not so bad after all . yjh
um well this is really long but here r some warnings :)
cw: belly bulge, praise, enemies to friends with benefits, 18+ minors dni, jeonghan n seungcheol are brothers in this btw
You loved Fridays. You loved Saturdays even more. You loved that you could relax unwind on your couch and watch your favorite shows with a beer, especially after a long week of classes.
So when your weekly alleviation was interrupted Friday morning with your mom asking you to help Jeonghan and his family to help you move into their new house next to you, you were pissed.
Now here you were, carrying heavy ass boxes like a factory worker, and for the likes of Jeonghan at that. You’ve known him ever since you both were small kids since his family and your family were best friends in high school.
Unlike your parents, you and Jeonghan didn’t have the greatest friendship, hell you two didn’t have a friendship at all.
Most of your encounters only ever occurred because of the connection between your parents, and because you both attended the same University.
He was just so damn annoying, always shooting you dirty looks or teasing you about how you looked. You wondered how he could make fun of your appearance when he had that weird ass hair.
You weren’t just gonna let them get the last laugh, oh no. There was no possibility that he was going to fuck with you and you let it slide.
So whenever you around Jeonghan, you made it your life’s mission to fuck up his whole day. Whether it be with a snarky comment or scribbling all over his homework, you had to find some way to piss him off.
You huff as you set the heavy box down, moping to your mom. “why do I have to be here?”
She hoists the box up from the moving truck as if it were a feather. “Because we,” she grunts, “are good people who help our friends out.”
“Jeonghan is not my friend.” you scoff at her words. “I think you’re getting delusional, ma.”
She stops as she sets the box down at the doorstep, holding her finger up in your direction.
“Watch your mouth.” she says in a warning tone.
“Don’t think just because you’re in college that you’re too old for a beating, little girl.”
“And go get the boys, they should be out here helping, too.” she sends you off, returning to the truck to retrieve more boxes.
You kiss your teeth, waving her off. “Whatever.”
“What was that?” she chirps from inside the vehicle, daring you to repeat your words.
“I said I love you mom!” you rush into the house, managing to avoid her.
You walk into the house in search of Jeonghan and his brother when you spot him on the couch watching tv. You almost scoff at the sight of the tall boy just sitting there while you’re outside working your ass off.
Walking up to him, you smack the side of his head, causing him to hold that very spot. “ouch! what the fuck!?”
“This isn’t the fucking moving company, you need to be outside helping.” you point towards the exterior of the house with your thumb, one arm across your chest as it propped up your elbow.
“Yeah yeah, whatever” he rubs the side of his head as he stands up.
“Where’s your hot brother with shitty hair?” you teased, knowing he would get mad. Jeonghan hated two things: people talking about his family, and people talking about his hair. To your surprise, he didn’t snap at you. Instead, he snapped back at you in the same tone.
“In the kitchen arranging the appliances, how about your hot mom? i think i wanna pay her a little visit,” he shot back, leering down at you.
This is exactly what you were talking about. Jeonghan always had some smart comments to throw at you. Whatever you threw at him he ended up throwing it back ten times harder, and you couldn’t stand it. You couldn’t stand him.
You roll your eyes at him, storming off to the kitchen to find his brother. You walk in to see him putting away appliances in the cabinets, the sweat from his toned body making his shirt cling to his body. He looked good.
You knocked at the wall announcing your presence, practically foaming at the mouth as Seungcheol spun around to face you from where he was standing. He chuckled when he noticed the way you were looking at him, wiping the pooling sweat from his forehead with the back of his hand.
Jeonghan’s older brother had always been good looking, you knew it ever since you were younger. It’s not like you were in love with the guy or anything, it was just an innocent little school girl crush that you developed. Besides, he was out of your age range.
“What’s up kiddo?” he scruffs up your hair. Despite being so tough on his brother, the man always had a soft spot for you. It was almost like you were a second child to him.
