman playing a cello besides him, this was for sure the fanciest first date you've ever been on.
"Here is your table ma'am" The host announces. They move out the way so you could see who you were set up with for the night.
You gasp.
"Jeonghan?!" Your shocked voice rang through. He smiles at you then waves a hand at the host to tell him it's not needed to pull out your chair because you watch Jeonghan stand up and do it himself.
"Your seat Y/N" Jeonghan says.
You blush, not a lot of your first dates pull your chair out for you either. Especially when another (paid) person was already going to do so. You take your seat as he pushes it in and thanks the host, then takes the seat across from you. He shows no expression of being shocked as you currently are, like he knew it was going to be you on this date while you obviously did not. Now the reservation being under your best friend's last name makes sense.
Because your best friend, has just set you up on a blind date with her cousin. Her cousin that you had a huge crush on since the day you laid eyes on him.
You and your best friend have been in each other's lives since the very first day of high school, both entering a new school and finding comfort within each other that never became astray. You two were so close to the hip that you both had many sleepovers and attended each other's family events and this is where you met, your first ever crush that wasn't a celebrity (until later). Yoon Jeonghan.
It was just a silly crush that your best friend liked to tease you about. Nothing serious especially because of his celebrity status but he was nice, funny and out of this world beautiful. Everyone could see it, his charm oozed out of him and you were a part of the crowd that fell for it. You never told him, neither did your best friend because what was the point? You kept your cool around him until the night ended and you were in your best friend's bedroom fangirling as she teased you.
Your meetings with him were because of your attachment to your best friend, the attachment causing you two to be intertwined and easily part of each other's families. So it made you believe he probably looked at you like family as well (or so you thought). You hadn't seen Jeonghan in years though, with the rise of Seventeen and their busy schedule. His attendance for family events became less and less. With his absence and growing up in general, your first ever crush faded. Up until now.
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You've never had such a fun time for a first date. Usually experiencing awkward first level getting to know each others; instead the fancy meals and shared desserts were long gone as you both laughed and conversed over nostalgic stories of the past and getting to know each other deeply on a new adult level instead of the two young kids you both were. With the second bottle of wine now being completed as he poured it into your glass, the once bustling restaurant only had the two of you and one other couple further away. The piano man and cello woman in the corner long gone.
You took another gulp, you were tipsy, almost to the brink of drunk and it was getting pretty obvious just by the heat on your face and the fact you were ready to ask the one question that's been on your mind the whole time.
"So, Mr Yoon Jeonghan" you proclaim.
"Yes, Miss Y/Full/N" he replies back, you smile.
"Can I ask how this was set up? You didn't seem as shocked to see me like I was seeing you." You finally ask.
"Ah.. Well, you know how it was Uncle's birthday at your best friend's house last weekend? Yeah I was there, finally had free time to see the family and I guess my disappointment for your absence was so noticeable that your best friend couldn't stop poking at it and I admitted it. I wanted to see you." Jeonghan explained.
He laughed at your shocked expression, though it was clearly too late you still wanted to remain cool, mysterious and sexy. You grabbed your wine glass and leaned back on your chair with a smirk. Legs crossing over the other.
"So someone missed me?" You teased.
"I mean yeah, who else can I say all those silly jokes to and I would receive a pretty laugh and even prettier smile back." He says, so nonchalant like your face wasn't going to get any redder.
Before you could say anything else, the same man who sat you at your table stands in front of you both.
"I'm very sorry but I must walk you two out now as we are closing." He apologies and gestures to the restaurant around you two where the other waiters are now sweeping. You gasp realising the overstay.
"Yes, yes! Of course I'm so sorry!" You get up quickly and watch as Jeonghan apologies as well. Both of you, at the same time grabbing your own wine glasses to gulp the last bit of red wine and seeing how red face but synchronised the two of you were made both of you laugh.
While following the man out the door, you see Jeonghan send a quick text and place his phone in his pocket. Once you're out of the restaurant with another thanks and apologies to the worker who shuts the door behind you two, your whole body shakes at the cold. Jeonghan seeing this quickly takes off his own jacket and wraps it around you.
"Oh stop! Now you're cold!" you almost shout as you attempt to take it off.
"I'm wearing a long sleeve and you're sleeveless, the car and my driver should be coming around soon as well. Would you like me to take you home?" He asks and explains.
You shake your head as a no, "I don't want to intrude, I can call an uber." You reply, going to unzip your purse to grab your phone.
