Hi, can I request a fanfic with scoups where he just randomly starts making out with you when you talk a bit too much because he finds you so cute
Ugghhh i love him
Too Cute to Handle đ
Genre: Fluff + Cuteness Aggression + Hot Makeout
Warnings: Established relationship, excessive cuteness, soft!Scoups losing his mind (affectionately), light steam (making out, wandering hands, nothing explicit), pure unfiltered fluff
Song rec: âAdore Youâ by Harry Styles
You were sprawled across the couch in one of Seungcheolâs oversized hoodies, legs tangled with his, talking a mile a minute about the stray cat you saw on your way home.
âAnd then she did this little mrrp thing and tilted her head and I just Cheol, I almost cried on the sidewalk. She was so round and her eyes were so big and she let me pet her for like three whole seconds before she decided I was worthyââ
Seungcheol wasnât even pretending to listen anymore.
He was watching you with that dangerous little smile, the one where his dimples pressed deep and his eyes went all soft and predatory at the same time.
His hand had been resting on your ankle, thumb stroking lazy circles, but the longer you talked gesturing wildly with the sleeve paws of his hoodie, voice pitching higher with excitement the tighter his grip became.
You didnât notice.
You were too busy describing the catâs little white socks.
âSo then I was like, âHi baby, do you have a home?â and sheââ
He made a low, strangled noise.
You blinked. âWhat?â
âNothing,â he muttered, but his jaw was tight and he was biting the inside of his cheek like he was physically restraining himself.
His free hand came up to pinch your cheek gently, then not so gently, squishing the soft skin between his fingers.
âCheollie, Iâm trying to tell you about the catââ
âYouâre killing me,â he groaned, voice rough.
âYouâre actually going to kill me.â
You tilted your head, confused and a little pleased.
âWhat did I do?â
âYouâre talking with the hoodie paws. Youâre using voice cracks. You called a stray cat âbabyâ in that voice.â
He sat up suddenly, pulling you closer by the ankles until you were half in his lap.
âYouâre being so fucking cute I canât breathe.â
Your face heated. âIâm just talkingââ
âExactly.â
He cupped your cheeks with both hands now, thumbs brushing your skin almost reverently. His eyes flicked all over your face like he couldnât decide where to look your sparkling eyes, your slightly puffed cheeks, the way your lips kept moving even as he held you. âYou talk too much and itâs lethal. Iâm having cuteness aggression. Medical emergency.â
You giggled, trying to squirm away half-heartedly.
âYouâre so dramaticââ
He cut you off with a kiss.
Not a soft one. Not the gentle little peck he usually gave you when you were being silly.
This was sudden and deep and hungry, like heâd been holding back for the last ten minutes and finally snapped.
His lips moved against yours with purpose, one hand sliding to the back of your neck to tilt your head just right.
You made a surprised little sound that only seemed to make it worse.
âCheolââ you tried to say between kisses, but he swallowed it, kissing you harder. His other arm wrapped around your waist, pulling you fully into his lap until your knees bracketed his thighs.
The hoodie rode up your legs and his warm palm slipped underneath, resting possessively against the bare skin of your lower back.
âYouâre so cute it hurts,â he mumbled against your mouth, barely pulling away enough to speak.
âEvery time you get excited like that⊠fuck, I just want to kiss you stupid.â
âThen do it,â you whispered, dizzy and grinning.
He did.
The next kiss was slower but no less intense tongue brushing yours, teeth grazing your bottom lip, the kind of makeout that made your fingers curl into his hair and tug. He groaned softly at the pull, the sound vibrating through you.
One of his hands slid up your spine under the hoodie while the other stayed on your cheek, thumb stroking like he still couldnât believe you were real.
You pulled back just enough to breathe, foreheads pressed together.
âHi,â you said softly, a little breathless, cheeks burning.
Seungcheolâs eyes were dark, lips kiss-swollen, but the fond smile that broke across his face was pure sunshine. He squished your cheeks again, gentler this time, and planted three rapid little kisses on your puckered lips.
âMy baby,â he murmured, voice wrecked.
âMy cute, talkative, lethal baby. Keep talking. Iâll just keep kissing you every time I canât handle it anymore.â
You laughed, bright and giddy, and leaned in to kiss him again soft this time, sweet, the kind of kiss that tasted like promises and quiet nights in.
He smiled against your mouth, arms tightening around you like he never planned on letting go.
Outside, the city kept moving, but in here it was just you, his favorite hoodie, and Seungcheolâs endless, adorable, slightly feral love.
repost from chwerio / your love for mingyu is unrequited
you shouldn't feel this way about your best friend. it shouldn't bother you when you see him lightly nudge another girl's shoulder with two drinks in his hands. and your heart shouldn't ache when she accepts the glass.
"shit,"Â you sigh, spinning your stool to face the bar. maybe you've had a little too much to drink, which always led to truths brimming at the surface.
mingyu doesn't notice you amongst the crowd in the room, and you're almost grateful that you blend in, away from his focus.
and that's just how you were; always shying away from every little thing he does for you--like how he fixes your shirt, lets you cry on his shoulder, celebrates your milestones, heck, even holds your hair back as you puke in a toilet. to him, that's just what friends are for. to you, it's just the right amount to fall in love.
"it's almost like you enjoy it," he says, circling behind you, "i'd be losing my mind if i were you."
"hao," you murmur, recognizing his voice, "thought you left early."
you don't seem to be looking up to greet him, so instead, he sits himself on the stool next to yours.
"i was on my way out, and then i saw you sitting alone. i figured you'd be with him all night, but i guess i was wrong," he sighs, watching mingyu and his flirtatious advances.
you roll your eyes, grumbling quietly. as much as you try to conceal it, you can't help the heat that prickles your cheeks. "not everything's about him, you know."
minghao is quick to give you a look, knowing you're not being truthful. however, he only nods, not wanting to push an answer out of you. you let out a big breath, slightly spinning your stool to face him. guess he didn't have to try either, minghao thinks.
"like, he can talk to whoever he wants to, right? i mean, it doesn't bother me at all, you know? it's just, what's the point of me being here if he's just gonna--" you shrug, unsure about your next words, "talk to other girls? he's the one who invited me."
"with the notion that you'd probably be talking to other guys," he says, leaning his back on the bar table. "or just people in general. instead, you're here, sulking at the back. alone."
"well, you're here," you scoff, lightly kicking the back of his leg with your heel. "and i don't want to talk to anyone. not in this place."
"but he is," minghao remarks, "talking to someone else, that is."
"yeah, well..." you trail off, suddenly not sure what to say. those drinks have loosened your tongue more than you'd like, as it's easier to be vulnerable when you're a little tipsy, but it doesn't make you hurt less.
you can't help but glance over at what minghao is watching; mingyu, his back to you, leaning so close to some girl as they laugh about one of his (what you believed to be) stupid jokes. it's astonishing to you how carefree he can be with everything, and for a moment, you wonder if he ever notices that you're not laughing like that, not with him.
repost from chwerio / bf vernon who lets his partner do whatever they want :D
vernon doesn't say anything. not when you stick holographic tabby cats on the side of his headphones. in fact, he doesn't even move a muscle from where he's sitting, as if he were paying you no mind at all.
he isn't oblivious to your chest leaning into his side or how your chin rests on his shoulder out of boredom. to him, it had always been your way of letting him know that you needed some sort of attention.
only this time, while he was mindlessly scrolling through his phone, you had other ideas in mind.
in his peripheral vision, he notices the excessive amount of times you raise your hand to the side of his head, suspiciously pressing something small onto the black surface of his headphones.
at first, he assumes you were fidgeting or brushing off fluff from his hair. but after a few minutes, he takes his eyes off his phone screen and turns his head to you, catching a glint of something shimmering between your fingers.
he tilts his headphone off one ear and glances at the abnormal number of sticker sheets on your lap. "cats?" he asks flatly.
"tabby cats," you added, using your empty hand to guide his chin back to its original position. you place the sticker next to the other cats. "with holo finish. very shiny."
vernon puts his phone down to remove his headphones fully, only to be met with half its surface decorated with cat chaos. he has to give you credit, though, for how lovingly you arranged them: sleepy cats, angry cats, rainbow cats, and... a banana cat?
you nuzzle your cheek further into his shoulder and mumble, "you don't like?"
his eyes quickly meet with yours, which stare right at him. "no, i do. i do like them. a lot," he says, pointing at one with his thumb, nodding, "i like this one in particular. rainbow cat."
you hum in response, going quiet once he puts his headphones back on. your fingers rest on his arm while he resumes scrolling--but he's not really thinking about his phone anymore.
"you can put more on if you want," he murmurs.
you look up at him. "you want more?"
he taps the surface of the opposite ear, grinning. "well, i can't have one side untouched."
without a second thought, you grab your sheets and smile wildly, crawling over his lap to snuggle in on his other side. he barely reacts to the sudden shift onto him--just adjusts to make room for you.
"i'm going to make you very, very, shiny, babe..." you say in a hushed tone, already peeling off stickers, earning a snicker from him.
đź preview. âI think heâs a whiny little boy half the time, and heâs obsessed with himself, which, sure, itâs a nod to the old rockstars, the sex, drugs, rock and roll, the alcohol and smoking, but if weâre being honest, donât we know better by now? Donât we, as a collective, as a culture, know that the type of shit that was happening in the seventies, eighties, and nineties was not conducive to actual health? Sure, some of the best songs ever written were written under the influence of cocaine, ecstasy, alcohol, etcetera, but are any of Hyuckâs songs instant classics? I, personally, donât think so. So it feels like a waste of drugs, and a risk to himself, to be doing all of that to emulate the rockstars of old, while being nowhere near their level of talent.â
tw/cw. Mentions of drugs/alcohol, unprotected sex, dirty talk, oral (m/f receiving), sixty-nine, deep throating, multiple reader orgasms, power dynamics, slightly switchy dom leading Hyuck, man handling, bickering, praise, dirty talk, finger sucking, slight overstimulation, multiple sex positions, hair pulling, slight pain kink, tattooed hyuck, big/thick dick Hyuck, etcâŠÂ I pet names: (hers) wolfie.
đč rating.18+ explicit I wc. 5.6kÂ
đ aus. Rockstar!au, enemies to lovers, tension, etcâŠ
âïž mlist + an. I love doing fics that rely on small sections of interview or article renditions describing the relationship between the mcâs, so this one was super fun to write :)
Prologue:
In an era of PR teams and training, this new generation of singers is beginning to go back to the roots of rock and roll. Yes, they have the live bands, the big hair, the facepaint, glitter and leather, but theyâre also starting to bring back something a little more controversial: the art of shit-talking.Â
Lee Donghyuck has become widely known for his âDevil May Careâ antics, for his now infamous Rolling Stones interview, and for a slew of high-profile women who have attempted - and failed, may I add - to tie this seemingly reincarnated 80âs rockstar down. But if thereâs one thing almost as famous as the young singer himself, itâs the rivalry he has with fellow up-and-comer, y/n y/l/n, who goes by the stage name Wolfie Muse.Â
Like âThe Hyuckster,â Wolfie has made a reputation for herself in recent years, channeling vibes and aesthetics that are reminiscent of artists like Freddie Mercury in her orchestral power house songs, and the fashion style of David Bowie. Sheâs not as in-your-face as her male counterpart, but that classic âsex, drugs, and rock and rollâ attitude is unmistakable in every interview she takes.
Blind Items have been talking about these two rockstars in indirect musings for some time, with uncorroborated sources claiming theyâre âexesâ out for vengeanceâ, while others note that they âgot into a fight at a throwback-themed party thrown by renowned DJ pair Mark Lee and Johnny Suh last Spring.âÂ
Regardless of history, one thing is certain: these two have sparks that just canât be contained, and with them both headlining this year's Music Awards, itâs sure to be a spectacle. Â
One:
With the Music Awards quickly approaching and a tour on the horizon, your life has become a series of press conferences and interviews.Â
Being an artist has never been about saying the right thing to news anchors and TMZ representatives; no, to you, being an artist is about two things: the music and the fans. Youâre aware that PR is part of your job, but you refuse to be anything other than authentic, and - to even your labelâs surprise - the âgenuine approachâ has actually bolstered your success.Â
Youâre at the Vice headquarters today, answering questions for a piece that a new writer is drafting for next month's edition, and youâd be lying if you said this wasnât beginning to feel monotonous.Â
Two Starbucks drinks in, and youâre getting restless, your knee is bobbing as you do your best to go through every question with the right level of genuine thought.Â
Youâre asked about how you and your team choose which cities for your tour, and thatâs when you notice someone out of the corner of your eye.
Your skin tingles with even more annoyance, heat flushing through your body, and as you take a second to look like you're considering your answer, your gaze shifts to Lee Donghyuck, whoâs standing by the refreshment table off camera.Â
His eyes lock with yours, and he smirks over the rim of his cup.
Taking a breath, you try to focus on the interview, but itâs nearly impossible to be professional with Hyuck in the same room.
Heâs the most judgmental little shit of a human that youâve ever had the displeasure of meeting, and the last time he released an album, you and a few of your friends had conducted an âanti-successâ tarot reading in the hopes that he would crash and burn.
Itâs hard to be in the same industry and circles as a person youâve come to hate, and even more difficult to finish the interview, but as the questions come to an end, youâre more than happy to jump up and try to escape.
âHiya, Wolfie,â he calls, making you groan with annoyance immediately.
âWhat do you want?â you snap.
âNoticed you were struggling a bit near the end there,â Hyuck grins.
âYeah, wellâŠâ you scour your mind for a comeback, but youâre just too exhausted, âfuck you.â
The rockstar lets out a laugh. âFuck you? Is that the best you could come up with?â
âI donât have time for losers today,â you brush it off.
âWell, weâre both headliners at the Music Awards, so if Iâm a loser, what are you?âÂ
âJust the best female rock artist,â you retort.
âNominee,â Hyuck corrects. âThe best female rock artist nominee. And again, Iâm the best male rock artist nominee, so⊠seems weâre equals, Wolfie.â
âWhy are you even here?â you scowl.
âHmm, why would I be at Vice right now?â Hyuck pretends to think on it, raising one black chipped fingernail to his chin. âOh, right, maybe because I also have an interview? Itâs not rocket science, you know.â
âNo, I mean, why are you here watching me like some creep?â
Hyuck shrugs. âI like to see you squirm.â
You scoff. âI was not squirming.â
âOkay, little miss, âcanât stop shaking my knee.ââÂ
âAt least Iâm not little mister, âclearly hungover on a work day.ââ
âSex, drugs, rock and roll⊠alcohol, more sex, more drugs,â Hyuckâs grin widens. âI thought we were both on the same wavelength with that, but I guess one of us is a pretender.â
âFuck you.â
He lifts his cup mockingly. âFuck you, too, Wolfie.â
Two:
In an exclusive video acquired by TMZ, we can see the tension between rockstars Lee Donghyuck and Wolfie Muse heating up already. While at a Vice interview, the pair were caught exchanging heated words behind the scenes.
This altercation raises questions that have been on the minds of fans, haters, and journalists since the meteoric rise to fame both rock stars enjoyed earlier this year. Like a WWE feud crafted by a creative team, this fiery duo is sure to bring even more eyes to the Music Awards happening this month. Now the question is: is the animosity between these two real, or is it all a PR setup known only to a select few, in hopes of spurring more fans, more media coverage, and more attention?Â
Three:
Rehearsals for something like the Music Awards are never fun, especially as a performer and an MC. You have dual duties, and what feels like ten times the stress, which isnât made any easier by the fact that Hyuck is taking longer than his slotted time during prep.
Heâll be announcing Best Female Rock Artist, and heâs been paired up with Johnny Suh, a famous DJ. Suh is perhaps the only person in the world that Hyuck looks up to, and as you wait in the wings for the two of them to finish up their practice, you can see the joy radiating off the rockstar.
For a man who has a resting bitch face and an unparalleled mischievous streak, Hyuck turns quite boyish when he smiles and looks up at Suh.Â
The sight of him simping over his Hyung is enough to make you laugh, hiding your mouth with a hand, but the amusement is quickly overshadowed by annoyance. Not only is Hyuck overdue on his time, but heâs also extremely cute when he smiles, and the realization makes your blood boil. Â
Finally, a stage hand announces that the two of them really have to wrap things up, and a minute later, Hyuck is walking toward you in the wings of the stage.
âTook you long enough to read a cue card,â you say under your breath.
âTook you long enough to end up nominated for awards,â he retorts.
âSays you, we have the same career trajectory,â you snap back.
