Daddy Dearest

daddy dearest

pairing : dilf!jeonghan x collegestudent!reader

content : smut (mdni or else!!)

in which : meeting the father of your project partner and new friend didn’t go how you planned, but hey, you’re not complaining

warnings : age gap (jeonghan is in his early 40s, reader is in their early 20s), reader has female anatomy, cursing, dom/sub dynamics, (kinda? i think?) begging, oral (jh giving), teasing, (dirty talk, praise, degradation) pet names (jeonghan calls reader princess, baby, slut, good girl/reader calls jeonghan sir, mr. yoon), unprotected sex (wrap it before u tap)

wc : 4.6k words

note : omg my first fic on here

part 2

You trudged into your last class of the day, completely exhausted and overwhelmed. The week has been full of nothing but exams, presentations, and essays. Midterms were even worse in college than they were than when you were in high school. Just thinking about it makes you wish you could go back to writing essays that were five-hundred words instead of five pages.

All you wanted to do was get through this class with a simple task, or, maybe if you were lucky, just a lecture along with some note taking. After all, for the past week your professor hasn’t made you write pages upon pages or cram weeks worth of information into your head for a test that he could spring on you at any day.

Unfortunately, luck has never been your best friend.

Your professor beckoned you to his desk where he was organizing various stacks of papers. “Good afternoon [Y/n]. Ah, here, take one of these.” He said, handing you a—somewhat thick—packet. You looked down and flipped through it, slightly dumbfounded with the amount of pages it contained.

“Uh, sir, what is this?” You asked. He chuckled a little and shook his head.

“Your midterm project. The packet contains all the details, now as for your partner…” The man scanned the still somewhat empty lecture hall before his eyes landed on someone sitting in the back. “Ah! You’ll be with the girl back there.”

You turned around, looking to the back to try and find the “girl back there” he was mentioning. Your eyes landed on a girl who you don’t think you be ever seen or talked to before with her attention completely focused on her laptop as she rapidly typed away at her keyboard.

“Um, okay, thanks,” You mumbled to your professor before making your way to the back of the hall and towards your partner. Now that you were close enough, you actually managed to recognize her.

Iseul was always a bit quiet. She always sat in the back of the lecture hall, always typing away on her laptop. She always wore clothes that fit loosely on her and kept her hair in a bun or a ponytail, which would have gotten old if the styles didn’t work so well to show off her gorgeous cheekbones. You wondered who her parents were, because damn those genes had to be strong. When you thought about yourself, the two of you were pretty much complete opposites. You got sat close to the front and talked to anyone that would bother to listen. You dressed up every day and spent careful time on your hair, and wow, you were really getting jealous of those cheekbones.

“Hi,” You greeted her with a friendly smile. “You’re Iseul, right? I’m [Y/n]. We’re supposed to be partners for this project.”

Iseul looked up at you, a faint smile on her face as she nodded. “Uh, yeah. Hi. Oh, sorry, please sit,” she grabbed her bag from the chair next to her and placed it on the ground. You sat down next to her, placing your bag down on the ground in front of you.

“So, have you looked over the project yet? Is it a lot? Please say no…” You asked her, mumbling the last part. By now, she had turned her attention back to her laptop, but she laughed when you asked that. If you were being honest, you didn’t think you could bring yourself to flip through all those pages without breaking down in tears.

“It isn’t too much. Just a powerpoint and a short essay to go along with it. I don’t think it should take too long…” Iseul trailed off, preoccupied with flipping through the packet and typing.

To your surprise, you got along with Iseul better than you thought. She seemed enthusiastic to hear your ideas and responded earnestly, the two of you bouncing your ideas off of each other until you finally came up with something you both agreed on. While she got started on the written portion, you had taken decided on doing the powerpoint. You got along with her so well that when class had ended, you couldn’t stop a pout from forming on your lips.

“Is something wrong?” Iseul asked, a slight look of worry showing on her face. “Is there a problem with the project? Should we revise?”

“No, everything’s fine. I just…” Still pounting, you reached into your bag and pulled out your phone. “I need your number. So that we can keep up with the project and…‘cause we should be friends.”

And in an instant, Iseul’s face brightened, and she nodded. She typed her phone number into your phone and smiled at you. “I’ll..um, text you later. About the project, okay?”

You smiled back, picking up your bag and walking to the door before the two of you went your separate ways. As much as you had enjoyed Iseul and her company today in class, you really couldn’t wait to get back to your dorm to shower and get a little rest before the weekend. Oh, you couldn’t wait for the weekend

Right. You wouldn’t have time to even enjoy it because you would be working on that stupid project. Damn your professor.

The weekend went by in a flash, much to your disappointment, and the last thing you wanted was to return to your classes. Of course, the project for your early childhood development class—which was the class your project was due in—wasnt due until next week, but you had still been dreading it. However, when you got there, you were greeted with an empty classroom.

Confused, you called Iseul, who picked up on the second ring.

“Hey, Iseul, where is everyone? Why’s the class empty?”

“Oh, didn’t you read the email? He said he won’t be there for a while. Something about the stomach flu, and blah blah blah, a bunch of other personal stuff.”

You smiled. Karma was real.

“By the way,” She continued. “I’m staying at my dad’s house this week. Do you think you could come here so we can work on the project today? I’ll send you the address.”

“Sure. I’ll be there soon.”

Iseul was outside before you could even exit your Uber, still in her pajamas and with her hair down instead of up. Now that you were seeing it like this, you were surprised with just how long it was. She greeted you at the door with a smile and led you inside.

You couldn’t stop your mouth from falling open as you took in your surroundings. “Woah, Iseul, you live here? What’s the deal, are your parents like…”

“Parents?” She asked. “No, no, it’s just my dad. And he’s a model, he has been since he was younger.”

This caught your interest.

“Who’s your dad?”

Iseul brought her hand to her mouth, nervously biting on one of her fingernails. “Well, he’s—”

In that moment, one of the doors opened to reveal possibly the most gorgeous man you think you’ve ever seen. He was taller than both you and Iseul, but there was a bigger gap between the two of you as opposed to him and Iseul. His hair cascaded down the sides of his face and down his neck. And he had the same gorgeous cheekbones as Iseul.

So this was where she got it from. Iseul was Yoon Jeonghan’s daughter.

“Ah..hey dad.” Iseul said, pulling her hand away from her mouth. “Oh, this is [Y/n], from school. She’s my partner for that project I was talking about.”

The man nodded at Iseul, shifting his gaze from her over to you. His gaze felt so intense, you couldn’t help but squirm as his eyes looked over you, taking you in.

“Hello Mr. Yoon.” You greeted him with a smile and a short bow, silently wishing he would take his eyes off of you because it was making you more nervous than you would’ve liked. He nodded slowly, looking you over one more time before turning down the hall and disappearing deeper into the house. Iseul grabbed your hand and dragged you to her room.

“Sorry about that, I was about to tell you, but he’s got this habit of just…appearing, so…” Iseul’s apology came out quickly and a bit hushed as she threw herself onto her bed. She sighed. “I should’ve told you earlier.”

“Don’t apologize, it’s really fine.” Iseul was relieved that you didn’t seem as shaken as she thought you would’ve been. With a nod, she smiled at you and patted the space on the bed next to her.

“Okay, we should get to work, we’re almost done with the project.”

With much reluctance, you settled onto the bed next to her and opened your laptop. Iseul may have been your friend, but you wanted nothing more than a break from this project. After this, you never wanted to hear or see the word project ever again.

God, you weren’t sure which you hated more, this project (honestly though, you really did hate this project) or your brain.

As much as you wanted to focus and finish as quickly as you could, you just kept getting distracted with thoughts of Jeonghan. It’s not like you wanted to keep thinking of him, especially when you were just meeting him for the first time, but he was just so much more breathtaking in person than you could have imagined. Those magazines did not do him justice. You got hot just thinking about it—about him.

You couldn’t take it any more. “Iseul, um…where’s the kitchen? I really need some water.”

“Oh, uh,” Iseul sat up, climbing out of the bed and walking to the door, “Right down the hall and then it’s through the first door on the left.”

“Thanks.” You smile before practically running out of her room to the kitchen. With a somewhat shaky hand, you pulled open the fridge and grabbed the closest bottled water before shutting the fridge, turning to leave when you froze.

Jeonghan was standing in front of you. And this time, he was closer. Much closer.

Slightly surprised, you took a step backwards. Jeonghan tilted his head to the side and mirrored your actions, taking one step closer. This continued for a short bit with him coming one step closer for every one step you took backwards until he had you backed up against the counter, caging you in place with both arms by your side on the countertop.

“Ah…Hi again, Mr. Yoon.” You said, feeling nervous all over again with how close he was.

“Mmm…you’re just making yourself right at home, aren’t you?” Jeonghan asked. “Taking from my fridge without even asking…”

Your eyes widened, worried you had upset him. “I’m sorry sir, I asked Iseul first, really I would never!”

Jeonghan smirked and shook his head. “Relax baby, I’m only kidding. You can get as comfortable as you want here.” He mumbled, one of his hands moving from the counter to rest on your hip.

You tried to back away, right now you wish that was an option, but between the counter keeping you from moving backwards and Jeonghan’s hand on you, it was a little hard to go anywhere. “Mr. Yoon, what are you doing..?”

“Just…looking. Why, should I stop?”

With every word he spoke Jeonghan inched his face closer and closer to yours until you were only inches apart. His eyes wandered down from your eyes to your lips. You were hoping he wouldn’t lick them, but of course he did.

God, this man would be the death of you.

You turned your head to the side, too shy to meet his gaze. “Sorry sir, I don’t know if…” Your words got lost in your throat as Jeonghan placed his hand under your chin and turned your head back to look at him.

“Now now princess, anything you have to say you can say it to my face.” He said as he ran his thumb across your bottom lip. “God, I really want to kiss you baby. Can I?”

You bit your lip and nodded every so slightly, feeling your heart betray you as it started to beat so fast and loud you would be surprised if it didn’t burst out of your chest right now. You looked down at his lips like he did to you just moments ago before. “Yes, please,” you mumbled. “kiss me.”

That was all it took before Jeonghan closed the last bit of distance between you two, attaching his lips to yours. Your eyes fluttered shut as you brought your hands away from your sides to tangle them into his soft black hair. Jeonghan lightly but your bottom lip, causing you to let out a moan which allowed him to slip his tongue into your mouth. His hand that was on your hip traveled up to hold your waist, while his other hand rested on the nape of your neck to pull you impossibly closer. It all felt so unreal, so intense, it made your head spin and your underwear slick.

Jeonghan pulled away and looked down at you with a faint smile. You looked up at him, still breathless and panting.

“Iseul will probably be getting worried about you by now, huh princess?” He asked, stepping away from you. “You shouldn’t keep her waiting. She tends to worry, you know.” You nodded, still a bit dazed from the kiss and started to walk away, but Jeonghan tugged your hand to stop you, slipping the bottle of water back into your hand with a wink and slipped out of the kitchen and once again disappeared into the house.

By Monday evening, you had said your goodbyes to Iseul (unsure of where her father had went inside that giant house of theirs) and hauled ass back to your dorm to try and get said father off of your mind—it didn’t work. Needless to say, you ended the night with your fingers buried in your pussy with the image of Jeonghan replaying over and over in your mind, you chanting his name like it would bring him out of your fantasies and have him ravage you right here in your dorm room.

By Wednesday morning, you had almost completed your part of the project. Iseul had been finished by Monday night and offered to help, but you insisted on doing it yourself. The more you thought about it though, you were starting to think you should have accepted it.

“You can come over again if you want. I won’t be there until later in the afternoon, but my dad will be there..if that’s okay with you. Once I get there I can help you finish the project.” Iseul said while you two were on the phone.

At her home? Alone? With Jeonghan? No way. Not when he made your heart race and your cunt throb. Not when he had your head spinning after one kiss. Absolutely not. Not happening. Never.

“Yeah, that’s fine. I’ll text you when I get there.”

The Uber ride back to the Yoon house had you clenching your thighs together, recalling the events from Monday. You weren’t sure you could trust yourself to be alone with Jeonghan, but you were hoping you could settle into Iseul’s room and avoid him until she came home and then leave undetected.

You slipped out of the car and into the house with the spare key Iseul had given you and hurrying down the maze of halls and doors to Iseul’s room.

Or what you thought was Iseul’s room.

“Seulie? You’re back early, were your classes cancelled?” Jeonghan asked as he stood over the wide wooden desk in front of him. When he received no response from who he thought was his daughter, he turned around to face you.

“Oh! I’m so sorry sir, I thought this was Iseul’s room. I’ll leave, please forgive me.” Your blurted out as you tried to turn around and leave, but Jeonghan had gently tugged you back by your arm.

“Oh baby, why are you in such a hurry? It’s almost like you don’t want to see me.” He gave you a half-hearted pout. “Don’t you think that hurts my feelings a little bit?”

The look in his eyes and the pout on his face had you melting into his touch and feeling bad. “I’m sorry, Mr. Yoon. That’s not what I wanted to do at all.”

Jeonghan cooed at you and nodded softly, spinning you around and slowly walking you backwards until he had you pressed up against his desk.

You were starting to think he liked seeing you pressed up against random surfaces.

“So pretty, aren’t you baby?” He mumbled, leaning closer and trailing kisses down your jaw and your neck which had you moaning and whining as you reached up to hold onto his shoulders. “Truth be told, I haven’t been able to stop thinking of you since Iseul brought you over on Monday.”

You moaned softly. “Neither have I.”