Then a nice, sleek black car stops in front of you two. Jeonghan grabs your hand that was about to open your purse and leads you to the car, opening the back door for you and gesturing to get in.
"Please. It's for my comfort to see you get home safely." He continues to insist and you finally give in, getting in the car as he shuts the car door behind you while going around the other side. When Jeonghan is sat next to you in the backseat, the middle seat separating you two. You give the driver your address as the drive to yours starts.
"This is Minjun by the way, he's Seventeen's driver when we drink too much but drove there. Our company insisted that it was too risky to use the designated driver services restaurants have or taxis so the company has its own for us." He explained, you see Minjun nod through the mirror as a hello and you do the same back.
"So this is your car?" you ask, looking around slightly. It was an expensive car for sure and Jeonghan takes care of it well.
"Yeah it is, it's like my baby. Just sucks I barely get to use it though." He says with a scratch to the back of his neck.
"Did you use it to drive to the family party?" You ask and he nods.
"I had to give the family the whole tour and yet, the person I wanted to impress the most wasn't even there." He confesses and you blush knowing he meant you.
"Jeonghan, I liked you when you were still a teenager with that bob cut that reminded me of young Justin Bieber. You don't need to do much to impress me." You ramble, but as you turn your head to look at him. It was the first time the whole night he looked shocked.
You were confused. "Oh as if you didn't know, it was so obvious!" you insist and he only shook his head as a no.
"You liked me all the way back then?" He almost shrikes.
"From the very first day I met you. You were like, my first ever crush" you confessed with a hint of confusion in your tone. Your best friend obviously noticed and so did her parents, so as embarrassing as it was, you thought he knew too.
Before Jeonghan could respond, Minjun from the driver seat coughs. You look out the window and see your home, you reach out to open the door.
"Wait, let me get the door for you." Jeonghan says as he opens his own door and walks over to open yours. Reaching a hand for you to grab as you still wear his jacket. He shuts the door behind you when you stand and both of you walk to your front door. Still hand in hand.
"Thank you for tonight... Did you want to..." You stammer out, gesturing to the door but he only smiles and nods a no.
"I think we both had too much to drink angel, I wouldn't want to take advantage of you at all." Jeonghan reassures while using his thumb to stroke your hand.
The way he said it, the overall respect and care for you while realising this was the first date in ages that clearly didn't just want to get in your pants to the point they deny an invitation (and you don't give it out a lot). You felt weak, almost like the young teenager who saw Jeonghan for the first time.
"Can I kiss you though?" Jeonghan suddenly asks, you snap out of your daze with a nod. Maybe a bit too eager but he didn't care and quickly brings you in close with one arm around your waist and a hand on the side of your neck to kiss you.
Oh teenager you could never imagine this happening, and even if you did, it would not be nowhere near as magical as this felt. The way both your lips moved made all the most sense, Jeonghan was a good fucking kisser and the red wine only added so much more to it. The kiss was reaching making out territory and you knew it, so you pressed your body into Jeonghan to signal how badly you wanted him right there. It made him seperate the kiss with an aching sigh, leaning his forehead onto yours as both of you caught your breaths.
"Baby, if we keep going I'm going to accept your invitation and I can't with how much I like you. I need to see you again. Soon." He whispers with a hint of desperation.
You felt the exact same way.
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Needing the opinion of the person you trusted the most, you stand taking mirror pictures of yourself in black lingerie and hoping it does your body justice. You were getting ready for your second date with Jeonghan, the constant texting for the last two weeks made you more excited for the night to come. Especially the texts that were on the brink of sexting. The attraction from the both of you were undeniable and it would be a straight up lie to say that you haven't gotten yourself off to the thought of him. Which made you feel so dirty with how respectful Jeonghan has been to you the whole time. With the haze of excitement, you finally send the mirror pictures to your best friend.
5:20pm :
ok ik this is weird to ask bc hes your cousin but is this hot enough? might not happen but maybe being prepared will manifest it to happen tonight #needhim
2 images attached
You place your phone down and put on the black dress you had prepared, this time a mini body con dress still appropriate for a fancy dinner. The choice of black once again was your remembrance of him slipping that black was a good colour on you, hence why the black lingerie as well. When you hear your phone alert you of a text, you run quickly to answer it after finally successfully zipping your dress up.
5:25pm : from yoon jeonghan
I'm not (your best friend name) but that is more than hot enough.
