#jongseob x reader

“Seob, is everything–”

“I FUCKING PASSED.” He sounded like he was out of breath. The dwindling sunlight made his tan skin glow. His bangs were clipped out of his face, blonde hair hanging onto his shoulders. The angle was a little awkward but he was beaming with delight.

“HOLY SHIT,” you exclaimed, matching his excitement. “I knew you were going to!”

“I couldn’t have done it without your support, I mean,” he sighed, clearly still riding out the high of the big fat A+ at the top of his weeks worth of work. “You’ve been so patient with my studying and stuff and I’m just… I’m just like…” 

“I’m just proud you did it! I mean, your professor was kind of evil,” you laughed.

“Right? I didn’t expect that at all.”

“So… what now?” You didn’t mean to sound selfish, but it had been a damn long while since you’d gotten to hang out with your boyfriend. He chuckled at you, staring into the camera with a look you knew very well. 

“Actually,” he hummed. “I can come get you from your place and we can go back to mine. Taeyang got me some drinks to celebrate the semester wrapping up. Maybe we could get some food, and uhm…” He ran his tongue over his teeth, looking around to make sure no one was listening. “Y’know.”

“That sounds… so good,” you sighed contently, trying to mask your excitement.

“Good! Uh, I’ll head over in a little bit. Wear something comfy.”

“Done,” you smiled. “I’ll see you soon!”

“I love you,” Jongseob giggled.

“I love you too!”

Even though the idea of staying in your pajamas sounded delightful, you threw on a pair of shorts and your favorite t-shirt. You didn’t have much time to get ready so you tried not to spend much time on your appearance. It was just Jongseob, after all. 

That being said, you did spend about 15 minutes on your hair. 

You were antsy waiting for him. It was a little silly how nervous you were. You guessed the fact that you had butterflies was a testament to how much you loved him, or something like that. Your knee bounced up and down, head resting on your hand as you stared at the door, impatient. You were on your feet the second your heard him knock. He pushed the door open only to jump back when he realized you were already standing there.

“Someone’s excited,” he laughed, opening his arms. You hugged him, mumbling something about him shutting up into his shoulder, which he laughed even harder at. He smelled soft and sweet, like sugar and clean laundry. He was wearing a plain white t-shirt with a black hoodie that was zipped most of the way up. The jeans he was wearing were a pair you’d gotten him a few years ago. There were a few small holes from all the wear and tear but they were his favorite. His black glasses were perched on his nose and his bangs had been unclipped, tickling the side of your face.

“Feels like I haven’t seen you in a century.”

“C’mon, baby, let’s go.”

The drive to his place was filled with conversation even though it was pretty short. Your laughs harmonized with his as you giddily discussed your plans for the next few hours. A joking argument about what to eat broke out but you eventually settled on burgers. Dinner was the last thing on your mind as you sat on the couch in the living room, however. His roommate, Shota, had poked his head out to say a quick hello before going back to whatever game he was playing. The coffee table in front of you had two glasses and a bottle of whiskey on it. Jongseob was calling in your orders so you decided to grab the bottle and pour the both of you a little to drink.

“Is delivery ok, babe?” He looked over at you, covering the receiver. “Yeah, sounds good to me!”

You swirled the liquid around before tipping your head back and swallowing it. Jongseob choked on his words, turning away from you long enough to finish the order and hang up.

“Food should be here in 20,” he said. He flopped down on the couch next to you, throwing an arm around your shoulder and crossing his leg over his knee. You poured yourself another shot and grabbed his. “Wanna watch something or…?”

“Drink up.” You pressed the glass to his bottom lip and he smirked.

“Already? I thought we were gonna wait until after the food.”

“I didn’t wanna wait to celebrate.” 

Jongseob took the drink from you and swallowed it. The liquor burned as it went down. It tasted a little sweeter than he expected. You were already staring at him with a soft smile when he turned back to you.

“What?” He chuckled.

“Nothin’.”

“When you say nothing, you never mean nothing.”

He was kind of right but you were too busy drinking in the look on his face to respond. The tips of your fingers pressed against his jaw and guided his face to yours. You met his eyes and pressed your lips to his. He melted into the kiss as if he’d spent the whole day fantasizing about it. 

“See?” He pulled away, cheeks flushed. 

“Sorry, sorry,” you teased. “You just looked pretty.”