Jeonghan let out a satisfied hum, rubbing his hands up and down your sides before he slipped them under your shirt and pulled it up over your chest and revealing your lacy white bra. He groaned at the sight and pushed his body closer to yours, bringing his hands to your chest to trace over the details.

“Wow, I didn’t realize my princess was such a little slut.” He said as he reattached his lips to your neck, peppering a few lingering kisses before bringing one of his hands behind your back to unhook your bra. “And who did you wear that for, exactly? Hmm?”

Truth be told, you hadn’t worn it for anyone—especially since you didn’t even plan on being in this situation to begin with—but if you knew how to do anything it was flatter people, so you decided to go with that approach.

“I wore it for you, Mr. Yoon.” You said, looking up at him and batting tour eyelashes. The action had Jeonghan swearing under his breath. He reached forward and patted the desk behind you.

“Lie back, princess.” He instructed. You did so instantly and Jeonghan chuckled at your obedience as he lowered himself to his knees in front of you. and pressed a chaste kiss to your thigh. When you tensed, he pulled himself back. “Relax, I promise I’ll go easy on you. For now.”

Without even giving you the chance to respond, Jeonghan tugged your shorts down, stopping to admire the white panties that matched your bra and the wetness that stained them. He gazed up at you with a smirk before pulling them down as well, relishing in the image of your soaking wet pussy on display for him. “Just as pretty as the rest of you, princess.”

A little embarrassed, you looked away from him and tried to shut your legs, but Jeonghan seemed displeased by that. He forced them open wider with ease and gave you a disapproving look.

“That won’t do. If I’m going to do this, you’ll have to be a good girl for me, understand?” When you nodded, Jeonghan shook his head “Use your words.”

“I understand, sir.”

The corners of his lips turned upwards as he brought his face to your core, kissing and licking gently while his hands soothingly ran his hands up and down the sides of your thighs, relishing in the way you moaned and whimpered and, occasionally, tugged on his hair.

“Oh, shit,” You cried when you felt Jeonghan slip a finger inside you, curling it upwards and hitting that one spot inside you over and over again. “feels so good, sir, please don’t stop.”

The man hummed against your skin, the vibrations making you moan louder than you would’ve liked if you weren’t so close already, and with him adding another finger inside you and sucking on your clit, there was little holding you back.

“Aww, is my princess about to cum?” Jeonghan asked, even though by the way your cunt pulsed around his fingers, you got the sense he wasn’t being sincere. When you nodded, he pressed one last kiss to your clit and pulled himself away from your core.

You whined. “Why..why’d you stop?”

“Believe me princess, I was enjoying myself too,” He muttered, bringing the fingers that were just inside you to his mouth and licking the remnants of your arousal off of them. “But I really don’t want you to cum unless it’s on my cock.” You exhaled shakily, reaching down to feel how hard he had gotten already. He moaned softly, quietly, so faint you wouldn’t have even heard it if you weren’t listening. If he really wanted, he would be fine to continue like this, maybe even get himself off rubbing against your hand, but there was nothing more he wanted right now than to bury himself inside of you.

A gentle push send you back into the once cool surface of his desk, now warm with your body heat and slightly damp with your sweat. Jeonghan wasted no time in ridding himself of his clothes, sliding a hand under one of your thighs and pulling you closer. His other hand held onto his cock, pumping himself a little as he rubbed it against your slick to coat himself with your wetness before he slowly started to push himself inside of you.

“Fuck, princess,” Jeonghan hissed once he finally bottomed out, feeling your insides squeezing his cock. “you can’t clench like that unless you want me to cum before I’ve even started moving.” He said, leaning down to your face and kissing the corner of your lips. He tried to pull away, but you wrapped your arms around his neck and pulled him back down.

“Whenever you’re ready.”

His sudden gentleness shocked you, almost forgetting what position you were even in, but the need for him to start moving took over and you were right back in the moment. “I’m ready.”

His hands held your hips tightly as he pulled himself almost all the way out of you before thrusting back in, knocking some of the air right out of your lungs.

“So tight for me, aren’t you baby?” He groaned and buried his face into your neck. You nodded, albeit you hadn’t really been meaning to, you just couldn’t help your responses when the way he was fucking you felt so good.

“Harder, please. I need it. I need you, Jeonghan.”

Hearing you moan out his name stirred something in Jeonghan, something that had him snapping his hips harder and faster into you. Something that had him burying his face into your chest and sucking marks into your chest that you were certain wouldn’t fade for days. Something that had him bringing his mouth to your ear to whisper more of the filthy things you didn’t know he was capable of saying.

“Jeonghan? All it takes is me fucking you for you to lose all sense of respect, huh baby?” He asked, his breath becoming ragged and uneven as he continued to thrust into you with all his strength. “I thought you were my good girl, but I guess I was right before. Maybe you are just a little slut.”

“I am good!” You cried out, arching your back when Jeonghan continuously hit that spongy part inside of you. “I’m sorry sir, I’ll be good, I promise!”

Jeonghan chuckled, easing up on you a little bit but still continuing to fuck you with the pace he had already set. “Is that so? Does that mean you’ll do what I say? Will you be my good girl?”

“Yes, yes, anything you want sir!”

“That’s it baby,” He whispered with a tenderness that contrasted the way his cock was abusing your insides. “Be a good girl for me. Take my cock like a good girl.”

Shit, you weren’t gonna last much longer at this rate.

“Mr. Yoon, I’m gonna cum soon, please please please let me cum—” Jeonghan shushed your babbling by pressing his lips to yours, swallowing each whine and moan. While you were distracted with that, he trailed his fingers down your body all the way to your clit and rubbed it in fast, tight circles.

“Go ahead baby, cum whenever you want.”

That was all it took for the coil in your abdomen to finally snap, sending you spiraling over the edge. Jeonghan continued to thrust into you, though they started to falter as he got closer and closer to his own release.

“S-Shit, where do you—ah—want me, princess?”

“Inside me, please, sir.” You moaned. “I wanna feel you..need to feel you.”

With one final thrust, Jeonghan let out a final strong of curses before his hips stilled and he emptied himself inside you, painting your insides white. He hovered over you as the two of you caught your breath, eyes shut tight and lips slightly parted. After a few minutes like that, Jeonghan pulled out of you and mumbled for you to stay put there, fishing out his boxers and pants from the pile of clothes on the floor and pulling them on before slipping out of the room.

You sat up on the desk, allowing yourself to fully take in everything that had just happened. Did you seriously just let the father of your new friend fuck you? And enjoy it?

Yes, yes you did.

Jeonghan was back a few minutes later with a damp towel and a bottle of water. You eagerly took the water, drinking half of the bottle without a single break while Jeonghan wiped away the cum from between your legs and the sweat from your back along with the desk.

“I hope I wasn’t too hard on you.” Jeonghan spoke, picking your clothes off of the floor and handing them back to you. You smiled, slipping them back on and smoothing them out as much as you could.

“No no, it’s really fine.” You insisted. “It felt good.”

“Did it now? Should we go again?”

Jeonghan looked at you with a newfound hunger in his eyes that made you feel like you were in the kitchen pressed up against the counter all over again. You bit your lip and nodded, pulling him closer for a kiss, but at the sound of the door unlocking and opening you immediately jumped up and pushed him away.

“Dad, I’m home.” Iseul called out from somewhere further away in the house. You heard her footsteps coming, but you still jumped when the door to the room opened and Iseul stood there in the doorway, looking between the two of you.

“Oh, you were in here. I was wondering why you weren’t in my room.” She said, appearing completely oblivious to the situation that had just occurred in this room.

“Oh, yeah,” You laughed a bit fakely, taking a quick glance at Jeonghan before walking over to Iseul. “I got lost again.”

“Yeah, I get it. I still get lost sometimes too.” Iseul smiled apologetically, waving at Jeonghan before leading you out of the room. “So, did you finish the project? Or do you still need my help on those last few slides?”

As Iseul started to lead you out of the room, you couldn’t help but look back at Jeonghan one last time. He smiled at you, whispering something you almost didn’t hear before Iseul dragged you away.

“I’ll be waiting for you, princess.”

You smiled. Maybe this project hadn’t been so bad after all. Fingers crossed your professor would partner you with Iseul for the finals, too.

How many times does it take to get smarter? Y.JH

Summary: 

Jeonghan and you start a fwb relationship after years of being best friends. He only has two rules: no feelings and no kissing. Who’s going to break the rules first?

Wordcount: around 6.3k

Warnings: unprotected sex, vaginal penetration, oral sex (f. receiving), fingering, bossy Jeonghan

Requested: Yes, here

P.S - Italic is for thoughts mainly from Y/N’s perspective and quotes. Bold is for text messages and/or calls between characters

As you sit on your couch on your day off and stare at the message in your phone, you ask yourself: How did this all start anyway? How are you sitting here, sexting your best friend in the middle of the afternoon and absolutely loving it? Well, for most of your shared friends, ‘this was bound to happen sooner or later’ as they so lovingly put it but, for both you and Jeonghan (the one on the receiving end of the sexting) this was never supposed to happen and it can end just as abruptly as it started.

You don’t remember exactly who leaned in and started all of this but you do remember the conversation after your boundaries as best friends had been completely crossed. While still naked and tangled, Jeonghan immediately stated he would like to continue doing this with you on a friends with benefits basis only, and if you agreed, he had only two main rules for this whole thing. 

First rule was a pretty cliché one: no feelings. You remember laughing at this when it first said it and teasing him for such a cliché move.

“It’s cliché for a reason, love. It happens more than it should” you remember how serious he sounded.

Second rule was an unbelievable one and it made you laugh even harder than the previous: no kissing. Now it makes sense why he did not kiss you at all during that first time you were together even though you were very (VERY) interested in doing so.

“Hannie, are you being serious? Who am I? The mistress you can’t kiss because if you do, it’s considered cheating on the non-existing housewife waiting for you at home?” you really couldn’t stop laughing.

“Kissing is reserved for people I want a serious relationship with and see myself being with in the long run” he said, even more serious this time around.

You stopped laughing immediately and… It hurt. That comment stung. Looking back on it, you realize this may have been a sign that you should not say yes to his proposition. That there was only one way this ‘agreement’ was going to end: badly. WIth you in tears. 

But you ignored that initial sting and pain. You ignored that initial sign from your brain and heart and said yes.

Jeonghan let you know there were essentially no other rules. You could call and/or text whenever you needed him and wanted to have him and he would do the same. Your friendship would remain the same, still having your weekly dinner and movie/show and, whenever either of you wanted to end this, for whatever reason, it would immediately end. One thing he kept saying was “No matter what, no matter how this ends, I still want you in my life, love. You are one of the most important people in my life, and that will never change”.

You nodded silently. But of course he would not let you get away with just nodding. He takes out his most powerful weapon against you. His pinkie. He wanted you to pinkie promise that your friendship would remain the same after you were done fucking each other casually. You remember how much a pinkie promise means to Jeonghan. The words ‘It can never be broken’ pop up in your mind and you hesitate. 

This was sign two. You got two signs from yourself during that same initial conversation with him to stop this before you both ruined what you have built together over the years.

Yet… You did it. You lifted your pinkie and you made that promise to each other. Why did it suddenly feel like you wouldn’t be able to hold up the end of your promise when the time came? ‘We’ll cross that bridge when we come to it’ you had told yourself.

After that first time, you didn’t speak to each other for two weeks. The only messages exchanged between the two of you were the ones he sent to cancel your weekly meetings. You thought this was very strange. In all the years you have known each other and started this weekly tradition, he missed one, maybe two in all that time. This was unlike the Jeonghan you knew and you started to wonder if the gravity of the situation had finally caught up with him. 

You have always had the tendency to overthink things. And a tendency to: ‘hurt yourself with your own imagination’ as Jeonghan lovingly put it. So you told yourself that maybe he was just busy with work or… Well… Maybe another fuck-buddy or one-night stand. That’s the thing about him, he rarely dates anyone seriously. However, fuck-buddies and one-night stands are something he revels in more than most. 

You never thought about it much. Always just figured he has high standards for who he dates and just wants to keep the loneliness at bay by having these agreements with different women. 

Now that you were one of these women, you wanted to know if this would be an exclusive fuck-buddy relationship. For health purposes, obviously. Not because you are a very jealous person who does not like sharing, of course. God, you hoped he was just busy with work and not with someone else. If he had been with someone else, did this mean you hadn’t been good enough? That whatever happened between the two of you didn’t satisfy him? That would be a depressing revelation since you were left extremely satisfied after your first time with Jeonghan.

As you sit on the edge of your bed, overthinking everything about the last time you and him were face-to-face, your phone starts to ring next to you and of course, it’s the man himself: Yoon Jeonghan.

“You home?” he states plainly.

“Well, hello to you too, Mr. Yoon. How have you been? Good! Me? Been good too, busy with work but you know-”

“Stop the games, Y/N. I’m not in the mood. You home or do I have to call someone else?” he said as he rudely interrupted your very passive aggressive answer.

“I’m home” you answered and swallowed thickly.

“Good. Be there in 30. Be ready” he said in a very low voice and proceeded to hang up on you.

Shit, that was new, you thought. You were not quite sure what to make of that but you remembered the time that you accidentally heard the boys talk about how Jeonghan was less than vanilla with most people he slept with and then you started feeling oh so excited for him to arrive.

Those 30 minutes went by so unbearably slow. You remember it as if it was yesterday. You spent those 30 minutes getting ready for him. You showered, used your strawberry lotion that he loved so much and put on the tiniest, filthiest lingerie piece you had on. You then started to overthink again. Just because he had called like that, it didn’t mean he would want you. Were you being presumptuous? ‘Better put a robe on, just in case I’m extremely wrong’ you thought and you went to your closet to find the baby blue silk robe you loved so much.