“I’m not a kid anymore,” you pout “and mom needs you outside to help with the boxes” you say with ire in your voice.
You were a little annoyed that the man still saw you as a child. You were in college and had your own apartment, you paid your own bills, you even had a pet that you cared for.
So it was a bit irritating that his disposition about you remained the same despite the fact being that you were morphing into an adult.
“yeah right, you and Jeonghan will always be kids to me. even when you get old and have to shit in diapers” he wraps his arm around your neck, walking you to the front of the house.
“gross.” he laughs, removing his arm from you as he walks around the truck where your mom is.
“Me and Jeonghan finished this load. Ready for the next trip?” She nodded towards the truck, hopping in the passenger’s side when Seungcheol gave her confirmation.
“Yup,” the tall man walked around to the driver’s side, swinging the heavy door open and sliding in place.
Your eyes shot open in bewilderment, rushing to the side where your mom was. “Next trip? There’s more stuff!?”
“Sweetheart don’t be like that, there’s only a few more things we have to get from the old apartment. we’ll be done after this, I promise.” she said with assurement in her voice. “Now move, I don't want you to get run over.”
You stepped back in disbelief, nearly tripping over your own two feet as you watched the truck fade away into the distance. You were already taking time out of your day to do something you didn’t want to do in the first place, now that time is getting extended.
The sun had begun to set over the horizon, painting the summer sky with a beautiful mixture of orange and pink. You stood in the driveway, dumbfounded for a few moments before you could even formulate a sentence.
“This is some bullshit.” you huffed out, earning a wry laugh from Jeonghan who stood a few feet away from you.
“Weekend isn’t going as planned, is it?” he chirped from behind you, causing you to turn around and stomp on his foot as you walked past him to get to the house.
He hopped on one foot, holding the other one that you had stepped on.
“Shut the hell up. And help me put the rest of these boxes in the house shitface.”
When Jeonghan brings the last of the boxes in the house, you’re settled on the couch watching tv. He purposefully plops down on the couch at the exact spot where your feet are resting, causing you to land repeated butterfly kicks to the side of his thigh.
You feel Jeonghan grab you by the ankle, yanking you forward so that your legs were in an awkward position. He leaned over you, his face getting dangerously close to yours and his body sitting between your legs.
Face growing hot, you tried to pull your ankle from his tight hold but to no avail. Jeonghan only tightened his grip on you causing you to wince. You attempt to kick him off you with your free foot but he only catches that one too, now holding your legs open with both hands.
If you weren’t flustered before, you definitely were now. The dark scowl on Jeonghan’s face only excites you even more. You weren’t supposed to be feeling this way, you’re supposed to hate him. But here you are, hot and bothered with the boy you hate spreading your legs wide open.
“Do that again, and I’ll hurt you. Bad.” he whispers with warning in his voice, face nearly touching yours.
His voice promised danger but was alluring all the same. It made you tremble, underwear starting to grow wet.
“ Han, how’d you know I like pain?” you challenged him, daring to inch your face closer to his.
“You know, you should take a girl out on a date before you try to get between her legs,” you snicker, pushing him off you before sauntering off into the kitchen, hips swaying in efforts to tease him.
Jeonghan sits on the couch, shocked and flustered at your boldness as he watches you disappear into the other room.
You retrieve the pitcher of orange juice that sits in the freezer, opening it and placing it on the counter as you go to get a glass from the cabinet that sits way too high for you to reach.
“Shit. How am I supposed to reach that?”
You tug on your bottom lip with your teeth, contemplating asking Jeonghan for help or try to get it yourself knowing it’s too far out of your grasp. You choose the latter.
There was no way you were about to ask that bozo for help. He’d probably tease you about your height, rubbing it in your face about how you couldn’t even reach to get a flimsy little glass.
You steady yourself on the balls of your feet, stretching as far as you can to reach the glass. Your feet begin to burn, your calves burning from the stretch as your fingertips brushed the glass.