âWell,â Hyuck struggles for a response. âIâm the announcer for Best Female Rock Artist, and if your name comes up on the fucking cardâŠâ
âWhat? Finish your threat.â You grin. âAre you going to read the wrong name and be corrected like that time at the Oscars? I would actually love to see that.âÂ
âI guess it wonât matter, because you wonât win anyway,â Hyuck scoffs.
âReally? Who else would win?â You laugh, knowing heâs grasping at straws now.Â
âLiterally anyone else,â he spits back.
âWow, so a drunk and delusional.â You shake your head at him. âI really donât understand what anyone sees in you.â
Hyuck takes a step forward, and your heart leaps to your throat. âThey see my handsome good looks, my sexy hair, my attractive smile-â
âOkay, Narcissus,â you blurt out, trying to put some distance between you and Hyuck by taking a step back, but the rockstar only follows you.
âCome on, Wolfie, you might hate me, but youâre not blind.â The corner of his mouth quirks up into a smirk that makes your skin heat up.
You hate that he is good-looking, and you hate the fact that your body reacts to it, even though your mind is screaming at you to hate this man and everything he stands for.Â
âYou think Iâm sexy, just admit it,â Hyuck says, his voice lowering.
âAnd you know Iâm going to win that award,â you fire back once you can find your words.
Hyuck releases a sigh, stepping back. âKeep dreaming.â
Four:
Red carpets are a different monster.
You feel the weight of your makeup on your skin, and the heaviness of the âdesigner dressâ adorning your body. Itâs tight in all the right places according to your stylist, but as it hugs your stomach and your ribs, cutting off some of your breathing, you think maybe itâs tight in all the wrong places.Â
To make matters worse, red carpets are a shit show of yelling, flashing, demands, and the extreme pressure to act graceful and poised through all of the noise.Â
You do your best to focus on each interview, each small touch and go, most of which are about your outfit, your performance tonight, or your tour.
Somehow, in the circus that is the Music Awards red carpet, you end up next to Hyuck as you both take short interviews, and your skin tingles at the proximity.
âSo, I want to address the elephant in the room,â the interviewer grins, and you match the smile, listening hard for the question that is soon to follow. âThis rakishly handsome man to your left, Lee Donghyuck, The Huckster. Everyone is dying to know the root of your rivalry.â
âOh, uh,â you falter, swallowing back the words that are dying to come out of you.
You fight with yourself, wanting to be candid, but remembering your PR training. However⊠your manager had mentioned that no press is bad press, and a rivalry with Hyuck is something thatâs been putting you in the headlines recentlyâŠ
âDo you want my honest opinion?â you sigh.
âYes, please,â the interviewer grins, smiling like a vulture.
âI think heâs a whiny little boy half the time, and heâs obsessed with himself, which, sure, itâs a nod to the old rockstars, the sex, drugs, rock and roll, the alcohol and smoking, but if weâre being honest, donât we know better by now? Donât we, as a collective, as a culture, know that the type of shit that was happening in the seventies, eighties, and nineties was not conducive to actual health? Sure, some of the best songs ever written were written under the influence of cocaine, ecstasy, alcohol, etcetera, but are any of Hyuckâs songs instant classics? I, personally, donât think so. So it feels like a waste of drugs, and a risk to himself, to be doing all of that to emulate the rockstars of old, while being nowhere near their level of talent.â
The interviewer stares at you in shock, and you can see her processing your words.
You canât believe all of that just came out of you.
âTell us how you really feel,â the interviewer laughs, finally. âSo itâs safe to say youâre not exes like the blind items claim.â
âHonestly,â you scoff, âsome days, I think he wishes.â
Five:
âAnd the award for Best Female Rock Singer goes toâŠâ Johnny and Hyuck open the folded envelope.Â
âNo fucking way,â Hyuck laughs under his breath, but the mic still picks it up.
âWolfie Muse,â Hyuck and Johnny say together, and the entire arena roars with the reveal.
You feel numb even as your team stands to congratulate you. Part of you had known youâd win, but it still feels surreal, and everything is a blur as you make your way to the stage. Youâre in such shock that you even accept a hug from both Johnny and Hyuck, although one feels more performative than the other.Â
Both men stand respectfully behind you as you give your speech, and youâre overwhelmed with emotion as you bare your heart out for everyone. Youâre practically shaking as Johnny and Hyuck walk you off the stage after your acceptance, and itâs not until youâre in the wings that the reality and ecstasy truly hit you.
âCongratulations,â Hyuck says, hanging back with you as Johnny scurries off to prepare for his set, which is happening during the middle of the show intermission.
âI-â Youâre tongue-tied, staring down at your award.Â
âYouâre part of the closing event, which means you have time to go celebrate, if you want,â Hyuck muses, awkwardly patting you on the shoulder.
âHyuckâŠâ You swallow the lump in your throat, all your animosity toward him disappearing as it hits you that youâve won your first major music award.
âYeah, yeah, you deserved it,â he sighs, his own issues with you clearly evaporating into thin air.
Right now, youâre not Wolfie and Hyuck, the rockstar rivals; youâre just two people, one who won an award, and the other who is genuinely congratulating them for the achievement.
âI canât even think,â you admit, running a hand through your hair. âDo you want to come have a drink with me in my trailer before I have to do prep for my show?âÂ
âI guess all the awards I was up for already went through, so I have the time, and I make it a rule to never turn down alcohol,â Hyuck smirks.
âOh, right, congratulations on your Best Male Rock Singer award, too,â you blurt out.Â
He shrugs. âI guess we both knew weâd be winners tonight.â
Heâs so nonchalant, and itâs annoyingly sexy how full of himself he can be.
âCome have a drink before I change my mind,â you laugh, finally feeling grounded as your usual irritation for the man starts to slowly return.
Hyuck only chuckles, following you as you head through the backstage area to the VIP lot outside, where your trailer is.
âSo⊠I got a bottle of Champagne in case I won this,â you explain as you enter the space that contains your hair and makeup station, a closet, and a bed in the back to nap on in case you get tired from working.Â
âNo vodka or whiskey?â Hyuck jokes, taking a seat on the couch area while you grab the bottle from the minifridge.Â
âThis is a champagne occasion,â you insist.
âBut you do have vodka or whiskey?â he asks.
With a sigh, you point to a cupboard where you keep your liquid courage, and Hyuck grins as he stands up to saunter over to it.
âYouâre going to make me drink my champagne alone?â you question, pouring yourself a glass.
âItâs your win, Wolfie,â Hyuck winks, flicking the cap off the bottle of vodka before lifting it to his lips. âSex, drugs, rock and roll.â
You groan at his words, in disbelief that you actually invited this man into your trailer.
Hyuck takes a seat, and your eyes are drawn to the way his thighs look in his pinstripe pants. Heâd gone for a more refined look this evening, but there are still touches of rockstar. Youâre pretty sure someone dusted his face with a bit of glitter, and the chunky rings match the chipped nail polish that he always sports.Â
A bit of his chest is showing with his unbuttoned white shirt, and you swallow a lump in your throat before downing your glass of champagne.
âOh, so itâs that kind of party,â Hyuck grins, taking a large swig of the vodka. âAnd you were on my ass about being drunk while working.âÂ
âIâm not getting drunk,â you insist.
âSo whatâs made you so thirsty?â
You look over at him again, and you can see the mischief in Hyuckâs smile. He spreads his legs a little, and you have to fight the urge to gaze down at his thighs again.
âFine, donât answer, I know youâve been high-strung today,â Hyuck sighs, turning away and nursing the bottle of vodka.
âWhat do you mean?â you ask.Â
âThat interview you gave earlier, you know, the one where you said I do a bunch of drugs and act like an idiot, but I donât actually make any good music.â
Your heart lurches to your throat. âI didnât know you heard all of that.â
âI was standing three feet away,â he scoffs. âItâs fine, I donât think that highly of you either.â
âOh?â You quirk a brow. âAnd tell me, what have I done to you?âÂ
âYouâre a faker. You make money trying to be this sexy rock and roll goddess, but itâs a costume you put on for show, and then take off. I bet you go to sleep early, have a cup of tea, hang out with your cat, that type of bullshit. You are monopolizing on a lifestyle and aesthetic that you donât actually embody.âÂ
Your words catch in your throat.
âOh, and I bet youâre celibate,â Hyuck throws in for good measure, flashing you a grin before taking another sip of vodka.
âI am not celibate!â you insist.
âYeah? Prove it.â Hyuck licks his lips, sitting up on the couch to stare at you.
You scoff loudly, rolling your eyes, but when your gaze returns to your rockstar rival, you realize heâs dead serious.
âWait, youâre propositioning me?â you ask in shock.
âKind of been wanting to fuck some sense into you for a while.â
âFuck some sense into me?â You canât contain yourself anymore. âIâd like to see you fucking try!âÂ
âFucking finally,â Hyuck groans. He sets the bottle of vodka on the floor and stands up abruptly, grabbing you by the hips and tugging you to his chest. You let out a squeak in shock, having not expected him to actually do this, but when his lips smash against your own, your mind goes blank.
The glass youâd been holding in your hand slips from your fingers, and you hear it shatter against the floor, but you canât bring yourself to care as you wrap your arms around the back of his neck, kissing him passionately, fighting with his tongue for dominance.
Hyuck groans, one of his own hands slipping down to your ass, where he gropes you through your dress. A moan escapes you, and the rockstar grins slightly, leaning down to get a grip on you so he can lift you up.
Your legs wrap around his hips, and he carries you toward the small hallway that leads to the back bedroom. He pushes you against a wall there, and you bite on his lower lip as a warning, but he only grins into the kiss, the roughness continuing.
You hate that you enjoy the manhandling, the way heâs dominating you, but you wonât take it lying down, and you thread your fingers in his hair, tugging roughly to earn yourself a deep moan that goes straight to your core.
Hyuck moves his mouth down to your throat, and he licks your sweet spot. You release your own moan of pleasure, panting in his ear as he begins to suck on your skin.
âYou better not mark me,â you gasp when you feel his teeth drag against your neck.
âDonât tell me what to do,â he snaps back.
You tug on his hair, forcing his mouth away from your throat, and you begin to attack his own neck, licking and sucking, earning all sorts of sinful sounds from the man who has you pressed against the wall.
âFuck,â Hyuck says, his voice shaky, his fingers digging into your skin where heâs holding you up.
He tightens his grip on you, then walks you toward the room at the end of your trailer. The blinds are all closed, but thereâs a red light on the wall, and it creates a sinful ambiance as he tosses you onto the bed.
âSo how hard is it going to be to get you out of that dress?â he asks as he begins to remove his clothes.
âDepends, are you man enough for a challenge?â you retort.
Hyuck scoffs, shaking his head at you. âI swear to god, I will tear that dress off of your fucking body.â
âI donât believe you.â
âYouâve gotta stop challenging me,â Hyuck sighs, ripping off his shirt to expose a thin but built form thatâs covered in tattoos. âDonât you know? I hate to lose.â
Heâs on top of you in an instant, lips hot against yours as his hands grab the front of your dress. Itâs only when he begins to rip it apart that you realize he wasn't playing around. Hyuck truly doesnât care that this is a designer garment, he doesnât care about anything other than getting you naked, and it makes your core pulse with desire.
âYouâll have to pay for this dress,â you tell him between kisses.
Hyuck chuckles. âA rockstar wouldnât care about ripped clothes.â
âA man would just say yes and be done with it,â you snap back.
He threads his fingers through your hair, pulling you back roughly so you have to stare up at him. His voice is low when he says, âI like you best when you donât talk.â
âFunny, I was going to say the same thing to you,â you grin.
Hyuck shakes his head, letting out a sigh of annoyance, and then he slams his lips to yours again, pushing your ripped up dress off your body so one of his hands can grasp your now exposed breast.
You groan desperately, loving the way heâs immediately rough with you, pinching the sensitive bud between two fingers.
âI always knew youâd like to be dominated,â he says smugly, his lips moving to your throat where his teeth graze your skin again.
âFuck off,â you snap, but another whimper escapes you when he twists your nipple.
âYeah, thatâs what I thought.â
A powerful surge of adrenaline runs through you, and you push him off of you, leaving the rockstar blinking in confusion.
You tear off whatâs left of your outfit, leaving only your high heels, and then, you grab his pants, tugging them down with rough hands.Â
âOh, shit,â Hyuck laughs. âDidnât realize you wanted to suck me off so bad.â
You roll your eyes at him, of course Hyuck thinks you want to give him head, but this isnât about to be a one way street.
âI make it a habit to never eat alone,â you tell him, standing up straight and looking down at his naked body.
His cock is thick, itâs not the longest youâve ever seen, but you begin to salivate as you think of the stretch the girth will give you.
âSo⊠we sixty-nineing or what?â Hyuck grins, laying back against the pillow like the cat who ate the canary.
You roll your eyes at how much tact he lacks, but you climb onto the bed anyways, core practically dripping with anticipation.
He helps you adjust over him, and you stare down at his cock, feeling his breath on your wet pussy.
You canât believe youâre about to do this, but you donât take the time to think about it, because Hyuckâs hands pull you down to his mouth.
He clearly doesnât have a care in the world that youâre ârivals,â and as he fully dives into eating your pussy, you throw all inhibitions away as well.
Grabbing the base of his cock, you sink your mouth down on him, not caring to tease. If heâs not going to beat around the bush, neither will you, and from the way heâs sucking on your clit, you think heâs trying to see which one of you can make the other cum first.
Itâs a wordless challenge, and it drives you to take as much of him into your mouth as you can. The tip of his girthy cock hits the back of your throat, and your gag reflex kicks in, but you clench your eyes shut and will it away.
Hyuck groans desperately, slurping and sucking your pussy while the vibrations run through you. You can feel your thighs shaking slightly, and Hyuck adjusts his grip on them, warm palms massaging your muscles.
For a moment, you can forget that this is Hyuck, and you can just focus on the fact that heâs eating you out better than anyone else ever has.
You grind down against his mouth, and Hyuck flattens his tongue to allow you to ride his face.Â
Heâs being shockingly good for you⊠and this is a man who - by all accounts - has made it seem like heâs more dominant. However, you get the sense maybe heâs more versatile than he lets on, and the thought excites you.Â
You repeatedly push your mouth down on his cock, your eyes watering as you fight your gag reflex, and Hyuck moans wildly, his hips buckling slightly.Â
You can feel your orgasm bubbling in the pit of your stomach, and it spurs you on as you suck Hyuck stupid, wanting him to be the one who breaks first.Â
His lips wrap around your clit, and he holds you still, forcing you to take everything heâs giving you.
You can no longer hold in your moans, and you pull off of his cock, wrapping your fist around it so you can stroke him off while you press your face to his thigh, whimpering like a whore.
Hyuck grins a little, but he doesnât stop his motions, and soon, your entire body is teetering on the edge.Â
You try to hold it off, but you canât help the orgasm that washes over you, enveloping your form with pleasurable shivers.
The high is overwhelming, and youâve never felt more alive as Hyuck eats you through your orgasm, his mouth still moving like a man who is ravaged by hunger.
But soon, it becomes too much, and you lift off of his face, whimpering and shaking.
Hyuck pushes you off of him, and you land on the bed as he sits up. âI could eat that pretty pussy for breakfast, lunch and dinner, Wolfie,â he muses. âNow are you ready to take my cock, or what?â
You let out a breath, shaking your head. âI thought we agreed to keep the talking to a minimum.â
âNo, I said I like it better when you donât talk, we never agreed I would shut up,â he laughs, adjusting you on the bed before getting on top of you.
Your legs wrap around his hips, and you stare up at the beautifully infuriating man. âDonât be two pump chump.â
Hyuck laughs even harder, then he leans over you, his lips ghosting your ear, âI wouldnât dream of it.â
Two of his fingers slide into your mouth rather suddenly, and his other hand guides the head of his cock toward your core.Â
Youâre so soaked that itâs easy for him to push into you, and you groan at the stretch, sucking his fingers diligently.
âSo this is the way I can shut you up, huh?â Hyuck groans when heâs fully inside of you. âGive you something to suck on and you turn into a complete sub.âÂ
You open your eyes and glare at him, teasing your teeth against his knuckles.
âI know you liked sucking my cock,â Hyuck continues. âDonât try to deny it. And I also know that youâre about to love this.âÂ
With one slight adjustment to anchor himself, Hyuck begins to rut into you, and your eyes roll back into your head from the sensation.
Heâs just so thick, and you can feel him stretching you out with every motion. Your core is still sensitive from your orgasm, and it makes your toes curl as he fucks into you, finding a pace that works for you both.
You moan around his fingers, fully immersed once again.Â
His sounds arenât something youâre averse to either, and thereâs something sexy about the slight whining tone he makes between gasps and grunts.
Hyuck pulls his fingers out of your mouth to smash his lips against yours, and you tangle your fingers in his hair, moaning desperately as he fucks you stupid.
