IN THE BACKSEAT ── c.jh
synopsis ; after finding out that your boyfriend is cheating on you with your best friend, you're blinded by rage, wanting nothing but revenge. so you go to the party your friend told you they'd be at to catch him in the act and you just so happen to run into your boyfriend's ex-best friend, his rival, his enemy. then, the perfect revenge plan comes to mind, and jongho is more than happy to oblige.
pairing(s) ; jongho x f!reader
☆ ── wc. ; 4.2k ☆ ── genre ; smut w/ a sprinkle of plot, angst if you squint real hard, bfs ex-bsf!jongho ☆ ── tw. ; MINORS DO NOT INTERACT!!!, cussing, kissing, infidelity (on both sides), alcohol consumption, dubcon (they've both have been drinking), jongho is a cocky motherfucker, petnames (sweetheart, baby, pretty, babygirl...), driving while intoxicated (don't be stupid like them plz), car sex, lowkey public sex, unprotected sex, dom!jongho x sub!reader, biting/marking, fingering, clit play, photography/videography, mingi is a jerk here (sorry, whoops), creampie, hair pulling, choking, praising, a sprinkle of degradation, implications of multiple rounds, lmk if I missed anything!!
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The loud party music reverberated all through the house, shaking the ground under your feet and blaring in your ringing ears. But as you stood in the threshold of the living room, all you heard was the raging sound of your heartbeat as you looked past all the people, zeroing in on two people—your boyfriend with your best friend. You hadn't even planned on coming to this party; you were just going to get a bunch of snacks and binge-watch a new show.
However, when your friend told you that she had seen Mingi with your best friend, you refused to believe her. She was the one who told you about the party and how Mingi was gonna be there. So here you were, standing in the doorway, rage bubbling in your gut and your eyes glued to where your boyfriend and best friend were dancing together, her ass pressed right against his dick while he kissed her neck. They might as well have been fucking in front of everyone there.
At first, you didn't want to believe that Mingi would ever cheat on you; he was the sweetest and most honest man you've ever met. But now, as you stand here and watch him feel up your best friend, you feel sick. Tears brimmed in your eyes, fingers balling into fists at your sides. You were thankful that Sana had said something to you, but it didn't make it hurt any less.
The pain you felt quickly built into even more rage, your sadness buried underneath it. Your jaw clenched tight as you watched Mingi turn Zoe around, his hands going straight to her ass as she pulled him down for a kiss.
"Hey y/n, I thought you weren't coming tonight." Yunho, Mingi's best friend, walked over, a wide grin on his flushed face, a red solo cup in his hand. That smile quickly faded the moment you turned your head to look at him. Anger was plastered perfectly on your features, and he looked over to where you had been looking, his eyes widening when he saw Mingi and Zoe in the middle of a heated makeout.
"I need a drink." You were seething, pure anger laced in your words, and your shoulders were trembling with rage. Yunho didn't get a chance to say anything before you were shoving past him, towards the kitchen.
"Hey, wait!" Yunho called after you, reaching out to grab your arm. A chill ran down his spine when you turned to look at him with a piercing glare, and he released his hold. He watched as you walked away, silently cursing himself.
Making your way down the hallway, you get to the crowded dining room, and you start shoving through the dense crowd, ignoring all of the complaints and insults that were thrown at you. After a few minutes of struggling to get through the crowd, you make it to the kitchen, which, surprisingly, was empty compared to the rest of the house. You then make a beeline for the alcohol that was still lined up on the countertop, not even bothering to grab a red Solo cup before reaching out and snatching the half-filled Bacardi that was among the other bottles. Twisting off the cap, you tossed it onto the counter and brought the bottle up to your lips, chugging a few gulps, relishing in the way that it burned going down, your body growing warm.
You were so lost in your head and deafened by the loud bass that you didn't notice when a certain dark-haired male walked into the room.
"Well, who pissed in your Cheerios?" Jongho stepped into the kitchen, a smug grin plastered all over his face as he saw you. The moment his voice reached your ears, your annoyance level only spiked, having not wanted to run into him tonight, knowing that he would only piss you off more after seeing Mingi and Zoe.
Pulling the bottle away from your lips, you slammed it down on the counter, causing the bang to echo quietly in the room and the clear liquid to slosh around. You then turned to look at Jongho with a sharp glare.