Your eyes grew wide, oh there's no fucking way you did that.
5:26pm : to yoon jeonghan
Holy shit, please forget I sent that this is so embarrassing.
5:27pm : from yoon jeonghan
Hard to forget, but I will for you.
Also not embarrassing at all.
I'll be there to pick you up in 20 minutes, is that okay?
You react with a thumbs up, plopping backside on your bed with a groan.
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The night consisted of this. A drive that started off torturous with your embarrassment eating you alive but Jeonghan being Jeonghan made you feel comfortable only after a few minutes in.
Dinner was amazing once again, you asked him how he always knows the best places to eat and he confessed that he asked around for the best date spots. He only had one glass of wine and you had one cocktail, it was evident how both of you wanted the night to end. Him joking, slightly joking but probably entirely serious that he wanted to be completely sober and remember everything with you.
Now it was finally the drive back, the sexual tension in the air was thick that it was eating you alive as both of you hummed to what was playing on the radio. Though you two were holding hands, you were fighting a war in your brain to just move both your hands to your thigh and see if he raises it. Watching him drive with one hand made you imagine what else he can do with his fingers, with you specifically.
"Can I be honest with you?" Jeonghan utters, you don't miss the grip on the car wheel get tighter.
"Of course" You answer back ignoring the lump in your throat.
"I care about you so much, for a long time now. I don't want you to think I'm a pig... But I've spent the whole night thinking about those photos you texted me." He vents.
You let go of your joint hands just to grab his wrist and lead it inside your dress for him to feel the wet patch through your underwear. Already stopping at the traffic light, he looks at you, mouth slightly open at the side of his hand disappearing and feeling the tip of his fingers being wet.
With full eye contactn and confidence, you finally say
"Jeonghan, if you don't take me back to my place and fuck me like you've been wanting to. I'll be so upset."
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Eager mouths and bumping into walls was all that was heard in your lovely home. Hands ravaged each other as one by one clothes were taken off before even reaching the bedroom door. By the time you kicked it open as he shut it behind you two, you were left in the black lingerie you sent him and Jeonghan in only his pants. Your window was closed but curtains were open, making your room not completely pitch dark and it gave Jeonghan the opportunity to break the heated kiss to finally take a look at you. Though the lingerie was black, it was practically see through with only lace around your tits and pussy. Most importantly, your drenched laced panties pussy.
"You are fucking beautiful" he breathlessly complimented. It made you not want to shy away your body for once as he placed his mouth on your still covered up tits, all at the same time using his large hand to cup your pussy through the fabric. Thumb circling on your clit and the friction of the fabric made it all more delicious. You gasp loudly at the overstimulating pleasurable feeling. His mouth stops his torture once his purpose of your laced bra being as wet as your underwear is all done.
"You're so wet for me princess, did I do this? Without even properly touching you?" Jeonghan taunts and you whimper while nodding.
"Use your words." He orders.
"Yes sir." You reply.
The sir slipping out only made Jeonghan secretly buckle.
"Such a good girl, already knows what to say without me telling her. Your sir's good girl, aren't you?" He asks.
"Yes sir, I'm your good girl."
The car lights from someone driving past wakes you up and you turn to look at the window but before you could even offer or walk to close the curtains you hear a tsk from Jeonghan.
"Keep it open, they should see you belong to me."
As he sits on the edge of the bed, he uses two fingers to usher you to come towards him. By animalistic instinct you get on all fours and crawl to where he sat, Jeonghan can't hide the smirk on his face. You're perfect. How your minds feel linked with how you abide by what he wants without even knowing... He would never push you to do anything you're uncomfortable with but he can't hide his content that you two share the same kinks.
He tilts your head forward with two fingers below your chin, you lift your face up by his actions.
"Can I tell you what I want to do to you?" Jeonghan announces, you nod.
"I want to make you cum as much as you can handle until you're shaking. Want to see how much I can push this pretty body and mark it mine. Is that okay?" He explains, the fact he asks for consent as well... You feel your pussy get even more wetter, to the point it feels it's reached down your thighs.
"Yes sir, please ruin me. I'm all yours." You beg.
With that, all he did was pick you up and place you on the bed next to him. You squeal at how easy it was for him to do so, the cute noise coming out of your mouth making Jeonghan kiss your cheek softly, the last cute action he'll probably do for the night as he lays you down softly. Your head hitting your pillows as he's above you.