He rang your doorbell right on time which was very on brand for the Jeonghan you have known for so long. You were a bit shaky walking to the door but you kept telling yourself ‘It’s just your friend, Jeonghan. Just your friend. Nothing to be shaking for. Your heart has no business beating this hard and fast for him’.

You opened the door and he immediately walked past you into your living room. He started taking off his jacket and shoes. 

“What are you standing there for? Go to the bedroom, take your clothes off and wait for me on the bed” he stated while staring you up and down and realizing you had a much too short robe on you.

“Excuse me?” you defied him. Of course you did. You had always done that as his friend and that was not about to change just because you two had found yourselves in that position at that moment in time.

“Talk back to me again and I’ll leave right now and find myself someone with less of a fucking smart mouth” he said while he looked feral and very ready to be true to his previous words.

You had not answered him. Instead, you went to the bedroom, took off your robe and waited for him on the bed as he had told you. While there, you heard him moving around in the bathroom and started to realize you were probably in for a wild ride that evening.

He walked into the bedroom and when he first looked at you, he stopped and just stared. He was breathing heavily and licking his lips.

“For someone who likes to talk back to me so much, you sure were ready to be fucked tonight weren’t you, love?” he said and you gulped.

“Better safe than sorry. I like being prepared”

“Hmm… Good girl” he responded and you almost melted into your mattress right then and there. 

“Are you going to do something or just stare at me all night, Hannie?”

“Let me be clear since you don’t seem to know your place. I make the rules here, not you. I move when I want to. I do what I want to. And you will be a good girl and take everything I give you, when I give you. Do you understand?” he asked and you audibly scoffed at him.

He squinted his eyes at you and cracked his neck. You got scared he was going to walk out and in that moment you deeply hated your mouth for always being so fucking honest.

“One more scoff or mouthy comeback and I’m walking out of here. That’s a fucking promise. Now, are you going to be a good girl and know your place from now on or do I need to leave and end this fucking deal?” 

“Stay. I’ll be good…” you answered in a barely audible voice.

“You’ll have to speak louder, love. Don’t be embarrassed. It’s just me. Your Hannie, yeah? You trust me, right?”

“Of course I do. This is just… Very new. Maybe… Be a bit patient with me if I screw up, yeah?” you asked him in what you considered to be your most innocent look.

“You’re right. I’m sorry. I’ll be more patient. Just had a very shitty day” he said while he walked closer to you.

“Let me make it better, Hannie” you said while you started to unbuckle his belt and undo his zipper. He looked down at you and held your face with both hands.

“You look so fucking gorgeous in that tiny fucking thing, love. You know that, hmm?” he said while he held your face.

“Thank you, Hannie…” you answered shyly while you continued to take his pants and underwear off.

Once his bottom half was fully displayed to you, you started to stroke his cock while you both stared at each other. It started to leak with pre-cum and you took advantage of that to stroke harder and faster.

“You gonna put this cock in your mouth or just stroke it like we’re teenagers hiding from our parents, baby?” he said breathily. And, for a split second your mind started to think about that pet name. Baby. He had never called any of his flings by that pet name. Well, at least not in front of you but you rationalized that behind closed doors he probably had done it before. You were not different nor special.

You chose not to answer him. You just pushed him a bit away from you, you moved from the bed to the floor, on your knees and dove in.

You had never really enjoyed sucking dick. It had always been something you do for your partner but it never had any effect on you. Until this man, that is. At that moment, you were desperate. You wanted to suck the life out of him through his dick. You were going to make sure he would never forget the kind of head you gave him. 

You were sloppy and loud. Spit was running down your chin and you had started easing up into fitting his whole cock in your mouth (and throat). It had been a long while since you had had a cock this big and since you deep throated. When you had finally managed to fully swallow all of him, he pulled you back with a groan. He was panting hard when he pulled you up to your feet by one of your hands and by your hair.

“You’re so greedy. You need to be taught some manners” he said as he backed you up until you reached your bed.

He took off the last pieces of clothing he had on and pushed you down on the bed. You moved up on the bed with him as he started to settle between your legs.

“Look at you. So fucking sloppy…” he said while he spread the remaining spit on your chin all over your face.

“Hmm… Just the way I like it though…” he continued praising you.

He started touching you. Started by slowly running his hand from your neck down to your hip bone while he stared at you. This had been very different from the first time you two had been together. The first time had been rushed. No suspense, mostly no foreplay. Straight to the point. This time, it seemed he was wanting to take his time and was in no mood to rush anything.

Fuck, you wanted to kiss him. Bad. You had to keep reminding yourself ‘No kissing. Don’t kiss him. Don’t lean in. Don’t you dare ruin this’. You decided to start touching him, to try and prevent your urges from coming through and breaking one of his rules.

You started to run your fingers through his hair and use your nails on his scalp, just the way he had always loved it. You then moved your other hand down his chest and lightly scratched his chest in the process. He hissed and slapped your thigh.

“No scratching and no marks, baby” he said while he started to kiss down your neck.

“Are those new rules, Hannie?” you asked as you started to get more and more breathless. 

“In a sense, yes. They apply for me but not for you. No marking me but I can mark you however I see fit. Understood?” 

“Unfair…” you stated as you began to pout at him.

“No pouting. These are my rules. Not too late to back out, love” he said while then moving his hand to your back to undo your bra. 

All you could do was moan. Something flashed in your mind ‘Not too late to back out’. You quickly put that idea out of your mind. You didn’t want to back out. You had wanted this and you were going to continue with this deal.

That was the third real sign. Just a quick flash. A brief warning from your heart most likely. But again, you ignored it.

“I need an answer, love. Is this too much for you?” he asked and stopped moving to look into your eyes while he waited for your answer.

“No, it’s fine. Just… I might forget them in the heat of the moment, so I’ll need your help enforcing the rules” you answered and he laughed, almost mocking you.

“Don’t worry, love. I definitely won’t forget them. I’ll stop you if it gets to that” he said and then continued to take off your bra. 

With the bra out of the way, he started to kiss and leave hickies all over your chest. Wherever his mouth wasn’t, his hands were. You felt so surrounded, so engulfed. You were getting louder by the second and you knew he was enjoying it. He kept humming when you got particularly loud and continued to abuse that specific spot until a full mark had begun to form. 

Once he was satisfied with his work, he leaned back on his heels between your legs and stared at you while running his hands through your legs. 

“You look even better with my marks all over you, baby” he said and he noticed you started to get a bit red and shy and refused to look him in the eye. He tapped your thigh twice and you looked at him (finally). He then smiled at you, leaned over and completely cupped your pussy with his hand. You started to pant almost instantly.

“Shit, baby. You’re already so fucking wet. You were trying to give me shit on marking you but look at this fucking mess you’re making” he said as he started to run his fingers through the wet patch in your (now) soaked panties.

“Hannie…” you moaned as he kept stroking you ever so lightly.

“Hmm… You sound so pretty, baby” he whispered in your ear.

He then began to slide your panties off. He was being so slow, so meticulous. You didn’t know how much longer you could wait for him to touch you. You also knew that if you had started to protest, he would have probably given you an even more difficult time. 

He finally leaned in. Head between your legs, he began to blow air on your now swollen and begging to be touched clit while he held your pussy lips open with one hand. You hummed and instinctively moved your hips close to his mouth. You immediately thought you had fucked up.

The look you had in your eyes must have shown that fear because next thing you know Jeonghan is laughing at you. 

“I’ll let that one slide since I feel generous at the moment” he said and before you could have thanked him, he dove in and latched his mouth to your pussy. He grabbed your thighs with both hands and started to eat you out desperately. If you thought you had been sloppy when sucking his dick, he was even sloppier while eating you out. He was making out with your pussy like his life depended on it. Your moans had started to get louder, especially anytime he sucked and rolled your clit on his tongue. 

He kept humming and moaning along with you until he finally decided to insert one finger into your pussy. He had not kept that finger alone for too long and decided to join a second finger into your wet pussy. With two fingers and with how wet you were, the noises echoing through your bedroom were indecent, filthy. And you began to get closer and closer to the edge and it was when he moved his other hand to your tit and began to grab and massage it that you were pushed over the edge with a cry and moan of his name.

He moved back up your body and started to kiss your cheeks and neck softly while you were coming down from your high. 

“You were so fucking good for me, baby. So good… Let me know when you’re ready” he said while you tried to calm your breathing down.

“Fuck… I’m ready… Please, Hannie… Don’t make me wait anymore…” you moaned in desperation.

He started to move his cock up and down your folds and as he was about to get inside of you, you stopped him.

“Condom? Tell me you brought one, please” you said while you looked in his eyes.

“I thought since we started this deal, we wouldn’t need it anymore. I know you’re on birth control”

“I mean… As long as you’re not fucking anyone else while you’re fucking me… I guess we can. But if you plan to have more fuck-buddies or one-night stands or whatever you want to call them, then no. We will need a condom” you said very seriously. You wanted him to understand that it was your turn to set up at least this one rule for yourself.

He looked at you with a strange expression. Almost disappointed that you even thought about him fucking other people when just two weeks before, he had proposed this deal to you.

“Of course I’m not fucking anyone else. You know I don’t have multiple fuck-buddies at the same time. Definitely not now, when I have this deal with you, love” he said and he inched closer to your face. You held your breath. ‘Is he gonna kiss me?’ you asked yourself. He rubbed his nose in yours and asked:

“So… Condom? No condom? Your call, love” and he continued rubbing his cock in your folds.

“No condom. Just get inside me. Now”

“Bossy” he smirked and finally (finally) got inside you. You both sighed and cursed under your breath when he bottomed out which made you both giggle.

He licked his lips, leaned back and placed both your legs on his shoulders. Then, he started with long strokes which quickly transformed into him pounding into you. He was fucking you hard. And with this position, he was kept at a distance from your lips which made you think about how fucking brilliant the man between your legs truly was. 

The sound of skin slapping, of how wet your pussy was, was driving you both insane. You could tell he was quickly losing his composure and so were you. You were still sensitive and you were already beginning to feel that familiar burning inside of you. Fuck, you were close. Very close.

He leaned in, bent you like a pretzel and whispered so so close to your lips:

“I got you. Cum, baby. Let go. I’m right here”

With his hand around your thigh and thumb on your clit rubbing furiously, you came with a loud scream of his name.

“Hannie… Hannie… Sensitive…” you said still panting.

“I know, baby. I’m right there… Fuck… Where? Tell me where”

You knew exactly what he was asking and your answer may not have been the smartest in that moment, but honestly, you didn’t give a fuck about being smart, not while he was between your legs looking at you like that.

“Inside, please. Please, Hannie. I need it”

And then, it was his turn to spill ropes of cum into you. ‘Begging. Of course. Predictable but expected’ you had thought about what triggered him to finally let go. 

Jeonghan laid on you, trying to keep most of his weight off of you while still recovering from his high. 

It was like everything hit you at once. You went there again. You two really crossed that line again and from the looks of it, it would continue happening after that moment. You… Didn’t know exactly what you were feeling. Looking back now… Maybe you knew exactly what you were feeling and that’s why you were so scared in that moment after everything that had transpired between you that night.

He got up, went to the bathroom and came back to clean you. He didn’t say a word and neither did you. He laid back down and pulled you close. You remembered thinking ‘This is not how fuck-buddies are supposed to act’. And you asked him:

“Do you cuddle all your fuck-buddies or should I consider myself lucky?”

“You should consider yourself special, love” he said right before falling asleep and you had felt it then. The fourth sign. You made a terrible mistake that night. You believed him.

The next morning he had left and said he would call you or text you or ‘whatever the fuck’. Ever the poet. And this is how this journey that you are now contemplating while sitting on your couch waiting for his text started.

After that second time, you two had met up regularly, sometimes multiple times a week. You always stayed at each other's place overnight and had always continued moving forward in your life. 

Your friendship was still the same, nothing major had changed and it was going great. But you kept waiting for that other shoe to drop. You knew sooner or later that it would because after the last time you were together, you remembered thinking that you didn’t want him to leave that morning. That maybe, instead of meeting up in your bed next time, you could meet up at the restaurant you’ve always wanted to go down the street from his house that he never took you to because ‘That is way too romantic for us, love’. 

That last time you were together, the one that made you think all of this… It was strange. You had felt at the time, something had shifted for him too because while he was fucking you on his kitchen counter, he leaned in so close… You could almost taste him… And then he moved away and flipped you over so that you were now bent over the counter and as far away from his lips as possible. Jeonghan had wanted to kiss you then, you were sure of it. You didn’t know what to feel. Happy because he had wanted to? Or devastated at the fact he still didn’t kiss you?

Fifth sign. You were devastated. You considered stopping everything. Just putting an end to your arrangement. You already knew you were fucked for him and you were also painfully aware that he did not feel the same way.

You didn’t text or call him. He, in turn, texted and called you multiple times. You had claimed you were on a business trip and out of the country. You were just hiding at home. Too much of a coward to break it off and too hurt to see him.

Of course this didn’t last long. Jeonghan knew you better than anyone and he knew when you were lying and avoiding something. Even though he knew, he had left you alone for that week. He probably had figured you needed time to deal with whatever was holding you back. But after that week, he showed up at your door. You didn’t make a sound, wondering if he would just leave if you did not answer any of the rings or knocks.

“I know you’re in there, Y/N. I gave you a week of lying and hiding. No more. Let me in, please, love”

Nothing. You didn’t want to see him. ‘Why is he like this?’ you had asked yourself. But you knew if the roles were reversed, you would be doing the exact same thing at his door and would not be leaving until he opened it so you knew the only way out of this was through it.