“You’re ridiculous,” he said, but there was no malice in his voice. His hand found your thigh as he leaned forward to pour himself another shot. Yours was still in your hand. You’d almost forgotten it was there. Jongseob grabbed the bottle from the table and tucked it in between his thighs, shifting his body towards yours. You clinked the rim of your glass against his and you both downed your shots.

“I really needed this.”

“You worked hard, Seobie. Of course you do.”

“Yeah, I know, I know.” He gnawed on his bottom lip before huffing. “I’m sorry for being so, like, distant lately.”

You shrugged. “It’s ok, I mean, I was bummed but I know how important your class was.”

“Thank you for being so understanding but you do know you’re allowed to be upset about it, right?” 

“I’m less upset with you and more upset with your professor.” You shimmied the whiskey away from his thighs and discarded your glass, taking a sip from the rim instead. “He sprung that essay on you last minute.”

“You’re too good to me,” he said, nudging his shoulder into you. You playfully rolled your eyes and passed the bottle back to him.

“I try.” You nudged him back before sighing. “I hope the food gets here soon.”

“What, you hungry?”

“Kinda.” That definitely wasn’t the only reason. The sooner the food got here, the less interruptions there would be. You stared at Jongseob as his eyes fluttered shut, head tipping backward, lip of the bottle resting on his open mouth. His hair fell against his hood. His shirt had moved just enough for his collarbone to be visible. You watched his throat bob as he swallowed, watched as licked the corner of his mouth and leaned forward to put the bottle down. A drip of liquid hung from his bottom lip and you scrambled to kiss it off, pushing him against the arm as you did so.

“Fuck,” he groaned, his hand finding the back of your head. “You really missed me, huh?” 

“You could say that.” Your hands ran down the sides of his neck and rested on his shoulders. He knew exactly how you felt. He wanted nothing more than to let loose with you but he knew that if he started something, he’d stop at nothing to end it, and he didn’t want the poor delivery person to walk in on something they couldn’t unsee. Still, he couldn’t help giving into your pretty face. His kissed you again but he was much more gentle than you’d been. You could tell he was holding back. 

Thankfully, the delivery was made 10 minutes early. You thanked whatever higher power there was out there when you heard the knocking. Jongseob pushed himself off the couch, turning back to kiss your forehead before paying for your food. Your boyfriend put the bags on the coffee table next to the whiskey before sitting back down. His back faced the arm and he crossed his legs. You sat on the opposite side as if the distance would stop you from pouncing on him and freaking him crazy style. 

The two of you ate in near silence. You were fucking him with your eyes as you ate your burger. Jongseob wasn’t much better off. He kept dropping fries onto his lap, unable to look away for just a second. A thick heat hung in the air between the two of you. You finished your food first, washing it down with another swig of liquor. Jongseob wasn’t far behind. The garbage was discarded in the bag and plopped onto the ground to be dealt with at a later point in time.

“Jongseob,” you hummed, dragging his name out. The alcohol was starting to get to you. Your whole body was burning with a warmth that was half-tipsiness and half-desire. He looked at you and giggled but his expression quickly changed as you crawled over to him and slid onto his lap.

“Hey, baby.” He brushed your hair out of your face, tucking it behind your ear before his hands settled on your sides.

“Shota’s not gonna come out, right?”

“Shouldn’t. He’s been gaming with one of his friends and he keeps his headphones on. Plus, I told him you were coming over.”

“Hm,” you ran your tongue over your teeth. “Perfect.”

You cupped his cheeks and kissed him. He matched your pace with equal fervor. His desperation was showing. How couldn’t it? You didn’t know how many study sessions were interrupted by thoughts of you passing through his mind. He was unbelievably easy for you, especially now. He could already feel himself getting hard in his jeans. You could, too, and he realized the second you smirked into the kiss.

“Somethin’ the matter?” You mumbled.

“I think you know.”

You laughed, throwing your arms around his neck. A shiver went down his spine as you pushed his hair out of the way. You shamelessly grinded your cunt against his bulge. The angle wasn’t doing much for you but Jongseob was clearly enjoy it. His head fell back, pretty lips agape, and you took the opportunity to pepper kisses down his neck, chuckling when his hands tightened around your sides. He tried to control himself but he was thinking entirely with his dick when his hips rose from the couch and fucked up into you.

“Feels good, doesn’t it?” 

He nodded his head, whimpering out a response. 

“You’re so cute, Jongseob,” you murmured into his neck, pressing your teeth against his skin. “Can I?”