"I'm so obsessed with you princess" he quietly admits, but you catch it and it makes you kiss him eagerly. He slips his tongue in your mouth and you know there's no point in fighting for dominance because he'll win anyways. You feel his hands grip your wrists that lay on each side of your body, his mouth now travelling down to your neck placing both a mix of sweet kisses, bites and all together devouring your neck that it makes you grind up into nothing. He snickers at your desperation, lifting his leg higher that was kneeled between your legs to give you friction. You moan as your eyes travel backwards. "Grind on my knee baby girl while I mark you" Jeonghan orders and you do exactly so.
You felt so restraint but so hot all at the same time, body panting as you feel Jeonghan's lips on your breasts as his hands grip your wrists even tighter. The rough friction of your lace panties and his pants making you desperate for more. You hiss when you feel his teeth bite into your chest, he does it multiple times and you love it. Finding out that Jeonghan is a man of his word and was not joking when he said he wanted to mark you up.
You feel his lips move downward, a trail of his wet tongue in it's wake even poking your belly button as you squeal and fidget (but not too much as his hands were still around your wrists that were pinned at the side of your body). He realises he loves every sound that comes out of your mouth, you sigh in relief once you feel the cool air hit your pussy from his teeth bringing your laced underwear down to your ankles, letting go of one of your wrists for a quick second to toss the underwear behind him.
One tongue swipe made you lift your hips up to his face to grind as he tsked, releasing the same wrist to hold your thighs down. He stares up at you with a glare in his eyes "Patience princess." he orders. As punishment, his lips move to your inner right thigh instead, so so close to where you needed him as his hair brushes against it instead. With his arm still pushing down your left thigh, he moves his thumb to rub onto your clit all while still leaving marks. The sensation was new to you, lips on your inner thighs when you barely get someone to eat you out as it is. The sting from the bites he leaves only makes you more aroused, he uses the same hand that was rubbing your clit to now have one finger in you. The intrusion making you sigh in relief.
"Fuck, that feels so good" this moan of a sentence followed with a scream when Jeonghan at the same time bites your thigh and slips in another finger. You can feel his grin once he realises the clench between his fingers when pain strikes you and to further test it, he bites into your thigh again, you groan at the teasing as his fingers go faster. He alternates his mouth to leaving hickies on both your inner thighs as his fingers continues to thrust into you.
"Jeonghan I'm going to c-cum" you announce, he nods still leaving as much hickies as he can make and curling his fingers for your release. You do, with your back arched and hands gripping his hair to keep you steady. Your panting by the end of it, his lips finally release from your skin to watch you and put his fingers in his mouth to taste you. You watch his every move, biting your lip as you see him blissfully close his eyes and a smile form on his face. Once he releases it with a pop, he's back to lying stomach down on the bed. Arms now wrapped around both your thighs. Before you even tell him that you're still sensitive, he dives in to eat you out. His eyes never leaving you to see your reaction.
Truth be told, the taste of you on his fingers were not near enough. You tasted so sweet and heavenly, he could eat you out for hours and maybe he would because even his impatience got the best of him, not even warning you before diving in. As you looked down your eyes rolled back to your head seeing how deep he was. His nose resting on your clit as his eyes never left yours, his mouth making out with your pussy as his tongue drew figure 8s in your hole. His arms being wrapped around your thighs were putting pressure on the hickies he placed and though you initially hissed at the pain, it added onto the pleasure.
As you didn't get a break between your last orgasm and the fact Jeonghan's mouth is the best you've ever had, you came once again. Despite the sensitivity, Jeonghan didn't leave his spot and tasted every drop that came out of you. It took you using your own hands to push his head away to get him to stop, his eyes showing displeasure from this move but still letting you take a breath anyway. Body panting as he rubbed soothing circles on your hips.
"Thank you sir" you said, he only laughed in response.
"I'm not done with you angel and you're not pushing my head away to stop. If you really want me to, the safe word is pink. Understand?" he commanded,
With a gulp. You only nodded, his eyes were stern.
"Words princess." he responded.
"Yes sir." You replied
That's all it took for him to dive back in his favourite meal as you grip onto the sheets beside you to attempt to steady yourself for the long night that's about to come.