You opened the door, turned and started walking to your couch. You started playing whatever you were watching before he showed up and pretended to be paying attention to it. ‘Shit’ you thought. You knew he saw right through you.

“Are you really going to do this? You think I don’t know you enough to know what you’re pulling?” he asked, sitting on the couch with you and staring at you.

“I’m fine, Hannie. Just wanted to be alone for a while. Simple” you told him. You hated playing this card on him but he knew that once in a while you got a bit down about your family and the struggles with those relationships and you always used to tell him ‘Sometimes all I need is some alone time and I figure it out’. 

“You could’ve told me instead of lying though. You know I hate lies. You promised a long time ago, no lies between us, remember?”

You stared at him.

“I’m sorry, Hannie. Didn’t want to burden you, that’s all”

He had looked at you almost as if trying to figure out what you were thinking. Trying to understand why you had lied and kept lying. He must have decided then, it wasn’t worth asking anymore and he just put his arm around you, looked at the TV and asked:

“What are we watching, then?”

You had indeed started to watch the show with him but that quickly turned into something else. And again, this time was even stranger than the last. 

He had been so gentle with you, always whispering sweet nothings. Things you thought should only be whispered to a significant other, not a friend, not a fuck-buddy. No. This felt very different. 

That night, it felt like he made love to you. He laid you back on the couch after stripping both of you naked. He took his time eating you out like you were his last meal and only after you came 3 times from his mouth alone did he start fucking you. Or at the time, you thought he was going to fuck you but he surprised you. He held both your hands and kept them intertwined while he slowly thrusted into you. You lost track of time. It felt surreal, it felt like you were dreaming.

In the middle of all the moaning and panting and whispering, he did something that you never expected. He… Kissed you. It wasn’t soft or gentle. It was a passionate kiss, tongues intertwined, moaning like he needed this like he needed air to breathe. Such a contrast from how he was thrusting into you. And you let him. You kissed him back and you remember thinking ‘A kiss between friends shouldn’t feel this way’. 

Your heart was pounding and you wanted to feel his but he had kept your hands above your head intertwined with his and would not let go.

That night, after you both came and he cleaned you up. He didn’t say a word, just like during your second time. Except this time, he did not stay the night.

He got dressed and walked out. Without even a spare glance at you. You knew then. The sixth and final sign before you had decided, it was time to come clean and end this.

And that’s precisely what you were trying to do when you started texting him. However, as usual he had other plans and that’s why texting turned into sexting which turned into you reliving everything that has happened in the last couple of months between you.

This realization snaps you back into reality and you abruptly delete the very graphic text you were about to send and send another one instead.

“Come over whenever you can. I need to talk to you about something” you sent.

“What a way to kill a boner, Y/N. Let’s keep having fun now, I’ll come over when this meeting ends” and you wondered why you even thought his response was going to be any different.

“I’m serious, Jeonghan. No more games for today. Come over when you can and we’ll talk then” you sent and put your phone on silent. You didn’t want a back and forth, you needed him to know you were serious.

You were sure he knew though. Very rarely did you call him Jeonghan. It was always ‘angel’ or ‘Hannie’. Never Jeonghan.

You knew what was going to happen once he was there. Your heart was about to be broken by your favorite person in the world. You wanted to have hope, but you knew better than that. You knew him better than that. You were never special. The only difference between you and the usual girls he found, was that you had been best friends before. That was it. Nothing else to it.

After thinking about how you were going to tell him the truth. You decided to be as blunt as possible. He always loved that about you. When you were completely honest with him about everything. Even if the shit you said sometimes hurt to hear.

He got to your apartment almost an hour after that text. That was fairly quickly during his work day so he must have known you meant what you texted.

“So… Should I sit down for this, love? You’re not dying are you?” he joked. 

However, when he saw the look in your eyes he knew. This was not a joking matter and this moment wasn’t about him. It was about you.

“I love you, Jeonghan”

He stared at you.

“And no, I don’t mean in a ‘best friends’ type of way. I’m in love with you. If I’m being honest with both of us, I always have been. From the day I met you. But I knew.. I was never your type. Not then… Definitely not now. So I settled. I became your best friend. I realized I wanted to stay by your side even if you never saw me the way I wanted you too. It was… well… Stupid of me. Of course I only realized this once you started dating someone. It was painful but I pushed it down. If I’ve learned anything about my shitty childhood and most of my shitty life is to compartmentalize things. So, I put the box with all my feelings for you deep inside of my soul and pushed it down anytime I thought that dam would break. Until now. You were right. Clichés are clichés for a reason. Except in this case, I was already in love with you. I just hoped you would fall too.”

You knew it was a lot to process but now that you opened this dam, you couldn’t close it anymore. You were sobbing now looking at him and you couldn’t tell what he was thinking at all. No emotion was showing in his face. He too knew all too well to compartmentalize and he had a much better poker face than yours.

“Don’t worry though. I have no illusions that you feel the same way. I know you don’t. You made that perfectly clear after we fucked the first time. ‘Kissing is reserved for people I want a serious relationship with and see myself being with in the long run’. That really fucking hurt. The person I loved most in the world telling me I’m simply not good enough for them. I’m good enough to fuck though, apparently” you chuckled darkly.

“I know you kept saying that no matter what, you still wanted me in your life. What you forgot to wonder was if at the end of this deal, I would still want you in my life. I do. But not as a friend. Not as a fuck-buddy. I want all of it. And…I know you can’t give that to me. Even if you kissed me last time. I know you didn’t mean it like that. That’s why you left, right? Because you thought I was going to get sentimental about it. Well… I did. Cried myself to sleep in fact. You may have broken that rule first but I broke the most important rule long before we started this.” you kept going and now… Now he was also holding back tears, realizing this is not just the end of the deal. It’s the end of you two.

“I don’t blame you for any of it. In fact, you gave me plenty of options to back out. But I was greedy. I wanted to know what it was like. To be with you. Even if it was pretend, even if none of it was ever real. I wanted to feel it. What the ones good enough for you felt before me and what others will in the future. I needed to know. Even if now I am hurting and will keep hurting for a long time… Maybe for the rest of my life.” 

You were done. Now, the worst part came. You were about to give him an out and you knew he was going to take it but you had to know. You had to be sure.

“I know this is a lot to take in and I know you probably feel blindsided and overwhelmed. But I also know your answer. I just needed you to hear my side. Now that you have, it’s time to make your choice. Stay here and talk to me about this, which means giving us a chance. Or leave, without saying a word. Without looking back, like you did the last time we saw each other. And I’ll know for sure.”

He started to move.

“Before you make your decision though, know that whatever decision you make is final. There will be no regrets. No reconnecting in a few years when you think enough time has passed. If you walk out. We are done. Our paths will never converge or cross again. I love you Jeonghan. But I have to love myself more.”

He nodded. Audibly gulped. And then did what you were already expecting from him.

He left.

He left you.

Just as abruptly as it started, it had now ended. 

Not just the deal, no.

Everything.

You knew. You knew this would be his choice but why did it still fucking hurt this much.

There will never be another Jeonghan in your life. He was everything to you, even now. While you are crying and tearing pictures apart. You know.

Life as you know it was done. You will have to carry on with a broken heart that will never be healed.

But you are proud of yourself. You spent so much of your life choosing others over yourself and today, you chose yourself.

Eventually, the broken heart won’t be as loud. Time will help. You will still hurt, always for him but you will be better. You will be yourself again just with a few more scars.

As for Jeonghan… He also knew.

He knew there will never be another you.

He knew that night when he left. He doesn’t kiss anyone accidentally. No, he learned that the hard way a long time ago. He had wanted to kiss you. And not just that night. All the other times before then too.

He told himself it was the sex. It was just too good. It was clouding his judgment.

He didn’t have feelings for you, not at all. It just wasn’t possible. Not after all these years. Right? Or did he.. Always feel this way? Was that why he acted the way he did and jumped at the first opportunity to have you in his bed? 

He knew. Finally.

He also knows now you will never forgive him. The pinky promise had finally been broken.

He will have to settle. All his worries about the future. About dating only the right people. People worthy of him. Everything makes sense now.

Most people were not worthy of him only after he met you. You showed him what love was from the start and no one could measure up.

It’s too late now.

And besides, he’s the one that was never worthy of you. Never once. And he never will be.

Please let me know if you’d like a part 2 of this. I am a happy endings fan so I might be down to write it if you guys want it too so please reach out and let me know! And let me know if you liked it please CHEERS 🥂

PS: You can find part 2 here

can't you, angel? || y.jh (m)

Jeonghan likes to see what he can get away with in public.

🍽 Pairing: boyfriend!Jeonghan x reader (f) 🍽 Rating/Genres/AUs: M(18+)/Smut, pwp/Non-idol au, established relationship 🍽 Warnings: Reader has she/her pronouns, wears a skirt, pet names (angel, baby), sexual acts in public (fingering, oral(m rec.)), dirty talk, slight degradation, choking on dik, cum swallowing, jeonghan's a lil mean 🍽 Word Count: 1.2k 🍽 Author’s Note: Written spontaneously bc I believe Jeonghan would 99.7% do this 🫡 plz overlook any errors

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One of Jeonghan’s many talents is appearing unfazed as he buries his fingers in your wet pussy in public.

You try not to squirm in your seat but his long, slender fingers feel so good stroking your walls.

“Hannie,” you whisper and grab his wrist to stop him.

He stills and finally looks at you.

“What?” he asks like he doesn’t have a clue why you’re so flustered.

“We’re gonna get caught,” you say.

He smiles prettily.

“Not if you stay silent. You can do that, can’t you, angel?” he asks condescendingly.

You bite your lip, unsure how to answer. However, you don’t need to when the waiter brings out your food.

Jeonghan’s fingers resume rubbing your spongy walls. Despite his slow and gentle movements, you still squeeze your legs together in an attempt to stay calm.

Jeonghan watches the waiter place the dishes down. He looks so wholesome with his kind eyes and polite smile.

“Thank you,” Jeonghan tells the waiter. He starts to slowly pump his fingers in and out.

The waiter nods. “Is there anything else I can get for you guys?”

Jeonghan hums in thought, fingers spreading apart gently to stretch your hole. Your eyes widen and you try so hard not to release the gasp you want to make. One hand clutches Jeonghan’s wrist again and the other on your thigh.

Jeonghan sees your big eyes and tilts his head. “Did you remember something, baby?”

Your eyes quickly dart to the waiter who looks at you expectantly. Unable to trust your voice, you force a smile and shake your head.

“Can you bring us more napkins?” Jeonghan asks. “She tends to get a little messy.”

You feel your body warm in embarrassment and realization of his true meaning. Though, the waiter, oblivious, chuckles.

“Sure, not a problem. I’ll be right back,” they say and leave the table.

Jeonghan, with his fingers spread, carefully eases out of your drenched pussy.

You almost sigh in relief thinking you’re safe, but he plunges them in again. He takes one glance around the busy restaurant and then rapidly pumps his fingers. He makes sure to keep his hand slightly away from your pelvis to not make a sound. However, you’re so wet that you can hear the squelching.

Just as you begin to push him away before someone hears, he stops. He keeps himself in your warmth and leans into your ear.

“I can feel you dripping down my hand,” he murmurs. “Making a mess just like I knew you would.”

“I’m close,” you whimper and squirm, hips bucking ever so slightly against his palm.

“I know you are, angel,” he coos. “Which is why I’m done.”

Before you can beg him not to stop, the waiter returns.

“Your napkins,” they announce.

“Thanks,” Jeonghan grins and takes them. He waits until they leave before slipping his fingers from your needy hole.

“Hannie,” you cry and stare at him with pleading eyes.

He smirks and brings one of his glistening fingers to his mouth. He sucks it clean. The act is lewd, but people around you probably assume he’s removing sauce or crumbs. He uses a napkin to clean the rest of your wetness.

He hums in satisfaction. “All I want to do is toss you on the table and taste more of you.”

You inch closer and put a hand on his thigh.

“Let’s get our food to go and leave,” you offer. Your hand glides up to feel him under his pants. He’s hard and knowing that makes another wave of arousal wash over you.

Jeonghan guides your hand away and picks up his utensils.

“I rather save you for dessert,” he teases and takes a bite of his food.

How he’s able to act so nonchalant while you’re buzzing with need is beyond you. You glance at your meal, but your appetite is craving something else.

“Eat, angel,” he says and nudges you. “You’re going to need the energy.”

You shift in your seat at his implication and feel the emptiness between your legs. The sooner you do as he says, the sooner you both can leave.

You nod and take a bite. Jeonghan gives you an approving, innocent smile.

Thirty minutes later, you’ve eaten half your food. Jeonghan gets two to-go boxes, pays for the lunch, and then guides you to the car.

Once inside, Jeonghan locks and checks his surroundings. There’s no one nearby.

He unbuttons his pants and slides them and his underwear down enough to free his semi-hard cock.

“Come here, angel,” he mutters and guides you down.

Your mouth latches onto his cock instantly. You suck and swirl your tongue around his tip.

Jeonghan groans lowly above you. The hand on your upper back moves to rest on your head.

“Make me cum, and I’ll make a crying mess out of you at home,” he says and pushes your head lower.

You choke slightly on his length but calm yourself. You use his words as motivation as you bob your head quickly.

Jeonghan makes a breathy laugh at your eagerness.

“Hm, there you go, baby. You want me to fill this pretty mouth so fast, hm? You wanna get home so soon?” he chuckles.

You nod.

“How selfish,” he chides, then shoves you down until your nose brushes his pelvis.