"Fuck off, Jongho." You hissed, bringing the bottle back to your lips as your body swayed a bit due to the sudden intake of alcohol. However, before your lips made contact with the rim, the bottle was snatched from your hands.
"Are you trying to give yourself alcohol poisoning?" Jongho quipped, turning the bottle and reading the label on it before shrugging. The glare on your face deepened as he brought the bottle to his own lips, drinking the remaining alcohol in the bottle. Pulling it away, he tossed it into the trash can off to your left, his eyes flickering back to you, "So, what's got your panties in such a twist?"
You ignore him as you turn and grab another bottle of alcohol, not even sure what it was, but it was bright cherry red. Unscrewing the cap, bringing the bottle to your lips, and taking a long swig, this one burning more than the Bacardi. Your mind started to wander to all the things Mingi might've done behind your back, and it made you sick to your stomach. Then your best friend—well, ex-best friend now—and all of the things she must've lied to you about, causing the rage to skyrocket, threatening to blow the top off.
Then, as your eyes flickered over to Jongho, who had pulled out his phone, you never really had any real reason to hate or dislike him besides the fact that he and Mingi used to be the best of friends until a huge argument happened two years ago. You couldn't even recall what the argument was about, but it ended their seven-year friendship. When they stopped talking, Mingi didn't want you talking to him, but Jongho, being, well, Jongho, continued to bother you just to get a rise out of Mingi. At first, you ignored him, but the longer you kept being put between their bullshit, you started to grow annoyed, hence your current annoyance with him.
"If you really must know, I just caught Mingi cheating on me with Zoe." You told him, taking another drink of the alcohol, starting to feel buzzed. Jongho's eyes softened as he watched you, having known for a while now.
"I know." He told you, causing you to nearly choke on the alcohol in your hands, eyes shooting over to meet his in disbelief.
"You knew?" You asked, and he nodded with a shrug, "and you didn't?" A whole new, fresh wave of anger washed over you, fingers tightening around the neck of the bottle.
"Would you have believed me?" He asked, raising an eyebrow, and just like that, some of your anger diminished as you realized he was right. You would never have believed him if he had told you about Mingi and Zoe.
The room then fell into another wave of silence, and you looked down at the bottle in your hand, eyebrows scrunched as you got lost in your thoughts. Jongho watched you for a moment before grabbing a bag of chips off the counter and opening it to grab a few.
Just then, an idea popped into your head—albeit a horrible one—and your eyes shifted from the bottle of UV vodka to the dark-haired male who stood a few feet away from you. Jongho stood there, one hand holding his phone while the other was shoved in his hoodie pocket after having put the chips back. Feeling your eyes practically burning into his skin, he looked up at you, raising an eyebrow.
"I have a proposition of sorts for you." You stated, not sure if it was the alcohol that was now coursing through your system or the anger that clouded your mind, but you wanted nothing more than to get back at Mingi. So why not use his ex-best friend, the person he hates the most, to do so? It was only fair, seeing as he used your best friend to cheat. Jongho leaned against the counter, watching you with quizzical eyes. "I caught Mingi cheating, right? So… it's only right that I get back at him." You started, swirling the liquid around in the bottle, "How would you like to help me?"
"And how exactly do you want me to help, sweetheart?" Jongho couldn't help but feel intrigued by your proposition, head tilting slightly and a smirk playing on his lips while he watched you. You started to step closer to him, the alcohol bottle hanging from your manicured hand.
"Well… you," You moved to stand just in front of him and pressing your finger to the center of his chest, "sleep with…" A smirk of your own tugged on your lips as you moved your hand to poke your own chest, "me."
"So let me get this right," Jongho started, pushing himself off the counter, "you wanna get back at your cheating boyfriend…" He trailed off as he reached forward to grab your wrist, pulling your body closer to his, "by cheating on him with his ex-best friend?"His other hand snaked around your waist, his cold fingers causing goosebumps to erupt all over your exposed skin that was peeking out from underneath your top.
