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Note: Three month hiatus!!! Wow!!! So I realized that I write on spontaneous bursts of energy which is why I’ve been hella quiet but during quarantine I been thinking about Jeonghan a bit too much lately and wanted to do this quick piece. Somebody said he’s the Loki of Seventeen so I kept that in mind while writing this LOL. Stay thirsty, my friends.

Pairing: jeonghan x reader (female)

Synopsis: After taking a flight to finally meet your online partner, they flake on you and never show up to dinner. Tired and frustrated, you call for a lift to go to your complex. Your driver happens to be a devilishly handsome man you can’t take your eyes off of. How many rides are you willing to take for a dick appointment? 

Word Count: 1.7k

Smut Warning: sub!reader dom!jeonghan, car sex, flirting, grinding, oral (f/m. giving/receiving), straddling, nail scratching on back, **i swear it’s consensual even though it sounds like it isn’t (i just really like doms ok)

“I don’t often get the chance to talk to someone like you.”

Your driver looks over his shoulder at you and offers a friendly smile. You meet his eyes in the rearview mirror and politely nod your head before quickly looking away. You’ve never met anyone as handsome as him, which leaves you blushing and averting your gaze to the window.

“Long night?” he asks.

“Actually, it was cut a bit short.” The driver looks at you in his rearview mirror and lifts both his eyebrows as if asking for an explanation.

“It’s no big deal. I just… well, I flew for six hours to get here but the person I was supposed to meet for dinner never showed up. I was probably catfished. Anyway, I called for a lift and now we’re here. Thanks for not bailing on me,” you laugh faintly as your voice trails off. I can’t believe I took an airplane for a dick appointment.

“What an asshole,” your driver exclaims. “You even dressed up to look good for them. I’m glad I was able to save you from your terrible night.”

You bite your bottom lip and peak at the rearview mirror. His eyes are fixated on the road but you want to lock eyes again. You lean back against the headrest and close your eyes. Is he… flirting with me? Because I was stood up? Does he feel bad for me? Or is he just being nice? You try to ignore the throbbing in your pants but it seems to get worse the more he speaks to you.

In the midst of your thoughts, your stomach grumbles to break the silence. Slightly embarrassed by the sudden noise, you say awkwardly, “Ahhh. Didn’t even get to eat dinner.” “Don’t worry. We’re almost home,” he responds.

ㅡ

“You can pull up over there,” you say as you direct him towards your complex’s parking garage. He has trouble finding parking but finds space on the fourth floor where there are barely any cars. He turns off the engine and helps you bring your luggage all the way to your doorstep.

“Oh! I think I left my phone in your car,” you gasp. “I’ll go with you,” he responds.

Back in the parking garage, you open the right back door of his car and look for your phone under the front passenger seat. You hear the left back door open opposite of you and look up. He’s also bent down behind the driver’s seat and his face is barely a foot apart from yours. You become entranced in his gaze, his deep brown eyes.

“Found it,” he smirks as he pulls your phone from behind him. “O-oh,” you say as your snap back to reality. “Thank you.” He passes over your phone and his warm hand brushes against yours. You notice that there’s a nameless number on the screen.

“Call me if you ever need saving. Someone like you shouldn’t have to wait for anyone.” You see his eyes fixate on your lips.

Am I really gonna do this? He’s hot. And I didn’t get any dick tonight.

You know what? Fuck it. 

Your lips quickly find his as if two magnets had been waiting to meet. He holds the nape of your neck with his right hand and pulls you completely into the car while closing the door behind him with his left. He swirls his tongue in your mouth as if beckoning the throbbing in your pants to give in. He lies you down and climbs on top of you. You’ve been craving this moment the entire flight. His lips still working like magic, you feel him grind against you as he reaches behind you to pull your door shut. A knot forms in your stomach as he thrusts into your hips deeper, his hard-on teasing you against your pants.

His hand finds its way to the inside of your pants. “Have you been wet the entire ride? God, I knew it.” Without hesitation, two fingers slide into your folds and you let out the loudest moan. You’ve been holding it in the entire night and the pleasure felt like a breath of fresh air. He’s quick to shut you back up with deep, passionate kisses. He won’t let you rest for a moment.

You’ve become so wet that his fingers slip in and out with ease. He rubs your clit with his thumb, sending a shock down your spine. He moves quicker and quicker, curling his fingers each time to hit your sweet spot. Your eyes roll back and you see the windows starting to fog up. As you moan through your intertwined tongues, he pulls back and says, “You’ve been wanting me ever since I picked you up, huh? Making my car wet?” He takes his fingers out from your pants and puts them in your mouth. You swirl your tongue and suck on them to show him exactly what you want. You feel him grow harder and reach your hand to stroke it but he stops you before you can even move.

“Let me show you why you flew all the way here.”