Your sputter around his cock but Jeonghan holds you still.

“Breathe, angel,” he reminds.

You do as he says and inhale through your nostrils.

When he hears you do so, he begins to shallowly thrust up.

The sound of his cock gliding down your throat fills the car. His speed gradually increases and eventually, he stops moving his hips and moves your head instead.

“Bet you were thinking of this inside there, weren’t you?” he asks, his head leaning back against the seat. He takes another glance around to confirm it’s still deserted. Although his car’s windows are tinted, they’re not fully blacked out.

You hum against his dick, which makes him moan.

“My filthy baby just wanted to lean over and swallow my cock,” he continues. It seems his words are turning you both on more. You feel his dick twitch in your mouth.

“Or maybe you wanted to cockwarm me as we ate,” he rasps. “Just wanted to be filled in any way, huh? How fucking naughty of you.”

You keep your checks hallowed as he talks and uses your mouth as he pleases. You blink back tears and rub your legs together to try to get some friction. It’s no use.

“Shit, angel,” he grunts and holds your head in place. His hips rock into your face once more. He’s close.

After a few sloppy thrusts, his cum fills your mouth. You drink every last drop, sucking his length to make sure you get everything.

He releases your head, and you slide off with a pop. You cough a bit, and Jeonghan gives your thigh a soothing rub.

“That felt so, baby,” he praises and leans over to kiss you. You smile into it.

Jeonghan’s hand glides under your skirt and brushes against your clothed cunt. He chuckles as he pulls away from your lips.

“I guess I should get us home,” he teases after feeling your soaked panties.

You keep his hand in place and nod. “Please.”

Jeonghan smiles, lightly circling your clit. There’s a mischief sparkle in his eyes.

“You’re so cute when you beg.”

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just one day / yoon jeonghan

⇢ Jeonghan x fem!Reader

⇢ word count: 4.5k

⇢ fluff // angst // nonidol!au // brother's best friend // fake dating!au // they're idiots lmao // not edited nor proofread so pls bear w me lol // cursing and. two? kissing scenes.

⇢ A/N: this has been sitting unfinished in my google drive since... either last year or the beginning of this year lmao. i have always wanted to write brother's best friend and i had this sudden urge to finish it earlier so i did. been some time since i posted a proper fic so, enjoy~

He must be dreaming.

He must be.

“What?” Jeonghan says just for the sake of saying it.

“I like you.”

“No, you don’t.”

You blink at his firm voice, wondering what kind of situation this is. Sure, you shouldn’t be confessing to your brother’s best friend, but you feel like you’ve been obvious enough and you don’t see why you shouldn’t confess when it’s been eating you inside out.

And, yeah, you didn’t expect him to do anything about your confession (or even say that he likes you back), but you didn’t expect this either.

“What do you mean I don’t?” you frown, looking at him accusingly. “I like you.”

“You don’t, kid.” He sighs, already feeling a headache coming. He’s not stupid, alright, he has enough sense to gather that his best friend’s little sister probably has something on him–a crush, perhaps, but he’s never thought it was real enough for you to feel the need to confess.

It doesn’t help that he is attracted to you, has always been since you’ve gone back from Sydney after finishing university a year ago. He admits he’s always thought you’re attractive, and if he’s being honest, he would’ve asked you out first if not for the fact that you’re literally Joshua Hong’s little sister.

As if it’s not enough that not dating his best friend’s little sister has always been a code he follows, Shua has always been a little too protective as a brother. He’s seen firsthand how the guy scared off some who had the guts to flirt with you, seen how for two decades only two guys had ever been declared good enough to date you (he couldn’t do anything about the flings you had when you were abroad, but at least you’ve always been appreciative of his protectiveness and you never missed to inform him of some guys who were actually trying to get it on with you).

Long story short, Jeonghan does not wish to be on the receiving end of Shua’s scrutinizing eyes regardless of how much he’s actually into you.

“Look, you know me,” he starts when he realizes you’re not backing down. He looks away, pretending to be frustrated, though it’s really just because he thinks he’ll relent if he looks into your eyes a second longer. “I’m not gonna make a good boyfriend and I’m literally your brother’s best friend.”

You don’t seem to care about the first part of his sentence, irked by the fact that him being best friend with Shua would be an obstacle in your way. Shouldn’t it be easier for him to get a seal of approval if he’s already close with your brother? But, then again, Shua probably knows Jeonghan inside out and knowing too much is never a good thing.

“So what?” you say anyway, because if there’s any word that would describe you perfectly, it’s ‘stubborn’. “Why does it matter that you’re his best friend?”

Jeonghan sends you a look, and you pout because you actually get what he means. You know Shua, after all, and as much as you want to condition yourself to believe that Jeonghan would be the person Shua approves of with all his heart, you also know that even if your brother actually approves, he would put him through hell just for the fun of it.

Anyway, this doesn’t tell you at all where Jeonghan actually stands about you.

“So, you don’t like me?” you shoot straight to it, as if Jeonghan wouldn’t be able to hear your heart beating like there’s no tomorrow if he takes even one step closer–as if your ears aren’t hot from saying it out loud. Jeonghan does not need to know how flustered you actually are.

And it works, because he seems to be taken aback by your boldness and you try your best to hide a victory grin at that. You should probably be more grateful that he can’t stand to look at you for more than three seconds; if he had, he would’ve seen the tip of your ears turning red and the speck of blush on your face, which means he could’ve easily taken control of the situation and turned it against you.

His silence encourages you, because if he really doesn’t like you then he would tell you so. As much as Jeonghan is a master of tricks and he’s great at acting, he’s never been good at hiding his feelings.

Jeonghan bites his lip, trying to get a way out of this. Why can’t he just say no and be done with it? Sure, he’s not in love with you or anything (yet?), but it’s a straight out lie to say he’s never seen you that way.

After all, there’s a reason why he’s been avoiding you the past few months. 

You just have to be more daring these days, and as much as he wills himself to behave, there are times when he’s already flirting with you before he knows it. He’s just lucky Shua has never caught you two.

Plus, you’ve taken a liking to wearing a crop top and it’s the absolute death of him.

“Tell you what,” you say before he does. “Date me.”

Jeonghan chokes on nothing, violently coughs that his shoulders are shaking and you actually need to pat his back so he’ll calm down.

“Are you okay?” You ask worriedly, and he’s terribly conscious of your hand on his shoulder and the other on his arm, of the way your brows furrow in concern, of the way your lips are a little ajar and if he moves forward just a little–

“Yeah.” He shakes his head despite the word, then clears his throat and squares his shoulders before he looks the other way around. He doesn’t step away though, and it’s so fucking stupid that he frowns when you do. “Sorry. You were saying?”

“Date me.” You repeat anyway, though you know this is Jeonghan’s way of  giving you an out in case you want to pretend like you didn’t just say that earlier. He opens his mouth, and you can hear what he’s going to say even if he hasn’t said anything so you cut him yet again. “Just for one day.”

“Kid–”

“Stop,” you say firmly, something akin to determination flashes through your eyes that he’s actually taken aback. “Stop calling me that.”

He sighs out your name, but you’re not hearing it because if you back down now you know you won’t have it in you to say this out loud again. You’re fueled by nothing but impulse and you’re not going to let Yoon Jeonghan himself slow you down.

“Han, I see the way you look at me–you’ve gone past seeing me as a kid since I came back from Sydney and it’s been a year since then. I’m not stupid.”

It’s hard to describe the way he looks at you, and he’s not blaming you because he is confused. The mixed feelings bursting in his chest is much too complicated for him to explain. Let alone through words, even his consciousness does not know how to register what he’s feeling.

Your face falls at his silence, and whatever courage that drives you up to this point is starting to ebb little by little. You’re so goddamn stupid–did you really think confessing to him would lift the weight off your shoulders? What made you think Jeonghan would be able to treat you as usual after you confessed?

Didn’t you confess only because it’s heaving you down? Because you thought you’d regret it if you stayed silent?

Then what is this weight on your chest? 

What is this disappointment looming all over your body?

Why the fuck are your eyes pricking with tears?

Still, you stand your ground and square yourself up in front of him. You’ve gone this far. If you’re going to be embarrassing, might as well do it for a reason. 

“Okay,” he breaks his silence, his tone defeated for whatever reason. It’s not discouraging though, more like unsure and maybe a little hopeful, and when you look up, he’s biting his lip in contemplation. “Just one day, right?”

“But you have to actually treat me like I’m your girlfriend.” You push, heart beating both in excitement and fear. Because what if he backs out of nowhere? He’s not that kind of person, but this situation is nothing sort of normal and his consciousness just might get to him if you don’t push him already.

Jeonghan bites his lip, looking at you like you’re a bad idea that he’s caving into. And he’s starting to think that it’s true. But if he’s being honest, he’s not against this at all. He also wants to know how it’d feel like to hold your hands and just listen to you talk without thinking about Shua and whatever that will follow if he ever finds out.

Frankly, one day wouldn’t be enough, but that’s better than nothing, right? And he would never have the guts to propose it himself, he admits, so this is a chance that he knows he wouldn’t get his hands on ever again.

He sighs, praying to every god up there that this won’t backfire on him.

“Okay,” he whispers, more to himself than to you, and then repeats it once again, this time firmer, looking at you straight in the eyes. “Shua’s going on a business trip next week, right?”

You nod.

“I’ll see you next Saturday?”

You bite down your lip so hard that you taste blood to stop yourself from smiling like an idiot.

Tuesday, 26 July

[14:32] Yoon Jeonghan😠: beach or amusement park

[14:50] ?????

[14:50] its not a surprise?

[14:54] Yoon Jeonghan😠: just pick one, kid

[14:55] 🙄 beach ig

Thursday, 28 July

[01:11] Yoon Jeonghan😠: festival or night market

[01:12] ?????? sir?? go to sleep??

[01:12] didnt you choose a place alrd???

[01:12] but night market

[01:13] Yoon Jeonghan😠: you go to sleep

Yoon Jeonghan😠 is typing…

…

Yoon Jeonghan😠 is typing…

[01:17] Yoon Jeonghan😠: good night, kid

[01:18] nightttttt

Friday, 29 July

[22:20] Yoon Jeonghan😠: wear something light tomorrow, but bring a jacket just in case it gets cold at night

Saturday, 30 July

[00:03] k, boyfriend 😌

[00:03] sorry, i was on the phone with chaeyoung earlier

[00:07] Yoon Jeonghan😠: i really cant with you

[00:07] Yoon Jeonghan😠: and chaeyoung as in vernon’s cousin? your friend from high school?

[00:07] Yoon Jeonghan😠: you still talk to her?

[00:08] yes!! surprised that u rmb her :0

[00:08] and i actually just met her by accident earlier today and we decided to catch up thru the phone bc i had to go somewhere

[00:09] apparently, she’s dating choi seungcheol or smth 👀

Incoming call from Yoon Jeonghan😠 - 00:11

Call ended - 02:27

[02:27] Yoon Jeonghan😠: you fell asleep. night, babe 🤪 see you

You bite your lip in giddiness as you keep on rereading Jeonghan’s text, like you’re not giddy enough already at the prospect of today.

You fell asleep last night while on the phone with Jeonghan, but whatever curse you were about to dump into yourself for falling asleep during what might be your only chance to be on the phone with Jeonghan during ungodly hours was immediately wiped out when you saw his text.

Yes, you’d flirt with each other from time to time–but never through texts, and the prospect of having a message from him that you can read over and over again some time in the future is both delightful and… sad.

The sudden tug on your heart and consciousness is a little heavy, a reminder that he’s doing that because you asked him to. That whatever’s happening in the span of today is an illusion, one that Jeonghan agrees on creating.

Why, you don’t want to dwell on it too much.

That should be your motto for the day: fuck it.

So what if it was an illusion? Jeonghan agreed and you’re going to make the best out of it. If you’re never going to be Jeonghan’s girlfriend, might as well be shameless and live your teenage (and adult, if you’re being honest) dream and be his girlfriend for the day now so you can stamp it in your memory. You only have today and you’re not going to spend any second thinking about the technicality of it.

As far as you know, Jeonghan is your boyfriend and he’s taking you out for the day.

You jump when your phone pings, the notification on your lockscreen rids you of whatever negativity that was in your mind literally seconds ago as you grin and make your way out of your apartment.

[09:17] Yoon Jeonghan😠: am in the lobby. get ur pretty self here, angel.

For all you know, the world is plenty unfair. But seeing Jeonghan looking like that with a simple white tee and a faded pair of jeans reminds you just how unfair the world actually is. Like it’s not unfair enough already because he’s not your actual boyfriend.

“Come on, let me take a picture of you,” he says as he softly takes your hand, pulling you up from the mat. “The wind isn’t too strong and you’re looking particularly pretty today.”

You scrunch your nose as you mock annoyance, a failed attempt to mask your blush. Hopefully, Jeonghan would think you’re simply flushed because of the sun and not because of him.

“I don’t like taking pictures.”

“How dare you lie to me.” Jeonghan says without missing a beat. “I know you make Shua take a ton shit pictures of you when you’re out somewhere.”

You pout at this, and as much as you know Jeonghan doesn’t mean anything by it, the mention of your brother isn’t exactly welcome today because his name just reminds you that this isn’t real and he’s a big part of the reason why.

“Can you not talk about my brother?” You say softly, which Jeonghan easily catches even if he’s not sure you mean for him to hear or not. The sadness in your voice is genuine though, and he makes a mental note to stop mentioning Joshua for the rest of the day. He’s starting to question once again if this is the right thing to do even for a day–after all, Joshua is his best friend, and this particular conversation is the exact reason why he’s not supposed to do this.