Your whole body feels like itâs on fire, and you kind of love the wet sounds coming from between your legs, the skin on skin, the heat and sweat.Â
His teeth tease your lower lip and you groan, tugging on his hair.
It seems you both have a thing for pain, and Hyuckâs pace quickens, the head of his cock hitting a deep spot inside of you that has your toes curling.
âFuck,â Hyuck groans, pulling out of you abruptly. He flips you onto your stomach, grabbing your hips and lifting you into doggy style before slamming into you again.
You mewl against the sheets, pressing your cheek firmly to the mattress as you grab for something to steady yourself. His hands are on your hips, tugging you back toward him to meet every thrust as he ravishes you in the best possible way.
âFuck, pussy tastes amazing, but it feels like fucking magic,â he groans.Â
Your core flutters around him, and you love the dirty praise, which is something he clearly knows, because his thrusts falter slightly.
âI knew you liked dirty talk like this shit,â Hyuck laughs. âKnew youâd like listening to your rival come undone as he fucks you stupid.â
For once, you have no response, and you can only moan, pushing your hips back toward him, desperate for more.Â
âFuck, keep doing that, keep fucking twerking on my fucking cock,â Hyuck grunts, his fingers digging into your hips. âAnd rub your clit too, I wanna feel you cum this time.â
You shove your hand under your body, two fingers finding the sensitive bud. Your core tightens around him again, and you both moan from the sensation.
âJust like that, fuck,â Hyuck groans, and his words make your entire body tingle.
You let your sounds escape you uncensored as he fucks you toward another high, and the rubbing of your clit has all of your muscles tensing in anticipation.
Then, he grabs your hair, tugging your head back so your body is arched in an odd shape. âDonât hold back,â Hyuck warns, and from the angle of your throat, your sounds are much more guttural now, but thereâs something so sexy about the animalistic way in which heâs fucking you.
âKeep going, keep rubbing that pretty pussy,â he instructs, and you give in to him being the dominant now.
You give in to Hyuck, and it actually feels amazing.
Each rough thrust has you closer and closer to the edge, and soon, your entire body is tensed with anticipation.
âThatâs it, cum for me, cum on my fucking cock,â Hyuck groans, and without any more prompting needed, you let go.
Your orgasm slams through you, your pussy clamping down hard on Hyuck, who lets out a desperate moan.
Then heâs pushing you down flat, his body collapsing on your back as he shallowly fucks you, his cock throbbing in your own pulsating hole.
The warmth of his cum fills you, and the way heâs panting against your shoulders has your body tingling with sensitivity.Â
The two of you are gasping, and you can feel his heart racing against your back as you both try to steady yourselves.
A few minutes pass, and then Hyuck groans. âI probably should have asked you about birth control and STDâs and shit.â
Your heart lurches into your throat. âDid you just give me something?!â
âNo, Iâm clean, are you?â
âFuck off,â you groan, pushing yourself up so he has to roll off of your back while you grab some tissues to deal with the cum thatâs starting to drip off of you.
âSo weâre both clean, good,â Hyuck laughs, but then his demeanor gets more serious. âThis doesnât change anything, by the way.âÂ
âYeah, in your dreams this changes anything,â you snap back.Â
âIn your dreams!âÂ
And the irritation is back.
You shake your head, going to the small bathroom to clean yourself up. You grab some clothes, checking your phone for the time. âFuck, my team will be here soon to prep me for my show.â
âWouldnât want to hold little miss Best Female Rock Artist back,â Hyuck chuckles, pulling on his jeans.
âYeah, get the fuck out of my trailer.â
âYouâd have to beg me on your knees if you wanted me to stay.â
You roll your eyes. âAgain, I donât want you here.â
âSure you donât.â Hyuck grabs you by your hips, pulling you in for one last heated kiss, and when he pulls away, heâs grinning. âAll bark and no bite.â
You canât with him, and you let out a frustrated sigh.
âIâll be seeing you,â Hyuck winks as he heads toward the exit door of your trailer. âAnd again, this doesnât change anything.â
You wonder if heâs trying to convince you or himself, but you donât dwell on it. You have a job to do, and youâd never let a man - let alone a man like Hyuck - get in the way of your work.Â
This is something to deal with another time, and youâll cross that bridge then.Â
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Summary: Somebody had been texting you about some group project and kept calling you âCheolâ for three days straight. You told the stranger he probably had the wrong number, but the stranger insisted he had the correct one. With that, the two of you started exchanging things about each other, unaware that neither one of you was as far away from each other as you originally thought.
Pairing: Yoon Jeonghan x Fem!reader
Warnings/tags: 18+ MDNI, eventual smut, fluff, smidge of angst, romcom, college au, non idol au, best friend!Joshua & Wonwoo, Joshua calls the reader pipsqueak, strangers to friends to lovers, sexting, phone sex, masturbation, mentions of alcohol consumption, mentions of smoking weed, shotgunning, having sex while high (but it's consensual), protected & unprotected sex, dom!Jeonghan, pussydrunk!Jeonghan, multiple sex scenes, oral sex (f receiving), multiple positions, couch sex, face sitting, they text a LOT, Jeonghan is a horny bastard.
A/N: LOL YOU GUYS THOUGHT I'D POST IT MID MAY. I lied. anyway, I hope you guys enjoy this fic, and I'm sorry it took me a month to write... wish me luck for my exams tomorrow, and as always, this is not how I depict the idols in real life! This is fiction!
Word count: 19.1k (I yap too much)
Dividers from @saradika-graphics & @chrisssiren
Your phone had been buzzing every two minutes, a message notification coming from an unsaved number appearing on the top of your screen. Your best friend glanced at the device before looking back at you. âArenât you gonna check whoâs been blaring your messages for the past twenty minutes?â
âWeâre in the lab right now, Shua. Iâm not going to check my phone while Iâm in the middle of perfecting a blood smear. Speaking of which, give me your finger, Iâve jabbed myself enough times already.â
You grabbed his hand only for him to swat yours away with a soft hiss. âTake Wonwooâs hand, Iâm not sacrificing myself for your experiments.â
âItâs a blood smear. Weâre supposed to do this in pairs. And youâre my pair, by the way,â you deadpanned, grabbing your friendâs arm as he whined when you pricked his finger for some blood. You carefully placed the small drop of Joshuaâs blood into the glass slide, grabbed the second slide and placed it at a 45-degree angle before your phone buzzed again, causing you to lose your focus and fail to do your task once more.
Taking a deep breath, you tried not to crash out and scream as you grabbed your phone, unlocked it, and checked your messages from the unknown number.
???: Cheol.
???: Cheol, check this out.
???: [sent 1 attachment]
???: I got sushi from that one place just outside campus. I was thinking we could go.
???: Cheooooooooooooooool
???: dude, stop ignoring me đ
You: Iâm not Cheol, and you have the wrong number.
???: Thereâs no way youâre not Cheol. This is literally the number he gave me.
You: You mustâve saved the wrong number then. Please stop texting me.
???: Why?
You: Uhhh, because Iâm not your friend?
???: I mean, we could be :))Â
You snorted at the logic the stranger you were texting was showing. Glancing around, you continued to text the unknown number while your PI was busy with other undergrads.
You: How?
You: For all you know, I could be a 64-year-old creep.
???: You see, you wouldnât be saying that if you were actually that old.
???: Plus, no old man would be able to text as quickly as you do.
You: Fair enough.
You: Still, you donât know me, and you shouldnât really be spamming a random personâs number.
???: I thought you were my friend, so đ€·
???: Anyway, new friend!
???: What are you up to?
You: Iâm in a lab right now, actually.
???: As in youâre a scientist?
You: Undergrad in the Biology department.
You: How about you?
???: Now, now⊠It wonât be fun if I reveal everything about myself now, will it?
You: Youâre so strange.
You: Iâm gonna block you now. Nice meeting you, stranger.
???: WAIT WAIT
???: Iâm a journalism major. Iâm assuming weâre from the same uni?
You: Why would you assume that?
???: Idk, hunch.
You: Okay⊠I need to go. I donât want to get in trouble with my PI.
???: Does that mean you wonât block me?
You: Iâll think about it.
You turned off your phone, shaking your head as you grabbed Joshuaâs arm again. âOne more time.â
âYou pricked my finger in the same spot like four times! How consistent can you be?!â Joshua complained as he held his âtorturedâ finger, as he called it, after you had pricked him four more times during lab. The two of you were walking from the lab towards the exit of the Biology department building to grab lunch at your usual hangout spot, which was the campus cafeteria.
As you shrugged, you shook your head at your best friend and his antics. Your thoughts were too preoccupied with the stranger whom you had texted earlier, wondering what they were up to at the current moment. Deciding to pull out your phone, you checked if they had texted you, but there was nothing.
âWaiting for prince charming to message you?â Joshua peered over your shoulder, which he immediately regretted when you elbowed him.
âI donât even know if heâs a guy or not.â You rolled your eyes as you pocketed your phone, walking ahead as your friend followed.Â
Joshua grabbed your phone from your pocket with ease, unlocked it, and checked your messages. âTotally a guy. No girl would message like this.â
âHow do you know?â You muttered as you snatched your phone back from your best friend, smacking him gently as you looked through the messages again. He was right. A girl would typically not text like this, and it was just pretty obvious that a guy was texting you, but you didnât want to assume.
The two of you continued to banter until you got to the cafeteria to meet up with Wonwoo, who had to leave earlier because of a student council meeting. Once all of you had your food, you sat down by the windows and placed your trays on the table. Thatâs when your phone buzzed, prompting you to check, only to get disappointed when it was an email from your professor about your data analysis report for Statistics.
Wonwoo raised his eyebrow at Joshua, who just shrugged with a fond smile before digging into his food. You noticed the glance your four-eyed friend was giving you and gave up on staying quiet.
âA random number kept texting me these past three days,â you grumbled, taking a bite out of your food. Chewing and swallowing, you continued, âAnd I just replied to them today during lab.â
Wonwoo raised his brows, intrigued by your situation before speaking. âSo⊠You just ignored them for three days straight?â
â...yes?â You sounded uncertain as Wonwoo hummed, thinking before shaking his head. âWhat? You thought of something, tell me!â
âNo, nothing. I just thought it was strange that youâd ignore them rather than just block them.â He shrugged, and you blinked at his words, realising what he meant.
Right. You usually did block random numbers, but that was when they called! And this guy did not call, so you didnât feel obligated to block him. Plus, you were pretty curious about the mysterious texter who wanted to âbefriendâ you.
âDo we know any journalism majors?â You suddenly blurted out, causing Joshua to look at you with a cocked eyebrow.
âUh, Seungcheol is a journalism major with his friendâwhat was his nameâŠâ he muttered, trying to recall the name of Seungcheolâs friend. âI donât remember his name, but why?â
You shook your head, trying to dismiss Joshuaâs growing suspicions. âNothing, nothing⊠Itâs just that he said we might be from the same uni.â
Joshua groaned at that, and you knew what that sound meant. You chuckled awkwardly, knowing it was probably a bad idea to meet up with this person without getting to know them first, but hey, at least you were trying to socialise, right?
âYou are not going to meet him! What if heâs some serial killer?â You rolled your eyes at your friendâs tendency to exaggerate everything, but Wonwoo seemed to agree with him. A sigh left your lips before raising your hands, as if to say you were forfeiting the idea. For now.
âYou should get to know this guy first before meeting him. Stranger danger and all,â Wonwoo murmured while cutting his pork katsu into bite-sized pieces. âWe donât want you to get into unnecessary danger.â
Your eyes softened at your friend, understanding that they were only looking out for you. Taking another bite of your food, your phone buzzed once more. Expecting another email, you unlocked your phone only to see that the unknown number sent you a picture.
???: [sent 1 attachment]
???: Lunch đ
You: Huh.
???: What?
You: We are from the same uni, after all.
???: So, my hunch proves to be correct!
???: What are you up to?
You: I'm also in the campus cafeteria, with some friends.
???: OoOoh
You: ??
???: Nothing, nothing.
???: I'd say let's meet, but that's a little too early for that đ
You: My friends and I were actually just talking about that.
You: Stranger danger, so⊠what's your name?
???: Wouldn't you like to know? What's yours?
You bit your lower lip as you looked up from your phone to check any students in the surrounding vicinity who were on their phonesâalmost everyone. A sigh left your lips before you typed out your name and hit send.
???: Cute name
???: I'm Jeonghan. At your humble service.
You: Jeonghan, huh? You know I could just search you up in the student files on the uni website, right?
Jeonghan: But what would be the fun in that, sweets?
You: âsweetsâ?
Jeonghan: You sound sweet, so sweets đ€·đ»
Jeonghan: Anyway, let's set up some rules!
You: For what???
Jeonghan: Since we're from the same uni and all, we're bound to bump into each other.
You: The journalism department and biology department are on opposite ends of campus.
Jeonghan: We could share classes, you never know, sweets.
Jeonghan: Anyways, rules! One, you're forbidden from searching me up on the school website and vice versa. It's more fun if we don't know what we look like for now.
Jeonghan: Two, no asking around people on campus if they know who we are. That'd be cheating.Â
Jeonghan: Three, we update each other on our day-to-day to get to know each other better until we're ready to meet. And wanting to meet needs to be mutual, so if one doesn't want to, we can't meet.
You: So, you want this to be like a game?
Jeonghan: Kind of? It'll be fun :)
Jeonghan: So, what do you say, sweets?
You: What if I say no?
Jeonghan: Then I will never text you again, and we will go on with our lives as strangers.
Jeonghan: But I know you're interested, so please say yes.
You: Whatever, sure.
Jeonghan: Perfect. I knew I could count on you đ
You: Don't ever send that emoji again, or I'm blocking you.
Jeonghan: Got it đ«Ą
âHaving fun texting the stranger?â You almost jumped out of your seat when Joshua spoke up, prompting you to smack him.
âHis nameâs Jeonghan.â You glanced back at your screen to check if he had sent anything else, but there was just a gif with confetti. A soft snort left your mouth at that before you shook your head. âHe's strange, but I'm only a human, and humans get curious.â
Joshua rolled his eyes, finishing his lunch as he stole a fry from your tray. âJust eat your food, you've been texting the guy for the past ten minutes. We have Statistics after this.â
A groan left your lips at that, disliking Statistics out of all of your lectures for the day. You'd rather have lab all day with your strict PI rather than Statistics with your notoriously annoying professor. You finished your lunch quickly and said goodbye to Wonwoo, who had a different lecture from you and Joshua.
âWho's got you smiling like that, dude?â Seungcheol sat across from Jeonghan as the latter cleared his throat before pocketing his phone.
âNo one, what are you talking about?â Jeonghan shoved a couple of fries into his mouth, pretending like he wasn't just giggling to himself like some moron after texting you. His best friend raised his eyebrows, unimpressed as he sighed.
âYou were texting her, weren't you?â Seungcheol noted the way Jeonghan glanced away, neck and ears burning as he sighed. âDude, I gave you her number so you could introduce yourself! Not that you could convince her you had the wrong number.â
âI did introduce myself, kind ofâŠâ Jeonghan muttered, looking back at Seungcheol with a pleading glance. âI made this whole thingâI'll get to know her through texting, and we'll meet each other once we're readyââ
âOr you could just stop complicating this for yourself and introduce yourself to her like a normal human being?â Seungcheol deadpanned, crossing his arms as Jeonghan groaned. Only if it were that simple.
Jeonghan didn't have the guts to approach you and talk to you as he usually would with other people. He wasn't sure why, but something was stopping him from acting like himselfâmaybe it was because he didn't want to give you the wrong first impression? He couldn't figure it out, but what he did want was to get to know you better, and this was one way to do it.
He was so surprised when Seungcheol mentioned that he knew you, having taken some classes together during freshman year. He was even more surprised when Seungcheol told him he had your number. That's what got him into the situation he was inâtexting you without you knowing that he was just one person away.
âSeriously, Hannie⊠She'll like you. You're funny, and she's a simple soul, she's practical, and if you play your cards right, she might agree on a date.â Seungcheol looked at his best friend with a sympathetic smile, but Jeonghan was convinced his way was better.
And he'd go through with this plan until he was ready to actually reveal himself.
Statistics was as boring as ever, but you promised yourself you'd actually focus this semester. While writing down your notes in your notebook, you couldn't help but feel someone's gaze on you. You turned your head in the direction you could feel the gaze from, and met someoneâs eyes before they hurriedly looked away. Strange.
Thatâs when you noticed the person he was sitting next to. Seungcheol.
You turned back to your notes, curious about the guy sitting next to the friend you had made during freshman year. They were both probably journalism majors, so maybe they knew Jeonghan. Not like you could askâit was a part of the rules of the game your next textmate decided to make up.