Jeonghan has been so giving to you, you scream as you cum from his mouth for the nth time. Your body was sweaty and you were so wet that it was leaking into your thighs, but no cum was being wasted not when he was addicted to the taste of it. Jeonghan alternated with you cumming on his mouth or fingers or both, you hadn't used your safe word and you don't see yourself doing so anytime soon but one thing was for sure you needed his cock. He currently had his tongue flickering your bud as three fingers vastly thrusted in you, the pink in your face was from the intense orgasms but also the slight embarrassment that your slick created such a prominent sound in the room that the movement of his fingers were so loud.
With still his fingers in you, Jeonghan came up to kiss your mouth and you accepted him. Humming at the taste of your cum and juices all over his lips and chin. Breaking apart when he heard the noise from your mouth, he grinned.
"See, even you know how delicious you are. How can I stop tasting you, could do this for hours baby." He proclaimed, you whined and nodded your head as a no. The shock of his face evident but with one hand you start touching him through his pants.
"I want to taste you too sir, please. And you can still taste me too, at the same time" You begged but also asked, his eyes gleamed.
He stands up from the bed to put his pants down. Though you had multiple orgasms, the sudden emptiness in your pussy made it clench. You drool at the sight of his hard cock that leaked of precum. Without him even asking you; you repositioned your body to be lying landscaped on the bed. Your lower legs hanging over on one side as your head is half still on your mattress and slightly hanging on the other side where your eyes are met with Jeonghan's cock. He has a million questions circling in his head, the slight possessiveness of him wondering if you've done this with someone else or had just had fantasies of it like he did (it's the latter) as you knew exactly how to position yourself without him asking or moving you as he planned.
He strokes your cheek but hisses feeling your lips touch his leaking tip, you hum at tasting his cum and smile seeing how sensitive he already is.
"You can't use your words angel, so do anything with your hands to hurt me. Scratch me if it gets too much alright? It's okay and we'll stop straight away." He vocalises. Though he was dominant, the constant need of wanting to reassure you made your heart do summersaults.
You nodded as a response and took more of his cock in your mouth as Jeonghan shimmied more closer, he could watch you forever. Groaning seeing the outline of his cock in your throat as you go deeper but as much as he loved the sight, he needed to taste you again even more. Moving his body downwards, he wrapped his arms around your inner thighs, elbows on the bed as he dove back into your pussy and it had you automatically moaning around his cock. The vibration adding more pleasure to him that his nails dug into your already laid with hickies thighs.
Both of you were engulfed in each other, Jeonghan closely hovering over you that he could lay on your body if his elbows gave in. It was overwhelming but you couldn't resist it. You wanted more and you got more. Though you've always wanted to do this, there wasn't anyone you trusted enough to ask. Until Jeonghan.
You swirled your tongue around Jeonghan's cock as he thrusted into your mouth, all your senses were him, mouth full of drool over his cock and your lips. Jeonghan lapped at your clit, the position having him closer to your bud as he continuously drew figure 8s and stuck his tongue in your hole. Having his cock in your mouth only added more pleasure to you, usually being able to control your hips you couldn't this time as you basically humped his face and he loved it. Knowing his face was coated in your juices while his cock was in your mouth drove Jeonghan to his orgasm quicker than he ever had, so engulfed in eating your pussy he came in your mouth without warning.
The mix of his sweet cum going down your throat as he groaned into your pussy and added pain onto your thighs because of gripping them tight made you cum at the exact same time. Not wanting to overwhelm you any further, Jeonghan quickly stood up and released his cock out of your mouth to watch you swallow. With your vision back you looked up to make eye contact with him as you swallowed his cum. Exactly what he wanted to see.
He stands there in silence for a few seconds, huffing and catching his breath while stroking your hair. It makes you reposition yourself from lying down to sitting up with your back legs tucked under your bum. He doesn't miss you squeezing your inner thighs while doing so, seeing you in all your glory. Doe like eyes staring up at him waiting for his next move, you were so beautifully perfect for him. He grabs your face to kiss you as a response, the sudden movement surprising you and it's at this moment Jeonghan truly realises he wants to forever keep surprising you with kisses full of the passion he has for you.
When the kiss broke, he orders you to lay back down with your head in the pillows like last time. You ask him to fuck you raw and he chokes on his own saliva, you giggle seeing his dominance quiver.
"Are you sure baby?" He asks
"I trust you, I'm on the pill and want to feel every bit of you."
Jeonghan could not get on the bed fast enough, you spread your legs to practically welcome him. Cock already hard again, he slaps it against your pussy lips, your pussy still coated with juices and so wet that it already coated his cock. He grabbed your left leg to put it over his shoulder as he finally thrusted in, he was only half way but still had to close his eyes to steady himself.