But he’s promised you he’ll treat you like his girlfriend–perhaps another personal agenda of his because he does want to experience being able to be your boyfriend even for a day. He should’ve thought more before okay-ing your proposal instead of thinking about it right now when you’re in front of him, in a simple white shirt and a black skirt that stops just below the middle of your thigh but somehow still the prettiest he’s ever seen. 

He wonders if this is how you usually dress up for your dates, and something bitter makes it to the tip of his tongue as he thinks about someone else taking you on a date. 

“Sorry. Come on, let’s take a picture together.” His fingers wrap around your wrist to pull you closer before eventually linking them with yours. “You’re very pretty today, have I told you?”

“You have.” You scrunch your nose and pretend to roll your eyes at the sudden sweetness he basks you in even though you’re liking every second of it. “Literally one minute ago.”

“Well, you really do look very beautiful and I want you to know.” He lowers his voice an octave and stares right into your eyes before he eventually bursts out laughing.

“Stop!” You giggle, knowing that he’s doing this on purpose to annoy you. “That’s too fucking cheesy and you know it.”

He laughs along with you, then tightens his fingers in yours like they’re not interlocked already.

“I mean it though.” He whispers one last time, not looking at you this time around because his heart might fucking burst to say it to your face without the faux of messing with you. “You do look beautiful.”

At least you share the sentiment, as you quietly duck your head to hide your smile, whispering a thanks that’s only meant for the two of you.

Jeonghan keeps his end of the bargain, you’re happy to know, as you don’t even think about your brother and the pretense that is your relationship for the rest of the day. You freely flirt with each other, cheeky smile and winks being thrown here and there. His hands never seem to leave you, and you gladly cling on to him even if you don’t need to.

You get ice cream, insist that you want the plain strawberry one only to eventually switch with Jeonghan’s cookies and creams because his looks better. He plays hard to get before giving in to you, but not before swiping ice cream from the side of your lips and licks his thumb like that shit isn’t going to give you a heart attack.

It’s around seven when you both get to the night market not too far from the beach, and you’re both even gigglier than earlier which you didn’t think was possible. Your cheeks hurt from smiling, but you’re the furthest thing from complaining as you continue at whatever dumb jokes Jeonghan throws your way.

The night market isn’t as crowded as you think it would be, but it still is crowded and Jeonghan makes a show of throwing his arm around your shoulder because he ‘doesn’t want to lose you’ and you seem a little cold (which you kinda are).

You elbow him at this, shake your head and pretend like you’re not internally dying from the closeness between the two of you.

“That’s so lame.” You snicker. “Just say you want me close and go.”

“I do want you close.” He whispers unexpectedly, catching you entirely off guard that you trip on your own foot you almost fall on your face. He doesn’t seem to realize you tripped because you’re flustered, which works good for you, and he flicks your forehead as he scolds you to be more careful and goes back to holding your hand.

“Seriously. How are you still so clumsy?”

You don’t like being reprimanded by Jeonghan, because it awfully reminds you that you’re younger than him–that you’re his best friend’s little sister. And as much as you know Jeonghan definitely does not see you as a sister, the implication that he has to see you as one because of the association is very disheartening. 

“Why are you frowning?” He copies the gesture, and you shake your head, telling him it’s nothing. The night is ending, and you don’t want to waste more time thinking about stuff that you can think of tomorrow when you’re not in a time limited relationship with Yoon Jeonghan. “No, tell me–”

“Jeonghan?”

The both of you turn at the call of his name, and your frown deepens as you see Jisoo in front of you, Jeonghan’s ex that he amicably broke up with. The one ex that has always made you feel like shit because she’s everything you’re not and they were such a picture perfect couple that you’re sure they’d go back together someday.

It does not feel good to see her today of all days.

“Oh, hi!” She kindly greets you, her smile way too genuine for you to think she’s just being polite and secretly hates you inside. Gosh. You need to stop watching too many TV dramas. “Joshua’s sister… right?”

There it is again. The reminder that you’re his sister–something you really don’t need to hear today.

“Hi.” You smile awkwardly, and only then remember your hand is still pretty much joined with Jeonghan’s. You don't know how to feel about the fact that his reflex is not to let go of your hand in front of his ex who obviously knows your brother. You try to let go of his hand, but Jeonghan holds on tighter, as if telling you it’s okay and there’s no need to worry about Jisoo.

They share a small chat for a bit before eventually parting, and Jisoo wishes you both a good night, which makes you hate yourself so much for being jealous of the girl when she doesn’t even have an ounce of bad energy towards you.

You try to enjoy the rest of the night, but Jisoo’s appearance just reminds you that this whole thing is pretty much fake. That someone out there is going to be in your place for real–able to hold his hand and just be with him all the time without having to wait for your brother to go on a business trip to even hang out with each other. Without some stupid request and guilt eating them inside out because they’re not supposed to do this.

Trying to be subtle, you put on an act of wanting to visit every stall in the festival and pretend to be tired after about thirty minutes or so. You’re surprised Jeonghan isn’t already tired to begin with, this guy has the battery of a five-years-old phone, you didn’t expect him to actually bring you around until night if you’re being completely honest.

Jeonghan complies when you tell him you’re ready to go home, and you don’t even realize he’s also being weirdly quiet because you’re too deep in your thoughts. And it’s once his car is parked on the parking lot of your apartment building that you finally open your mouth trying to say something–anything.

You want to thank him for today. To thank him for making a memory that you’ll dearly hold on to, for giving you a standard of what a boyfriend is supposed to be even for a day. For fulfilling your dumb request when he doesn’t even have to.

But what comes out of your mouth is something entirely different and you almost want to bash your head against the door of his car right after.

“Whoever’s going to be your girlfriend is very lucky.”

You can hear Jeonghan takes a sharp breath, and you bite your lip to stop yourself from crying because you’re just so fucking stupid like that.

You try to remind yourself that you asked for this. That Jeonghan is doing you a favour and owes you nothing. That you should be thankful you’ve even gotten the chance to play girlfriend with him when he could’ve just embarrassed you and walked away after your proposal.

The deafening silence inside the car is very loud, and you feel like you’re suffocated by things unseen that you just want to get out of the car and take a very deep breath. So you do just that: reach for the door of his car because you can’t take being so close to him anymore.

It’s your fault. You shouldn’t have asked for this. Shouldn’t have asked for a taste of heaven because surely you would want more and you’ll die of thirst right after. Now you’re just going to be awkward with him until god knows when and you’re regretting it already. Fuck, fuck, fuck.

You should’ve been satisfied with your close friendship with him, with loving him from afar. Now you’ve ruined things between you and him and who knows when things will get back to normal? He’ll fucking think of you as pathetic and it’s just going to be pity in his eyes everytime he looks at you now.

“Hey!” Jeonghan jumps in alert the moment you step out of his car, quickly follows through and catches you before you take another step away from him. “What–why are you in such a hurry?”

You look down to your shoes, because you can’t stomach looking at him right now just in case you’ll see what you fear will be reflected in his eyes.

“Hey… Look at me?” He tries once again, tone getting a little helpless. But you shake your head, because you’re sure you’ll start crying if you do and you want to preserve the little dignity you still have in front of him. But Jeonghan doesn’t stop there, he whispers a ‘please?’ and lifts your chin gently so you’ll look at him, his heart breaking when he sees how close you are to tears and his throat closing at how he’s the reason behind all this.

“Thank you.” You brave yourself. It’s the least you can do, because as much as you’re going to grovel for the next few months, you know that this particular memory with Jeonghan will always be dear to your heart and you’ll treasure it forever. “I’m sorry for taking your time and–”

“Ah, fuck it.” You hear him say before he dives into your lips, not minding the way you’re frozen in place out of shock. He hums against your lips, and it’s then that you finally kiss him back, your hands settle over his shoulders and your whole body relaxed under his touch.

When the both of you pull away, you’re a little out of breath and your thoughts all over the place. But there’s a small smile in Jeonghan’s face that gets you mirroring the gesture. He closes his eyes as he places his forehead on yours, and you follow suit, feeling the warmth of his breath on your face.

“It’s… okay for me to do that, right?” He asks, albeit a little too late. You still don’t know what the whole things mean, but you find yourself chuckling, because you honestly would let him do anything to you. But he doesn’t need to know the kind of power he has over you, so you simply nod and let him have his peace.

“Han?” You say after a while. “What does this mean for us?”

Jeonghan stares into your eyes, deep in his own thoughts as if he’s trying to rearrange his words so they don’t stumble out of his mouth like a trainwreck.

“Let’s see where this takes us?”

“But Shua…?”

He presses his lips together and wraps his arms around you, pushing you into his neck as he breathes in your scent.

“Whatever happens, happens.” He decides, already resigning that he can’t possibly let you go now that he knows how it feels like to have you like this. He’ll make your brother understand somehow, but right now, he wants to be with you and savors the little time he has with you before your brother comes back, not even minding the way his phone has been vibrating in his pocket.

[Joshua sent a picture.]

Joshua: heard from Jisoo you’re on a date w my sister??????????????????

Joshua: did you finally get out of your ass and stop being in denial lmaoooooooooooooo

Joshua: just pls be safe

Joshua: she’s still my sister

Joshua: !!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

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just a little bit colder

Soonyoung has dragged you back to where you dreaded to be most, at one of his friend’s parties where you have no choice but to face Jeonghan and Wonwoo again.

⋆ pairing: jeonghan x f!reader

⋆ word count: 8.5K

⋆ tags: village!au, dom!jeonghan, sub!reader, awkward situation with wonwoo, brother!soonyoung, drunk!soonyoung, tension, jealousy, reader and jeonghan are always bickering, teasing, mean!jeonghan, brat?reader, exhibitionism, fingering, finger sucking, choking, oral (m), throat fucking, slapping, unprotected sex, multiple orgasms (f), degradation, praise, brief aftercare

⋆ warnings: smut, alcohol consumption, weed, cursing

⋆ a/n: back w a part 2 of my first svt fic and my first fic on tumblr! i love this story so much i couldn’t resist a part 2!! look forward to more chapters soon 😼

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A muffled whine of your name catches your attention, pulling your noise cancelling from your head with furrowed brows. Soonyoung sighs in front of you, closing the door of your bedroom behind him before he startles you by jumping on your bed next to you.

"How long does it take for you to do your makeup?" the question leaves you visibly confused, your lips parted while you try to read your brother.

"Um, maybe 30 minutes at most?" you don't sound too sure, hung up on the odd question.

"Great. We're leaving to Joshua's in an hour."

You groan at him, tugging at your blanket to cover your body. Soonyoung pulls it from your grip, your hair messy while you look at him.

It's been over a month since Minghao's party, a month since your... mistake. You haven't seen any of your brothers friends since then, carefully avoiding anything that would have you encounter Jeonghan.

"You're coming, mom agrees with me." he smiles, patting your head. "I already told everyone you'll be there, so you don't have a choice." you groan again, hand reaching back down to reach for your blanket, but your brother snatches it before you do, throwing it to the corner of your room.

"Better shower fast and pick out a cute outfit," he stands up from the bed, opening your window to let in fresh air. "Tonight'll be so fun, loads of people will come!" Soonyoung has his hands in the air as to emphasize his statement, making your roll your eyes at him.

"Why do your friends throw so many parties." you grumble, struggling to push yourself up. Soonyoung smiles, opening your closet and scanning your clothes.

"Wonwoo has been asking for you, I think he likes you." he giggles, ignoring you.

The name makes your stomach turn. Wonwoo. Wonwoo who has literally heard you get fucked stupid by Jeonghan. You dreaded seeing him the most, not even knowing how you would explain yourself, failing to imagine how you would successfully get yourself out of that awkward conversation.

Why would he ask for you? After all that? You groan again, Soonyoung forcing you towards the bathroom.

Once the both of you get out of the car you let out a big sigh, the cars lined up in front of the house confirming there were already heaps of people.

Soonyoung puts his arm around you when the two of you enter the home, the familiar smell of weed and alcohol tickling your senses. You look around, hoping to recognize anyone besides your brother's friends, anyone you could hide away with in the corner for the rest of the night. Of course, since you practically lived like a hobbit, you don't know anyone, eyes only catching sight of Minghao talking with some group of people across from you.

There's some loud yelling when people spot your brother, his mood seeming even more energetic, feeding off the attention.

"I'm getting a drink." you tell Soonyoung, earning a nod before you force yourself to the kitchen.

You've been here once before, when Jeonghan and Wonwoo were smoking on the now occupied couch in the living room, Jeonghan's witty mouth knowing just how to agitate you back then.

"y/n!" you flinch at the mention of your name, relaxing again when you see it's just Chan. He embraces you in a tight hug, and you smile once he lets go of you. You're happy to see him, someone you know quite well, but since he's too good of a friend to Jeonghan and Wonwoo there's a possibility you'd be forced to talk to them with him around. You were still hoping to avoid both of them.

"Where were you hiding, hm? You should hang out with us more!" he grabs an empty glass from one of the drawers and fills half of it with vodka, looking around for something to mix it with. He frowns when he doesn't find what he's looking for, just handing you the cup filled with pure liquor.

You clear your throat, looking at the glass. "I'm uhh-" you look up at him. "I was busy." you lie, watching as his lip curl up into a smile. "Well it's christmas break, you can hang out with us practically every day now." he grabs his previous forgotten almost-empty glass, holding it out towards you to cheers him.

You chuckle, clinking your glasses together before taking a small sip of the bitter substance, your eyebrows furrowing in disgust.

"You're applying for the new semester right? Do you already know what major you'll choose?"

