➵ Pairing : Jongho x Fem!reader
➵ Genre : Smut + College au
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Alcohol. A great way to end a stressful exam week, according to almost the entire student body of your university. Some went out with the simple target of getting completely shitfaced drunk, others to just blow off steam. You seemed to be the former, and your boyfriend the latter.
When you and Jongho first announced you were dating, no one could believe it. You, the reckless (borderline alcoholic) party animal going out with the stoic enigma of the year? It seemed like a relationship that seemed doomed to fail, yet somehow it was thriving even with your mountainload of differences. You seemed to be teaching Jongho to live a little, whilst he seemed to be calming you down a bit.
You were a flirty person by nature, it was just your tone and way of speaking, so naturally there was many rumours of you being a notorious cheater. Many even warned Jongho away from you, but luckily the headstrong male ignored the false accusations. You both had survived your hardest year of education to date, filled with ups and downs, arguments and reconciliations, love and hate. You had made it to the finish line, so now it was time to celebrate somehow making it there against all odds.
That was why you were currently in a nearby club, popular with students due to its proximity to the university. The social butterfly you were, you were busy greeting and talking to many people, laughing away the night. Jongho on the other hand had decided to sit back after a few hello’s, preferring to sit in a booth near the back with his friends. A decision he was starting to regret. Immensely.
“Ayo! Jongho! Hohoho! Merry Christmas motherfuckers!”
Downing another shot, San let out a breath as his cheeks were tinted pink from all the alcohol he’d been consuming. Wooyoung let out a whoop, following suit as Yeosang looked on in disgust. Surprisingly, instead of joining in like they’d usually do, Mingi and Yunho were somewhere on the dance floor, doing god knows what to god knows who. When San passed a drink to Yeosang, he screwed up his face in disgust.
“Whatever shit you lot’ve spiked that drink with is your business, leave me out of it.”
Scoffing, San shrugged and drank it himself, his head already swimming. Jongho’s attention however, was not on his heavily drunk friend. It was on you, talking and laughing with another guy on the dance floor. Usually this wouldn’t faze him, but it was just something about the unfiltered lust the male’s expression that washed a wave of unease over Jongho. He had to trust you though, even if you were being completely oblivious to this stranger’s attempts to get closer to you. And the fact that he had to watch this, angered him beyond comparison.
So as San swayed in his seat, Jongho took a few of the shot glasses away from him, much to San’s annoyance.
“Stop hogging the alcohol!”
Whining, San stretched across the table for one of the glasses, soon disappointed however when Jongho downed the shot. Before he could complain any more, Jongho drank the remaining glasses too, ignoring the burn and burping once he was done. While the others merely cheered him on in their intoxicated state, Yeosang looked at Jongho as he stood up with confusion, and a little bit of worry.
“You alright, man? That’s a little much, you don’t usually drink that much alcohol in one go.”
Yeosang’s hand darted out to steady the younger when he swayed slightly, soon however being swatted away. Jongho’s expression was gloomy, and the last thing Yeosang wanted to do was anger the boy. Before he could prod a little more however, Mingi stumbled up to the table, wrapping his arms around Jongho as he nuzzled his cheek.
“Sweetcheeks!~ Can I have some - hic!- more drinks pwetty pwease~”
Already used to Mingi’s overly affectionate drunk side, Jongho shrugged him off before sighing and nodding, letting the older drag him to the bar. He needed to get his mind off of you, so what better way than drinking till his mind can’t think at all?
It took a while for you to find your boyfriend after you finally managed to separate from the stranger that had been keeping you occupied, the male seemingly disappearing. After checking a few spots you found Yunho on the dance floor, tapping his shoulder so he’d bend slightly lower so you could shout over the music.
“I can’t find Jongho, where is he?”
Shrugging, Yunho smiled and twirled you around before replying.
“Last time I saw him, he was heading to the bar with Mingi. But that was about.. 40 minutes ago?”
Nodding, you thanked the male before patting his butt, earning a wink from the giant. You then made your way over to the bar, surprised to see that Jongho was still there. Even more surprisingly, he was completely drunk out of his mind.
He was slumped on Mingi, both men chuckling drowsily as they downed another shot. You called out to him as you approached, expression turning from light confusion to shock when Jongho winked at you. He turned his bar stool to face you and as soon as you were in range, he grabbed your wrist and pulled you between his spread legs.
Your cheeks burned with embarrassment as his hands fell to your hips, kissing your neck and nuzzling it as he stroked circles on your love handles. This was definitely not like Jongho, usually he’d get all nervous if you did anything more than hold his hand in public, let alone grope him like he’s doing to you now. You couldn’t help however the warm feeling that pooled in your stomach due to his needy behaviour.
Jongho interrupted you with a kiss, gently tugging on your plump lips before whispering into the embrace.
“I missed you so much, Cub.”
Your body stiffened at the pet name, knowing it was something Jongho called you behind closed doors. Something he called you when he needed you.
His lips fell to their rightful place on your neck once again, one of his hands moving behind while the other traversed your arms until it landed on the opposite side of your neck. He pulled you forward once again, flush against his chest with such haste that you had to steady yourself on his thighs. Jongho seemed to enjoy this, soft vibrations making a shiver run up your spine as you began to feel something growing in front of you.
“You smell so good today, why do you smell so fucking good?”
You couldn’t help but tighten your grip on his thighs, drawing a low moan from the male. He let his hand roam freely over the curve of your ass, merely chuckling into your neck when you gasped in outrage.
“J-Jongho! We’re in public! God, what has gotten into you?! Are you that drunk?!”
He nodded and began nipping at your neck, eventually latching onto your sweet spot. As he suckled your supple skin your reserve began to waver, and your mind began to stray from your moral compass. Hey, who could blame you? Your drop-dead gorgeous boyfriend is practically ready to ravish you and it wasn’t as if you don’t have alcohol affecting your decisions too. At least, that’s what you reasoned to yourself when you pulled away from Jongho and tapped a sleeping Mingi.
“We’re gonna head out, tell the others if they come asking for us.”
Simply nodding, Mingi’s head connected with the wooden bar top mere seconds later, knocked out cold. Jongho’s hands snaking around your waist however brought your focus back to him, especially when they travelled a bit too high. Swatting him away, you gave Jongho a glare when he rested his hands atop your shoulders instead, already planning in his mind to take a detour down south at the first opportunity that presented itself.
“Let’s get you out of here, Mr. Loverboy.”
Since, most likely, your dorm mates would be spending the night in someone else’s bed, you decided to bring Jongho back to your dorm. You reasoned it was because you didn’t want him to disturb any of the others, if they actually came home for once after a night out, but deep down you knew that wasn’t the truth. After all of Jongho’s teasing, your mind had gone to filthy places, so you didn’t want the two of you to disturb the others. You knew what was gonna happen when you got back home.
Jongho was swaying a little bit as he walked down the street, his arm hooked securely over your shoulders as he stopped every few metres to pepper your face with kisses. That damned free hand of his kept wandering over your body, apparently unable to make it to the building right in front of you.
