Hot Head || yjh
pairing: jeonghan x fem!bratty reader
genre: smut, slight fluff + angst
warnings: profanity, explicit sexual content, smut, oral sex (m and f receiving), slight fingering and handjob if you squint, sexual teasing, uses of terms like “slut”, “cockslut” and “brat”, unprotected vaginal sex, sexual tension, pwp, sex in public, reader is a brat who wants to be fucked (me), jeonghan is a hot headed hoe ft. other svt members
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word count: 3.2k
synopsis: being the girlfriend of the hot headed captain of your schools varsity football team came with its perks. Like the way hannie practically ruined you in the back entrance of the schools football field stadium. Romance, am I right?
a breeze blows by, this time even harsher and more freezing than the ones before.
The remaining leaves left on the trees by the football field burn a fiery red, indicating that the autumn months have said their last goodbyes, and the colder months are just beginning. The sun already went down about an hour ago, most students rushing home to the confines of heated dorm rooms, or crowded coffee shops just so they could procrastinate on their midterm assignments.
You had actually planned on doing the same, hoping to get absolutely no work done while you and Jeonghan would cuddle underneath the soft comforters of your bed together, letting him cockwarm you just until the sun would rise. That is, until he texted you to meet him right by the football field after class.
Jeonghan was the only player sitting out this time, a punishment due to his uncontrolled temper that earned him a bruised lip and penalty during last week's game. That put him on the bleachers this whole week, courtesy of Coach Kim. “What the fuck yoon? Do you play with your head or your dick?!” An opposing player yelled.
That’s what started it.
Then came the fighting, the shouting, and the inconsistent yelps of poor hoshi as he was spun around like a rag doll by the other team players. You swear that boy had tears in his eyes the minute he was pushed to the ground by some huge ass football jock. Probably mingyu.
But jeonghan, being the hot-headed, sarcastic ass idiot you knew him to be, also decided that throwing a punch right in the jaw of the other team’s prized quarterback was a good idea, giving that player a week in the infirmary, and himself, a heavy warning and suspension.
You could remember how upset you were at last week’s game, seeing your boyfriend get punched and struck in the face as well, while members of both opposing teams had struggled to stop the fight. It didn’t make sense how your boyfriend had gotten hurt, and no one was concerned for that at all as well.
Ever since that fight on the field, jeonghan has been uptight, tense, and completely out of it this whole week. Worrying you, as you know how much football means to him, and the lengths he’s gone to secure his reputation on this team. However, you’re even more worried about your boyfriend's health right now, if he doesn’t go inside someplace warm this instant.
“You idiot” you muttered to yourself, though you really wanted to say it to his face. Sliding a hot pack into his hands, you wrap them with yours to let no heat escape. It was obvious the boy was cold, just from looking at the tips of his nose and ears turning red, to the way he struggled to shove his hands inside his inconvenient varsity bomber jacket. And of course jeonghan would wear his team jacket here.
“jeonghan…” you warned, tugging on the material of his jacket lightly to let him know that you were cold, tired, and desperately needy for a cock inside you. Didn’t he promise you he’d cockwarm you when you guys got home that evening? Or was it the cold doing something to your brain now?
As if responding to you, the wind roared across the football field towards you. Your ass started to feel numb from sitting on the metal seats of the bleachers for so long, and it’s safe to say that your pussy felt as though it was freezing off.
Literally, you wore no panties.
It was because you’d never thought that jeonghan texting you so quickly was for something other than a quickie in his car or an abandoned closet somewhere in your school. Thus, thinking it would turn him on more over the fact that you were completely bare, you decided giving it a go would be sort of hot. How wrong you were. You weren't surprised if you had hypothermia already.
“5 more minutes babe” he said dismissing your tone, wincing when josh made a short pass to junhui. Jeonghan cursed loudly, sighing at the score of the game unfolding, and not even bothering to look back at you.
you sat there one seat above your man, hands crossed against your chest as you stared in disbelief. he was far more invested in a stupid sport than real life girlfriend, soon going to be ex- if he was about to keep this up.