In one swift movement, he pulls your pants down and takes a good look at you. His lips trace your inner thighs, melting you with every kiss. He kisses your folds, then glides his tongue from the bottom of your entrance to the top of your clit. He sucks on it and moans, sending vibrations throughout your body. You arch your back as his tongue slides into you. Tasting every inch of you, you can tell by his rough oral that he wants you badly. Holding your thigh for support, he inserts two fingers and sucks your clit at the same time. He moves his fingers in and out as he flicks tip of his tongue up and down your slit.

“Fuck me,” you plead.

He smirks at your desperation, the same smirk he gave you when he “found” your phone. His eyes have a snakish look in them as if whispering I’ve got you right where I want you. “You hungry?” he asks sarcastically.

“Fucking starving. Please.”

You sit up on your knees as he rests himself on the seat. Your hands couldn’t unzip his pants any faster. He finally reveals his hard-on and you’re mesmerized at his length. The knot in your stomach grew tighter. Suddenly, you feel his warm hand on the nape of your neck again.

“Say ‘ahhh.’”

He pulls your head down towards his crotch, groaning when he enters your mouth. His hand moves from the nape of your neck to the back of your head. He controls your rhythm by pulling your hair up and down and moans deeply with each stroke. You desperately want to return the favor, making sure he hits the back of your throat each time, licking him all around like sweet ice cream. You moan in response and he tugs your hair a bit harder.

He pulls you up from the seat and positions you on his lap, facing him.

“Ride me.”

At his command, you stroke him as you position yourself right at his tip. You’re too careful and take longer than he wants; with both hands on either side of your waist, he pulls you down onto his length. A warm rush of euphoria spreads throughout your body, both of you moaning in unison. You feel the force of his hands guiding your hips, directing you, controlling you. Each thrust feels deeper, wetter. You put your hands on his shoulders for balance but he places them behind his neck, locking your fingers with yourself. The way he asserts authority over any small movement makes you weak. Even when you’re on top of him, you feel completely dominated.

You close your eyes and throw your head back, mouth agape with moans escaping your lips with each bounce. His heavy breathing turns you on even more. You open your eyes and see him working your waist, his brows furrowed, lips bitten, hair stuck to the sweat of his forehead. The mere sight of him is hot.

Your vision instantly darkens as the parking garage lights dim from the inactivity on the floor. Losing your sight makes you focus on feeling his every inch inside of you. He holds you stationary in the air, then thrusts into you with his own movement. You gasp in surprise at the sensation, encouraging him to go harder. He’s able to slide in and out so much quicker and you start to feel dizzy. With your left hand bracing his shoulder, your right hand grabs a fistful of his hair and you tug his head back. He immediately stops and gives in to you. Finally.

You start sucking on his exposed neck and he lets out moans of relief. Simultaneously, you roll your hips into his and ride him. You try to go deeper with each grind as it hits better and better on your G-spot. His hands snake their way up your back and you feel his nails dig into your skin. You arch your back as a reflex and he pulls you into his chest. He bites at your neck more roughly than before. The pain sends you higher and makes you thrust roughly into him. Seeing his dark figure at your own disposal arouses you so much.

After a final thrust, you feel him throb inside of you, filling you up. He lets out the loudest moan of the night, sending you to your climax. You continue to ride him and he moans gently from his sensitivity.

“Fuck. I’m cumming!” you cry. You release yourself and ecstasy overtakes you as both of you flow from inside. You melt on top of him and he chuckles at your limp body.

“Let me get you cleaned up,” he says warmly, the same tone he had when he was driving, completely different to the one he had mere seconds ago.

“I never got your name,” you say as you sit down onto the seat. He opens the car door and the lights flicker back on.

He hands you your phone, and again you wonder how and when the hell he took it. “Say my name next time,” he winks.

You look at the new contact name matching the phone number from earlier and smile.

Note: I can’t believe I finished my first smut piece!!! Writing smut is harder than I thought since I’m a visual person (😐 what who said that what 😗) but I can’t wait to post more (aka the drafts sitting in my Google Drive hehe). I didn’t come across a lot of Sunwoo fics so I’m just gonna throw this one out there. I think it’s fairly simple for my first one. Stay thirsty, my friends.

Pairing: sunwoo x reader (female)

Synopsis: You finally go home with your boyfriend Sunwoo after a drunken Saturday night out with friends. Although your evening went well, the look on Sunwoo’s face says otherwise. However, the night isn’t over, and you both know it’s going to be a long one.

Word Count: 2.1k

Smut Warning: bondage, blindfold, fingering, sub!reader dom!sunwoo, grinding, teasing, dry humping, masturbation, lil bit of oral but not really (f. receiving), **i swear it’s consensual even though it sounds like it isn’t :”(

“You embarrassed me this evening,” Sunwoo exasperates as he sets the house keys on the table.

