Never Let Go | (jongho smut)
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♡̷pairing: Toxic!Jongho x Reader
♡̷summary: You're the sweetest girl in town with a toxic ex-boyfriend, Jongho, who refuses to leave your side after the relationship ends.
♡̷warnings: general toxic behavior, masturbation, humiliation
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You are the sweetest girl anyone has ever met.
So your toxic ex boyfriend, Jongho, always comes as a surprise.
Your soft, calm demeanor and your knack for finding the good in everyone was a harsh contrast to Jongho's loud, aggressive nature.
But after a while, there was only so much pain you could take. You broke up with him as kindly as you could. He took it well, nodding in silence but crying after you left his apartment with a box of your belongings.
"I still want to be around you Y/n. Can I do that?" He asked you while kneeling in the doorway, holding your hand tightly, preventing you from leaving.
You ruffle his hair gently and wipe away a few of your own tears. "Yes, I'd like that." You respond and he finally lets you leave.
You leave his place for the last time. He watches you from the door, making sure you get into your car safely, a devilish expression on his face that you can't see in the darkness.
And that's how you became known as the girl with a guard dog.
"Send me his full name, number, and a picture of him." Jongho says through gritted teeth, his hands gripping the steering wheel like it's your blind date's neck.
"It's a blind date so of course I don't have that silly." You say happily, unfazed by his intense demeanor.
"Should I go with you? You don't know him, he could be a psycho and try to hurt you."
You laugh at his accusation. Jongho is so loyal, that even as friends, he's always looking out for you. So loyal that everyone in your friend group refers to him as your guard dog-- always by your side and ready to attack anyone who looks your way for too long.
"It'll be fine, don't worry so much." You say, giving him one of your bright smiles that never fails to melt his heart. "Plus, I think it would be awkward introducing my ex-boyfriend to my blind date."
Jongho abruptly pulls over next to the Italian restaurant, slamming on the breaks so hard your seat belt tightens.
"Never call me that!" He yells, slamming his hands against the wheel. "You mean too much to me.... Just don't call me that Y/n." He runs a hand through his hair and breaths heavily, trying to calm himself down.
"Okay I won't Jongho~" You gently pet his thigh, your brief touch sending sparks throughout his body. Remembering your past, you awkwardly pull away before grabbing your purse. "Have a good rest of your night, okay?" You say cutely, closing the car door.
"Text me when you get home!" He shouts after you, gloomily watching you enter the building. Like a masochist, he stays in his car and watches you walk up to a tall, striking man with long hair. Agonizingly, he watches him hug you before pulling out your chair.
It takes all the strength in his body to drive away, his gaze lingering in the rear view mirror for a few seconds too long.
It's 12:06am and you still weren't home. Jongho checks his phone again, still waiting for your text.
He's at your apartment, standing on your porch angrily pacing back and forth. "Where is she?! The restaurant closed two hours ago!" He thinks to himself before kicking your door in frustration.
His mind gets the better of him, forcing him to imagine you naked, kneeling before your date as he lines his cock up to your plush pink lips. The bastard smugly glances at the imaginary Jongho in the room before plunging his member deep in your mouth, making you gag around him audibly.
A loud clap of thunder jolts him out of these twisted thoughts just as a a car he's never seen before pulls into the parking lot. You're sitting in the passenger seat with your date, you both looking flushed and soaked from the rain.
He's well aware that people call him your guard dog. And he knows you deserve to be happy, even if it's not with him.
He just doesn't fucking care.
Running to the guy's door, he yanks it open, drags him out of his seat and tosses him onto the asphalt like he was weightless.
"Seonghwa!!" You scream, rushing to stop him. "Jongho! Please, he didn't do anything let him go!!"
"He didn't do anything?" Jongho turns to you, his fists balled so tight his manages to draw blood. "Do you have any idea what time is it? And it's raining. You could get sick!" He yells exasperated. The rain drenches him, making his bangs cover his eyes completely. Paired with his all black outfit, he really did look terrifying. You get closer to him and grab his arm, trying to pull him away.
"You're really going to date a man who would treat you like trash and let you get sick!?" Tears are streaming down his face now, Seonghwa tries to get up from the pavement but Jongho knocks him back down, stepping on his stomach with his heavy leather boot, successfully pinning him down.
"Y/n you know this maniac?? Dude, I swear I had no idea she had a boyfriend, just let me go!!"
Jongho laughs in disbelief, this jerk really does only care about himself. He takes his jacket off and gently places it over your head, shielding you from the rain.
Leaning back down to Seonghwa, he brings his face close to his, grabbing him by the shirt collar. "Don't ever contact her again you piece of shit." He growls.
Seonghwa's eyes flicker to yours and you subtly nod, hoping he'll play along for his own sake. "Fine. I'm not interested in a girl with baggage anyway." Before Jongho can do anything else, you quickly lace your fingers with his and pull him towards your apartment.
"I'm so sorry." You mouth at Seonghwa over your shoulder as he coldly turns away from you, gets into his car, and leaves.