Jeonghan somehow breaks his concentration on the passes in front of him, looking down from your hand intertwined with his, to your rosy cheeks. His lip is still bruised painfully, and you can tell it must hurt.
“I’m sorry baby, you know I gotta see this for this friday’s game” he apologizes, rushing a sloppy kiss to your lips before he turns his back to you again to watch the drills his members were doing.
You grimaced, wiping the slobber off your lipstick stained lips, and glaring at jeonghan’s stained ones instead.
“How much longer jeonghan?” you whine, finally seeing how you're able to grab his attention once more.
“10 more minutes angel, just 10 more…” He stares back into your eyes, brow furrowed, and a hint of gratitude and thanks that you’re even here with him right now.
But like every time before, the moment passes, and your boyfriend trails off from his empty promise, eyes turning back to the field, where he's transfixed more on Hansol’s passes than the new mini skirt and stockings you deliberately wore for him in this freezing weather.
“Tenacious asshole” you say loudly for him to hear. You can tell it ticks him off slightly from the way his shoulders tense, suddenly giving you a wicked idea.
you clasped your stocking clad thighs against each other, desperately holding onto the little body heat you’ve got. You looked down to your boyfriend sitting in the row below yourself, one seat lower than you. A “nice pass hong” you’d occasionally hear from coach kim, or a “looking good choi” as well. You could just tell jeonghan missed playing on the field more than ever, and you knew he’s probably even a bit more pissed right now. And when jeonghan was angry, that was the best time to get fucked.
“Just throw the damn ball, dumbass!” your boyfriend yelled from the stands, rolling his eyes when the fearless first year missed, and as a result, flipped jeonghan off aggressively. Your boyfriend simply reached to take a sip of his water bottle, discounting anything other than the outcome of the game happening right this moment.
Seeing that this was your chance, you creeped up closer to your boyfriend. Latching your feet around his waist as you leaned forward and hugged him from behind. “Baby,” you whined, whispering in his ear while you played with the tuft that was peeking out from the back of his baseball cap.
You pressed your lips against jeonghan’s neck, inhaling the familiar scent of cigarettes (that you always told him to quit, but he never listens either way) and his cedarwood cologne that always stains your body during sex. You're hoping he gets the signal.
And of course, he does, swallowing the sip of water hard, before placing down on the seat beside him.
“What are you doing, kitten?” he asks low and deep, grabbing both of your thighs from behind, fitting them snugly in his large hands. Now he's interested.
“Nothing babe” you say softly, voice dripping in fake innocence. “Nothing at all” you smirk against his ear.
You’re aware that by provoking jeonghan like this, you’re never gonna be able to walk to class tomorrow, but you don’t care either way. His fault for forgetting he has a hot ass girlfriend.
“Don’t act up y/n” jeonghan groans softly, eyes on the game while his body melts into your breasts. You draw a hickey from the crevices of his neck, a deep dark one at that. He warns you for the last time, pinching your thighs before you complete your teasing with the four final words.
“I’m wearing no panties” you say sweetly, a smoke of fog coming out of your mouth.
And sure enough, you know it does when your boyfriend shoots up, veins bulging out of his neck, and hot air coming from his loud shouts of anger. To your surprise, he diverts his anger and perplexity to the game instead.
“You gotta be kidding me Coach, that could’ve been a p-“
“Goddamit Yoon, if I hear your voice one more time you’re sitting out this entire season.”
That was the last straw. You could see him change. feel him and his fists tense up. The way his shoulders went stiff. Your boyfriend had finally had enough. Of you, and of everything else.
Jeonghan’s large hands suddenly grabbed your waist to throw you over his strong shoulders.
“You’re gonna be ruined today slut” he mutters to you, giving your ass a quick spank as you smiled as the other girls watched. You already knew some of those girls wished they had jeonghan for a man.
When jeonghan puts you down, it’s once you're both out of the bleachers, and out of the eye of other people. In fact, it’s by the entrance right where the varsity players warm up before they’re called out during the beginning of games. Grabbing your wrist roughly before shoving you against a concrete wall, Jeonghan crashes his lips to yours, lifting your skirt up to feel up your naked cheeks exposed to the whole world
You shudder from the cold he gives you, giving payback as you made jeonghan wince slightly when you sucked on his still bruised lip, then throwing away all sense of anger at him at last.
