miss dior

i felt like this account shld be for kpop only but my other account is for non kpop heres the account - @luv4yuri

the pressure against your lower back as almost painful. jeonghan had you pressed against the wall, frustration and jealousy pouring off him. seeing him like this got you hot and bothered especially because of the context.

"you liked that didn't you? being looked at by him." jeonghan pressed his hips against you ass, pressing you into the wall even more. his hot breath appeared on the shell of your ear, making a shiver run down your spine.

"no, i didn't."

"no? well why did you get wet then?" his hand snaked down your pants, fingers sliding between your soaked folds. a gasp was the only noise you could make. the pads of his fingers pressing against your clit.

"i'll have to remind you who you belong to."

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SORRY THIS TOOK SO LONGG I JUST HAD SM IDEAS FHDHFH. i really hope u like this bae <3

Slut-ish behavior.

Seungcheol couldn’t believe it, nor could he force himself to accept your behavior.

On the other hand, you already expected that it wouldn’t be that easy to get rid of someone like Choi Seungcheol. Someone severely obsessed, someone who thought that driving to the nearest forest and fucking you on the hood of the car was a great idea for a romantic date, someone who was like a clockwork pendulum that some hours acted as if you were made of porcelain and about to break, others as if you were just another object in his life to be used, broken and reassembled as he wished.

How dare you treat your boyfriend as a champagne problem? How dare you break up with your boyfriend who gave you everything you wanted and loved you more than his body could keep in store? How dare you send that damned message to him in the waning hours of the night while your photo in the chat room displayed the same smile as the one he had in his wallet?

First came the anger. Within the first 10 minutes. He stood in the middle of the room holding in one hand the shirt you had forgotten last week at his place.

Then came the sorrow. In the next 10 minutes. He squeezed that shirt almost hard enough to tear it. You are so heartless.

A message from you lit up his cell phone screen.

“gonna pick up the things i left at ur place, after that, we’ll never see each other again”

Then came a morbid sense of hope, as if the candles of the cult of you he set up in his head had never even come close to going out. He threw your shirt into his closet, then went into the living room to wait for you sitting on the couch.

Yes, you were so heartless, but, all right. It’s okay. Seungcheol just needed to get your heart to start beating hard. It was just a champagne problem, the two of you, like the good boyfriend and girlfriend you were, could work around this situation, he could forgive his girl’s lack of care and love.

The only thing he couldn’t do was let you walk out that door of his life.

And you didn’t even knock or ring the doorbell, he had given you a spare key to get into his house whenever you wanted, since that was going to be the house you two would live in when you both got married, in his mind of course.

Seungcheol got up from the sofa at the same time you entered the house and stared at him.

You looked at him with what he thought was burning love, you knew was pity and disgust.

“You look… pretty! Where have you been all day?”, if it were other days, you would think he was just worried about you, but he actually wanted to know so he could feed his obsession.

“Where’s my stuff?"You ignored his question, already walking toward the hallway and Seungcheol rushed to catch up to you before you reached the bedroom door and grabbed you by one wrist with a force that almost made you think he was trying to break it.

"Stop, Seungcheol! This time, I’m fucking serious! If you don’t let go of my wrist and lemme get my things and go home, I’m gonna call the police again, just like last week!”, you weren’t yelling, but, rather, just speaking more harshly and Seungcheol frowned.

“Seriously?! Y/N, you can’t be fuckin’ serious! You’re treating me like the bad guy when I just wanna talk and–”

“Talk?”, a witless, ironic laugh escaped your lips, “Choi Seungcheol, there’s no such thing as ‘talking’ with you, you’re delusional, you’re obsessed in a… fuckin’ bizarre, creepy way, you’re more like a fucking stalker of mine than a boyfriend”, Seungcheol’s breath caught in the throat.

Why were you taking that tone? He was just trying to love you, to treat you right, he knew that a girl like you couldn’t be in the hands of just any guy because eventually you would get hurt because guys who aren’t like him, are trash, are wolves in sheep’s clothing.

His eyes fell on your fingers, you were still wearing the promise ring he had bought you at the beginning of the relationship.

Yes, you were still using it.

Deep down, you didn’t want to break up with him. If you did, the first thing you would have gotten rid of would have been that expensive little gold wheel he had bought with Jeonghan’s help.