When the lecture ended, you decided to walk up to Seungcheol and his friend, telling Joshua to go ahead, and that youâd catch up with him later.Â
âHey, SeungcheolâŠâ You greeted awkwardly, not having seen him in quite some time due to your busy schedule.Â
The man in front of you immediately perked up when you came up to him, greeting you back with a hug. âHey, itâs been a while! This is my friend JeonghanâaughâŠâ
âHe meant Jung Han. My nameâs Han. Hi,â Jeonghan murmured after elbowing his friend in the rib before shaking your hand with a smile. You gave him a small one back, letting go of his hand after a beat.
âNice to meet you, Han. I guess, uhm⊠Iâll see you guys around? I still have to head to the lab to check on my samplesââ
âHannie can walk you there! He has, uh, he has a class not too far from there, yeah.â Seungcheol nudged Jeonghan forward, making you blink at both of them. You werenât really against the idea, and Jeonghan was quite the looker.
You decided and hummed, nodding. âYeah, sure. Why not?â
The two of them looked at each other, as if they were communicating with each other telepathically, before Jeonghan smiled at you and offered his arm. âShall we?â
The bold action caused you to snort and take his arm, telling yourself that you could get out of your comfort zone just this once.
âSo, Han,â you started, and he hummed, looking down at you as the two of you walked arms linked with each other. âHowâd you and Seungcheol meet each other?â
âHmm, I think it was kindergarten. Why?â He asked back, and you just shrugged, seeming to be curious about the guy you were currently walking with. Jeonghan had this charm to him that you couldnât place, but he seemed to be a little awkward, even when he was just walking with you.
You wanted to talk to him. You wanted to ask questions you normally wouldnât have. Jeonghan was just that type of guy youâd want to actually get to know for some reason. Usually, you wouldnât even be this touchy with a person you just met, putting them at armâs length, but he just made it a bit easier to open up to.Â
So, you talked. Asked questions about him like the curious researcher you were, noting everything down mentally as you listened.
When you got in front of the Biology department building, you unlinked your arm from his before smiling. âThis is me⊠Thanks for walking me here. You really didnât have to.â
âNah, it was my pleasure. It was fun talking to you, sweeâI mean, uhh⊠yeah, fun talking to you.â He scratched the back of his ear, giving you an awkward chuckle. âSee you around!âÂ
Jeonghan gave you a salute before he turned and hurriedly walked away. You faltered, wanting to call out for him to ask for his number, but he was already out of earshot. A soft sigh left your lips before you decided to head into the building to check on your precious samples in the lab with a giggle.
âStop fucking giggling like an evil scientist,â Joshua muttered from behind you as he smacked you with his clipboard. You frowned, rubbing the back of your head as you glared at your best friend. âSo, who was the guy you had your arms linked with~?âÂ
You rolled your eyes, knowing Joshua would want to know about what he saw. âNothing, Seungcheol offered him to walk me, and I agreed.â
âJust like that? You? Agree for some guy to walk you all across campus?â He raised an eyebrow, and you sighed. âWhatâs the guyâs name?â
âJung Han,â you murmured, and Joshuaâs eyes widened.
âJeonghan? Like the guy youâre texting?â
âNo, noâJung Han. Two separate people. His nameâs Han.â You explained, and your best friend made an âOâ shape with his mouth before furrowing his brows and grumbling to himself. âWhat?â
âI was sure Seungcheolâs friendâs name was Jeonghan, though, but eh, I mustâve misheard.â Joshua tilted his head to the side, clicking his tongue softly before dragging you into the lab room, where a few people were already conducting their research in their own workbenches. You didnât linger on your friendâs words, focusing on the bacterial samples you had in the small lab refrigerator instead.
Twenty minutes into conducting research and writing your thesis, your phone buzzed, distracting you from your task as you glanced at the device before looking back at your laptop. You contemplated whether it was worth getting distracted, glancing around as Joshua seemed to be preoccupied with sending you random memes on Instagram. So, you decided to abandon writing your thesis to check whatever Joshua mightâve sent you before seeing a message from Jeonghan.
Jeonghan: [sent 1 attachment]
Jeonghan: The sunsetâs pretty.
Jeonghan: Like you probably.
You: Are you flirting with me?
Jeonghan: uhhhhhhhhh
Jeonghan: If I am, would you let me?
You: I donât know.
Jeonghan: wdym you donât know? :(Â
You: If you send me one more sunset pic, Iâll consider saying yes.
Jeonghan: [sent 7 attachments]
Jeonghan: Are these enough?
You stifled a giggle, covering your mouth before replying to his message. You found Jeonghan entertaining, so you indulged in whatever he was trying to do.
You: Youâre weird, you know that?
Jeonghan: Yes, youâve called me strange before, I know
You: [sent 1 attachment]
You: Iâm in the lab conducting research right now.
You: Lowkey bored :// My best friend keeps sending me reels instead of helping me.
Jeonghan: Thatâs cute
Jeonghan: The Sanrio sticker on your laptop, I mean
Jeonghan: Whoâs your fav character?
You: Cinnamoroll.
Jeonghan: Noted đ
You: For what?
Jeonghan: Thatâs a surprise for the future, sweets.
You: What if I donât like surprises? What then?
Jeonghan: Ehhh, I think that you do like surprises, youâre just trying to throw me off my game
Jeonghan: But that wonât work! Because I can foresee the future.
You: And that future is?
Jeonghan: You and me on a date :)
You: Right. Iâm blocking you.
Jeonghan: NOâ WAIT PLEASE
Jeonghan: I was too forward. I apologise.
Jeonghan: One more chance, I beg of you, sweets.
Jeonghan: No date. Unless you change your mind.
Jeonghan: Sweets?
You decided to leave him on read with that, wanting to cackle to yourself. Instead, you settled with a slightly off-putting giggle, prompting the people around you to send you side glances, which also happened to be your best friend. Joshua threw a pipette at you, hitting you square in the forehead, pulling you out of your weird state.
âStop giggling to yourself like that, weirdo. Youâre creeping me out.â
You flipped him off, grumbling to yourself as you dove back into your research with a soft smile on your lips when you glanced at the Cinnamoroll sticker on your laptop.
It was late when you got back home to your apartment, tiptoeing inside so as not to wake your roommateâMinghaoâup. It had been a long day, and you were exhausted, so instead of scurrying to your bedroom, you crashed on the leather couch you and Hao had bought last year, deciding to invest in a good couch instead of keeping the old, ratty one that was provided by your landlord.
Your phone buzzed, surprising you. It was 1:04 AM. Why was he still up? You unlocked your device and pressed the notification.
Jeonghan: u still up?
You: Why are you up?
Jeonghan: Couldn't sleep đ€·đ»
Jeonghan: You?
You: Just got back from the lab.
You: I worked on my thesis and didn't realise it was late.
Jeonghan: Ahhhh, I see..
Jeonghan: Do you wanna play 20 questions?
You raised your eyebrow at that, sitting up and leaning against the backrest as you thought about it. Jeonghan was a complete stranger to youâbut you just continued indulging him because he was interesting. You thought about the other Jeonghanâor Jung Han, as he insisted, but you couldn't really take it seriously. Probably coincidental that they had the same name.
You: What the hell, why not?
You: Who starts?
Jeonghan: You can :)
You: Were you serious about that date?
Jeonghan: Oho, straight to the hard questions, huh? I can't say I don't like it.
Jeonghan: Maybe⊠Why?
Jeonghan: U interested? đ
You: Those two count as two separate questions, so I'll answer them and get two questions myself.
You: Nothing in particular, I was just wondering if you were serious or not, and no, I'm not interested. Not yet anyway.
You: Whatâs your favourite colour?
Jeonghan: đ
Jeonghan: Woah, woahâ backtrack, little lady
Jeonghan: wdym ânot yetâ??
You: I don't know you, so.
Jeonghan: Fair enough..
Jeonghan: Oh, and my favourite colour is black.
You: Hm.. why would you want to go out with me? You don't even know what I look like.
Jeonghan: Does it matter if I do?
Jeonghan: Don't count that as an actual question; it was rhetorical
Jeonghan: And to answer your questionâwhy not? You're interesting, and I find texting you quite fun, even when you threaten to block me or text like a robot sometimes.
You: I do not text like a robot! đĄ
Jeonghan: Sorry to break it to you, sweets, but you do, painfully so. But it's part of the charm that tugs me towards you đ
You: Your turn.
Jeonghan: Right. Uhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh
Jeonghan: Oh! What's your favourite movie?
You: I, uh⊠27 dresses. And How to Lose a Man in 10 days. Both romcoms, yes.
Jeonghan: That's cute
Jeonghan: Will be sure to watch them and tell u what I think about them
You: What are your hobbies?
Jeonghan: Hmmm.. Thatâs a difficult question. But I like playing football (not the American one, I'm a little too unqualified for that), sleeping and taking care of my pet rock ^^
You: You have a pet rock?
Jeonghan: That's two questions, sweetheart, but yeah, I do.
Jeonghan: [sent 1 attachment]
Jeonghan: Its name is Doljjong :)
You: That'sâŠ
You: Thatâs cute.
Jeonghan: Thanks
Jeonghan: How about you? What are your hobbies?
You bit your lower lip at that, contemplating whether or not to share something so close to your heart with a stranger. Deciding not to linger on it, you typed out your answer.
You: I like to read.
Jeonghan: Just that?
You: And, uh, I guess I like to draw sometimes.
Jeonghan: Okay, okay, cool
Jeonghan: Can I ask a more personal question?
You: Uh, sure.
Jeonghan: Do you have a boyfriend?
You: No.
Jeonghan: Why not?
You: Too busy.
Jeonghan: Would you like to have one then?
You: Good night, Jeonghan.
Jeonghan: Worth a shot
Jeonghan: Night, sweets.
You sighed, chickening out before the questions got too intense, not wanting to reveal too much, too soon. Your cheeks couldn't help but warm at the incessant flirting from Jeonghan, unsure why he was so interested in your love life when he barely knew you.
âHe's so weirdâŠâ You muttered to yourself as you lay back down on the couch.
âWhoâs weird?â You shot back up when you heard Minghaoâs voice, seeing him getting a bottle of water from the fridge.
You shook your head, dismissing his question with a wave of your hand. âNothing, just muttering to myself.âÂ
That seemed to satisfy Minghao's fleeting curiosity as he padded back to his room, leaving you alone once more, your head hitting one of the throw pillows while you thought about your new contact and Jung Han.
âSeriously, youâve been texting the guy for five days now, and you're thinking about meeting him already?â
Joshua shook his head, still disapproving of the idea of you meeting your phone pen pal. You had been texting Jeonghan for almost a week, and you enjoyed talking to him more often than you didn't. You found yourself liking his free personality, the way he seemed to just be himself through the phone, open with you as he shared little moments of his life without revealing too much. And you did the same; you gave him a piece of your peaceful life, sharing small stories about your experiences at the lab or just talking about your day-to-day, just like you agreed upon.
You found yourself truly befriending the guy who accidentally texted your number.
A groan left Joshuaâs lips as he sighed. âGive it more time, get to know him better before you actually agree to something serious. I don't want you coming home crashing out because he wasn't the guy you expected him to be.âÂ
âWhat guy?â You suddenly hear a voice behind you, turning to see none other than Jeonghan Han. Your expression seemed to change when you saw him, your face a little brighter as he sat down beside you.
âOh, uh, nothing. Just the guy Iâve been texting.â You shrugged as he rested his arm around the backrest of your chair before stealing a fry from your tray.Â
You and Jeonghan had also been spending some time with each other, getting to know each other as you talked through Instagram DMs. He sent you funny memes and made sure to remind you to drink water. He was friendly and charming, but not in the same way as the Jeonghan youâve been texting over the phone.
Jeonghan felt bad for lying to you like this, wanting to come clean, but he was in way too deep within his two personas he was showingâthe strange charmer over the phone, aka the real him, and whatever this âJung Hanâ persona was. It was baffling how you couldnât connect the dots. He shook it off as he glanced at you with the usual look he always sent your wayâyearning and admiring. Even Joshua could notice it, your best friend clearing his throat and coughing.
âIâll leave you two alone. I donât feel like third-wheeling. See you during lab.â Joshua got up from his seat, giving the two of you a wave before leaving with his tray. Jeonghan chuckled awkwardly at that, while you just hummed and continued eating your food in soft silence.
âTell me about that guy youâre texting.â Jeonghan suddenly blurted out, prompting you to pause and look at him. He seemed curious, his eyes darting around before looking back at you.Â
âI⊠I mean, heâs nice. I like talking to him. Heâs a little strange, but I guess thatâs the part of his charm,â you murmured, smiling as you took a bite of your food, chewing and swallowing before continuing, âHeâs asked me out about three times, but I turned him down since itâs only been five days. But we do have a few things in common.â
âYeah? Like what?â Jeonghanâs heart seemed to clench at how enthusiastically you talked about him to him, feeling jealous of his own self for knowing more about you and not being able to voice it out. It was ridiculous.
âI know I shouldnât want to meet up with him, but I really want to. I want to see him and talk with him about all the things I talked about. Do you⊠Do you get what I mean?â You fidgeted with the napkin on your tray, glancing at Jeonghan as he nodded. You didnât seem to notice how he tensed up, his jaw clenching before he relaxed.
Jeonghan then decided to tuck a few strands of hair away from your face, making you blink and flush when he leaned in. âYou like him that much?â He sounded a bit hurt, eyes softening as he continued, âWhat about me?â
âWhâwhat about you?â You mustered out, not moving away as his fingers found your shoulder, gently touching.
âNothing, nevermindâŠâ He chuckled, but it sounded strained as he moved back, ruffling your hair. âI have a lecture soon, pretty, Iâll see you later, okay?â
You faltered, confused as he got up and grabbed his bag, leaving you all alone at your table, your thoughts filled with nothing but his words. What about me?
Jeonghan wanted to scream into his pillowâwell, Seungcheolâs pillow. He was currently in his best friendâs dorm at Beta Sigma Tauâs fraternity house. They were supposed to be writing an article about some topic Jeonghan had already forgotten, focused on his phone instead.
âYou should just tell her, man. Stop being a wimp.â His best friend turned to Jeonghan as he sighed at his whining.
âI tried, Cheol⊠But something in me just flaked out, and I couldnât bring myself to break it to her. What if she hates me for it?â He sat up, hugging the pillow as he checked your messagesâboth on Instagram and on his number. Nothing. He wondered if you had figured it out and decided to actually block himâ
Ding!
Jeonghan immediately unlocked his phone to see that you had sent him a picture.
He almost fainted on the spot.
It was you in a pretty, baby blue sundress that ended at your mid-thigh, the sleeves puffy, making you look like a modern-day princess. Your face was covered by your phone, obviously not wanting to reveal it yet, even if he knew what you looked like, but this was the first time youâd sent anything remotely involving your looks.
You: Does this dress look okay?
Jeonghan: Yes.
You: Woah, thatâs a serious response.
Jeonghan: Sorry, I was just so uh
Jeonghan: Surprised, ig?
Jeonghan: But you look very pretty, sweets
Jeonghan: Are... are you going on a date, mayhaps?
You: Maybe.
You: Jk, Iâm not, I just wanted to know what you thought of the dress.
Jeonghanâs heart almost dropped when he saw that first message, before you followed it up with the second one. He didnât realise he was holding in his breath as he let it out, making Seungcheol side-eye him, but he was too focused on texting you.
Jeonghan: I think the dress is lovely
Jeonghan: Will you wear it on our first date?
You: Maybe.
Jeonghan: You and your âmaybeâs, just say yes or no, baby
You: Pffft
You: Ask me out again.
Jeonghan: Are you fr right now?
You: If you donât do it in the next 10 seconds
Jeonghan: Sweets, sweetheart, will you go out on a date with me?
You: Yes.
Jeonghan got up from Seungcheolâs bed, startling his best friend as he re-read your answer before screaming, âSHE SAID YESââ
âWhat?â Seungcheol grimaced when Jeonghanâs voice cracked as the latter started jumping around like some madman.
âShe said yes, dude, Iâm going out on a date with herâfuck.â
He ran his fingers through his hair, already thinking of the plethora of things he wanted to do before coming up with a whole idea of where to bring you and whatnot.
This was going to be the perfect date.
Your heart was beating out of your chest. You said yes. You said yes. To a date with Jeonghan, a stranger you just met five days ago. Usually, your instincts told you to run in the opposite direction, but this time, it was telling you not to run away. Like this was meant to happen.
The two of you had agreed that youâd see each other on Saturday, which was four days away, giving the two of you some time to prepare. Prepare for what exactly? You werenât sure, but you definitely needed the time.