“Mhm, please.”

You licked his skin. It tasted a little salty, maybe from his sweat, with a tiny hint of cologne. You didn’t mean to tease but the way he shook under you was addicting. It wasn’t long before you were caving and sinking your teeth into him. He whined as your mouth worked against him, helplessly grinding into you. He needed more, needed to gain control but you were being so good to him… You pulled back and a string of saliva connected your lips to his neck. You licked your lips and pressed a kiss to the now tender skin that was already turning a deep purple. 

“My friends aren’t gonna let me catch a break,” he said, kissing you again.

“You know you love it.”

He mumbled something into your mouth before his grip on you tightened again and he was flipping you over and pinning you to the couch. You gasped as his cock jutted against your clothed crotch. The new angle felt incredible on your clit. Whatever upper hand you had disappeared the minute he was above you. 

“Uh, hey,” you giggled nervously.

“Hey,” he responded, voice raspy. 

“What’s, uhm… what’s up?” “Nothing much.” He leaned down and kissed you again, propping himself up with an arm next to your head while the other slipped up your shirt and teased the hem of your shorts. His fingers were cool against your skin and when you opened your mouth in surprise, he slipped his tongue past your lips. His thrusts were surprisingly controlled for how worked up he was. You, on the other hand, were already a mess beneath him. He swallowed every moan like it was his purpose. You whined when he pulled away, leaning back on his knees to pull your shorts and underwear off.

“You’re so impatient,” he teased.

“Hurry up, Seob.”

“Hey, that’s no way to get what you want, is it?” He paused.

“Please just fuck me,” you sighed, poutting with the nastiest puppy dog eyes you could muster. He couldn’t help but laugh at you, but he listened. Once your bottoms were discarded, he unzipped his jeans and pulled his boxers down just enough for his cock to pop out. You were actually salivating at the sight. Jongseob pulled your lips apart, swallowing when he realized you were already soaked. And all of that for him? He’d wanted to make you work for it but as he stroked himself, he quickly realized he wasn’t that patient.

He aligned his dick with your wet entrance, looking up at you for confirmation. You were already nodding your head and he wasted no time. You groaned in unison as he bottomed out inside of you. It had been weeks since you’d fucked and it was clear that you both needed it.

“Can’t promise I’m gonna be very quiet,” you said, starting to laugh, but you sucked a breath in through your teeth as he adjusted inside of you.

“The walls are thick and Shota’s distracted.” His voice was reassuring. “Let it all out for me. I’ve missed your voice.”

He slowly pulled back and thrust into you. To say it felt amazing would’ve been an understatement. Jongseob leaned over you, holding onto the arm to keep himself up. He looked heavenly above you. His hair was tickling your forehead, brows furrowing as he tried to keep his composure, but you were squeezing him like a vice. His breath shook with every movement. 

“Need more,” you murmured. “Don’t hold back, Seob.”

His response came in the form of his hips snapping against you. You had no time to prepare for the onslaught of pleasure. A particularly loud moan had your hand slapped over your mouth, eyes darting towards Shota’s room behind the couch. Jongseob’s free hand grabbed your chin and forced your gaze back to him. He moved your hand himself, pinning it above your head. He could tell you were doing exactly what you told him not to: holding back. So, he made it his mission to make you scream his name.

“Doing so good for me, aren’t you?” 

“You feel so–” You choked as his cock slammed into your g-spot. 

“So… what, baby? Talk to me.”

“So fucking good.”

“That’s it,” he hummed. The hand the was cupping your chin slid down your neck, over your clothed chest, and down to your neglected clit. He contemplated letting you wait just a little longer for some relief, but you were taking him so well, and honestly, he knew he wasn’t going to last. A hungry moan ripped through your chest as his slender fingers rubbed circles into the swollen bud. 

“Oh my fucking god,” you sobbed, voice wavering. You could easily hear how wet you were and just the thought of your fluids soaking Jongseob’s cock was almost too much for you. You desperately grabbed his wrist, your other hand gripping at his hoodie. He applied more pressure when he felt you squeeze the tips of your fingers into his skin. You were trying to hide how close you were but your walls pulsing around him was a dead giveaway. Your orgasm burned deep in your core and if he kept hitting your spot just right, it was over for you. 

“Can feel you, baby,” he groaned. “Don’t cum yet.”

“I’m– ha, fuck– trying not to,” you stuttered.

“Good. Wanna cum with you.”