Your breath hitched as he leaned down, bringing his face merely inches away from yours, the smell of rum heavy on his tongue. Heat crept up your neck, adding to the shade of red that already painted your cheeks. The heat started to make you feel lightheaded, and you swallowed thickly. Never in your wildest dreams did you think Jongho would have this kind of effect on you, but with his skin on yours and your lips merely inches away from yours, you start to realize that maybe some of your annoyance wasn't actually annoyance.
Jongho watched as your eyes flickered from his down to his lips before meeting his gaze once more. Pulling your bottom lip between your teeth, you chewed on the soft flesh as you nodded. Tightening his grip on your waist, he leaned down until his lips were right next to your ear.
"Your place or mine?" His voice dropped an octave while his lips softly brushed your skin when he pressed a kiss on the curve of your jaw. Your breath caught in your throat, and your hands shot up to grab the edges of his jacket.
"Yours, if we can even make it there." You breathed out, eyes fluttering closed as his lips trailed down to your neck.
"I know a place," He murmurs against your skin, and no other words are spoken as he pulls away, grabs your hand, and intertwines his fingers with yours before pulling you out of the kitchen. Jongho led the both of you through the dense crowd of people, ignoring all the complaints and towards the front of the house. As he got to the front door and you glanced over, a sick sense of satisfaction bloomed in your chest as you caught the shocked look on Mingi's face right before the door closed behind you.
—
Jongho barely made it ten minutes down the road before your hands were all over him. You reached over the console, palming his growing bulge. His jaw was clenched tight as he tried to focus on driving, but when your lips made contact with his jaw, he couldn't take it anymore.
Quickly, he pulled over into the parking lot of an abandoned gas station on the corner of the block where none of the streetlights worked. You let out a sharp gasp when he slammed on his brakes. He then grabbed your wandering hand and yanked you towards him, your body bending over the center console.
"You really couldn't wait till we got back, huh?" He asked, lips brushing over the shell of your ear, and your face flushed as his alcohol laced breath fanned your neck. A small whine fell from your lips as he bit your ear, the pain making you shiver.
His lips then trailed from the curve of your jaw to your cheek before sealing your lips in a heated kiss. He let out a deep groan when he got a taste of your watermelon lip gloss. Then his eyes flickered over to his rear-view mirror and the little dash-cam that was hooked underneath it, an idea coming to mind. Pulling away from you, he smirked at your dazed expression, your lips forming a pout at the loss of his lips on yours.
"Look at you, does the thought of cheating on your boyfriend really make you that needy?" He teased, and you whined at the mention of Mingi, disgust pulling on your lips. Chuckling, Jongho leaned forward and pressed a chaste kiss to your lips. "Get in the backseat."
You didn't have to be told twice before you were climbing into the back, a small squeak falling from your lips when Jongho slapped your ass that was peeking out from the bottom of your skirt.
Jongho then leaned forward, turned the dash-cam on after making sure that it was facing the inside of the car. Upon seeing the little flashing red light, a smug smirk tugged on his lips, and he turned to join you in the back. Once he was next to you, he grabbed the back of your neck and brought your face closer to his.
"What— mmphh, were you doing?" You asked as he pressed his lips against yours again, making you forget all about it.
"Don't worry your pretty little head about it." He smirked as his hand fell to your bare thighs, trailing up under your skirt. Your breath hitched when his fingers brushed over your hipbone. Your body was aflame with need, and your thighs were clenching together to try to relieve some of the pressure.
Pulling back, he moved back to watch as you grabbed the hem of your shirt and pulled it over your head, showcasing your blue lace bra. Jongho chuckled as he moved his hand to the insides of your thighs, prying them apart. Then his lips were on your neck, biting and sucking deep purple and red marks on your skin, soaking in the unfiltered moans you let out. He had always thought about what you would sound like, but this was way better than what he imagined.
"J-Jongho…" You breathed out his name, fingers threading through his hair as his lips trailed across your collarbone. His hand snaked around your back, unlatching your bra and pulling it off to let your breasts fall free.
A sharp gasp fell from your lips when he moved further down, wrapping around your nipple, teeth grazing the perked bud, sending shivers down your spine. His hand under your skirt moved further up, pressing against your clothed slit, groaning against your sensitive skin when he felt how wet you were.
"So wet for me already," Jongho pulled away from your breasts with an audible 'pop', hooded eyes burning into yours, "when was the last time that shitty boyfriend of yours fucked this pretty pussy of yours?" He growled, causing you to whine, heat rushing up your neck, and making you dizzy.