You must’ve tapped the object a tad bit too hard because it came tumbling down, knocking the carton of orange juice down to splatter all over your clothes before hitting the floor, shattering in the process.
A shard of the broken glass cuts your foot, causing you to scream. A confused Jeonghan speeds into the kitchen, eyes widening at your state before rushing off. You raise your injured foot off the ground, hobbling to the opposite side of the counter so you didn’t hurt yourself again.
The pain in your foot only grew, drops of blood hitting the floor as you winced.
Jeonghan reenters the room, a white box in his hand with a red and white sign on it.
“Sit on the counter,” he instructs you, and you do as he says, legs swinging from the place you were sitting. He drops to his knees and pries the kit open, revealing medical tools and supplies used to clean up wounds. He slips on a pair of gloves then pulls out a pair of tweezers, beginning to work on your foot.
Jeonghan angles your foot with his left hand, using his right to remove the glass with catlike precision. He’s so focused, the look of concern on his face baffling you. You cringe as you feel the glass exiting your foot, tears prodding your eyes from the agony.
“Why didn’t you call me?” he grits his teeth, never averting his eyes from the task at hand.
“Because I can-” you hiss, your foot recoiling from the stinging feeling of the alcohol that he applied to your foot.
“I can do it myself,” you sigh out, the sting beginning to dissipate.
“No you can’t, ___ . You could’ve really hurt yourself.” You noticed the resentment in his voice, he wouldn’t even look at you.
“Why do you care so much anyw-” you holler at him
He sighs, continuing to nurse your foot by wrapping it in gauze. “I have my reasons” he gives you no further answer.
Any other time you would’ve yelled back at him, but the genuine concern in his voice only instructed you to be quiet.
He notices your ruined clothes from the orange juice that splattered over it. He also takes note of the way your shirt sticks to your breasts with your perked nippes showing through. He averts his eyes, quickly shooing you off.
“Look at you, you’re all sticky. I have clothes in my room you can go wear something of mine. I have to get this stuff cleaned up.” He turns away from you, securing the med kit before tending to the mess you made.
You could only nod, scooting off of the counter before leaving the kitchen on your injured foot to retreat to Jeonghan’s room.
There was this feeling in your chest that you just couldn’t shake off. Why did you feel bad? You couldn’t stand Jeonghan, so why did it bother you to see him upset?
You shut the door, peeling yourself out of your sticky clothes before searching for something to put on.
Jeonghan finishes cleaning up the glass and spilled juice when his phone lights up with a ‘ding’ noise. He picks up the device, noticing a text from his dad.
‘piece of shit truck broke down. we won’t be able to get home until the morning. there’s money for food in my room if you need it. - cheol’
Jeonghan sucks his teeth at the message, heading upstairs to tell you the sudden news. He opens the door to his room, seeing your half naked body as you turn around, looking like a deer caught in headlights.
He caught a glimpse of the thong you were wearing, seeing how it nestled perfectly between your cheeks. Your ass looked good. He notices you’re not wearing a bra, his eyes trained on the way your pebbled nipples stick out.
You cover yourself with the shirt you found, snapping him out of his trance causing him to avert his eyes back to your flustered gaze.
“Can you get out!?” you shove him out and close the door behind him before he even gets the chance to apologize.
Jeonghan slaps his hands over his face, cursing to himself for not thinking to knock as he heads downstairs.
What was that? Was Jeonghan… checking you out? You caught him looking at your tits through your shirt earlier, and now this. You couldn’t front, Jeonghan was a good looking guy, but you didn’t like him like that. Did you?
When he was between your legs on the couch, your face was hot. And he made your underwear uncomfortable, but that didn’t mean you liked him. Did it?
You’re talking about a boy you grew up loathing, and you were pretty sure he couldn’t stand you either. Now you were questioning whether you had feelings for him. It made your head feel fuzzy.
Coyly walking into the living room, you sit on the couch opposite of Jeonghan. The awkward silence between you two only grew while the loud sounds from the tv served as white noise.