“Y/N, please tell me what’s wrong, I can make it better! I love you so much and you love me too, I know you love me, that’s why I’m not hurt right now, we can–”

“No, Seungcheol, there’s no 'we’ anymore.”, you denied with the head trying to break free from his grip on your wrist, “There are just me, you and something that was a fling, just that, nothing else.”

Seungcheol stared at you, he gave a small tilt to the side.

You were behaving like a slut again.

His jaw clenched, fingers tightened a little more on your wrist, a corrosive feeling of irritation and sense of responsibility slowly took over his mind.

It was okay, alright.

It was just a champagne problem. This behaviour of yours was just a trivial problem, but Seungcheol needed to fix it because fixing you meant fixing the relationship.

In one swift motion, your boyfriend was pressing you against the living room wall of his house, almost hard enough to make a large purple or reddish mark appear in the shape of welts on your back skin, holding both your hands above your head using only one of his and assaulting your lips as if he had never even had the opportunity to kiss you before.

And you, on the other hand, tried at the same time to let go and not correspond to his kiss. If you did momentarily match his obsession, Seungcheol was never going to let you go, and you desperately needed to disengage yourself from his hold on you.

“Sto- fuck! Stop, ‘ Cheol! I won't–”, you tried to intervene through his attempts to slide his tongue into your mouth and in his mind, you were just trying to play hard to get.

You had never rejected his sexual advances, why should this be any different? He was still the same Choi Seungcheol as before, your Choi Seungcheol

His vague hand slid down your torso squeezing your tits in the middle of the process and reached down your pants to slide into them and your panties and managed to reach the pussy between your legs that also belonged to him.

“You’re being such a fucking slut with me right now, Y/N, I swear to fucking God that if I didn’t love you so much, I’d just throw you inside my room and keep you locked inside ‘til you remember how much I love you and how I’ve always done everything for you”, Seungcheol whispered without paying much attention to your eyes starting to mist up and legs starting to try to push him away with kicks.

“Should I fuck my love into you again? Hm?”, he squirmed leaning towards you before pressing two fingers against your clit and, as he saw your thighs trying to close, feeling your pussy slowly starting to wet itself.

Deep down, your body got used to his touch, even if your mind was trying to do everything in its power to push that obsessive guy away.

“That’s what you were wanting, right?”, Seungcheol began to massage your clit slowly, the same way he knew you liked it too much to the point that you weren’t capable in anything else right when he did that; your legs stopped trying to push him away only to begin trembling planted on the floor of the room as the pleasure began to cloud your ethical sense, “The break up thing was just a pretext so we could have that kind of sex, right? Make up sex and all, that’s what you wanted”

You tried to deny it with your head and vocalise your wishes for him to stop touching you, the situation slowly slipping out of your control and ending up on Seungcheol’s nimble palms.

Deep down, Seungcheol knew he could destroy you right there, just with his fingers massaging and circling your clit and making your panties soaked, but he wanted more than that. He wanted you to admit that you would never leave him and that you loved him so much that you would do anything for him, just as he would do anything for you.

"Don’t you love my fingers against your pretty clit, your cute pussy? Don’t you love me, sweetheart? And you love when I call you like this, don’t you? ``My Sweetheart, that’s what you always will be”, Seungcheol whispered moaning against your neck as he felt you try to rub yourself against his hand and slid two fingers into you calmly, enjoying the loud wet sound once your pussy was opened and widened.

“Cheol, s-stop, I swear that-mhm!”, his fingers curved inside you and you had to bite the lip hard as you felt the head start to get fuzzy with your own thoughts, “I swear if you stop, I won’t leave you anymore, I will–”

“Leave?”, a chuckle escaped his lips before he denied with the head and gave a hard thrust with his long fingers that left you seeing little stars, almost on the verge of cumming, “Oh, sweetheart, you’ll never leave, I won’t let you go, you could never live without me, without my love, without my touch, deep down y’know that and you just have to accept it.”

His other hand, which had been holding yours above the head, moved away to reach into his sweatpants to pull them down and take his own underwear with them.

It was almost embarrassing to you the way your pussy tightened around his fingers as soon as your eyes fell on his long dick, and it was almost intoxicating to Seungcheol the way your withdrawn, panting body made his cock throb, begging to be buried in your warm little pussy that had always served very well to be a cocksleeve.

