pairing: Roommate!Jongho x Reader
summary: When your roommate Jongho gets back home covered in cuts and bruises, you two get closer in more ways than one.
a/n: part 4 of the roommate series
Your roommate Jongho is basically invisible to you. During the day, he works as a mechanic at a garage. You work as a waitress at a night club, so by the time he'd be returning from work, you'd already be on your way to the club.
You rarely crossed paths with him, making it a pretty sweet living arrangement for the both of you.
Tonight the club was reserved for a VIP party, so you got out later than usual. It was almost 4 AM when you tossed your heels in the entry way, exhausted from your shift.
Usually, you'd take a quick shower and head straight to bed, but tonight you find Jongho furiously pacing back and forth in the living room. He's never up this late, but before you can ask anything he rushes over and hugs you tightly. "I was so worried about you! Why didn't you answer any of my texts?" He pleads, refusing to loosen his grip.
This was the longest conversation you had with him since moving in and you were flustered to say the least. "I'm sorry the club was super busy tonight I didn't get the chance. Are you okay?" You pull away from him for a second and examine his face. He has a cut next to his lip and a deep purple bruise forming over his eye.
"Jongho!? What happened to your face?" You panic and grab his hand, leading him to your room. He stumbles over his feet trying to keep up with you, and sits on the edge of your bed. He looks around admiring your room that mirrors your personality exactly- posters, books, videogames- and tries to memorize it all to use as conversation topics for later.
Despite you and Jongho rarely seeing each other, he was always curious about his mysterious roommate. "It's no big deal. I just mentioned that I had a roommate to some of the guys at work, they saw a picture of you on Instagram, and then they started saying some disgusting stuff about what they wanted to do to you and I couldn't stand hearing it is all." He says coolly, still distracted by your room. "That's why I was so worried about you, I was scared something happened." He admits.
You sit down next to him, first aid kit in hand and turn his head to face you. You begin applying ointment on his cuts and he winces. "I don't care about what other people think of me, let them talk all they want." You scold him and his shoulders slump. "But thank you for standing up for me. Just don't do it again unless you're sure you're gonna win." You joke with him and he smiles.
You lean in closer to him to carefully place bandages on his cuts, from here, you notice he still smells like motor oil and tires. "After this take a bath and get some rest." You tell him. Jongho hums in agreement, staring at you up close for the first time. He notices the glitter on your collarbones, the way you smell like a cherry blossom tree, and the way your short black halter dress hangs dangerously on your body.
Your thighs were bare to him, long legs on display. "You look beautiful tonight." He mumbles awkwardly and you laugh. "Thanks VIP clients, so I had to pull out all the stops." You say and yawn, the tiredness catching up with you. "Come to the bath." You loop your arm with his and walk him into your bathroom.
"Y/n I can use my bathroom it's alright." He protests, but you're too tired to argue. "We're already here, just go." You lightly push him in the doorway, accidentally slipping. Luckily, Jongho thinks fast and catches you in his arms. He holds you delicately, trying to ignore the way your dress hikes up and the way you fist his t shirt. He's so warm and big compared to you, and you're so exhausted you can't help nuzzling against him.
Jongho blushes, feeling your hard nipples press against him through the fabric of your dress. "Uh Y/n maybe you should head to bed. I got it from here." You shake your head. "No, I need to take a bath too or ill get glitter on the bed." You yawn again. "Then let's take it together." He suggests breathlessly, his eyes set on yours. You look up at him, softly brushing his hair out of his eyes.
Despite his injuries, he still looks sweet and handsome like a prince straight out of a fairy tale. And the way his strong hands grip your waist makes him even more tempting.
"Lift your arms up." You tell him. Jongho visibly relaxes, lifting his arms over his head. You peel his shirt off, carefully avoiding his injuries. Your eyes roam his muscular form, lingering on the waistband of his underwear poking out of his jeans. Seeing your cute reaction, Jongho grabs your hands and places your thumbs in the waistband. He shivers under your touch before guiding you to pull the fabric down softly.
His cock, now free, slaps proudly against his stomach. "You're hard already?" You whisper and he laughs. "Don't be surprised. I couldn't help it with your hands all over me this whole time."
Before you could speak, Jongho stands you in front for the bathroom mirror, with him standing behind you. "Let me help you out of your dress." He whispers into your ear, before bringing his head lower and kissing your neck. You melt into his touch as his hands glide under the smooth material, he expects to feel your underwear but to his surprise, you're completely naked under your dress. He groans as his fingers suddenly brush against your bare core. "You're going to be the end of me."
"I'm s-sorry" You stumble aimlessly on your words as you feel his fingers exploring your sensitive area. "I hate panty lines with this dress." He chuckles at your explanation before he starts untying your halter dress with his teeth, never letting his hands on your core let up. Jongho worships you with fever, as if you're a priceless art piece he doesn't want to let go of.
When he finally undresses you, he picks you up in his arms and gently brings you to the shower. The warm water droplets sprinkle your skin, giving everything a sleek, slippery feel. Jongho lathers his hands with soap and you close your eyes in anticipation, but to your surprise, he starts washing your hair.
Before you can say anything, he suddenly presses his cock into your backside. "You didn't think I just wanted to shower, did you?" He teases and you whimper at the pressure he applies to you. With his hands covered in bubbles, he places them on your breasts. He gently needs them, roughly pinching and pulling the nipples as he does. "That feels so good Jongho..." You sigh, letting your head fall back on his shoulder.
"Tell me more. Tell me how I make you feel." He huffs into your ear. "You make me so wet, Jongho." You admit and shamelessly moan as you feel the tip of his thick cock brush against your heat. "Such a nice song my pretty girl sings for me...." He hums, rubbing it against you again. You whimper loudly, craving him inside you more than ever. "Use your words pretty girl." Jongho says as he kisses your neck from behind you. "I need you inside me Jongho, please don't tease me anymore." You say, reaching underneath you, stroking his balls. He moans, biting your neck in return.
"These are nice too..." You say dreamily while blushing. Suddenly, Jongho turns you around to face him, grabbing you and wrapping your legs around his waist. He leans your back against the shower wall and you close your eyes, ready to feel him. But instead of feeling his cock, he sucks on your breast, biting it, leaving a small mark. Your eyes widen. "Ah!" You cry. "Keep your eyes open and on me. I want you to see how good I fit." He says.
Jongho slowly enters you, and you whimper from pleasure. Looking down at where you two connect makes the sensation more intense. Your eyes flutter from there back to his face. His eyebrows are furrowed, he's frustrated and resisting the urge to thrust wildly into you. "It's okay, I can take it." You say innocently. He gives you an open mouth kiss that's full of passion and desperation as he plunges into you. His thrusts are deep and fast, hitting the right spot every time.
"I'm close gorgeous, where do you want it?" He says. "Come all over me Jongho, paint me white." You beg. "Your wish is my command." He says while smirking. He pulls out, wrapping your fingers around his base, guiding you to pump him at a brutal pace. His other had rests on your clit, rubbing it quickly. Before long, he sprays all over your stomach and chest. It drips down your body and is quickly rinsed down the drain. Watching how vulnerable and blissful he looks sets you over the edge, causing you to release in his hand.
He peppers a few more kisses on your lips and face before finishing washing both of you.
You both lay in your bed, cuddling ready to get some sleep. "I'm sorry I kept you up late, you have to go to work in a couple of hours." You apologize to him.
"Don't be, I loved it. I'm thinking about saying up late to see you more often actually. I want to get to know my beautiful, mysterious roommate." He smiles, holding your hand before drifting to sleep.