You were currently on your way home, listening to music as you managed to bump into Jeonghan. He seemed as surprised as you were; his face was slightly flushed as if he was in a rush. He murmured your name as you took your headset off.
âHeyââ
âHiââ
The two of you said in unison as you paused and smiled with a soft giggle. Jeonghan scratched the back of his earâsomething he did when he was nervous, as you noted a couple of days prior.Â
You spoke up first, your expression full of wonder. âWhere were you headed from?â
âOhâuh, from Cheolâs place. We were supposed to do this one article, but I forgot the topic.â He chuckled, standing there as he put his hands in his pockets awkwardly. âIâm guessing you were going home from the lab?â
âBingo.â You did finger guns, also pocketing your hands into your jacket. Your thoughts lingered on that moment you had in the cafeteria earlier that day, but you didnât bother mentioning it.
Jeonghan seemed to hesitate, but spoke up after a beat, âDo you want to come over to my place?â
He blurted out, prompting you to pause. You checked your watch before looking at him apologetically. âIâm sorry, but Iâm running late. My roommate wants me to eat dinner with him and his friends. Weâre having Chinese. Maybe next time, though?â
âOhâuh, yeah, sureâŠâ Jeonghan smiled, hiding his disappointment and understanding that you had prior plans. Thatâs when he remembered about the party that was going to be hosted at Seungcheolâs fraternity.
âHey, wait,â he managed to grab your wrist before you could leave. âThereâs a party at CheolâI mean Seungcheolâs fraternity this Friday.â
You blinked at him, pursing your lips slightly before cracking a soft smile. âIâm not really the partying type, Han.â
âIâI know! But we donât have to stay downstairs. Iâm sure Seungcheol wonât mind if we stay in his room. We could play Uno, or something.â He rubbed his neck, looking at you hopefully.Â
You thought about it for a second before sighing softly and nodding, âYeah, Iâll go. Just donât leave me alone there, alright? Iâm sacrificing my precious Friday lab plans for this.â You joked as Jeonghan let go of your wrist, letting you leave as he found himself groaning when you were out of earshot.
You, on the other hand, were groaning for another reason. Not only were you sacrificing your precious time at the lab, but you were also juggling between two guys at this point! You felt guilty, but at the same time, it wouldnât hurt to go, right? You were going there as his friend.
Shaking your head, you decided to stop thinking about it as you headed back to your apartment so you could eat with Minghao, Jun, and Soonyoung.
âIâm home!â You shouted from the front door as you slipped your shoes off, padding over to the kitchen to see Minghao cooking, while Jun and Soonyoung were trying to beat your record in Mario Kart in the living room. You could smell the aroma of the food Hao was cooking, going over to the stove before grabbing a spoon from one of the drawers and trying the soup.Â
Your roommate smacked your hand before you could grab another bite of the meat. âItâs not done yet, you impatientââ
Soonyoung, who called your name from the couch, cut Minghao off from cursing you out, and you smiled innocently at him before heading over to where your roommateâs friend was. âI beat your record! Give me the crown!â
âOh yeah? Watch me beat your recordââ You were about to grab the console from him when your phone buzzed. It was Jeonghan. An involuntary smile formed on your lips as you sat down on the armchair, not too far from the couch, before unlocking your phone. Soonyoung looked at Minghao, who just rolled his eyes and shook his head.
Jeonghan: [sent 1 attachment]
Jeonghan: I miss you, sweets
You: Are you in the bath, Jeonghan?
Jeonghan: Uhhhhhh
Jeonghan: Yes?
You: IâOkayâŠ
You: Also, you canât miss me.
Jeonghan: Why not?
You: We havenât met yet?
Jeonghan: I can miss my future girl, yk
You: Bold of you to assume Iâll be your future girl.
Jeonghan: You already agreed to go out with me.
Jeonghan: No take-backsies
You: Yeah, yeah. I know.
You: Have you planned out the date or�
Jeonghan: Ofc I have, sweetheart
Jeonghan: Donât worry your pretty little head abt it
You: If you say so.
You: I trust you.
You then contemplated whether or not to tell him about the party he Han invited you to. Shrugging, you decided to tell him, not thinking much of it.Â
You: Also⊠Thereâs this party Iâm going to.
Jeonghan: Oh?
Jeonghan: My sweet geek is going to a party?
You: I am, yes. Surprising.
You: A friend invited me, so.
You: Would you like to come?
Three dots appeared and disappeared as Jeonghan typed, making you feel anxious. Was it a good idea to invite him when you were supposed to hang out with the person who invited you? You shook your head, focusing when Jeonghan finally replied to your message.
Jeonghan: Sorry, sweets, but Iâll be busy this Friday ://
Jeonghan: As much as I wanna meet you faster, Iâd rather see you during our date, having fun instead of getting wasted
You: Valid point.
Jeonghan: I do hope you have fun with your friend though :))
You: I mean⊠weâre probably going to his friendâs room and play Uno or something since Iâm not a party person.
Jeonghan: So your friend is a him.Â
Jeonghan: Cool.
You: Jeonghan, itâs not like that.
Jeonghan: đ
You: Jeonghan, you canât be serious.
Jeonghan: MY FUTURE GIRL IS ALREADY CHEATING ON ME đ
You: I AM NOT.
Jeonghan: Gotcha
Jeonghan: You agreed that youâre my future girl đ
You: Iâm literally gonna block you.
Jeonghan: No you wonât <3
You sighed and shook your head, unable to stop yourself from smiling as Soonyoung gently nudged you with his foot. âYah, why are you smiling like that? Itâs creeping me outâHao, why is she smiling like that?â
âSheâs got a boyfriend.â Minghao rolled his eyes as you glared at your roommate. âTell me I'm wrong.â
âHe's not my boyfriend!â You argued, huffing softly as your roommate scoffed out a laugh.
âRight, and you donât text him almost every day when you have free time.â He deadpanned, causing you to groan and threaten to throw a pillow at him before he sent you a glare back. âPlus, you bought that new dress when we went out, which means that youâre probably going to meet him soonâIâm presuming Saturday?â
âIââ You sputtered before clenching your jaw, kind of expecting this from Minghao. He just knew things, forces of the universe or whatever. Before you could even linger on the fact that he knew about your date, Soonyoung and Jun were tackling each other over the last pocky stick.
When dinner was ready and served on the table, the four of you dug in, but not before you took a picture of it and sent it to Jeonghan Hanâs DMs.
You: Alright, I've got to go, my roommate is glaring at me.
You turned off your phone before you could see Jeonghanâs reply, and avoided eye contact with Minghao before he spoke up again. âWho did you send the picture to?â
âHan from JournalismâŠâ You grumbled, and your roommateâs eyebrow cocked in confusion.
âYou mean Yoon Jeonghan?â He asked, and you shot him a puzzled look. âThatâs the only Han I know from Journalism. You know, Seungcheolâs friend?â
That made you pause. Jeonghan. Han. Seungcheol. Cheol. Cogs turned in your brain until everything clicked. Han was Jeonghan. You agreed to go on a date with the same person who asked you if you wanted to go to a party with him. Thatâs why he declined your invitation.
You groaned at not being able to realise it sooner, but you didnât want to do anything about it for now. Jeonghan mustâve had his reasons to keep this from you, so you let it be for the time being.Â
You got up from your seat, Jun perking up and furrowing his brows slightly. âDid Hao say something wrong?â
âOhâno, I just figured something out,â you murmured, tilting your head slightly as you muttered to yourself. Before Soonyoung could add anything, your roommate shushed him.
âLeave her be, she probably figured something out about Jeonghan.â
You decided to call Joshua about this about three hours later. It was lateâ11:09 pmâand you couldnât sleep. You were wearing a face mask, typing along on your laptop, when your best friend answered your call, also in the middle of his skin care routine.
âJesus Christ, I thought you were a ghost,â he muttered, and you rolled your eyes at his eccentric comparison. âWhat is this about? You said it was important, but you just seemed bothered by something.â
âJeonghan is Han,â you mumbled, and your best friend made a face, not being able to understand you.
âWhat? Can you repeat that? You literally mumbled it, and Iâm not Superman, by the way.â He sassed, putting on his moisturiser. âJeonghan is who?â
You explained everything to Joshua, filling him in on everything, and by the time you were done with your rambling, your best friend was done with his skincare routine, and you were removing your sheet mask.
âThatâs a lot to unpack, pipsqueak.â He sighed, shaking his head as he sat down on his office chair, propping his phone up against something while probably opening his laptop to write his thesis, just like you. âWhat do you wanna do about it?â
âI donât know! I mean, I like him, but which one is the real him, you know?â You groaned softly as you buried your face into your hands without realising what you had just said.
âWait, go back. What did you say?â
âWhich oneâs the real himâ?â You looked at your phone screen, confused.
âNo, dumbass, the other thing.â
âThat I likedâoh. Oh.â You finally got what he meant, realising that you liked Jeonghan.Â
You werenât sure which version of him you liked more, but you liked him all the same. It made you realise that in the past few days, youâve known Jeonghan as Seungcheolâs friend and as your phone pen pal, youâve liked talking to both versions of him. The awkward dork side and the more flirty side of him.
âSo, what are you gonna do about it?â Joshua repeated himself, looking at you with a knowing smile.
âIâm gonna go to that party and tell him how I feel?â You sounded unsure, feeling your insecurities grow. Jeonghan knew what you looked like all this time, but you still felt like you werenât going to be enough for him. You also felt a bit betrayed at the fact that he knew who you were, but you didnât know who he wasânot fully anyway. But that didnât really matter right now, your priorities set on the fact that youâd confront him during your date and not during the party, not wanting to ruin your chances with Jeonghan by cornering him.
Joshua noticed your conflicted expression and sighed. âYouâre going to spiral if you overthink this, pips. And damn right youâre gonna tell him how you feel. If you get cold feet, you have to buy me those Prada sunglasses I told you about for my birthday.â
âDude, your birthday just happened!â You whined, knowing there was no getting out of this. Not unless you wanted a dent in your bank account anyway.
Sometimes you felt like you called the wrong person when asking for advice, but Joshua was always real with you, and so was Wonwoo. But you didnât want to impede the latter with your love life problems when all he did was game when he had the time with his busy schedule as both a biology and engineering major. It was surprising that he had time to get lunch with you and Joshua every time.
You continued to talk to Joshua until you finally decided to head to bed, bidding your best friend goodnight and ending the call. A soft sigh left your lips as you took a quick picture of your desk and sent it to Jeonghanâs phone number.
You: [sent 2 attachments]
You: Shit.
You: That second picture wasnât supposed to get sent.
Jeonghan: Fuck, sweets
You: DONâT LOOK AT IT??
Jeonghan: YOU LITERALLY SENT IT??
Jeonghan: You look hot, though
You: Iâthank you.
Jeonghan: Is it weird to admit that I got hard?
You didnât reply to that, as you wanted to scream your lungs out into your pillow, but it was late, and Minghao would smother you with said pillow if you didnât shut up. You were experimentingâit was supposed to be something you kept in your gallery and then deleted when you looked too hard at it.Â
It was you, after your shower, posing a little too riskily for the camera, on your knees in front of your full-length mirror, wearing nothing but a tank top with thin straps, and shorts that were a little too short for your liking. Your face was covered by your phone, but it was obvious that it was meant to be for Jeonghan. You were just too much of a wuss to send it to him now that you knew who he was.
You looked back at your messages, groaning at the fact that you couldnât turn back time and be more careful with sending pictures from your gallery.
You: Thatâs rather a bold statement.
Jeonghan: Okay, good youâre back
Jeonghan: Thought you died from embarrassment
Jeonghan: Though thereâs really no point in being embarrassed, pretty girl
Jeonghan: [sent 1 attachment]
Oh, fuck. It was a picture of Jeonghanâwearing his sweats and a loose t-shirt that rode up from the position he was lying in. Bulge prominent in his pants.
You: Is that a current pic?
Jeonghan: Yeah
Jeonghan: I donât send shit like this to anyone else, pretty
You: Do you really think Iâm that hotâŠ?
Jeonghan: Donât do that
You: Do what?
Jeonghan: Belittle yourself. Youâre pretty, hot and everything I could ever want, sweetheart.
You: Stopâ
Jeonghan: You got me hard for fucks sake
Jeonghan: Do you want me to send myself jerking off just to prove it to you?
You: âŠ
Jeonghan: Too far?
You: Send it.
Jeonghanâs breath hitched when he saw the message. Send it. Fuck. Were you really serious? He bit his lower lip as he palmed himself while looking at the picture you had sent, feeling like some creep for planning to jerk off to such a pretty photo of you. But heâd rather be sure as he typed on his phone with one hand.
Jeonghan: U srs?
You: Yes? Why wouldnât I be?
Jeonghan: Idk, ppl usually donât ask for dick pics, let alone someone jerking offâŠ
You: You offered, I accepted it. Now send it, coward.
Jeonghan: Youâre so mean to your boyfriend đ
You: Future boyfriend***
Jeonghan: Iâll take it
Jeonghan: Brb
Jeonghan shimmied his sweatpants and boxers down, freeing his throbbing cock as he hissed softly at the cold air hitting his sensitive tip. He bit his lower lip as he opened the camera app, his cheeks flushed behind it as he hit record.Â
He touched his cock, stroking it gently as he rubbed the leaking precum all over his thick girth, grunting and whining softly as he imagined it was you and your pretty mouth sucking him off. Jeonghan groaned out your name as he closed his eyes before they fluttered open once more, so he could focus on recording himself fucking his fist, imagining your breasts that almost spilt out of your tank top and the short shorts that probably barely covered your ass.
âFuckââ He grunted, feeling himself get closer as he teased his tip, but ended the recording before he could cum, just so he could edge himself. He quickly wiped his hand with a tissue from his nightstand before nervously sending the video to you.
Jeonghan: [sent 1 attachment]
Jeonghan: Thereâ
You: Holy fuck.
Jeonghan: ?
You: NothingâŠ
Jeonghan: Sweets, I just sent myself jerking off to you, speak up
You: It's embarrassing!
Jeonghan: More than me sending a video of myself?
You: âŠ
You: I'm soaked
You: Like, I didn't know I could secrete so much slick
Jeonghan: Abandoning the punctuation marks, that's a sign
You: Aren't you gonna ask me for anything?
Jeonghan: Not unless you're comfortable with it, sweets
You: [sent 1 attachment]
Jeonghan physically groaned, seeing the picture that you'd sentâbent over, your ass facing the mirror as you took the picture from your bed. He could see the cute posters and knick-knacks you had in your room, but he was zeroed in on your panty-covered mound, slick coating your inner thighs and your panties were soaked.
Jeonghan could feel his cock twitching, and more precum leaked out of his tip. A strangled grunt left his lips as he went back to stroking himself, and making sure he reached his release with the sight of you.
Jeonghan: so fucking pretyyÂ
Jeonghan: gnna bust a nut
You: Jeonghan, I wish you were hereâŠ
That was what unravelled him, a choked-out moan leaving his lips as spurts of hot cum shot out of his shaft, coating his lower abdomen and his hands. He embarrassingly snapped a quick photo of it before sending it to you in a post-nut haze.
Jeonghan: [sent 1 attachment]
You: Is that because of me?
Jeonghan: yws
You: ??
Jeonghan: Sorry, yes, I was typing with one hand
Jeonghan: Did you really mean it?
You: Yeah⊠I'm soaking wet, and I don't know what to do.
Jeonghan: fuck.
Jeonghan: Call me.
You bit your lower lip as you read his message over and over. Call him. Your stomach fluttered at hearing his voice through the phone, even if you knew what he sounded like, but this would confirm everything.
You hastily slipped off your panties, getting comfortable in your bed as you dialled Jeonghanâs phone number. He answered almost immediately, sounding strained and breathless.
âHâhelloâŠ?â You murmured, your phone pinched between your cheek and shoulder as you worked on teasing yourself, rubbing your inner thighs with one hand and tweaking your nipples with your other.
âFuck⊠you sound so pretty.â Jeonghan's voice sent a jolt to your clit. It was him. Your theories were confirmed, but all you could do was whimper softly when you brushed your fingers against your slippery clit.