You truly were perfectly made for him.
"I want all of it sir, please" you beg below him, one hand now gripping on his other shoulder. Of course, he obliged. Sinking himself fully in, you arch your back feeling the fullness and grit of his cock.
His pace begins to fasten, making you moan out loud.
"Fuck, feels so good sir, more, more" You continue to almost chant, his pace fastening once again as he grips on your leg tighter and the other hand on the headboard above you. Though the pleasure was also overwhelming him, his eyes never left watching you. The way your tits bounced, the faces of pleasure and noises you made. He loved every bit of it.
Jeonghan shifted his hips a bit and that slight movement made him find the spot you needed, making you scream and grip his shoulder tighter. "Oh my god! Oh my fucking god there, there!" Throwing your head back, mouth gaping and eyes closing.
"Open your eyes, look at me baby" he panted out an order.
Wanting to please him, you open your eyes again despite the pleasure being overwhelming that you felt your senses losing it.
"Good girl" he compliments, he feels your pussy tighten at the words.
"My baby likes that? Likes being called good girl?" he taunts with a smile, you could only whimper as response. Feeling your stomach tighten again, "sir I-" you start.
Jeonghan nods "I know, let go baby" and you do exactly so. His pace stills as you cum around his cock and so you can catch a breather. You appreciate this, because you have no idea how many orgasms Jeonghan has pulled from you tonight but it's catching up to you. Feeling your eyes slightly flutter and droop, he catches this. Automatically pulling out which makes you whine from the emptiness.
"No, no sir I can take one more I swear please want to make you cum. Have your cum in me please, please" you babble as you reach for him to come back.
He wants to ask again if you're sure but the way your eyes stare at him and the way your arms are already around his neck to pull him closer says enough. He thrusts into you slowly, you wrap your legs around him and usher him to go faster and that it's okay.
It was all Jeonghan needed to go back to his old fast pace, you sigh happily and moan at the feeling. Your cum adding another layer around his cock and the way you lifted your hips to meet his thrusts made his eyes roll to the back of his head.
He drops his head into your shoulder, whispering how he's going to cum, your needy and begging response mixed with your moans of "cum in me sir, please I want it so bad." was all it took for him to go over the edge.
The warm feeling of his cum painting you white and how he bit your shoulder made your sensitive cunt reach its final orgasm of the night. Feeling this, Jeonghan felt more of his load shoot into you. He doesn't recall ever having such a powerful orgasm before, like he's said all night you were truly made for him and this was the final telling that he needed you forever.
In the position for a few minutes with heavy pants and soft kisses on the lips between you two, you finally unwrap your legs around his waist and arms around his shoulders, as Jeonghan's cock left your pussy he watched the mix of his load and your cum spill out. A sight that he'd never forget. Jeonghan goes to stand up to get you cleaned up but you pull his arm to come back.
"I'm just going to clean you up" he reassures you but you shake your head back and forth as a no, feeling yourself drift as it is.
"Just come cuddle please" You softly say and he can never say no to you, going back to lying in bed next to you and pulling you closer. Wrapping your legs around each other, he wrapped his arms around you and your head naturally laid on his chest.
"You're mine princess right?" Jeonghan asks, stroking your cheek as he feels your eyelashes fluttering on his chest as you fight against your tiredness taking over.
Nodding, "I'm all yours for as long as you want me" You respond, feeling his lips kiss your forehead as you go to sleep. The last thing you hear him say "You're mine and I'm yours forever."
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Going outside your bedroom, the new morning light making you rub your eyes. You're shocked to see a shirtless Jeonghan wearing only his briefs sitting on your living room floor assembling the Ikea shelf you bought for said room that you've been procrastinating on doing so.
Sneaking up behind him, you kneel down and wrap your arms around his body. "What are you doing?" you muffled on his bare shoulder giving it a quick kiss.
"I saw this while getting myself water and I thought why not do it for my baby, her hands have way more important things to do than this." He turns his head, sucking in a breath when he realises you're only wearing his button up white top from last night that consumed you like a dress.
He spun himself around making you squeal as you were suddenly on his lap, Jeonghan groans feeling you bare on his briefs. Lifting the top up slightly to see you with no underwear and most importantly already getting his briefs wet as he teases a finger to your clit.
"Already wet and I haven't even done anything?" Jeonghan teases.
You groan, "I get wet at even the thought of you Yoon Jeonghan."