"M-Months." You choked out as he buried his face back in your chest, marking every inch of skin he could, so he knew you wouldn't be able to hide them.
Jongho scoffed, not believing that Mingi could leave you alone for so long, especially when you sound like this—look like this. He grabbed your skirt and pushed it up your hips, grabbing the waistband of your underwear and pulling them down, shoving them into his jeans pocket. Then he grabbed your knees, spreading your legs before moving to your hips to pull your body closer to him. A sharp gasp fell from your lips at the sudden movement, but was quickly swallowed by Jongho as he pressed his lips roughly against yours.
"Fucking idiot." He growled, pulling away, but caught your bottom lip between his teeth. Your hands wrapped around his forearm when his fingers split your folds. "Why don't we show him what he's missing out on, huh?" Jongho smirked, pressing his finger against your aching clit, causing your body to jolt, nails digging into his arm.
"Fuck, Jongho." You cursed, thighs going to close as his pace became ruthless. Jongho quickly caught one, holding you open. A choked gasp fell from your lips, head tilting back when he pushed his fingers into your tight cunt, stretching you open.
Stars danced across your vision when he brushed against your sweet spot, a loud moan of his name tearing through your lips. Jongho's eyes flickered over to the camera, a smug grin plastered on his face. He then leaned in closer to your face, breathing in all of your cute little pants and whines.
"Feels good, doesn't it, baby?" He asked, curling his fingers against your sweet spot once more, his thumb circling your clit, adding to the mind-numbing pleasure you were feeling. With another curl of his fingers, you could feel that little knot in the pit of your stomach tighten, eyes rolling slightly.
"J-Jon—" You were cut off by a moan, and the dark-haired male chuckled into your neck, soaking in all of your reactions and sounds. He hissed as your nails dug into the skin on his forearm, threatening to break skin.
Then, just as you felt like you were going to tumble over the edge, Jongho pulled his fingers from your needy pussy. A loud whine caught in your throat when he bit down on the junction of your shoulder before pulling away to look at you.
"Bend over the console." His voice was raspy, causing you to clench around nothing, but you were quick to do as told when he moved away from your body.
Leaning against the console, you noticed the red light flashing under the mirror, but you didn't get a chance to question it before Jongho was pushing down on your back. You hadn't even noticed that he pulled his pants and boxers down, his hard cock springing free.
"You ready, sweetheart?" He asked, leaning over you, right next to your ear, soaking in your small whine when he teased his tip against your soaked folds. His eyes, however, were glued to the dash-cam, pride swelling in his chest at the thought of Mingi seeing this.
"J-Jongho." You moaned out, hand reaching out to grab the passenger seat as he started to push into your tight heat. Your jaw fell slack the more he inched his way in while whispering absolute filth in your ear.
"God, you're so tight, sweetheart," Jongho groaned, fingers tightening around your hips, "are you sure that pathetic boyfriend of yours even fucked you?" He grunted, pushing his cock to the hilt in your warm walls, the full feeling making your eyes roll.
"Shit, Jongho." You whined, hips fighting against his hold as you started to grow desperate.
His hand then wrapped around your throat, pulling your head back a bit, growling in your ear, "Answer me."
"He did, but fuck not like this." You choked out, eyes fluttering closed as his breath fanned your face, "Now, Jongho, please move, god please."
Jongho chuckled at your whiny pitch and the way you were trying so desperately to move your hip to gain some kind of friction. Then he was letting go of your throat before grabbing your hips, pulling out to the tip, and thrusting back in sharply, eliciting a loud moan from your lips.
The car started to shake as he fucked into you roughly, fingers digging into your hips, sure to leave bruises. The sounds of your moans and his dirty talk filled the car, along with the sounds of skin slapping skin. All of the windows fogging over, blocking the already dim lights, the air growing stuffy with the scent of sweat, alcohol, and sex.
"Jongho." You choked out, head hanging low as tears blurred your vision, and Jongho smirked. Another choked moan fell from your lips when his fingers threaded through your hair, pulling your head back.