âJeonghanââ You mewled, earning a soft groan from him as you teased yourself. âNeed helpâŠâ
âI know, baby, I know⊠What are you doing?â He rasped out, hearing him shift on his bed.Â
âTeasing myself,â you mumbled, and Jeonghan hummed, listening along with your soft gasps when you rubbed your clit. âRubbing my clitââ
Another soft grunt left Jeonghanâs lips as you started hearing soft fap fap sounds coming from the other side of the call. âOkay, baby, keep teasing your cute little clit, spread your slickâŠâÂ
âOkayâhnghâŠâ You mewled, eyes rolling back as you teased and rubbed yourself, your hole fluttering around nothing. â I feel so empty, Jeonghanââ
âFuckâput⊠put your fingers in, fuck yourself with two, scissor yourself, baby. Imagine they're my fingers trying to stretch you out for my cock.â
You whimpered at the command, doing as he said as you inserted two fingers into your sopping cunt, your toes curling as you started pumping your digits in and out and scissoring yourself as he told you to. You imagined him being in your room, talking you through it like he was now, touching you and whispering into your ear.Â
âCurl your fingers up for me, sweetheart. Come on, itâll feel good, I promise,â he cooed, and you listened, curling your fingers up to that spongy spot inside you. Your legs trembled, and you gasped, wanting to squeeze your thighs together as you continued to fuck yourself with your fingers. The heel of your palm grazed against your clit, making you whine as you felt the knot in your lower belly forming.
âI'm close, Jeonghannieââ You whimpered out, while Jeonghan grunted over the other side of the line, the slick sounds of him stroking his cock getting faster and a bit louder. It made you imagine the video he had sentâhow big and pretty his dick looked, how he moaned out your name. It was dizzying.
âKeep doing what you're doing, baby, you're doing so well for me,â he murmured, praising you as you got closer to your orgasm. âThis really wasn't the way I was expecting us to do this, but fuck, this is hot. You're hot.â
You flushed, mewling his name once more before the band in your stomach snapped, and you let out a whiny moan as your walls convulsed around your fingers, coating them with your release. Your legs trembled as you panted, your vision blurry.
âBaby, you still there?â Jeonghan crooned, and you let out a soft âuh-huhâ, still recovering from the intense release you had just gone through.
âI⊠holy shitââ you gasped as you pulled your fingers out of your slick hole, feeling how soaked you were everywhere; you probably ruined your sheets from coming so hard just now. âIâI think I soaked through my sheets.â
âFuck, don't say that when I'm not thereââ Jeonghan sounded whiny, hearing his pout through the phone as you giggled tiredly.
âIt's⊠It's nice to finally hear your voice,â you murmured, your eyes softening as you closed your trembling legs. Jeonghan hummed, shifting in his bed as he put his sweats back on. You moved to the less ruined side of your bed before grabbing some clean panties from your wardrobe and putting them on.
Feeling slightly awkward, you were unsure of what to say to him now that you were done getting off. âUhmâŠâ
âSweetheart, you sound tense. Is it awkward to put a voice to the text message?â Jeonghan chuckled, and you let out a soft huff in reply. âAs I said earlier, I⊠I didn't expect to do it like this.â
âDo what?â
âHave phone sex? I'm more of a hands-on person.â He admitted blatantly, causing you to inhale sharply as you imagined Jeonghanâs hands all over you. He caught on to the silence on your end, a soft chuckle leaving him as you trembled at the sound.
âNow, now⊠Pump your brakes, little lady. We'll get to that point. Let me buy you dinner first.â He teased, and you whined, rolling your eyes but smiling either way.Â
You fiddled with the hem of your shirt, listening to his soft breathing before speaking up, âI'll see you Saturday?â
âYeah, pretty. I'll pick you up, hm?â
âMhm⊠goodnight, Jeonghan.â
âGoodnight, sweets.â
After that, you hung up, still trembling, but not because of your orgasm, but because of the excitement of seeing Jeonghan on Saturday and the dread of seeing him on Friday, pretending that you hadn't had phone sex with him. You groaned, the post-orgasm haze wearing off as your logical thinking came back.Â
Friday came faster than youâd expected. You were pacing around your living room like a worrywart while Minghao and Joshua played old maid. You were wearing a baby blue blouse and a white denim mini skirt with white sneakers, wanting to somehow look pretty to the party you were going to without overdressing or looking like a hooker.
Joshua groaned when you kept walking back and forth, having had enough of your worrying. âDude, stop worrying. You'll confront him about it when you're ready.â
âWhat if he figures out I know?! What if I blurt it out or somethingââ
âYou're worrying about the stupidest of things, you know that?â Minghao deadpanned, drawing a card from Joshua as the latter groaned when he lost. âThe two of you are fucking idiots.â
âHeyââ you were about to argue, but the doorbell rang, prompting you to pad over to the front door and check the peephole to see Jeonghan. Unlocking and opening the door, you greeted him with a smile and a quick hug.
âHi,â you squeaked, earning a raised eyebrow from him as you grabbed your purse and keys. âI'm leaving!âÂ
You called out to your friends, and they bid you goodbye. âDon't get her near alcohol, she's a lightweight!â
Joshua warned Jeonghan, and you groaned, flipping your best friend off as you closed the door and started walking. Jeonghan offered his arm, and you gladly took it with a soft laugh.
âYou look pretty,â Jeonghan murmured, his eyes softening as you flushed under his gaze. Was he always this handsome up close? Your heart couldn't help but flutter, and your body heated up a bit.Â
You could handle this. Maybe.
The two of you got to the frat house about fifteen minutes later, entering the loud establishmentâmusic boomed from the speakers, and the place was packed with drunk college students, dancing and shouting at each other to hear what the other was saying. Jeonghan led you up the stairs, opening the door to what seemed like Seungcheolâs room.
âHe lives in the dorm by himself?â You looked around, surprised to see only one bed, the rest of the vast space filled with a beanbag and a small couch, along with a desk in the corner by the windows.
âI mean, we used to live together before I decided to move out. And since he's the chapter president, he gets to have a dorm to himself.âÂ
Jeonghan shrugged, humming uncommittally as he sat down on the bed, patting the free space beside him, causing you to gulp. Act natural.Â
You sat down beside him, pretending like the brush of his knee against yours didn't just ignite your skin on fire. He was acting fine, so you should too, right? You technically didn't know Jeonghan was Jeonghan, after all. Your hands were on your lap, and you sat there as Jeonghan looked around the room to see what the two of you could do while the party got crazier downstairs, the music getting louder, and students got rowdier.
âDo you have anything we can doââ
âWe can play Uno if you wantââ
The two of you said in unison, looking at each other before bursting into soft laughter, and that seemed to break the ice almost immediately. You nodded at the idea of a game of Uno.
âWhat does the winner get?â You asked, and Jeonghan looked up as if he thought hard about it.
âHmm, how about a kiss on the cheek?â He offered, and you squinted your eyes at him playfully before he added, âAnd snacks.â
âYou drive a good bargain, HanâŠâ You murmured, touching your chin as you thought about it, humming and making a face that made him laugh.
âI'll take it. The winner gets a kiss on the cheek and snacks!â
At the start of the game, you seemed to have been taking the lead, managing to get to one card first before Jeonghan just smirked and shook his head.
âYou underestimate my skills, sweetheart,â he cooed, the nickname sending a jolt down your spine as the memories of last night came flooding back before it got cut short when Jeonghan placed a wild draw four card on the deck.Â
You groaned, pouting slightly as you picked four cards from the deck, not having any colour Jeonghan had announced as he placed a blue eight. You picked another card, managing to place a red eight as he clicked his tongue. Your body froze when he shook his head again, placing a red skip card before a red draw two card, which caused you to retaliate with a yellow draw two card, and he clicked his tongue again.
âYou sure you wanna play this game, pretty girl?â He tutted, and you looked at him with growing dread as he placed a blue draw two card, forcing you to pick up six cards, leaving him with five cards and you with ten.
Both of you went back and forth until you managed to get three cards left while Jeonghan had two. You bit your lower lip as you looked at your cardsâa blue four and a red draw two card. The deck currently had a red eight card, and you were thinking whether or not to place the draw two card or to just pick another card from the deck.
Deciding to take a risk, you place the draw two card, glancing at his reaction. He kept a straight face before sighing. âSometimes, I wonder if the forces are working against me.â
âUno, Jeonghan. Your move.â
He picked out the first card from the deck before pausing and glancing at you. You held your breath as he picked out the two cards, having nothing to place in retaliation. He had five cards while you had one. Not like you could place the one you had, so you had to pick another card. A yellow stop card. You wanted to groan, but kept it in as you watched Jeonghanâs moves.
âSorry, sweetheart.â He looked at you with a pensive expression before he apologised, making you look at him confusedly.
âHuhâ?â Thatâs when he placed two wild draw four cards, two wild cards and a blue reverse card, ending the game with your loss.
You just lost.
You lost Unoâthe only card game you were probably good atâto Jeonghan.
âA kiss on the cheek is owed to me, my lady,â he teased, grinning as you groaned, rolling your eyes before leaning in and kissing his cheek. Jeonghan hummed at the action, and you couldnât help but linger in his vicinity as you looked at him up close.
Jeonghan seemed to notice how you were looking at him, and his grin softened to a soft smile. âCareful, sweetheart, I might think you have a thing for me.â
That made you reel back with a flush to your cheeks, hitting his shoulder as he snorted out a laugh. Thatâs when he stood up, confusing you before he motioned towards one of Seungcheolâs drawers.
âHe keeps his snacks here. We can eat them since heâs probably just hoarding them for when he feels like it.â He took out a bag of chips and a box of strawberry pocky. You grabbed the pocky and opened it, while Jeonghan continued to snoop in Seungcheolâs drawer before whistling lowly.
You looked at him with a quizzical brow, and he took out what looked like a blunt of weed. âIs thatââ
âSure looks like itâŠâ Jeonghan murmured, glancing around the room before finding a lighter. âWanna smoke it with me?â
The question hung in the air as you looked at Jeonghan. He seemed chill about the whole thing, probably had smoked weed before, but you never tried to in your four years of uni. He sat back down on the bed, leaning against the headboard, tilting his head to the side before offering you the blunt.
âDonât tell me you havenât smoked weed before.âÂ
âI havenât.â You admitted, and Jeonghanâs eyes softened. âBut Iâd like to try.â
Jeonghan lit the blunt soon after your approval, taking a drag out of it and handing it to you to try. You awkwardly held the blunt between your fingers, taking a drag before you started to cough, handing the weed back to him as he patted your back while you tried to recover from the burn down your throat.Â
âIâfuck, I underestimated the strength of it. Sorry,â Jeonghan apologised softly, still rubbing your back. âHow about I shotgun you? Itâll be easier on you, but the effect will be weaker, soâŠâ
âY-yeah, I think thatâll be better.â You nodded, looking at him with teary eyes after practically coughing your lungs out. âHow do we do it?âÂ
You asked, and he glanced away awkwardly before patting his lap. âYouâll have to get close, sweetheart. I will be exhaling smoke into your mouth after all.â
Ah. That made sense. Something in your stomach flipped as you looked at his lap before back at his face, and you made your way to straddle him, slightly hovering.Â
âInhale when I exhale into your mouth.â Jeonghan took another puff out of the blunt, taking your chin between his index finger and thumb, prying your mouth agape before blowing the smoke into your mouth. You did as he said and inhaled, taking in the smoke as you felt the weed affecting you already due to its potency.
With a couple of more exchanges, and you could feel yourself getting high, sitting snugly on Jeonghanâs lap while he talked about something random from his childhood, while you fed him pocky. The two of you had probably gone through half of the blunt before Jeonghan decided to place it down on the ashtray he had found earlier. His hands found your hips, and you didnât mind the touch one bit as you fed him another pocky stick.
âPlay the pocky game with me,â he murmured, his eyes half-lidded as you hummed and agreed without a second thought. You placed one end of the long pocky stick between his teeth while you started biting the other end, getting closer and closer to his lips.Â
When your noses bumped against each other, and you were about to take the last bite, Jeonghan took the rest of the pocky stick into his mouth before stealing a kiss from you, prompting you to gasp. He didnât seem to be sorry as he bumped his nose against yours.
âWas that okay?â Jeonghan whispered, and you nodded gently, already leaning in for more as his grip on your hips tightened. âTell me, baby.â
âYeah, Hannie, I liked itâŠâ You murmured back before pressing another kiss to his lips, forgetting all about the pocky as your hands travelled to the back of his head and you tangled your fingers in his hair.
A groan left Jeonghanâs lips as he kissed you back, his hands roaming around your waist down to your thighs, pushing your skirt higher. âFuck, is this okay?â
He muttered against your lips, fiddling with the hem of your mini skirt, his eyes searching your face for any hint of disapproval. There was none, and you only tugged gently on his hair.
âTouch me, JeonghanâŠâ you murmured, and a soft noise left him as you said his name. He was too high to realise, and too focused on pushing your skirt up to your hips to care.
When you ground yourself against him, he panted, his dick stirring in his sweatpants as he watched your panty-clad cunt grind against his growing erection. A curse left Jeonghanâs lips when you ducked your head down, kissing his neck as he guided your hips.
âJust like that, sweetheart, mnhâŠâ He grunted as he saw the wet patch forming against his pants, and your panties were probably soaked from the stimulation. He leaned his head back against the headboard, dizzy with pleasure and the weed working through his system. âI want to fuck you so bad, but I can'tââ
He choked out, and you whined. âWhy not?â
Jeonghan's hazed brain cleared for a moment, knowing that he didn't want this to happen this wayânot when you didn't know who he was yet. Not when he was pretending to be someone else.
âJeonghan, pleaseâŠâ You nosed his jaw, and that's when he realised that you were calling him by his name.
âIâ how did youââ He faltered, groaning when you ground down against him once more, his grip on your hips tightening once more to halt your movements. âBaby, tell me.â
âMinghao told me⊠I kind of confirmed it when we called that night.â
Jeonghan grunted, moving your head from his neck as he made you look at him. âYou're⊠you're not mad?â
âWhy would I be?â You murmured, a puzzled expression forming on your face. âYou probably had your reasons, and I'm not going to get mad over you hiding your identity. I'm more mad at myself that I didn't figure it out sooner.â
You pouted, moving your hands from Jeonghanâs hair to his face, caressing gently. âCan you fuck me now?â
A choked-out noise came out of him as he faltered and got flustered by your blunt request. He shook his head in disbelief before shifting slightly to sit better against the headboard.Â
âYou're something else, sweetsâŠâ He muttered, stealing a quick kiss from your lips as his hands travelled to the gusset of your panties and tugged them to the side to see your glistening slit. His cock throbbed at the sight, wanting nothing more than to be inside your sweet cunt.
Jeonghan opened the nightstand drawer to grab the box of condoms Seungcheol usually kept, seeing that there were two condoms left. He gently lifted you so he could shimmy his sweats and boxers down to his mid thigh, his cock leaking and hard.
You watched as he clumsily opened the condom and put it on himself. Once he was done, he tossed the empty foil and tugged you closer, positioning you above his aching dick. He paused as his tip teased your entrance, looking up at you with half-lidded eyes.
âYou sure you wantââ Jeonghan cut himself off when you sank down on his shaft without warning, a moan leaving his lips as your wet heat clamped around him snugly.Â
He watched as your thighs trembled when he bottomed out, your hips pressed against his as he raised you up and gently slammed you down, causing you to make such sweet noises that had him immediately addicted.
âJeonghannieââ you whined, riding him slowly as he guided you, rolling your hips just right as his tip nudged against spots you wouldn't be able to reach with your fingers. âS'goodââ
You looked down at him as he seemed to be focused on watching his cock disappear into your warm cunt, a groan leaving him before looking up at your face. You looked so fucked out, and Jeonghan loved it, his hips starting to meet your downward motions, thrusting up into you.
âYou're perfect, sweets⊠everything I ever wantedâfuck, you're squeezing me so tight. You like that? Being everything I want?â He panted as he pressed soft kisses to your jaw and neck, slamming you down harder on his cock as he fucked you faster, not being able to help himself.
You felt wrecked, getting fucked so good by the same person youâd texted for over a week in his best friendâs dorm room. It was something out of a fantasy, and you couldnât help but whimper when Jeonghanâs thumb found your clit, rubbing tight circles around the nub as he tried to lead you to your first orgasm.
âJeonghan, fuck, Iâm gonna cumââ You squeaked, feeling how your cunt got slipperier and the knot in your abdomen got tighter.Â
Jeonghan only grunted at that, his assault on your bundle of nerves not stopping as he kept thrusting up into your tightness. âCum for me then, milk my cock for what itâs worth, hm? Come onââ
You cried out when his hips snapped just right, his tip kissing your cervix as your orgasm came crashing down on you like a wave. Your thighs trembled, but you continued to bounce on Jeonghanâs cock until he blew his spend into the condom he was wearing.
âToo hotâŠâ You grumbled, tossing your blouse onto the foot of the bed, leaving yourself in your black lace bra. Jeonghan also shed himself of his hoodie and t-shirt, revealing his lean body. He pulled out of you as he tossed the condom into the box before grabbing another one. You were surprised how quickly he got hard again, not expecting it at all.