Jeonghan finally breaks the quietness between you two “The moving truck broke down, so you have to stay here for the night.”
Shit. And to think things weren’t awkward enough, now you have to spend the whole night alone with him.
“Oh.” you simply state, twiddling your thumbs as you look down.
A few moments pass before you glance at Jeonghan, finally deciding to speak. “Sorry I broke your glass…” you mutter out, making him laugh from beside you.
“Moon face is apologising? Pigs must be flying,” he was holding his stomach from how hard he was laughing.
You were never really good at apologizing, always too prideful to own up to your faults. But when you did, you always meant it. So Jeonghan laughing at you only prompted you to fold your arms.
“Well now I take it back” you pout, turning your body away from him.
“Awww come on,” he scooches over to where you’re sitting, tilting your chin up to face him with his thumb and forefinger.
“If it makes you feel better, I’m sorry for yelling at you. I was being a dick.”
The awkward tension in the room was now replaced with sexual tension, your breath catches in your throat from how close he was. He could kiss you right now if he really wanted to.
You take this time to analyze his features. His thick lashes had grown out, curling up to his eyebrows beautifully. His jawline was sharp now, with his Adam’s apple more prominent. And his lips were smooth and plush with a natural sheen to them, both a bubblegum pink color.
You had never seen him this way. Maybe you were just too busy hating him to even notice; but he was older, more mature now. He looked hot. You guess you weren’t the only one who had grown up.
“Jeonghan, why were you so worried about me earlier?” your breaths got heavier, heart pounding out of your chest as his face neared towards you.
The thumb on your chin ran along your mouth, Jeonghan’s eyes flickering to your lower lip.
“I can show you better than I can tell you. Will you let me?” he asks for your permission.
You weren’t stupid, you knew exactly where this was headed. And you didn’t mind. It had been months since you last got off, so you’d give in to your desires this time.
You close your eyes, letting Jeonghan close the distance between you two. His lips connect with yours in a heated but sensual kiss, tongue entering your mouth making you stifle a moan.
You let his hands wander your body. The meat of your thighs, the flesh of your ass, your soft tits. Jeonghan wanted to feel all of you. After so long, he was finally getting what he wanted. He was going to savor this moment.
He pulled his lips from yours, breath heavy against your swollen lips from the bruising kiss. His hands rested at the hem of your shirt, silently asking if he could take it off. You nod, raising your arms for him to remove the clothing.
You sit there in only your panties, Jeonghan’s eyes scanning your naked chest as he throws the shirt across the room.
“Your tits are so pretty,” latching onto your breast, he sucks your nipple into his mouth, swirling his tongue around the sensitive bud. He tastes the spilled orange juice from earlier on your skin, it drives him absolutely mad.
You throw your head back as Jeonghan makes dark bruises all over your chest, you’d have to cover that up with makeup later on.
He trails his tongue all the way down your sternum and stomach, moving down until he’s face to face with your cunt. He presses kisses to the fabric right over where your clit is, licking stripes over it making you whine for him to do more.
Jeonghan gets your message and hooks his finger over your thong, pushing the material out of the way before he jabs his tongue into your hole, rubbing your clit at the same time
“You taste so fucking good,” he removes his tongue from inside of you, slurping and sucking on that sensitive spot that drives you crazy.
You can’t control your moans now. The way he’s eating you is driving you nuts, and you feel yourself getting closer when he nudges two fingers in your pussy, curling his fingers as he works them in and out of you.
“Fuck— yes yes yes, right there” you wail, feeling your release near.
Jeonghan groans at the way your fingers suck him in, his sweatpants grow uncomfortable from his rock hard dick drooling with precum.
“Right there? You gonna cum?” you nod your head furiously, eyes shutting tight with your mouth wide open.
He takes advantage of your open mouth by pushing two of his fingers in, holding your tongue down as he muffles your cries.