You shut the door behind you and kick off your shoes before stumbling onto the couch. You let out a relieving sigh as you finally lie down, closing your eyes to keep the room from spinning.

“Can you get me water pleaaase?” You ask lightheartedly. You slowly open your eyes to Sunwoo peering down at you.

“Fine, but can you situate yourself in the bedroom? Since you said you can take care of yourself,” he sighs, the passive aggressiveness undoubtedly hinging on his last sentence. You pretend not to hear him and turn onto your side with your back facing the couch. You hear the filtered water dispenser momentarily before he comes back and hands you a glass of cold water. You sit up and chug the entire thing in one go.

Sunwoo rolls his eyes. “Thirsty much?” He takes the glass and disappears again into the kitchen. However, instead of returning to you, he walks towards the bedroom and glares at you as he passes by. “If you want it, come get it,” he hisses, disappearing behind the door.

You trip on your own two feet when making it to the bedroom, then throw yourself head first onto the bed. You reach for the glass of water on the nightstand to your left as you lie on your stomach, too lazy to move another inch.

“I’m still mad at you, you know,” Sunwoo mutters by the closet parallel to the bed. His back faces you as he removes his shirt while staring into the closet to look for something. You turn and rest your head on your arms to face him, still lying down. The room spins faster when you close your eyes but at the same time you enjoy the rush you feel at the back of your head.

“I wasn’t that drunk,” you claim.

Sunwoo continues to stare at the closet, hands on his hips, with his focus more so on the top shelf. “I don’t mind taking care of you when we go out but I don’t like how you behave once you drink more than you can handle.”

“I can act sober when I want to… if I need to,” you state.

“Oh really?” He turns around and tilts his head at you, raising his eyebrows to let his sarcasm speak for itself. You peek one eye open to meet his gaze. “You got us kicked out of the club because you couldn’t walk straight. The guards asked us to leave and you tried to fight them. You get so aggressive when you’re drunk and I don’t like it.”

“I mean it’s not like I physically threw myself onto them. I just used really big words and their feelings got hurt,” you shrug.

“Speaking of throwing yourself onto people, should I even mention how you acted with my friends tonight?” He rolls his eyes and turns back towards the closet. Your eyes immediately open again and fall downward because you didn’t know how to respond.

“I was just being friendly! I’m friendly with everyone! It isn’t a big deal. Plus, they have their own partners anywayㅡ I mean too...” you confidently snap back at him. Sunwoo doesn’t bother to turn around but instead reaches into the closet and reveals a black medium keepsake box. He walks towards the bed and places it on the edge of his side of the mattress. You squint at him, trying to clear your blurred vision. You slowly blink a couple of times but when you refocus, Sunwoo completely disappears from your sight. Right as you’re about to turn over, you feel two knees on either side of you, straddling you helpless.

“Turn around,” Sunwoo demands in his low voice. You flip onto your back and see Sunwoo hovering over you. His bare chest towers over you like a skyscraper blocking the morning sunlight. His eyes lock onto yours and you instantly fall under his spell. His anger still burns within them but the way he bites his bottom lip is a clear signal of what he’s about to do to you.

“Hands,” he says as he holds out one of his own, waiting for your obedience. You slowly raise your hands as if making an offering to a God. In his other hand appears black velcro bed straps that he hid behind his back. He wastes no second restraining your wrists to both sides of the headboard. The only sound in the room was the velcro being adjusted by Sunwoo to ensure you had no means of escape.

“You need to learn a lesson.” He pulls out a blindfold from his pocket and immediately ties it around your eyes. With your vision black, the alcohol makes your head spin again. You become more aware of your breathing as your chest sinks deeper into the mattress. You begin to pulse in your underwear and try to make it less obvious. You won’t let him get his way this quickly.

Sunwoo climbs off of the bed and you hear his pants unzip and drop to the floor. You squeeze your thighs in an effort to hide your arousal. It hasn’t even been five seconds before you feel his strong hands spread you apart. Before you can say anything, a warm body snakes on top of you and a hot breath whispers into your ear.

“You aren’t leaving my sight tonight.”

Soft, tender kisses caress your neck and you hang your head to the side to indicate you want more. His full, lush lips are your favorite feature because he knows how to use them on your weak spot. You can’t help but whimper as you throb and ache for him. His hard-on rubs between your thighs and you buck your hips to try and feel it deeper. He retracts his own to avoid your attempts to get any more friction. The kisses stop and you feel the cold wetness from his saliva on your neck.

“Sunwoo. P-please kiss me,” you begged. “You want me, baby?” He asks you. You quickly nod your head.