Jeonghan flipped the two of you over, so that he was on top of you this time, kicking off his pants while undoing your skirt to toss it into the small pile of clothes that you had made on the floor. Your bra and panties joined the pile soon after, leaving both of you naked. You panted softly as he ground his cock against your slippery folds, his cockhead nudging your pudgy clit before he pushed into your wet hole once more. His grinds were slow and lazy, but Jeonghan filled you up just right as he took one of your legs and hooked it over his shoulder, managing to hit deeper spots from this position.
A soft grunt left him as he watched you mewl and whimper under him, your arm covering your eyes as your breasts bounced back and forth with each thrust. âYou look so pretty,â he murmured, moving your arm and pinning it above your head, seeing your eyes glazed with tears as he cooed.
âWhy are you crying, baby? Is it too muchââ He almost sounded panicked, and you shook your head, not wanting him to stop.
âNoâno, it feels so good, Hannie, I justâfuck, it feels so goodââ You whined as your back arched off the bed, and Jeonghan couldnât help but lean down and press soft kisses to the valley of your breasts, worshipping your body as he continued to fuck you slowly.
Jeonghan relished the way your pussy clamped around his thick shaft, sucking him in and milking him with your gummy walls. Soon, his hips started to move a bit faster, feeling his release building up with each second of being inside your needy cunt.
âIâm gonna cum,â he rasped out, his pelvis rubbing against your clit with every rock of his hips as your velvet walls continued to spasm around him with increasing vigour, signalling that you were close as well.Â
It didn't take long for the two of you to reach your orgasms, with yours hitting you first and triggering Jeonghanâs as the two of you moaned softly.
âOne more time, Hannieââ You keened out a whine when he pulled out, noticing how sweat sheened from his skin. He was softly panting, still holding your leg over his shoulder as he pressed a gentle kiss to your calf.
âCan't⊠We don't have any condoms leftââ He crooked out, but you only tugged him closer when he threw the used-up condom into the box once more. His cock was still half-hard, and you were aching for more. Jeonghan murmured your name softly, chiding you when you angled your hips, so that your entrance would nudge against his bare tip. âWe can'tââ
âHannie, please⊠I'm on birth control, I just need you inside me one more time, please.â
You begged, and Jeonghan was weak for you. He probably always had been, even when you didn't know him back then. He sighed, praying that his stamina would last one more time. âOne more time, and we're done. I'm not gonna last much longerâŠâ
He admitted, and you just nodded. He didn't have to last long, you just wanted to feel himâfeel what it was like to have him raw and creaming your pussy instead of a condom. Jeonghan clenched his jaw as he pushed his tip into your bare hole and hissed softly at how wet and snug you felt without any barriers.
âOh, fuck⊠I'm definitely not gonna lastââ He grunted, filling you up with ease from how slick your walls and inner thighs were. âFuckfuckfuckââ
Jeonghan groaned, his pace hasty as he drove his cock into your spasming cunt, gripping and sucking him in like a vice. His cock molded your insides, his cockhead abusing your cervix with each thrust as you squealed.Â
You could feel your release building up once more, the heat in your abdomen unbearable as you clamped down on Jeonghanâs shaft, the band snapping and releasing hot slick around his length. The pleasure felt like hot lava against your skin, burning you as your back arched off the bed, making a mess out of Seungcheolâs sheets. Your pussy milked him, a milky ring forming around the base of his cock, and Jeonghan couldnât hold it in anymore.
A guttural groan left his lips as his hips stuttered, movements stilling as he came inside you in hot spurts. Your eyes rolled to the back of your head, not being able to hold in your keen whine as he filled you up to the brim until both of your mixed releases were leaking out of your used cunt to your ass down to the already messy sheets.
Once Jeonghan recovered, he pressed a soft kiss to your throat, pulling out as he watched his cum and your juices leak out of you before pushing it back in with his fingers. The action made you whimper, but you let him do what he wanted, watching him with lidded eyes.
âWe made such a messâŠâ He grumbled with a soft chuckle, âCheolâs gonna kill me for fucking you on his bed.â
âFuture usâs problem,â you murmured, groaning deliciously at the ache of your body as Jeonghan grabbed some tissues to clean you up before crashing on top of you. âYouâre heavyââ
You complained, but Jeonghan was out like a light, his breathing heavy and rhythmic as you sighed with a soft smile, drifting to take a nap as well.
At about 3 in the morning, you could hear banging outside the door. Jeonghan stirred first as he groaned, grabbing his pants from the floor before tossing his t-shirt for you to wear. You put it on, along with your panties, and when Jeonghan saw that you were fully covered, he opened the door to see a disgruntled Seungcheol.
The disgruntlement immediately switched from shock to disbelief at the sight of his bedsheets. âDude.â
âCut me some slack, you invited me to this party. Plus, I didnât expect weâd fuckâŠâ Jeonghan murmured, sheepish as he glanced at you with a soft smile and a wink that made you flush in embarrassment.
âYou smoked my weed!â Seungcheol hissed, groaning as he looked around his room, noticing the half-eaten snacks, the almost-smoked blunt and the messy sheets you were currently sitting on. âMan, I was saving that pockyâŠâ
He sulked as you looked at him apologetically. âSorry, Seungcheol.â
âItâs not your fault. Itâs hisââ He pointed at his best friend with a glare before rubbing his face. âIâm crashing at Mingyuâs. Iâm not going to sleep in my room for the next week. It reeks of sex and weed in here.â
Seungcheol grumbled as he grabbed a few clothes from his drawer and opened the window before muttering something along the lines of âunbelievableâ and âfucking in my roomâ. He closed the door after himself, leaving you and Jeonghan alone once more.Â
You pressed your lips into a thin line, stifling your giggles as Jeonghan covered his hand with his fist. âWe should clean his room and head back.â
Jeonghan nodded at that, and you put your skirt on, still wearing his t-shirt, while he put on his hoodie before the two of you started tidying up his best friendâs room. Once you were finished, you held your blouse in your hand, leaving the room with a âsorryâ note with it.
Walking back to your apartment, you and Jeonghan had your arms linked together, giggling and talking about random shit. When you got to the bottom of your apartment building, he unlinked your arms, but didnât let go of your hand just yet.Â
âIâll see you later for our date?â He asked, looking at you hopefully, and when you nodded, he sighed in relief. You cocked an eyebrow at that before he spoke up again. âI thought you wouldnât wantâŠâ
âJeonghan, I just had the best sex of my life. I think Iâd want to still go on a date with you.â
âJust because Iâm sexy? Or because you actually want to date me?â He pouted, teasing you as you rolled your eyes.
âCanât it be both?â You compromised as Jeonghan hummed and pursed his lips, pretending to think about it before nodding.
He pulled you closer, leaning in to press a soft kiss to your lips before pulling away. âBoth is good, sweets. Iâll see you later.â
You smiled softly, letting go of his hand before waving him goodbye and heading up to your apartment, still wearing his t-shirt.
âThatâs one hell of a fashion statement.â Minghao deadpanned as you jumped once you closed the front door. You turned around to see your roommate, your two best friends, and Jun in the living room, visibly waiting for you.
âWhat does it say?â You entertained Haoâs sarcastic remark as you tossed your blouse into your room before coming back to where they were.
âIt says, âI was clearly laid, ask me about it because Iâll definitely bragâ. Itâs quite obvious.â Joshua chimed in, watching as you grabbed a pillow and tossed it at his face. Your best friend let out an âoomphâ sound before throwing the pillow back at you.
You huffed at them, irked at the fact that they were all gathered in your apartment. âWhat are you guys doing here anyway? I get Hao, heâs my roommate, but you three? Wonwoo, howâd you get dragged into this?â
Wonwoo shrugged, pointing at Joshua, âHe told me what happened, and as your friend, I came for support. So, are you going to tell us what happened during the party or what?â
âThis is my sex life weâre talking about.â
âAnd? Youâve shared worse stuff, pipsqueak. Spill the tea.â Joshua seemed the most interested in the gossip, while Minghao just sat there, looking unbothered when he was lowkey listening. Jun and Wonwoo were too busy fussing over a game on the latterâs phone, but they were tuning in as well.
You sighed, sitting down on the free armchair by the sofa, before you started telling them about what had happened during the party. Deciding to leave out the three rounds of sex, Joshua was awestruck, Minghao was subtly judging, but at the same time, he was happy for you, while Jun and Wonwoo were still busy with the game on their phones.
âNow, get the fuck out of my apartment. I need to get some sleep before my date.â You pointed at the door, and Joshua whined but dragged your Wonwoo and Jun out of your apartment, but not before Wonwoo could say something.
âI hope he doesnât break your heart, or he has four guys to deal with.â Your best friend offered you a smile before closing the door. You smiled at the thought of your friends beating up Jeonghan if he ever fucked up, and it warmed your heart, thankful to have such good friends.
After 6 hours of sleep, you woke up around 9 am, your phone buzzing being the reason why you woke up. You checked the notifications bar, seeing Jeonghanâs name on top.
Jeonghan: Good morning :))Â
Jeonghan: Can you come downstairs? I have something for you, sweets.
You: How are you downstairs???
You: We literally saw each other six hours ago.
You: Iâm still in my pyjamas.
Jeonghan: Perfect. Could I come up then?
You: Yeah, Iâll open the door for you.
You got up from your bed with a soft grunt, looking at yourself in the mirror as you felt the soreness between your legs. A soft sigh left your lips when your intercom rang, prompting you to rush towards it and open the door for Jeonghan downstairs.
When he finally got upstairs, you opened the front door, seeing him holding two cups of what seemed like coffee and tea in one hand and breakfast from your favourite bakery. âSurprise?â
âYou didnât have toââ Your eyes softened as you let him in, closing the door as he took his shoes off after handing you the bag with your favourite pastries from the bakery. âHowâd you know I liked these?â
âWell, uhâŠâ He trailed off, his cheeks dusting pink as he strided towards your couch, looking around your space a little better. âI mightâve had a crush on you before the whole wrong number ordeal.â
You blinked at him, surprise filling you as you connected the dots furtherâthe way he seemed to be awkward and nervous around you during the first few meetings when he was pretending to be Han and his flirty behaviour over text.
âNo wayââ You shook your head, sitting down beside him, surprise evident in your tone. âWe didnât even know each other back then!â
âWell, you didnât know me, I knew you. We took Statistics together last year, too.â Jeonghan scratched his cheek awkwardly when you continued to look at him with an astonished expression. âI didnât know Cheol knew you until a few weeks ago, and that was when I gained the guts to ask him for your number and message you, pretending that I had the wrong number.â
The explanation baffled you, but it made sense at the same time before you scoffed out a laugh.
âJeonghan.â
âMmm?â
âYou couldnât have made it any harder for yourself.â You snorted, and he groaned before laughing softly along with you. âLike, seriously. You couldâve walked up to me and talked to me.â
âIt wasnât that simple!â He covered his face, embarrassed, but he kept smiling, a little glad that you found the situation humorous. Jeonghan sighed softly when you finally stopped giggling, shaking his head at how cute you were before noting that it was quite quiet in your apartment.
âIs your roommate not home?â He asked as you hummed, taking a bite out of the pastry in the bag.
âMinghao usually goes to the gym before going for a three-hour nature walk around the campus park. He also takes his time to meditate by the lake, so heâll be gone for a while. Why?â
Jeonghan just shrugged, taking a sip of his coffee as he watched you enjoy your food. He could get used to seeing you like thisâdishevelled after sleep, face bare and hair sticking out from multiple ends. It was cute, and heâd been dreaming of this day.
You noticed his soft gaze on you, making you feel a little self-conscious. âIs there something on my face?â
âHuh-? No, no! I just⊠Iâve been kind of dreaming of this day, he murmured, smiling softly.
You tilted your head to the side, puzzled, before Jeonghan continued. âYou know, uh, seeing you like thisâdishevelled and whatnot. Just you.â
You swallowed the food in your mouth, blinking at him. âSo, my usual grouchy morning self?â
âYes.â He nodded, leaning back against the sofa.
âYouâre even weirder in person, you know that?â You grumbled but cracked a soft smile. âI canât say I hate it. Being my boyfriend and all.â
Jeonghan blinked at the words you just said, causing you to look at him with a confused expression once more. âWhat?â
âSay that thing again.â
âI canât say I hate it..?â You furrowed your eyebrows, unsure, before Jeonghan shook his head and made a circular motion with his hand as if telling you to rewind.
âNo, the other thing.â
âBeing my boyfrienâoh.â Your cheeks flushed, looking down at your lap as you tried not to explode on the spot for saying that. âIs⊠Is that okay?â
âIsâ Is being your boyfriend okay? Are you hearing yourself?â Jeonghan huffed softly before grabbing your shoulders and shaking you, âOf course, itâs okay. More than okay, actuallyâperfect, more so.â
You grabbed his arms and stopped him from shaking you, âOkay, okayâI get it!â
Jeonghan let you go and sat back down on the couch, grabbing his coffee from the coffee table before taking a long swig from it, and placing it back down as you finished your food. Once you were done, you crumpled the paper bag, and he wiped off the leftover crumbs from the corner of your lips.
âSoâŠâ You started, curious about what he had planned for todayâs date, âWhat are we going to do today?â
Jeonghan only smiled, winking at you as he leaned back, âThatâs a secret youâll have to unfold later, sweets. Iâm not fond of ruining surprises.â
A groan left your lips, too impatient, but knowing Jeonghan, heâd stay true to his word and not reveal anything until the date. You pouted slightly before taking a sip of your tea, humming at the hot beverage filling your system.
âNot even one hint?â
âNo. Not a chance, sweetheart. Stop trying to ruin your surprise.â He squinted at you before flicking your forehead, prompting you to retaliate, but he didnât let you as he grabbed your wrists.
âWhat if I donât like surprises?â You argued and tried to tug yourself away from his grasp, and he rolled his eyes, keeping you close.
âNot my problem, sweets, youâre not getting any spoilers.â
Even with your insistence on having Jeonghan give you at least one hint, he only gave you one, very vague hint, which went somewhere along the lines of âyouâll love itâ and âitâs something you really likeâ.
That hint didnât really help, since he asked you to wear something casual yet pretty, so you were stuck between a white sundress adorned with tiny pink flowers or a loose V-neck sweater and jeans.Â
Deciding on the former, you put on the dress, matching it with your white shoes, before heading back out to the living room, where Jeonghan was waiting. He was scrolling through his phone when he glanced up and saw you standing there, your hands behind your back as you awkwardly rocked back and forth.
âStop staring like thatââ You huffed, feeling awkward as he gaped at you before snapping out of it.
âSorryâfuck⊠I, uh⊠You look pretty.â He got up from the sofa, walking over to you and grabbing your waist. âLike, really pretty.â
Jeonghan leaned down, nosing your cheek. âWondering if we should go on that date right now orâow, okay, okay, sorry.â
He snickered when you smacked him, grinning as he pressed a soft kiss to your lips. That's when you heard a groan behind you, prompting you to turn around and see Minghao with squinting eyes.
âThe two of you better not fuck on the couch,â He muttered accusingly before heading to his room, leaving you and Jeonghan alone once more. A giggle left your lips before you patted his chest.
âLet's go on that date, shall we, my lady?â He offered his arm for you to grab, and you smiled as you took it before heading out the door.
The two of you walked to one of your favourite bookstores near campus, which you hadnât expected for your first date with him. âBookstore date?â
âThatâs not all, sweets.â Jeonghan grinned, opening the door for you as he let you enter the establishment. âI decided to ask the staff⊠And they let me rent the place out for two hours.â
Your eyes widened at his words, surprised at the fact that Jeonghan managed to rent the bookstore for a whole two hours. When you entered, you saw Kimmyâone of the workers in the storeâby the register, winking and giving you a thumbs-up before waving a small green flag she held by the counter to promote books with green-flag men.
A soft giggle left your lips as Jeonghan led you to the small reading nook the owners of the store had agreed to make for you since you came by so often, and it was far from the main hall of the bookstore itself, so you had some privacy. The table you had there was set with a candle, and some foodâtakeout from your favourite Chinese joint that you frequented with Joshua.
âYou thought of everything for this date, havenât you?â You looked at him with a fond smile, and he hummed before grabbing a baby blue bag from behind one of the chairs.
âThatâs not all. Sit down and open it.â He pulled the chair back for you, prompting you to giggle once more as you sat down comfortably and pulled out what seemed like a cinammoroll plush keyring. You glanced up at him with a slightly ajar mouth before he added, âOh, thereâs also an envelope, open it.â
Without another word, you grabbed the envelope and opened it to read, âHereâs my card. You have ten minutes to look around the store and five minutes to grab the books you want. Winky face, your boyfriend.â You looked at him, dumbfounded as he only chuckled.