“you’re horrible, y’know that hannie?” you say breaking from the kiss, pouting as you looked up at him with those doe eyes of yours, deliberately making him feel guilty for leaving you like that. As if you weren’t just begging to be fucked in the moment.
“God, you're such a brat, y/n” he tells you, smirking as he takes off that olive coloured baseball hat of his, putting it over your small head, as he dives down below to kiss your entrance.
“Let me warm you up baby” he tells you, on his knees before sucking hard on your cold, soaked lips of your pussy. You both moan at the feeling, one in ecstasy from the pleasure, and the other from the taste.
“I-It’s too much hannie” you mewl, clawing at his back as you’re suddenly no longer cold anymore. In fact, you’re on fire. “I-I can’t-”
“Should’ve thought of that before you took your panties off for me” he groans, letting your juices drip down his chin as he inserts a finger inside. That causes you to moan loudly, jeonghan’s name falling off your tongue like a prayer you’d say everyday.
He continues his ways, sucking, grabbing, and playing with you all with only his lips and tongue. You gasp when he delivers a slap to your asscheeks, kneading them with his red knuckles. “babe, I think, I think I'm close” you tell him, struggling to get a few words out.
“Gonna come for me darling? Yeah? Gonna let me make you feel good even after what you pulled on the bleachers back there?” jeonghan snarls, holding your right hand in his left, as his other hand occupies it self with fucking you madly with his fingers.
“Y-Yes hannie, Yes p-please!” you cry out, the large cap over your head covering your blurry vision at the state of ecstasy
“You speak so pretty for a nasty girl” he says, loving the view he has under your legs right now. Jeonghan stands up to give you a sloppy kiss, letting the mint gum he has in his mouth be transferred to your own, and smiling when you take it without declining.
“Come on, precious,” he coos to you, holding your hand as he fingers you hard and fast, each stroke making your tight walls clench around him. You’re hesitant to scream in such a wide area, where the walls could most definitely echo the sounds coming out of your mouth, and from where jeonghan touches you. “Jeonghan” you whimper, grabbing the pads of his varsity jacket.
“Cum for me my love” he whispers, biting and kissing your ears as he almost does the same when he hears your sounds of release.
“Jeonghan!” you whine, loving the way he had control of your body right now. It all felt too good, the way his hand was still inside you, shoving your cum back in as a frigid wind passed by. Your tongue craved something, something warm. You wanted to taste something now, and you knew that what you wanted was to taste him.
Not even a few seconds after your orgasm, you pull away from jeonghan’s kiss, looking him in the eyes as you pleaded pathetically, letting your hands unzip his pants.
“W-wanna taste you” you mutter, mouth drooling when you grab ahold of his hard cock, springing open to touch his lower abs. You could tell jeonghan had been holding back earlier, the way it twitched in your hand as the cold air surrounded it.
“Slow down” jeonghan chuckles, brushing your hair back as you get on your bare knees on the pavement. You abandon your boyfriend's words, too focused on letting your lips taste the precum sitting on the tip of jeonghan’s cock before he pulls you back to get your attention.
“Baby,” he scolds you, getting you to stand up as you face him curiously to see what you did wrong. Instead, jeonghan strips himself of his varsity jacket, letting it fall to the ground to provide a thoughtful padding to your bare knees before you suck him off. Jeonghan was quite the romantic, huh?
Nevertheless, the action makes your horny heart swoon, smiling as you give jeonghan a quick thank you peck on the lips, avoiding his bruise before you kneel down gracefully.
“Are you cold y/n?” jeonghan asks sincerely, looking down at you in a face of worried expression to the thought that you might actually get sick in this weather. He brushes your hair out of your face, letting you assure him that you're completely fine, and that you're hot from just kissing the tip of his red and angry cock.
“Just let me get to suck you hannie,” you plead, letting your hand fist the base of it, because everyone knew just how packing your boyfriend, jeonghan was. You hummed when the tip soon reached the familiar spot at the back of your throat, sucking hard and long as it was now jeonghan's turn to whimper and cry at your actions.