You suddenly feel his tongue where his lips were. Instead of gentle kisses, he sucks and bites your neck a little at a time. You gasp from the immediate change of pace and your underwear becomes wetter. He grinds his dick on your pants to make sure you feel every inch. “Oh my god Sunwoo. Please. I need you,” you whine. He stops sucking on your neck and strokes harder. His hot breath whispers in your ear, “You sure about that? What happened to taking care of yourself?” Two fingers are shoved into your mouth and you suck it instinctively. He curls his fingers to hint what else he plans to do with you which turns you on even more. He lightly moans in your ear and licks the soft spot beneath it.

Sunwoo gets off and removes your pants as slow as he possibly can. You squirm in frustration, desperately thrusting the air for his touch. He laughs quietly at your agony. He straddles you and positions himself between your legs. He pushes his lower body on your underwear, trying to make you wetter. You match his pace, hoping to move the thin layers that stood in the way of your skin and his. He finally slides your underwear off and the cold air rushes over you. Yet, you still feel fabric on your legs. “Fuck Sunwoo, just fuck me already. Stop being a fucking tease.”

“So aggressive. How bad do you want me?” His deep voice turned you on even more. You reply in heavy breaths.

“So. Fucking. Bad.”

You feel his underwear become wet from all the grinding. “You were bad tonight. You aren’t getting away so easily.” He lies on top of you with his bare chest touching your shirt. He sucks on your neck again and matches his thrusts with each bite. Your breathing becomes ragged and you moan softly. He holds the back of your neck with his right hand, his left arm wrapped around your back to keep you still.

His warm lips finally meet yours. He kisses you passionately and pushes his tongue inside your mouth. You swallow each other’s moans as if each one was a gulp of water. Just as soon as it started, Sunwoo pulls away and takes off his underwear. He thrusts his hips into yours again, and you finally feel his shaft on your skin. Your body jolts upward in desperation to rub yourself on it. It’s absolute torture and you couldn’t handle it anymore. He whispers in your ear, “You’re so wet, baby. You’re thirsty for me, aren’t you?” You moan back, “Ugh, yes daddy.”

His entire length slams into you without warning.

“FUCK.”

His voice catches in the back of his throat. He pulls out and breathes deeply to recompose himself. “Please daddy.” He shoves his dick inside you and starts to thrust at a fast pace. You hear a hand smack the headboard above you as his left hand grips your body for leverage. “Oh my god. You’re so fucking wet.” He pushes deeper inside you and groans as he feels your walls tightening. You arch your back and grip your restraints for dear life, moaning loudly.

“Oh, Sunwoo. I want you to fuck me ‘til I’m numb.” Your black vision heightens your sensitivity and you feel a wave of euphoria rush to the back of your head. You want to see the look on his face so badly, the way he furrows his brows when he thrusts, the way his eyes shut when he pushes his hips deeper, the way he licks then bites his lips when he wants more of you.

He groans then stops to unbutton your shirt. You shiver as the air greets your exposed chest. He adorns your neck with hungry bites and eventually makes his way down your torso. Goosebumps trail along your back with each kiss. Sunwoo kisses the spot right above your entrance, teasing you. You writhe in bed because it’s impossible to stay still. You feel him smile against your skin. Suddenly, his tongue slowly glides up your slit, sucking your clit last. He kisses your inner thighs, knowing how ruthless that was. “FUCK, SUNWOO.” He laughs at your misery.

“Will you behave from now on?”

“Yes, PLEASE. ANYTHING for you. PLEASE.”

“Come for me then.”

Without hesitation, he slides two fingers inside of you. His hand works like magic as his thumb presses on your clit. You get even wetter by feeling how easily his fingers slip in and out. He replaces his thumb with his tongue and curls his fingers with each move. His tongue plays with your clit in his mouth which sends you on your final high. Your back arches at its peak, toes curl and dig into the mattress, hands gripping firmly onto the restraints. You moan his name loudly as you clench yourself and cum flows onto the bed.

Sunwoo takes off your blindfold. It takes a few seconds to adjust to the light but by the time your eyes focus, you see Sunwoo touching himself and biting his lips. “I need to see that face of yours,” he grunts. The sight of his bare body turned you on again. His hair sticking to his forehead, chest glistening with sweat. His eyes pierce yours and you’re instantly throbbing with arousal as if he flicked on a light switch. His brows furrow with anticipation and he shuts his eyes as he reaches his climax. With heavy breaths and a few last grunts, his cum drips onto your stomach and a grin grows on both of your faces.

He gets off the bed, walks toward you and kisses you deeply. It was a moment of gratitude and bliss but he teased you once again by pushing his tongue into your mouth and biting your bottom lip before pulling away. You let out a whine and he smiles at you, then reaches for your glass of water on the nightstand.

“Thirsty much?” You ask him.

He checks you out from head to toe. You were a hot mess with your hair in disarray, shirt unbuttoned and body sticky with both of your fluids. He chugs the water then helps you drink the rest since you were still tied up.

“Can you take these off now?”