Fuck. Fingers in your mouth. Fingers in your pussy. You could just die.
“Go ahead, cum. I got you.”
You let out a long moan, pleasure soaring through you as Jeonghan folds you in half on the couch with his fingers up to the knuckle inside of your pulsing cunt.
He works you through your orgasm, suckling on your clit as you begin to come down.
He palms his cock through his sweats to relieve himself from his painfully hard erection as he comes up to kiss you, swirling his tongue on yours allowing you to taste yourself. You moan from tasting your juices on his tongue, remembering your flavour along with Jeonghan’s.
“Good fucking girl” he detaches his lips from yours, breathless. You motion to pull his pants down but he catches your hand in his, causing you to frown at him.
“Wanna make you feel good too,” you pouted up at him, making Jeonghan let out a groan.
As much as he wanted your soft lips wrapped around his dick, he couldn’t allow it. He wanted tonight to be about you, he wanted solely to be the one to make you feel good.
Pressing a sweet kiss to your mouth, he gave you a knowing smile.
“I know, baby. Tonight’s about you though.” biting your lip, you give him a small nod as you watch him pull his shirt off along with his sweats.
He was hot. His arms were decorated with muscles, his toned stomach and abs must’ve been crafted by the gods themselves. His prominent v-line extended down his pelvis making you salivate.
He pumped his thick cock in his hand one, two, three times before approaching you to your position on the couch, legs wide open with your panties pushed to the side. He barely gets the tip in before he pulls out again, letting out an audible groan.
“What’s wrong?” you sit up on your elbows, furrowing your eyebrows.
He runs his free hand down his face, looking down at you. “I don’t have a condom.”
You look down, licking your lips. You always practiced safe sex. You never once let a guy fuck you without a rubber. But the thought of Jeonghan going raw in you has you clenching around nothing.
“It’s okay, you can cum inside me. I’m on birth control.” you mumble, too embarrassed to even say it louder
His eyebrows raise in surprise. “You sure?” you nod, and that’s all he needs you to do before he slides into you in one fell swoop.
You throw your head back from the feeling of him stuffing you. His cock is so thick, stretching you out so perfectly you can’t help but scream.
“You’re so fucking tight,” he breathes out, shoving his cock in and out of your sopping cunt.
Your hole is so sloppy, you can feel yourself dripping onto the cushions right below where Jeonghan is fucking you senseless.
“Look at you, making a fucking mess” he gapes at where the two of you connect, pounding your pussy as your slick covers his abdomen. “I would’ve fucked you a long time ago if I knew you get this wet for me”
His words only make you clench around his fat cock, eliciting a deep groan from him. You try to hold back your moans, only making Jeonghan pin your arms above your head.
“Ah ah, let me hear those pretty moans. I wanna hear how good I make you feel.” he commands you. The loud slaps filling the room and the lewdness of your tits uncontrollably bouncing in front of him only embarrass you further, pushing you closer to orgasm.
Jeonghan pulls out of you, flipping you onto your hands and knees before he pushes back into your soaked pussy, finally drawing out a moan from you.
“That’s a good girl,” he ruthlessly pounds you, cooing in your ear about how well you’re taking his dick. He was so deep, his cock fucking into your cervix. You could feel him in your stomach.
He presses his hand to your stomach, and you felt his dick pushing in and out of that very spot.
“You feel me in your tummy? I’m right here, baby”
he breathes in your ear, the feeling is too much, you know you’re about to cum at any given moment.
“‘S too big– too much,” your eyes retreat to the back of your head, nails clawing at the arm of the couch.
“Yeah? You can take it. You’re a good girl, I know you can.”
And you do. You take all of his fat cock in your little pussy because he tells you to. Because you wanna be a good girl.
He didn’t know how long he could keep this up, he was about to blow his load inside you but not before you tell him what he wants to hear.
“Jeonghan please let me cum—!” you beg, tears streaming down your face.