Once inside your place, you get a towel and start drying his hair. He's finally calmed down, a small blush on his face as he enjoys your delicate touch. This isn't the first time he's done something like this, in fact, its become a sick cycle for the two of you.
But despite being angry, you could never hate him.
"You hurt him pretty bad Jongho." You scold, reaching down to wipe the blood from his knuckles.
"I just lost my temper that's all. He'll get over it." He mutters with disgust. "I was so scared when you didn't text me. Do you have any idea how worried I was?" His large brown eyes meet yours, tears welling up again.
Jongho looks broken, like his heart has been ripped out of his chest. You feel guilty for not considering his perspective, and it shows on your face. Noticing you're softening, he gives you his best puppy dog eyes and places his hands on your thighs, pulling you forward so that you're straddling his lap. A small gasp slips out of your lips, but you try to remain focused on drying him.
"I'll do better next time." He says in a velvety smooth tone, nuzzling your neck with his nose, almost kissing it but not quite. You wish you weren't so affected by the close proximity, or the faint smell of the cologne you gifted him, but you can't fight it.
"People think I'm crazy but they don't love you like I do." He says while tracing the thin strap of your dress with his finger tips.
"I know we're done. But I don't care. I still love you and I'm not afraid to say it." He says, grabbing your hands and placing them on his heart. "Even if you won't say it back."
You're speechless, your hands absent-mindedly roaming his chest, feeling the hard muscle underneath. He smirks, knowing he's got you right where he wants you.
"Just promise me you'll text me next time so I won't worry about you." He pleads, taking his shirt off. You shiver at the feeling of his rough skin under your soft, fragile hands. "I promise." You say breathlessly, gripping his pectorals in your hands, your thumbs rolling over his nipples. He grunts.
"I've been a bad boy today Y/n. Punish me and don't hold back."
You nod softly, your hands roaming down to his belt. You undo it and use it to fasten his wrists together behind his back. After removing his jeans, you slip your dress off and make your way to the couch across from him. He watches with full attention as you grab a pillow and place it underneath you so it presses against your core.
"Seonghwa is so cute, Jongho. He has these big hands..." You close your eyes while your hands roam your chest, squeezing it tightly. "I just know they'd feel like heaven on my cunt."
Jongho groans and squirms to no avail, he feels conflicted, your words sting but your actions have him getting unexpectedly hard.
You roll your hips once, twice, until you get a steady pace going. The thin material of your panties shifts, making you feel the pleasure directly on your core. You whimper, imagining it's Jongho underneath you, but you don't tell him that. Instead, you'll let him suffer tonight.
"I'll be his little doll, just a play thing he can use..." You moan as a saliva drips from your lips. "He'll fill me with so much come I won't be able to stand without leaving a trail."
Jongho moans in agony, bucking his hips wildly into the air so hard you can hear the chair thud against the floor. He craves your touch, your friction. Most importantly, he wants to fill your dirty mouth so you couldn't say another word.
More, you need more. Quickly, you throw your underwear to the floor and lay on your back, tossing the pillow aside and inserting your fingers inside instead.
You've always been so shy when it came to sex around Jongho, so this lewd act has his cock restraining against his boxers so much it hurts. He can see the wet spot forming on the fabric and feels humiliated. How can he feel like this when you're not even his? When you're talking about another man right in front of him?
You cry out as you curl your fingers just right, pumping in and out as fast and deep as physically possible. Your breasts bounce from your intense pace, begging Jongho to suck on your perky nipples. Desperate to act on his urges, he pulls at his restraints, but all that does it make his cock rub against his boxers harder.
He moans pathetically, but you don't even notice because the pleasure you're giving yourself feels all too good.
"You're so close, but can't hit it right like I can, right? I know your body best baby, let me help you finish. All you have to do is untie me." Jongho pleads, his body sweaty, his boxes barely hanging off his hips.
Whines spill from his lips, but you don't let them shake you. Instead, you insert another finger that stretches you to your limit. For a brief moment, you're able to open your eyes and look at Jongho.
He looks so beautiful with soft, glassy eyes. His body glistens with sweat, and he has an embarrassed flush across his face. You're about to ask why, but his huge erection covered in wet stains makes you giggle.
"Don't laugh at me! It's your fault I'm like this!"
You laugh more and his dick twitches at the sound, making him feel even more embarrassed than before. Your hands continue to work on your folds as the occasional laugh slips out, Jongho now humping into the air as fast and hard as his restraints allow him. Suddenly, his hips still.
"Fuck-!" He groans, eyes rolling back.
Seeing Jongho so desperate and vulnerable makes it impossible to hold back. "You...Usually last longer... ha..." You pant as your own release comes crashing onto you.
"Shut up." He says, still ashamed of how you made him come without even touching him.
Setting the ruined cushion aside, you get up and get dressed. After untying Jongho, he does the same, and heads for the door.
"I have another blind date tomorrow."
"Do you want me to drop you off again?"
"Yes please." You say sweetly.
He returns your smile, resisting the urge to reach out and kiss you like he used to.
"Goodnight Y/n." He says wistfully, leaving, but more than ready to repeat the cycle again tomorrow.
And maybe, in some messed up kind of way, you were too.
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