“You’re never leaving, not ever, not even when you think you’ve found a better guy than me”, he whispered leaving wet kisses against your neck with each sentence spoken before he pulled his fingers out of you, lowered your clothes and shoved those same digits into your mouth to make you taste the sweetness of your own pussy.

“Quite the opposite: I’m gonna fuck a baby into you tonight and you’re gonna become my pretty wifey ready to be bred every night, got it?”, he lifted one of your legs to hook it over his hip and force you to hold onto it if you didn’t want to fall to the floor, “This way you’ll never try to run away from me again, and if you do, you’ll have a fucking child that will have her daddy’s face reminding you who the greatest love of your life is; romantic, isn’t it?”

This time, you tried to push his shoulders away at the same time his dick was already in front of your tight entrance, ready to bury itself in your pussy and fuck you until you forgot your slutty attitude. And just as your mouth opened to beg him not to impregnate you, Seungcheol took your lips in a needy kiss that preceded the seconds he used to bury himself deep in your wet hole; his tip momentarily kissing your soft cervix before he pulled out completely only to slam again harder and make you roll eyes in a mixture of pleasure and pain.

His breathing completely quickened, cheeks flushed and dark hair falling over his forehead and sticking to it from sweat; all indicating how much Choi Seungcheol loved feeling your tight pussy swallowing him to the base and your walls compressing him almost as if you were a virgin.

It didn’t take long for him to start pounding inside you hard and a hand hooked on your chin to force you to look at him as several “I love you, love you, love you” slid out of his swollen lips.

“It’s probably little anyways.”

It started with a joke. A harmless joke. You never meant for it to go this far. Though you couldn’t say you regretted it but still, you didn’t expect to get your pussy pounded by your roommate over something dumb.

You were on top of him, pathetically bouncing on his cock while tears ran down the sides of your face. Seungcheol grabs a fistful of your hair, yanking your head so it’s pulled taut as he leans closer to your face.

“Has no one taught you how to properly ride a cock?”

You decided to respond in the correct manner that he told you to. He’d punish you if you didn’t, just like he did earlier. Letting out a whine, you answer him. “Yes, daddy”

“I can’t fucking tell.” you continue to slam yourself up and down on his length, the tip of his cock hitting your cervix as Seungcheol lets out a dissatisfied breath.

His hand lands against your ass, the afterburn leaving a mark as he thrusts up into you hard causing you to let out a scream. “Fucking do it right, or I’m stopping.”

Seungcheol had you in a press, legs pushed so far behind your head you thought you might snap in half.

Your breathing was restricted as he slammed into you hard, his heavy balls slapping against your ass as his cock bruised your soft spot over and over. You had lost count of how many times you had came, but no matter how many orgasms you had Seungcheol  just flipped you into a new position, pounding you until you could only babble and cry out his name.

You usually were a laid back person, so guys and sex were never really on your radar. Of course you had sex before, but it was never on this level. Seungcheol had every inch of your being spinning and trembling underneath him. It was like you were reduced to nothing but his little cumslut.

Feeling a harsh slap to the side of your face, you’re snapped out of your thoughts. Your eyes widen slightly and your eyebrows furrow as you clench around his cock. You had never been slapped before, let alone during sex. It was wrong but the sensation had your cunt growing wetter with your slick when he kept doing it.

“You just got tighter, you liked that didn’t you?” you nod your head frantically as his hand comes up to your neck, fingers roughly squeezing the sides as his other hand comes into contact with your face again.

“You had so much mouth, where’d it go?” he breathes against your mouth heavily, his hand comes down against your cheek hard.

“I want you to hurt me, daddy”

Your words have Seungcheol’s cock pulsing inside you, proud of the fact he’s depraving his sweet little roommate, breaking down your daft exterior and watching you crumble as he fucks you stupid.

“You want me to hurt you? Huh?” the grip on your neck tightens, making your head spin spin as you choke out a ‘yes daddy’

Seungcheol’s hand lands against your face repeatedly giving you no time to recover as you beg for more, his cock poking your womb has you reeling.

“Kiss, daddy. I wanna kiss” Seungcheol groans as he leans down to pair his lips with yours, moving against your mouth roughly. “You’re so fucking needy,” he speaks against your lips.