He ponders on it for a while, hips never faltering against your ass.
“You gonna stop pretending you hate me?”
“You gonna stop being such a damn brat?”
“Yes yes yes—! I’ll do anything you want, jus’ please let me cum”
His breaths begin to stagger. He’s cumming.
“Cum baby, cum all over my dick” he rubs on your clit, tipping you over the edge. Any and all sound you hear is blocked out, you can only feel yourself floating.
Your little cunt strangles Jeonghan as his cream fills you, the white liquid spilling out as he fucks it in and out of you.
Your body collapses onto the sofa below you as you come down from your high, twitching from the aftershocks of your orgasm. He really fucked your brains out.
The edges of your vision begin to fade into white as you feel your limp body being scooped up and carried out of the room.
You fade in and out of consciousness when you feel a warm wet material run up and down your skin, seeing a tall figure looming over you before you finally black out for good.
Your eyes flutter open, taking note of your surroundings. You were in Jeonghan’s bedroom. Feeling a heavy arm around your waist, you turn your head to find him sleeping peacefully next to you.
‘He looks so cute when he’s sleeping.’ you smile sheepishly, attempting to slide out of his hold only for him to pull you closer.
“Gonna leave without saying goodbye first?” he speaks in his deep morning voice, the sounds going straight to your core.
“We can’t let our parents catch us like this. And if I keep listening to your morning voice I just might fuck you while they’re here.” you admit.
He lets out a deep chuckle “I don’t mind, let them listen.” he pulls you even closer, his morning wood pressing up against your ass.
His voice is seriously doing something to you. If he kept testing you, you’d end up taking him up on his offer. But you can’t let it distract you, you have to get dressed.
“I’m serious, I gotta get dressed” you say flatly.
Jeonghan lets out a whine, not really wanting you to leave. “Fine,” he surrenders, pressing a kiss to your nape that makes you shiver.
Sliding from his grip, you scour the room for your clothes, slipping them on as he comes up to hug you from behind.
“Are you gonna let me see you again?” he presses his lips to your shoulder and neck, waiting for a response.
You think over the question for a minute. Considering what it would be like to have a recurrent fuck buddy. None of the other guys you slept with could get you off properly, except Jeonghan.
Jeonghan actually was a decent guy despite being a dickwad most of the time, he was also someone you could trust after knowing him for so long. Besides, he knew how to fuck.
You answer his question with a simple nod, turning around in his hold and wrapping your arms around his neck.
“Good,” he presses a kiss to your lips, his hands snaking down past the small of your back to grab a handful of your ass.
“Jeonghan!” you hear a voice call out to him. It sounds like… Seungcheol?
His eyes blow wide as he shoves you into his closet without warning. You decide to keep quiet, but you notice your panties are on the floor in perfect view as his father enters the room, telling Jeonghan to help move the rest of the boxes.
You can only hope he doesn’t notice but his eyes make direct contact with the fabric as he’s about to leave the room, shooting his younger brother a shit eating grin.
You would be embarrassed, but you take note of the box of rubbers sitting on the shelf next to you. ‘That sneaky little fucker.’
You couldn’t complain, you wanted to feel all of him anyways. Your attention is turned back to the two people in front of you.
“That’s my boy!” the older man cheers as he humps the air, smacking it with his open palm as if it were a woman. He pats Jeonghan on the back before exiting the room.
“My brother is the man!” he shouts proudly throughout the entire house.
You slowly emerge from the closet, hands forming in an ‘ok’ sign as if to say “Smooth.”
He laughs awkwardly, rubbing the back of his nape. “Sorry ‘bout that.”
You wave him off, assuring him there’s no problem.
“So uh, see you next Saturday?”
You nod, giving him a smile, turning around to leave his room. Saturdays were your favorite day, but you didn’t mind giving that up if it meant spending your free time with him. He had you wrapped around his little finger already and he didn’t even know it.
Maybe Jeonghan isn’t so bad after all.