âWeâll do it after we eat, itâs better to eat Chinese when itâs still hot.â
The two of you ate and conversed, giggling about the stupidest things as you reminisced about the things that happened a couple of hours prior. Jeonghan seemed to notice your flushed expression, grinning slightly. âYouâre thinking about what happened last night, did you?â
âShut upââ You squeaked, stealing a dumpling from his container, and he let you as he leaned his chin on his palm, looking enamoured by the sight of you. Feeling flustered, you took a sip of your drink before clearing your throat. âIâm full, so letâs do that thing, hm? I have a few books Iâve been eyeing, and I know the layout of this building like the back of my hand.â
âIâm going to be broke, arenât I?â Jeonghan sighed with a soft laugh when you nodded, taking one last bite of his food before getting up and taking your outstretched hand, excited for whatever activity you had planned.
After the timer ended, you managed to snag about 8 books, two of which were textbooks, which made Jeonghan raise an eyebrow at you, but books were expensive as fuck, so if you had the chance to monopolise someone elseâs money, youâd use it. The other six paperbacks were romance novels, with genres ranging from romantasy to standard romcom tropes.
âYou sure like romance novels, huh?â He teased, looking through one of the booksâ synopses, curious about the contents of the paperback, and opening a page where the main characters were having rough sex. Jeonghan whistled softly as Kimmy snatched the book from him, rang it up and put it in the paper bag. You thanked her as you waved goodbye while your boyfriend held the bag with your haul. âAre you sure youâll manage to read all of these? Six novels are a lot, you know?â
You snorted out a laugh, shaking your head. âItâs the weekend, Jeonghan. I have a whole Sunday free, and my Mondays usually consist of theoretical science that I can miss because the professor sends video versions of the lecture anyway. Iâll manage to binge these in a day.â
Thatâs when you noticed Jeonghanâs slight pout, prompting you to raise your eyebrow at him before he sighed dramatically.
âWhy are you pouting?â
âOh, I donât know,â he drawled, still pouting. âMy girlfriend would rather spend time with books for the whole weekend instead of her boyfriendââ You smacked him, cutting him off as he stifled his chuckles. âOkay, okay, Iâm sorry, I didnât mean it that way.â
âI mean, I could kick Minghao out for the day, and we can hang out in the living room without him side-eyeing us.â You shrugged, not thinking much of it, as the two of you walked towards the cafe, where you bought your tea from and bought some drinks before heading to the park to sit down by the small pond.
âHow are you enjoying our little date so far, sweets?â Jeonghan asked, looking at you with a hopeful gleam in his eyes. You shrugged, causing him to gently nudge you. âCome on, tell me.â
âHonestly?â You looked at him with a soft yet happy smile, âItâs the best date Iâve been on in a while. Youâve outdone yourself, boyfriend.â
Jeonghan grinned, clearly happy with the praise, before he leaned in and pressed a soft kiss to your cheek, surprising you. âPerfect. How many boyfriend points do I get?â
âBoyfriend points?â You raised an eyebrow at him.
âYeah, like⊠If I get enough of them, I get a prize or something.â He shrugged, making you blink at him.
âJeonghan, we are not doing that. What are you, a toddler?â You snorted, and he made a face which you almost smacked him for again, but refrained. âWe are not doing that.â
âWorth a shot.â
After your date, Jeonghan walked you back home and gave you a goodbye kiss that made you feel like you were on clouds. You felt all giddy, and you were giggling to yourself on the way up to your apartment.
Once you entered the apartment, you saw Minghao lounging around in the living room, watching something on the TV. He glanced at you before sighing, âHow was the date?â
âPerfect,â you chirped, still smiling, which made your cheeks hurt. âI think heâs actually not real from how perfect the date went.â
âIâm sure youâre itching to tell someone the details, so spill.â
âYouâre the best roommate ever, do I ever tell you that?â You sat down beside him after placing your paper bag with your new books on the dining table.Â
âIâve been told once or twice, yes.â He rolled his eyes, but Minghao was genuinely interested, wanting to know how your day with Jeonghan went.
âOkay, soâŠâ
After talking about your date with Minghao and Facetiming Joshua and Wonwoo in the process, you managed to get some good nightâs sleep. You couldnât kick Minghao out for the day, so you had to cancel your plans with Jeonghan, but the two of you called for about three hours before you had to end the call because you needed food in your system.
While you prepared dinner, you found yourself texting your boyfriend, sharing memes or just talking about random messages.
Jeonghan: Whatcha cooking, good looking?
You: Just some cream pasta.
You: Reading was quite slow today. I only read 50% of the first book.
Jeonghan: Thatâs still a lot, sweets
Jeonghan: Itâd take me about 3 days to get halfway through a book :/
Jeonghan: So, be proud of yourself for reading so much in one day
You: If you say so đ€·
You: Anyway, what are YOU up to?
Jeonghan: Iâm playing video games with Cheol
Jeonghan: Kinda boring ngl
Jeonghan: Would rather talk with you ;)
You: Pfft, okay.
You: Play your silly video games with him.
You: And apologise about the weed.
Jeonghan: Just the weed?
You: And the pocky.
You: I donât regret the sex, you know.
Jeonghan: Oh, I know ;)
Jeonghan: Iâd so do it again even if we werenât high
You: Youâre evil.
Jeonghan: You like me so đ€·
You: Fair enough.
Jeonghan: I gtg
Jeonghan: Text you later?
You: If I donât get immersed in reading, then yes.
Jeonghan: Okay, love u
You reread the message, trying to make sure you werenât seeing things before turning as red as a tomato. He didnât mean it like that, right? He meant it as a goodbye and not an actual âI love youâ? You screamed into your hands, confused and flustered as hell.
On Jeonghanâs end, he was also screaming into his hands after sending you that last message, Seungcheol, looking at him with an âAre you fucking serious right now?â expression. âDude, youâre overreacting. It was just a text.â
âYou donât get it, CheolieâŠâ Jeonghan groaned as his best friend was more focused on the game he was playing rather than Jeonghanâs insistent whining. âI said âlove youâ and not âI love youâ because Iâm a fucking coward. And I wanna say it to her face, not over text.â
âThen do that?â Seungcheol paused his game, sighing softly.
Jeonghan only groaned, throwing his phone on his bed before rubbing his face from slight frustration. He wanted to do it so badly, but he felt like heâd be pushing it. âItâs too early for me to do it! I donât wanna scare her off.â
He grumbled, and his best friend could hear his pout without even looking at him. âWhen did you become such a loser, Hannie?âÂ
Seungcheol teased, and Jeonghan glared at him, throwing a pillow at his friend.
âShut up.â
A few days passed, and everything between you and Jeonghan was going smoothly, going on quick cafe dates in between classes, sharing lunch with your friends, or just spending time together in general.Â
You were getting used to the whole boyfriend/girlfriend ordeal, not being used to having someone in your space besides your roommate. But you found yourself enjoying it more than you expected, liking the comfort of having someone to lean on for once. It felt lighter to have someone who could carry your burdens with you and vice versa.
It was a Friday afternoon, you had finished most of your lab work early and decided that Minghao had to go for the day because you wanted Jeonghan to stay over, and he just gave you an obvious look that meant âI know what youâre planning to do and Iâm letting it slideâ.
You were huddled up in a blanket, cuddling with Jeonghan on top of you while you played with his hair with one hand and read a book with the other, occasionally moving your hand from your boyfriendâs hair to flip a page.Â
A soft grunt left your lips an hour into reading, prompting Jeonghan to move his head from your chest. âWhat is it?â
âNothing⊠I mean, not nothing, I just donât wanna move at the moment,â you grumbled softly as your cheeks burned. You didnât want to ask him for it. No way.
âDo you need to pee or somethingââ
âNo, no! Itâs justâŠâ You trailed off, your cheeks and ears dusting red as you tried to spit it out. âThereâs a sex scene I donât really get.â
âAh,â Jeonghan murmured, causing you to flush further from embarrassment, before he tutted softly, âWell, that canât do, can it? Whatâs the scene? Read it for me, baby.â
âOâoh, uh, okayâŠâ You cleared your throat. âHarlan angled my hips, spreading my legs wide, teasing his cock against my slit before pushing inââ
âOkay, I got the gist of it, geez. I forgot most of those romance books of yours are in first person,â he grumbled before taking the book from you and placing it down on the coffee table before shifting slightly between your legs. âThatâs just simple missionary, sweetheart. Why are you so confused?â
âBecause thereâs more, Hannie. Let me finish, will you?â You huffed, grabbing the book once more, and he chuckled before nodding.Â
You cleared your throat again and continued, âPushing in with one easy thrust, my pussy squelched from how wet heâd gotten me. I whined, trembling like a leaf as I pawed my enemyâs chestââ
âTheyâre enemies?â Jeonghan cut you off, gasping dramatically as you rolled your eyes and continued reading.
ââlooking up at him so fucked out and dazed. He pumped his shaft into me a couple of times before flipping me around to my stomach without pulling out, burying my face into the pillows of my bed. He grabbed my hips up and started fucking me harder while muttering the lewdest things into my ear.â
You finished reading the part of the page, Jeonghanâs eyes half-lidded as he licked his lips. âI got the gist of it. You wannaâŠ?â
Your thighs clenched around his hips, signalling him that you indeed wanted it. A soft groan left his lips as he slipped off the blanket from your bodies, his hands starting to roam along your hips and waist, pushing up the t-shirt you were wearing to reveal your bare breasts. He expected it, since the two of you were home, but he still enjoyed the sight.Â
A whine left your lips when he leaned down, latching his mouth onto one of your nipples, suckling and gently biting while he rubbed your other nipple with his thumb, switching between them so neither would feel neglected. Jeonghan continued his ministrations until you were panting and your nipples were wet, coated with his spit and aching with pleasure.
âGonna fuck you better than what that dumb book described, mmkay?â Jeonghan crooned against your neck, yanking your shorts and panties down your legs, and throwing them on the floor. His hand ghosted over your wet slit, teasing you as he spread your pussy lips open, watching as your tight hole clenched around nothing and gushed with slick that drooled down to the leather of the couch.
âHannie, pleaseâŠâ
âHmm? What is it, pretty baby?â He cooed. âYou need to be patient. I wanna take my sweet time with your sweet little cunt this time.â
âButâbut, you were gonna show meââ
Jeonghan shushed you softly. âI said Iâm going to fuck you better than what was described in your book. So, be a good girl and take what I give you, hm?â
You moaned at that, nodding as he touched you with reverent caresses, whispering sweet nothings into your ear before pushing two fingers into your wet heat, scissoring your sopping cunt as it squelched lewdly at his movements. Jeonghan stretched your inner walls, feeling them snugly flutter and wrap around his digits. His palm grazed your clit just right, pulling soft whines out of you as your thighs tightened around his hips.
Once he was satisfied playing with your sweet pussy, he pulled his fingers out before shoving them into his mouth and let out a groan. When he finished sucking off your juices from them, he smiled at you. âSo sweetâŠâ
Jeonghan didnât waste any more time, shoving his sweatpants down, freeing his heavy, leaking cock. He looked at you, begging and reaching out for him, so he decided against looking for condoms, and it wasnât like he had any with him to begin with.
Lubricating himself with your slick, his cockhead nudged against your bundle of nerves a couple of times, causing your legs to tremble and twitch before Jeonghan finally lined himself up against your entrance. Due to how slippery your hole was, he easily slipped in, a guttural groan leaving his lips as he felt your raw cunt around his cock once more.
âFuck, fuckâyou feel so good⊠Your pussy is sucking my dick in so good, sweets.â
âHannieâJeonghan, fuckâI, I, hnghââ
You whined out, grasping the material of the oversized hoodie he was wearing before he quickly shed it, so that he could feel your nails against his skin. You nailed his upper back, causing Jeonghan to hiss in both pleasure and pain from the sharp sting. He then started gently rocking his hips into you, each deep thrust knocking the air out of your lungs.Â
Your boyfriendâs eyes darted down to where the two of you were connected, and the sound of his cock bullying into your cunt was enough to make him grit his teeth and think of basketball statistics to prevent himself from coming way too quickly inside your spasming hole.
Jeonghan groaned your name softly, peppering soft kisses all over your neck and jaw before he flipped you onto your stomach without pulling out, just like what you had read in your book. Something about him easily manhandling you made your stomach flutter and your walls to squeeze around his dick as he pulled your hips up towards him, your ass up, while your face got buried in the throw pillows.
âThis is what you wanted, right, baby? Getting fucked from behind like a pretty little thing in heatââ Jeonghan grunted softly as he grabbed the globes of your ass, the fat dimpling under his grip as he spread your cheeks apart to watch how his thick length filled you up.Â
You could feel how his dick twitched inside you when he saw the messy white ring forming around the base of his cock, his thrusts getting slightly sloppier and harder as he licked his lips. Your moans were muffled but still loud enough to spur Jeonghan on and made him drive his cock deeper into youâhitting spots you couldnât reach yourself. The way his tip grazed against your cervix made you squeal and push yourself back against him, your back arching slightly from pleasure.
One of Jeonghanâs hands let go of your ass cheek, moving down between your legs to rub on your neglected clit, making you keen out a whine and your hole to clench around him tightly. Your toes curled as the heat in your gut expanded and licked at your tingling nerves.
âJeonghanâIâm⊠I think Iâm gonnaââ
âLet go, baby, let go for me.âÂ
You whined at that, letting go as you let your orgasm crash through you, making your back arch further as you pushed yourself closer to him, as Jeonghanâs hips stuttered when your velvet walls milked him for his cum.
A choked grunt left his lips as he stilled his motions, burying himself deep inside you as he spilt hot, thick spurts of cum into your messy cunt. Air was knocked out of your lungs as you recovered slowly, hearing your heartbeat in your ears as your vision was slightly blurred from the overwhelming pleasure.
You whined in protest at the loss of Jeonghanâs cock when he pulled out. Turning your head, you saw him panting softly, watching your leaking hole as he pushed his cum back into your used cunt. That was when he tugged you, turning you around as both of you were leaning against your heels. He caressed your cheek and kissed you softly, leading you to sit on his lap as he leaned back against the couch until he was lying down, before pulling away.
âSit on my face.â
The request caught you off guard, unsure about sitting on his face after he had just come inside you. But he seemed set on you sitting on his face, gently yanking your hips, causing you to grind on his abs accidentally. Your sensitive clit grazed his skin, and Jeonghan moaned at the mess you were making on his abdomen.
âAâare you sure-? I donâtââ
âIâm sure, sweets, ride my face. Let me clean that cute little pussy up.â His grip on your hips gently tightened before letting go, so that you could crawl over and hover your dripping cunt over his face. Before you could even stabilise yourself, Jeonghan pulled you down, his mouth latching onto your sensitive cunt immediately. He didnât care about your mixed juices, only wanting you and your sweet wetness.
A moan left Jeonghanâs lips as he lapped you up, tongue flat against your slit as he messily made out with your cunt. You grasped onto his hair, tugging and gripping for support as you started to grind yourself against him, his nose nudging against your clit just right, your release building up faster than the last as soft mewls left your lips as your boyfriend cleaned you up. His grip on your ass tightened, eating your pussy out with increasing vigour as he felt you clench around his tongue.
Your orgasm hit you like a wave, toes curling as you wailed in pleasure, your eyes fluttering closed as your hips stuttered against his face. Once Jeonghan was done with drinking up your juices, he easily lifted you from his face, shifting you onto his lap before pressing a chaste kiss to your lips.
âI guess we broke the rule about fucking on the couch.â
The two of you went over to your room after the situation on the couch. Jeonghan was peacefully napping on your bed while you were silently admiring your boyfriend, playing with some strands of his hair. Noticing your sketchbook on your desk, you decided to grab it along with your pencil and eraser before you started to sketch.
Before you knew it, you had a sketch of Jeonghan with some details, smiling to yourself, and not noticing him stirring awake.
âWhatcha smiling about?â He rasped, his voice groggy after his nap. âAre you drawing?â
He seemed curious, so you showed him the sketch. Jeonghanâs eyes softened at the sight, in awe of the piece of art you had done in such a short time. âYouâre talented, sweets.â
âThank you⊠Itâs something I took from my mother.â You smiled as you flipped through the pages, showing him more sketches, mostly of him, which surprised Jeonghan, but he was secretly very pleased.
After giving him a glimpse of your sketchbook, you closed it before placing it on your nightstand and huddling close to him.Â
Jeonghan pressed a soft kiss to your shoulder, happy in your arms. âI love you.â
The confession was soft, but full of meaning, and you couldnât help but hug him tighter, pressing a soft kiss to his temple.
âI love you too, Hannie.â
âNo take-backs. You love me.â
You could feel his grin against your skin, which made you roll your eyes before giggling.