You bite the inside of your cheek, figuring your brother must've told him about your plans to study again after rotting away in your room for months.

"I'm not sure yet, I'm still thinking." you tell him truthfully, all the choices being a little overwhelming.

"Well, I'm sure you'll figure it out. We can all study together like old times." he smiles widely, remembering the time your little group of three used to study at your home in high school, there not being as much studying as watching Chan and your brother trying to learn the dances from music video's they liked back then.

"y/n?" the deep voice makes you freeze for a second, turning your head to look at Wonwoo standing next to you. You gulp, forcing a smile while looking at him, hoping he doesn't notice how hot your face suddenly feels.

"Wonwoo, how are you?" you say softly, trying not to shy away from his gaze. You mentally curse Chan for excusing himself, leaving the two of you standing alone in the kitchen.

"I'm... good. How are you?" there's an awkward tension between the two of you, and you pray to all the gods that he really hadn't heard you moaning out loud for Jeonghan.

You nod. "I'm good too." you take a big gulp of vodka, eyes squeezing shut at the strong taste. Wonwoo shifts his weight, a small smile on his lips while he looks at you. He pauses before he lets out a big sigh, licking his lips before talking, and you already know where this is going.

"Look...Can we-can we just forget what happened? You don't need to act so weird around me, please."

Your eyebrows raise a little in surprise, pleasantly stunned at his choice of words. You were definitely interested in him, the fun conversation between the two of you had peaked your curiosity back then. You give him a little smile, nodding your head. "Perfect. Let's do that." you say shyly, that night tormenting your thoughts practically every day.

Wonwoo smiles, opening his mouth to talk before he gets interrupted.

"Look who it is." the sudden voice has your lips press together into a thin line, anxiety lining your stomach when you see it’s Jeonghan leaning against the kitchen island, looking right over at you. 

The awkward tension seems like it had never left, and both you and Wonwoo look over at him. "Decided to leave your cave today?" he grabs one of the bottles in front of him to fill his cup.

Okay, maybe you shouldn't have resorted to lingering in the kitchen for this long, standing right next to the extensive collection of liquor.

You give him a fake smile. "Soonyoung dragged me here." you admit, looking down at your glass.

Seeing Jeonghan has you feeling... weird. This was the same man that was choking all the air out of your lungs and calling you all kinds of sinful names right to your face, pleasing your body like he knew exactly what would have you begging for more.

You don't know how you should act around him, if he'll decide to be his version of nice, or if he would act just like before, bothered by your entire existence. Jeonghan is hard to read, unpredictable, at least to you.

"You must've dreaded coming here today... but i'm sure it's not because of your lack of friends, right Wonwoo?" Jeonghan looks over at the tall boy in front of you, a wicked smile on his face before he turns around to walk away again, your cheeks feeling hot from embarrassment.

Fuck you Yoon Jeonghan.

Wonwoo clears his throat, trying so hard not to think of how strained the sound of your voice was moaning for Jeonghan.

"Um, I’m gonna find Josh for a moment,” Wonwoo gives you that same kind smile, but you know it isn’t a genuine one. “But good to see you again.”

With that he turn on his heels to walk off, leaving you all by yourself.

You sigh, downing the entire drink in your hand with just a few gulps, biting at your bottom lip before filling the glass right back up. You can’t wait to leave the party as soon as possible, but knowing your brother he’d overstay his welcome as usual, ending with him passed out somewhere black out drunk till you or one of his friends had to take him home.

Your eyes scan the busy room, hoping to find your brother so you’d at least have someone to hang out with.

There’s no sight of him, and you decide to check the backyard out. It’s winter now, and the crips air leaves you a little chilly despite the warmth in your body as a result of the strong alcohol. Two eyes catch your attention, gaze fixated on you when you lean against the bricks of the house to shoot one of your friends from your time abroad a quick text.

The figure moves towards you, earning your attention when he comes close.

“You’re Soonyoung’s sister right? I saw you talking with Chan earlier.” he has big eyes, with long, dark eyelashes lining his hooded lids. “I am.” you simply say, giving the taller man a soft smile. He flashes you a toothy grin, his muscled shoulder leaning against the wall next to you.

“I’m Seungcheol. I’ve heard so many things about you.” you look a little surprised, chuckling. “Oh? Nice to meet you. I’m y/n.” you wonder what he’s heard, hoping it doesn’t have anything to do with the whole Jeonghan situation, almost sure that loose lipped mouth has been talking to someone about it.

He looks around for a moment. “Must be hard adjusting here again. Are you able to at least make some new friends now that Soonyoung keeps dragging you everywhere with him?” he chuckles. You hum, taking a sip of your drink. “Well, not yet.” you admit a little awkwardly. Seungcheol frowns. “Lets hang then. I’ve been dying to hear all those stories Soonyoung’s told us about you.”

Maybe it was a little weird Soonyoung’s been going around sharing all your wild stories from living in China, talking you up to all his new college friends while you resorted to rotting away in your bed as soon as you got back home instead of befriending his peers. But what if they thought you were weird?

You decide to ignore all of your insecurity, in need of living like a normal human being again, free from your unjustified feelings.

You give Seungcheol a genuine smile, nodding at him. “Let’s go inside, it's so cold.” he puts his hand on your shoulder, letting him lead you back to the party.

Seungcheol makes sure you get a spot on the couch, his thighs pressing against yours when he sits down next to you, the small space filled.

“Are you planning to go to our school? I think I heard Soonyoung say something about it.” Seungcheol asks, his mouth close to your ear to hear him over the loud music. You nod. “I want to apply soon, but I’m kinda stuck on two options,” you tell him, continuing when he looks at you. “I want to either do linguistics or public relations.”

He nods at you before smiling.

“Since you said linguistics first you’ll probably end up choosing that, or at least I think you should apply for that instead of public relations.”

You shift in your seat, giving him a puzzled look. Seungcheol chuckles. “I study psychology,” he explains. “Usually when we’re stuck between two things, the first thing that unconsciously comes up is what we usually end up choosing, the option that we prefer between the two.”

He’s right. Linguistics had been your preferred major over public relations, even if you hadn’t actually considered choosing it just yet, weighing down your option.

“But it’s still a hard decision nonetheless, don’t take what I say too serious, okay?” you laugh at him, taking a sip of your drink. “No, you might be spot on actually. It’ll be hard to catch up on an entire semester but…we’ll see.” you smile.

“Oh! Have you met Wonwoo yet?” Seungcheol motions at the boy to come over, your eyes spotting him walking by unknowingly. Wonwoo looks a little surprised to be dragged to join you both so suddenly, sitting down at the low table in front of you. “We’ve met.” you say, smiling at Wonwoo who just nods.

Great, right when you think you can relax a little.

“Wonwoo studies public relations. y/n is considering applying, how is it?” Seungcheol shifts his attention over to the tall guy clutching his glass, his cheeks a little pink from drinking.

“Horrible.” Wonwoo admits, your group giggling. “But it can be fun, sometimes. Especially if you’ll be there.” Wonwoo doesn’t want you to think he’s trying to sway you away from choosing the same major, a little afraid you’ll take his words the wrong way.

“She’s choosing linguistic, aren’t you y/n?” Cheol grins, nudging you. You laugh. “I might.”

“That’s a good choice too, and you’ll be at an advantage knowing Chinese.” Wonwoo says, smiling.

You’re happy there’s no awkwardness between the two of you anymore, not caring if it’s just because of the alcohol.

“Ahh, I’m not that good, really. I just know really basic Chinese.” you say shyly, earning chuckles from the boys.

The three of you are caught up in conversation for a good chunk of the night, talking about school and pushing you to share some of your stories living abroad, laughing loudly at some of the dumb situations you’ve gotten yourself into.

“-You were going to make a move on him after months of liking him and the second you get the courage you spill an entire drink over his lap?!”

You sigh deeply. “It was so bad. He was drenched, and I also got it on the girl he’d been talking to the whole whole night.” you cringe at the visual in your head. “She was pissed.”

"Who was pissed?"

You look over to see Jeonghan taking a seat next to you on the armrest of the couch, his shoulders slouching to get closer to you.

"Hannie! y/n was just telling us about spilling a whole drink on her crush." Seungcheol giggles, noticeably tipsy.

Jeonghan cocks up his eyebrows at you. "Crush?" he asks, eyes nearing at you. You shift your gaze to the other two. "I was a little confused by how he treated me, always joking I was his girlfriend and stuff like that," you chuckle awkwardly. "But I mean, he's one of my best friends now, I got over it after that."

Wonwoo looks at Jeonghan, slightly irritated he keeps interfering whenever the two of you are together.

"So funny, you should hear her story about falling down a flight of-"

"Yeah, yeah. I'm actually here to steal y/n-ie away. Let's go?" Jeonghan interrupts his friend, tugging at the sleeve of your shirt. You watch him roll his eyes when Seungcheol pouts at him. He nears his face closer to yours, feeling his breath hit your ear.

"Your brother has clocked out for the night, I'm driving you home."

You straighten your posture, not too shocked Soonyoung probably ended up too drunk out of his mind to function. You give him a nod, standing up from your spot and saying goodbye to the two you ended up liking a lot.

"Where is he?" you ask when he drags you to the other side of the room, scanning the crowd for any sign of the loud boy.

"I don't know." Jeonghan says bluntly, just looking at you. Is this some joke to him? "Is he in a bedroom somewhere?" you frown, moving to walk to the corridor of the house before Jeonghan grabs your wrist.

"No, he's here," he tells you, looking around the room. You look for him again, hearing his voice before you spot him loudly laughing with a group of random people. "There he is." Jeonghan chuckles, letting go of your wrist and looking at you.

Sure, he was noticeably drunk, hands waving around while he speaks with a big happy smile on his face, but he isn't passed out, not even close to it.

"Jeonghan what the fuck? He's fine?" your eyebrows scrunch together in anger, nearing at the tall boy in front of you. Jeonghan seems pleased, a mischievous smile on his lips while he scans you.

"So what? That's good right?"

You scoff at him, arms folding over your chest. "You implied he was blackout drunk, which he clearly isn't." You can't believe him, the alcohol in your body making you even angrier that usual.

"I must've not seen clearly then, oops." he simply shrugs, trying to contain the smile on his face.

You decide it's best to just walk away from him, but when you try to move Jeonghan steps in front of you, trapping you between him and the wall. Images from last time come back to you, where you were in this exact position in your bedroom, Jeonghan's body pressing you against the door.

"Going back to your new boyfriends already? I'm not near done with you yet," Jeonghan's face is close, strands of his long hair framing his face beautifully.

You swallow a lump in your throat, looking over his shoulder to see if no one's watching you. Jeonghan grabs your chin, making you look back at him. "Everyone's drunk, baby. Don't worry." he whispers, grinning before pushing his hot lips against yours.

You really know you shouldn't do this, even if it was just a kiss, since you had no intention to repeat last time's mistake. But his mouth feels so good against yours, and there is nothing wrong with letting off a little pent up frustration, right?

His tongue swipes your lip eagerly, quickly darting his tongue against yours when you grant him permission. You can't help pulling his bottom lip between your teeth, sucking on the skin harshly making Jeonghan groan. His hands find your waist, squeezing your sides softly, unlike last time.

Jeonghan moves even closer to your body, but you break the kiss hastily, proud of yourself for doing so, and before any of your brother's friends can spot you two.

He looks a little annoyed, his hands moving back to his sides, your eyes frowning when you spot something while looking past his frame.

"Oh fuck." you ended your little make-out session right on time to see your brother slumped against someone's body, the person struggling to keep him up while he tries to move your brother away from the crowd.

The guy's eyes light up when he sees Jeonghan, a pout on his lips while he gets closer to the two of you. "Hyunggg..." he whines, clearly not strong enough to help your brother for much longer.

Jeonghan sighs, sliding his arm under Soonyoung's other arm to help shift his weight. Your brother softly mumbles with his eyes closed, the sound drowned out by the music.

"Let's get him to one of Shua's guest bedrooms, Seungkwan." Jeonghan tells the guy, earning him a nod from the shorter one.

You follow them to a vacant room, the first one you tried already occupied by someone.

Seungkwan groans when they lift your brother on the bed, panting a little before straightening up. "Thanks, Kwannie. We'll take care of him, okay?" Jeonghan assures the boy, who smiles. "Thanks hyung." his eyes move over to you, confidently stepping closer to you and holding out his hand to shake yours.

You give him a small smile while shaking his hand, telling him your name. "Oh! You're Soonyoungie's sister, aren't you? I'm Seungkwan."

You nod at him. "Yes I am, thank you for helping him." you let go of his hand, looking over at your brother, who's already fast asleep on the bed. "He should really know his limits by now, but he never learns." you sigh, earning a laugh from Seungkwan, who nods in agreement, already familiar with your brother's antics.

"I should find Hansol again or I'll never hear the end of it," he tells you and Jeonghan. "See you later?" he waves before leaving the three of you alone in the room, two sets of eyes looking at a sleeping Soonyoung.

"Guess you have to sleep here tonight." Jeonghan says with a bored tone, earning your attention.

"Weren't you talking about driving us home just now?" you remind him, turning to look at him. Jeonghan chuckles. "We've all been drinking, did you actually think I'd take you home?" he rolls his eyes.

You sigh, sitting down at the foot of the bed. You feel a little stupid not thinking of the driving situation. It was only a 15 minute drive, but walking would take over half an hour, maybe 45 minutes since Joshua lived a few towns away from your home.

"I have to sleep here." you finally conclude, Jeonghan soughing at your stupidity. “Obviously,” he says, pulling his sweater over his frame.