His kiss and his cock inside you has you dizzy, and yet again he has you shuddering underneath him as you cum again for the nth time, your body jolting from the aftershocks of your orgasm.

Seungcheol gives you no resting period before he’s flipping you into your tummy, pulling your hips back so your pussy is sticking out, all pretty and ruined just for him as he slams back into you, a scream lurching past your mouth as the ring of cream from your pussy is pushing towards the base of his cock as he bottoms out in you.

He grabs you by your arms that are planted on the bed, hands resting between the bend of your elbow and forearm, pulling you into an uncomfortable arch as he pounds you.

“Not so little now, am I?” he drives his hips into you even harder, the impact has your entire body trembling as you struggle to shake your head no.

“I-I want you to cum inside, daddy” you beg him to fill you, your voice shaking from how hard he’s fucking you.

“You want me to fill this messy little pussy up?” shaking your head frantically, you nod yes, your face hitting the pillows as Seungcheol suddenly lets go of your arms before jerking himself to completion.

“Too bad, you don’t deserve my cum.” you cry into your sheets as he releases on you, thick spurts of his cum shooting onto your ass and spine that should be in your pussy.

Seungcheol’s breathing heavy as he eased himself off your bed to leave the room. The loss of his touch has you whining and sitting up on the bed, turning around to watch his tall frame walk away from you.

“ where are you goin’?”

He sighs irritatbly before turning halfway to face you. “Shower.” his lazy answer makes you wince.

“Can I come with you?” You clutch onto your sheets with your eyebrows raised, hoping he’ll say yes.

“Whatever.”

You smile, leaping out of your bed and giggling as you follow behind him like a lost puppy.

Seungcheol washes off your body carefully, making you lift your leg as he holds it in his hand so he can clean your intimate areas, ensuring not you get soap inside you. You hold onto his neck tightly as he washes your back, inhaling his scent with your soapy tits pressed flush against him. He refuses at first but he lets you wash him, using the towel he gave you to clean his hard chest.

When you finish Seungcheol turns the shower off and helps you to get dry. He dresses you and himself as he bids you goodnight before returning to his bedroom, leaving you in the hallway with a pout.

Your bed felt cold, it was lonely without Seungcheol and soon you found yourself creeping out of your room to sneak into Seungcheol’s bed.

It was kind of pathetic how wrapped around his finger he had you just from giving you a little cock. But you couldn’t help it! He made you feel so good, you wished it could always be like that.

You cracked the door to his room, timidly peeling to see if he was awake. “Daddy, can I sleep with you?

“Alright, whatever. Just be quiet and go to sleep.” he yanks you down to pull you closer to him, his chin resting atop of your head as the steady beat of his heart lulls you to sleep.

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

“Because,” he says.

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?”

“Yes—!”

“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.

Jeonghan was known for being extremely patient and quite calmed down, except when it came to a challenge. Mention anything about competition and it was as if there was a switch inside of him that turned on. He was going to keep fighting until he proved he was the one that was right, just like right now.

“I do have resistance, I don’t know what you are talking about.” His hands were gripping the steering wheel tighter, his brows furrowed as he replied to you.

“I love you but you literally give in so quickly, not even a minute and you are done.”

There was no lie in what you said, though. Jeonghan was quick to please each and all of your wishes, so he never really held back or tried to make you wait when it came to complying with your demands, which of course included sex. The topic came up when you met up with the rest his friend group and for some reason they started talking about different stupid sexual challenges.

“I have won them all, except for the cockwarming one. It’s quite difficult.” Mingyu even looked proud whilst saying it.

“Ah, I feel you. Impossible. Maybe Jeonghan could manage to do it.” Hoshi nodded, the most serious expression you had ever seen on his face. Leaving that aside, his comment made you laugh.

“Jeonghan would lose within seconds.”

Twelve pairs of eyes turned to you, including your boyfriend’s, surprise reflected in them. The rest seemed to notice the slight awkwardness because they quickly started talking about something else, but you could feel Jeonghan staring at you the whole time, only talking to you now that both of you were in the privacy of the car.

“I just don’t know how you can say that, you have no proof.” Maybe you really hurt his pride, but it wasn’t such a big deal, the rest of them had also agreed on it being something beyond difficult.