"Why don't you tell your loser of a boyfriend who's fucking you so good?" Jongho asked, leaning down, kissing the back of your shoulder, and you shook your head, any coherent words lost to you. His lips trailed up your neck before blowing a puff of air on your ear, watching as your body shivered, another whine falling from your lips. "Go on, baby, tell him."
"You…" You breathed out, jaw falling slack as he brushed over your sweet spot.
"Say my name," Jongho growled, pulling away from your skin to piston his hips into yours, knocking a series of moans from your kiss-swollen lips.
"Jongho." You cried out, hand moving up to grab his wrist as he tugged on your hair.
"You can do better than that, sweetheart." He chuckled, relishing in the way he was absolutely ruining you. Tugging your head back a little more, he moved back to your ear, "Say it louder."
"Jongho!" His name slipped from your lips in a borderline scream when he repositioned his hips, and he hit dead on your sweet spot.
"Louder."
"JONGHO!" You screamed his name when he bit down on your shoulder, breaking the skin, and the metallic taste of your blood hit his tongue.
The dark-haired male smirked against your skin, and his eyes flickered to the camera, sure to have your face on full display. However, he choked back a groan when you tightened like a vice around his throbbing cock.
"Close already pretty?" He asked, chuckling dryly as he released your hair to grab your hips with both hands to pound into your abused cunt. You nodded your head with a pathetic whine, knuckles turned white due to how hard you were gripping the center console and passenger seat.
"P-Plea— ngghhh, Jongho!" You cried out as he continued to brush over your sweet spot, stars dancing across your vision, the edges nearly going black.
"Cum, you pathetic baby, make a mess on my cock." He growled into your ear, and that was all you needed for that coil to snap, your high washing over you like a tidal wave. The breath was stolen from your lungs, eyes rolling, and incoherent babbles falling from your lips. Jongho wore a smug grin as he grabbed your jaw, forcing your face towards the camera. "Such a pathetic little thing aren't you? What would your boyfriend think if he saw?"
His question brought you down a bit from your high, and you bit your lip, muffling a whine before looking up at the flashing red light. You had finally realized what it was, and it made you dizzy as you thought about Jongho saving this moment. Then you also thought about how Mingi would be absolutely pissed if he saw it.
Swallowing thickly, "F-Fuck him— shit Jongho!" You let out a loud whine as he continued to plow into you, chasing his own high.
"Who's better, hmm?" He asked, clenching his jaw as he felt his high right on the tip of his tongue.
"Yo— fuck! You!" You nearly screamed again when he sat back up to fuck into your fluttering walls.
"Good fucking girl," Jongho growled, his thrusts becoming sloppy before he was painting your walls white with his seed. A whimper fell from your parted lips as the new warmth filled your womb.
The two of you lay there for a few moments as you came down from your highs. Jongho grabbed his discarded phone that was sitting on the seat behind him, turning the camera on to face where his cock was still buried in your cunt. Hitting record, he then started pulling from your soaping heat. A chuckle falls from his lips when you whine at the empty feeling, but he quickly bit his lip as he watched his cum pool out of your twitching hole.
A whine of his name spilled from your lips when he collected his leaking cum on his thumb before pushing it back into your pussy. He did that until you were trembling under his hand, tears spilling from your eyes, and his name falling out of your mouth like a mantra.
When he was satisfied, his cock was throbbing once more, and you let out a choked whine when he was pushing back into you. Your breath hitched when his phone screen came into view. Mingi's contact pulled up with two videos attached.
"Why don't you do the honors, sweetheart?" He pressed a kiss against your temple as you raised a shaky hand, finger hitting send. Jongho wore a smug grin as he pulled out of you once more, tugging your body off the center console and into his lap in the backseat.
"Jongho…" You breathed out as he helped you sink down on his cock, fingers digging into his shoulders.
"Lookie there, baby, he's already seen it." He grabbed his phone to show you the multiple messages Mingi had sent, clearly pissed, and you couldn't help the sick satisfaction that bloomed in your chest.
"G-Good." Your eyes fluttered as you rolled your hips against his, leaning down until your lips brushed his ear, "Why don't we make another one to send him?"
"Fuck you're filthy, babygirl," He chuckled, tossing his phone to the side, still opened to Mingi's messages, and grabbed your ass. Pulling your hips flushed against his, he quickly swallowed your moans with his lips, only pulling away to speak, "let's give him an encore."
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