“God, you drive me crazy”
“Couldn’t have waited till we got to my car, huh?” he asked you, smiling at the way your cheeks hallowed and tears formed near your eyes. You looked breathtaking, trying to take your boyfriend whole, but failing miserably as you choke a little.
“That’s alright love, you can choke on my cock, I won’t mind” His hand reaches down to fondle your right boob, playing with the hardened nipple as it summons the cold air surrounding your chest. You whined to your boyfriend, clutching his thighs for support as he fucked your mouth senseless, careful not to get the dripping cum to stain your white sweater.
“You’re too good for me, babe” he adores you, praising his slut for how well she tried to take his length.
You moan around his member, squeezing your eyes shut as you let jeonghan use you fully. “Almost there baby, you’re doing so well” he tells you more, grunting and finally releasing a string of moans and profanities when you milked his cock dry. You moaned loudly at the cramped feeling in your mouth, the vibration allowing you to feel him shudder.
“Shit” jeonghan sighed, taking a few seconds to recover from your mouth. Your knees immediately gave out, causing you to fall dumbly over jeonghan's varsity jacket, lips creamed with cum as you looked up at your boyfriend in a dazed look.
Seeing how tired and cold you must have been, jeonghan swooped down to retrieve you in his arms, kissing you passionately, and thanking you so much for what you did for him. You always liked the small little aftercare jeonghan gave you after a good blowjob. Made you feel even better over the fact that you made your hot headed, and very obnoxious varsity football captain boyfriend moan over the way you licked his dick.
Lifting you off the ground with ease, jeonghan pressed your back against the concrete to allow his hands to hold the underneath of your thighs.
“My precious cockslut” the boy cooed, kissing your neck to warm you up. Sweat formed in between your two bodies, bringing him to ask you quietly in your ear.
“If you don’t want anymore, we can stop here” he assures you, kissing you to taste himself on his lips.
You shake your head amidst the stunned situation, feeling tired, but also certain that if you didn’t have your boyfriend inside you like this, you'd be sure to regret it later.
“Use your words love”
“I still want your cock han” you whimper, saying how you wanted him to warm you up one last time.
“Alright then, i’ll be slow” he tells you, adjusting to you as he allows himself to shove the tip in slowly, careful so as to not overwhelm you. Although in reality, no matter how many times you have sex with jeonghan, he always seems to stretch you out fully the first time, with or without lube and prep.
“fuck!” you cried out, wincing at the feeling of something so wet and warm being inserted into your walls like this. You grabbed onto jeonghan’s shoulders, letting him fuck the frustrations and stress he had over his back this week out through you.
“F-fuck the stress out of yourself h-hannie” you spoke softly, blabbering as jeonghan found the spot you loved. “U-use me baby, mmph I-I don’t mind” you groaned.
Jeonghan felt so utterly grateful to have such a girlfriend like you in the moment, relaying the overwhelming emotion to you through a passionate kiss, fighting against your tongue to still find the gum he gave you before. He smiled against you.
“So precious, y/n” he moaned, pulling away before you felt how he utterly abused your lips, going mad from seeing a form of cum between your two bodies. “Thank you baby” he huffed, a hot air of smoke coming from between his lips.
You smiled when the comfortable feeling of being filled to the brim by jeonghan washed over you, even if your lower body felt sore and a bit chilly, you were more satisfied and warmer now thanks to your boyfriend.
You kissed his ear, throwing his baseball cap back over his brown coloured locks to look him in the eyes one more time.
“You pull that dumb shit out there on the field again hannie, and I’ll leave you for Coach Kim” you joke softly. “You honestly need to manage your anger issues, babe” you say, slapping him on the arm when he hugs you closer to himself, clearly not caring about a single thing happening out on the field, or out in the world because you’re with him here right now.
You giggle when jeonghan replied back. “I know idiot, I’m the worst” he grins before attacking you in an abundance of warm kisses, pressing each one to your cheeks, nose, forehead, and then his forever favorite, your lips.
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