“Let’s try it then, park the car over, uh, there.”

“Are you crazy? No, wait until we get home.”

“See? You are so nervous that you can’t even dare to do it now.” You slid your hand over his thigh, reaching higher before softly grazing his crotch. “Weak.”

You could notice the way his jaw clenched, hurrying to pull over where you had pointed out before, a sly smirk spreading on your face. He laid back his seat a little bit, patting on his lap so that you would straddle him before taking out his dick and stroking it a few times, his other hand coming up your legs and under your dress, rubbing your core over your panties. When he felt you getting wet, he didn’t waste a second and slipped inside of you, stretching you all of a sudden and bringing his hands up to your hips to keep you still.

If you were to tell the truth, it did felt nice and quite intimate. You could feel him harden more and more, your walls hugging his dick in a way that made his breathing irregular, but he wasn’t planning on losing. He wouldn’t give in, even if you begged him a thousand times. He stared into your eyes, a smug smile plastered on his face as if saying ‘ha, I told you so’ to which you raised an eyebrow before leaning in and whispering in his ear:

“I love the way you fill me up.” He froze. He had to if he didn’t want to ram into you hard right then. “The way your thick cock feels inside of me is so hot.”

“Stop it.” His fingers gripped your hair as a warning, his voice severe.

Even if teasing him was fun, you obeyed. As the minutes passed, anxiety started to take over your body. Of course you didn’t want to lose, since your point was to prove that you were correct this time, but every now and then he would twitch and being completely still, the action didn’t go unnoticed. 

He seemed to be enjoying it, relaxing more and more into your heat, closing his eyes and throwing his head back. It wasn’t until he felt your lips on his neck that he snapped out of it, calmness slipping between his fingers as if it were sand. When you bit down on one of his sweet spots, he almost thrust his hips but it took every ounce of self-control to not do it, leaving you frustrated once again. You waited a bit more before trying again, this time clenching down on him every a few seconds and he hissed a few times, but didn’t respond the way you wanted him to do it.

“Please, Jeonghan, please…”

“No.”

A shiver ran down your spine at the firmness in his voice, it also being the first time he denied something to you. Somehow, it made you feel helpless, naturally pouting while looking at him with doe eyes, which he ignored by staring outside the window as if he was trying to see if there was anyone around. You huffed before sliding your arms around his neck, getting close enough to hover your mouth right above his.

“Are you really going to leave me like this?” He closed his eyes again and took a deep breath before answering to you.

“This is what you wanted.”

“But what I want now is my boyfriend to fuck me senseless.”

“Resist it, I don’t care.” He bit his lip right after saying it, regretting the last part.

You kissed him as a reply, losing yourself in the moment, getting goosebumps when he barely parted his lips open to let your tongue slid in. As you played with him, enjoying the only bit of attention he was giving you, the fact that none of you were still anymore caught your attention. You weren’t sure which one had moved first, nor did you care. He was gently rocking his hips, not really noticing as he did it and you couldn’t help but to chuckle, breaking his trance, a mix of emotions going through his face as he slowly realized what was happening. Sighing in defeat, he gripped your waist before snapping roughly, burying himself deeper and deeper each time, the car starting to sway because of his thrusts.

Seeing you were close, he started to hurry up his pace, his fingers rubbing your clit directly. There were no words between you two, just neediness and moans. A shiver ran down your spine when he started to place wet, open mouthed kisses all over your neck and exposed chest, the lights of other cars and the risk of getting caught aggravating your excitement. You let out a choked out whine as you came around him, and you thought he would stop like he always did, but it was the opposite: he continued, even faster and harder than before, the steering wheel impeding you from back away from his ministrations.

“H-Han, that’s enough–”

“You said this is what you wanted, baby, now resist it.”

Tears started to well up in your eyes, the oversensitivity becoming too much, your thighs trembling as the knot in your stomach formed again in an almost painful way. Your muscles tightened, your mind going blank as your boyfriend forced another orgasm on you, your body going numb as he gave the few last thrusts to make himself come. His cum filled you up, starting to drip down your hole and into your inner thighs, a bit staining his clothes before he grabbed some tissues and cleaned you up. As he placed another tissue on his still hard member, you took over and started to jerk him off, a high pitched whine coming out of your lips before he tried to stop you, giving up when he saw your determined expression.