He slowed his assault on your clit, sliding his other hand under your thigh to bring you closer to him. You slid an arms around his neck and pulled his face to yours, kissing him with a feverish need. Actually, it was less kissing and more moaning against each others mouths. Your foreheads connected, sweat on sweat, and he bit his lip. Jongseob’s eyes closed. His breaths became quicker and his thrusts became impossibly deeper. You could feel every inch of him inside of you, filling you so perfectly you could barely think. 

“So close,” he said, voice strained. You whimpered in response; he took the hint and brought his fingers back to your clit. The second they brushed against it, you clenched around him, and it took everything in him to not spill his load inside of you on the spot. 

His movements were shaky from desperation but that didn’t stop him. If anything, it encouraged him. You looked so good under him, hair sprawled out on the sides of your head, staring up at him like he was the most perfect creature on earth. Your hand tightened around his wrist and he quickened his pace. Your moans were like music to his ears and as he finally pushed you past the precipice, he realized that maybe not getting it on for a few weeks was worth it in the end.

When you came, you came hard. You cried out his name like it was the only thing you could remember. Waves of heat spread throughout your body as you shook, quelled only by his tight grasp on your thigh. You’d forgotten you were even trying to hold your noises back, no longer caring if his neighbors – or his roommate – heard you.

Jongseob came only seconds after, barely pulling out before he came on your cunt. He forced himself to look away or else the sight of your clit twitching and covered in his cum would have him going in for round 2 before either of you were ready. He pressed his forehead to yours again, capturing you in a kiss as he finished before collapsing on top of you. You were both completely spent, trying to catch your breaths. 

“That was…” You started but your voice faded.

“Intense,” he gulped. “You were incredible.”

“I didn’t expect it to be that–” You paused, hearing a door crack open. Shota walked out, pink hair messy and dented from his headphones. He was heading towards the bathroom which, thankfully, wasn’t too far from his room, but as he grabbed the handle, he paused. He turned towards you and Jongseob, making direct eye contact with his roommate.

“You guys are really loud.”

“Oh fuck, I thought you–”

“It’s fine,” he giggled, almost playfully. “I don’t mind. Just thought you should know.”

As he turned to leave the room, you swore you caught the faintest bulge in his pants. Jongseob’s eyes followed him and when he met yours, it was clear that you hadn’t been the only one to see it. 

“Hey, babe…”

You missed your boyfriend.

Typically you weren’t the needy type, you could go a few days without seeing each other. He has a busy schedule and you knew that. But tonight the throbbing between your thighs wouldn’t go away.

You: Seob, where are you

Seob: Hey baby, just eating dinner with the guys what’s up

You: I just miss you

You: Need you

You’re sure Jongseob understood what you meant.

Seob: Awh my baby misses me huh?

Your cunt throbbed with need, You desired nothing more than your boyfriend being here with you right now, his hands on your body as you cried in pleasure.

Seob: After dinner I need to stop by the studio

Seob: Then I’ll be there, ok?

No, that wasn’t ok. That was way too long and you needed him now. And you were going to show him just how badly. Propping your phone up on your desk you lifted up your shirt. Your nipples hardened the moment the air hit them.

Running your fingers over your hardened nipples, a shiver went down your spine. The simplest touch made the throbbing between your thighs worsen.

Palming your breasts you spoke to the camera. “Seob, mph, need you so bad.”

Your body was on fire and your skin prickled. “Wish you were here, ngh, fucking me.” Your pussy wept, soaking your panties as your mind ran wild. You continued to play with yourself on camera, palming, squeezing and pinching for a little longer before pressing send.

You awaited your boyfriend’s response.

The message read “seen” at the bottom of it. Then the dots indicating he was typing appearing. Then they disappeared.

You were getting impatient.

Finally a message popped up.

Seob: Needy girl

Seob: I had to run to the bathroom so the guys wouldn’t see

Seob: You’re so pretty

Seob: So fucking desperate

You: Need you

You: Please

Your message read, “seen.”

Time passed and you continued to become more desperate. You laid on your back, one hand down your panties while the other continued to tweak and play with your breast. You didn’t expect your bedroom door to slam open.

“You just couldn’t wait, could you?” A fiery Jongseob stood in your door way.

Approaching you, his eyes scanned your body up and down. Your skin prickled at his gaze.

He climbed ontop of you and in one swift motion removed his shirt. His hands reached down and began to unbuckle his belt.