“You’re gonna sleep here too?” you try not to look at his body as he undresses, keeping your eyes on his face. Surely he could sleep in another room, right?

“I need to sleep too, don’t I?” his hands go down to his belt, unbuckling the metal slowly. “The other rooms are called for tonight-this one too, actually,” he undoes his jeans, kicking the material somewhere on the floor.

“But we got here first.” he moves to lock the door and turn the overhead lights off, turning to look at you with an amused look on his face. “Do you have to be naked?” you roll your eyes, earning a laugh from Jeonghan.

You sigh, realizing the three of you had to share a bed. You could sleep on the floor, but before you can consider it Jeonghan pushes you down next to your brother, crawling on top of your body. “Jeongh-“ he shushes you with his lips, his hands cupping your breasts hungrily.

“Thought you could get rid of me that easily?” he mumbles against your lips, pinching your nipples. You moan in his mouth, forgetting that your brother is literally right next to you.

Jeonghan’s hand goes down to open your jeans, his hand hastily slipping inside of your panties. His fingers start rubbing your clit slowly, while his mouth moves down to your neck, sucking on your most sensitive spot there.

You swallow another moan, soft whines leaving your lips. Jeonghan puts his free hand over your mouth, and you can feel his breath on your neck while he speaks. “Better be really quiet, you wouldn’t want your oppa to catch you with my fingers buried inside of your pussy, would you?” he whispers with a grin, pressing a soft kiss under your ear.

Fuck, he’s crazy. Yet, you’re not planning on stopping him either. When a long finger enters your wetness you close your eyes, basking in the pleasure.

You can still hear the low music from behind the door, mixed with the sound of people chatting and occasionally yelling, but you two don’t pay any mind to it, too wrapped up in the moment.

Jeonghan enters a second finger, taking his take looking at you struggle under him, an elated smile on his lips. You whine when he starts moving them at a faster tempo, his thumb pressing into your sensitive clit. You open your eyes to meet his eyes, and immediately feel your body responding to his intimate gaze.

He doesn’t waste any time, entering a third finger, which leaves your body squirm against the mattress. Jeonghan hushes you, licking his lips cockily. You watch his plump lips illuminated by the faint moonlight shining through the window, craving them again like before. When he curls his fingers inside of you you moan against his hand, the sound muffled.

“Shit, you’re such a whore for me… wish I could fuck you right now,” he whispers lowly, kissing your cheek. He pushes two of his fingers in your mouth, trying his best to keep his palm over you to cover your mouth as much as he can. He bites his lip when you start sucking on his digits, watching you struggle to keep quiet.

You unconsciously bite down on his fingers a little when he goes even faster, scissoring his fingers inside of your pussy. You raise your hips a little to chase your high, your thighs burning, almost on the edge of cumming.

Your walls uncontrollably clench around him when you finally cum around his fingers, your breathing strained and lids shutting involuntary, Jeonghan slowing his movement to let you come down from your high.

When you’ve come to your senses he pulls his fingers from your heat, and you watch how he licks his fingers clean while his other digits remain inside of your mouth for a moment longer, before he pulls those from your mouth too.

You quietly try to catch your breath, looking at Jeonghan who gets up from the bed to get a blanket since Soonyoung is fast asleep on top of the thick duvet, his body shivering occasionally.

Jeonghan covers you and your brother, crawling under the blanket next to your body. You watch him for a moment before closing the button of your jeans again, Jeonghan moving on his side to face you. “You’re gonna sleep in your jeans? In your bra?” he whispers, making you nod. “Suit yourself.” he sighs, making you roll your eyes.

“Soonyoung will wake up and I really don’t want to explain why both of us are practically naked sleeping next to each other, it’s weird. You sleeping next to me is already weird.”

Jeonghan inhales a deep breath, giving you a look. “You’re telling me to move to the other side? There’s barely any room there.” you roll your eyes at him. “Just do it.” you press, pushing your back against him so he’ll go away.

“You’re being a brat. He won’t fucking care.” he moves to put his arms around you, making you move even further back so he nearly falls down. “y/n.” Jeonghan warns you, putting his arms around you tightly. “Fucking go, Jeonghan. If you won’t I’ll just walk home.” you whisper harshly, so glad Soonyoung is too drunk to wake up from any noise.

You hear him sigh behind you, but he stands up, giving you an annoyed look while walking around the bed to Soonyoung’s side.

You happily push your face against the soft pillow, watching Jeonghan not-so carefully push Soonyoung to make room for himself. When he gets back under the covers you slowly drift off to sleep, not too bothered by the noise of the party behind you.

Loud groaning in your ear wakes you up, your brother struggling to push himself sitting up on the bed. “Fuck.” he mumbles, your eyes opening to watch him look down at you. “My head hurts.” he sighs, rubbing his pained face.

“I wonder why.” you roll your eyes, realizing the two of you are alone, Jeonghan nowhere to be seen. “What happened?” he sighs, his hands running through his messy hair. You chuckle, pushing the warm blankets from your body.

“This poor guy Seungkwan was suddenly carrying you, had to ask Jeonghan for help to get you to bed.” Soonyoung hums, sighing again. “I wasn’t planning on drinking.” he sneaks a look at you, giggling when you give him a questionable look.

“I hope I didn’t ruin your night,” he pouts, pushing himself off the bed. You chuckle, shaking your head. “It’s fine, I had fun.” you reassure him, a smile on your lips while you copy his action.

“Let’s go downstairs, I want to help clean a little before leaving,” he tells you, opening the door of the bedroom.

The two of you walk to the open living room, shocked to see no basically no trace of the party left. The only thing giving it away is the large collection of empty liquor bottles on the counter top, with a couple of full trash bags tied on the floor.

“Morning.” Seungkwan smiles from the couch, sitting right next to Jeonghan, who looks up from his phone.

Seungkwan gets up from his spot, walking a few steps over to the kitchen to grab a strip of painkillers from one of the cabinets. “Take two, okay?” he looks at your brother, sliding the pills across the island to Soonyoung before filling a glass up with water.

“Thanks Kwannie,” your brother smiles shyly, taking the glass from his hand. “Are you hungover, y/n?” Seungkwan asks, his eyebrows pushed together.

You shake your head, smiling at him and watching how he nods before plopping right back on the couch on his previous spot. You try to make eye contact with Jeonghan, but he doesn’t seem too interested in interacting with you. Annoying.

“Anything fun happened when I wasn’t there?” Soonyoung asks after taking two pain killers, setting the empty glass in the sink.

Seungkwan grins, dramatically unlocking his phone. Soonyoung giggles, hurriedly running to watch whatever video from the younger one’s camera roll, a fit of laughter following. “Fuck, I wish I was there!”

Seungkwan motions for you to watch, showing you a video of Seungcheol and another guy jumping in the pool together. You chuckle, shaking your head.

Like clockwork the unsuspecting guy walks into the living room, Wonwoo following suit. He groans when he realises what goes on, but quickly moves to stand next to you, watching the video being played again for him. He laughs loudly, pushing a hand through his thick mop of hair. “It was freezing! Please don’t let me do that again.”

“What are you talking about, even Wonwoo tried to stop you!” Seungkwan moans, earning snickers from the people around.

“Yeah, yeah,” he rolls his eyes, looking over at you and your brother. “You’re still here? I thought Jeonghan was gonna drive you guys home?” he frowns, Jeonghan shrugging. What’s going on with him?

“We had a situation,” you look at your brother, hearing him chuckle. “Fair.” he nods his head.

“Well, we’re gonna head out, I’m sure our parents are wondering why we’re not back yet.” Soonyoung laughs, looking over at you.

“Are we still on for tonight?” Seungcheol asks, your brother nodding at him. “Yeah, text me when you’re on your way. You’re all coming right?”

You frown, your brother’s friends usually not the ones coming over since you both still lived at your parent’s house.

“Well, actually,” Seungkwan begins, earning a whine from your brother. “You’re always busy!” he complains, the younger boy pursing his lips at him. “I’m sorry. I have to finish this stupid project today.” he sighs.

Seungcheol catches you off guard by handing you his phone, the contacts page open while Seungkwan loudly defends himself in the background.

You give him a smile, typing in your number before handing him his phone back. “See you tonight, then?” he asks you with a grin.

“Who knows.” you tell him, feeling Jeonhan’s eyes watching you.

Your social battery is going to be dead for at least a couple of weeks, not really in the mood to see another human being for a little while.

With that you and Soonyoung leave Joshua’s house, driving home with some chill music while you cringe at yourself for giving into Jeonghan again.

Later that night you sit at your desk, hours deep into reading articles about the two majors you're thinking of applying for, still hung op on your options.

Your phone screen lights up, a sigh leaving your lips when you read the message you were already a little afraid of getting.

Unknown contact: come down!~

Of course you know who it's from, deciding to just ignore it and keep typing on your laptop, but quickly stopping when you hear footsteps approaching your door.

"Ya!" Soonyoung shouts before opening your bedroom door, eyeing you excitedly. "Come! Seungcheol is asking for you." he walks inside, practically dragging you from your seat.

"Soonyoung! At least let me get changed first." you pull your grip from him, rubbing your arm with an angry glare aimed at him. "Oh, come on. You don't need-alright, see you in a minute!" he gives up when he sees the seriousness in your expression, turning to quickly walk out of your room again, leaving the door wide open.

You grumble when shutting your door, sighing before opening your closet, deciding to wear a tight cropped top with some wide jeans, throwing an oversized hoodie on for the cold.

You feel a little silly dressing up to see your brother's friends, but it's not you're fault they're all hot?

Once you get to your living room you see mostly familiar faces, thinking you've met all Soonyoung's friends by now, but there's one you haven't met before, but you do recognize him. You can tell by his tall frame he's the one who jumped in the pool with Seungcheol, sitting down on the floor next to Soonyoung with a bottle of beer in his hand.

"y/n, you're here." Seungcheol smiles, patting to the empty seat next to him on the couch. Jeonghan is sitting next to him, deep in conversation with the tall guy you don't know the name of.

You sit down next to Seungcheol, feeling a little awkward. "You guys are drinking again?" you ask, your brother smiling at you. "Of course," he tells you, looking over at pool guy.

"Mingyu, this is my sister. y/n this is Mingyu!" both Jeonghan and the guy look over at you, Mingyu shooting you an amused smile. "Nice to finally meet you. Jeonghan just told me all about you." he smiles, and your stomach drops at that.

Jeonghan. Your eyes move to him, his face displaying a pleased smile aimed right at you. Great.

The following hours are spend in a lighthearted atmosphere, you and Seungcheol surprisingly wrapped up in another fun conversation, his sober personality the exact same as at the party just the night before.

When he leaves to smoke weed outside with Jeonghan, Wonwoo makes an appearance, a cute smile on his face when being greeted by his excited friends.

"You didn't bring more alcohol?" Mingyu notices, fingers tapping his empty beer bottle. Wonwoo shakes his head, and you think about how pretty he looks wearing a cap. "I didn't want to get the wrong thing," he admits, shaking the thick coat from his wide frame.

"Me and Gyu will go get some, we were talking about buying snacks anyway," your brother reassures him, pushing himself up from the floor. Mingyu pauses for a second before nodding, following his older friend who's already putting on some slippers to go out.

Wonwoo watches them leave, and the two of you hear the loud chatter coming all the way on the opposite of the door, the two of them getting distracted by the other two standing outside already.

"That will take a while," Wonwoo chuckles, sitting down right next to you. You smile, looking over at the music video playing on the tv for a second.

"y/n..." Wonwoo clears his throat, making you look right back at him. You feel a little odd at the newfound tension between you, the Jeonghan situation on your mind again. Does he want to talk about it suddenly? Even after you already agreed to forget about it?

"Can I get to know you better?" your eyebrows raise at his question, your body turning a little to face him. "I think you're really nice, and um... yeah. Can I?" you can't help but smile at his shyness, not able to contain your lips from curling up.

"You think I'm nice?" you want to tease him a little, this tall and handsome guy visibly struggling to be vulnerable, despite how he looks.

His face flushes a little at your question, nodding in confirmation. "Very... you're kind. And... I think you're really cute- pretty. You're pretty."

You laugh at him, but really don't mean it in a mean or bad way, perse. You feel yourself feeding off his shyness, liking the reaction you have on him.

"You're very pretty too, Wonwoo. Handsome, more than anything. You want to get to know me?"

Wonwoo relaxes a little at your words, but his face only gets more red. He nods. "Do you... want to hang out with me someday? Just us two? Only if you want..."

You hum, smiling. "I would love to!" you assure him, trying to read his face. Wonwoo smiles, looking at his lap for a moment before forcing himself to look at you again. He's so cute. You feel your heart beating faster. Sure, you were interested in Wonwoo since meeting him, but were you starting to like him?

How could such a hot man be so shy? Yes, he was more on the quiet side when with his loud friends, but you didn't expect him to be like this, his confidence totally different from whenever he had been drinking.

You can't help but lean into him a little, your hand resting resting on his knee. Wonwoo looks at your hand for a moment, contemplating on closing the little distance between you before the beeping sound of the door being opened has you pulling your hand from him.

"Wonwoo! Do you also think Hannie would beat me at mario kart?!" Seungcheol practically shouts, quickly walking to jump next to him on the couch. Jeonghan pushes Cheol's shoulder roughly, standing behind you next to the couch. "Of course he does! I always win from your slow ass." Jeonghan fusses, his eyebrows furrowed in anger.

Wonwoo blinks a few times, chuckling at his friends' childish rivalry. "Jeonghan hyung is annoyingly good at mario kart for some reason." he chuckles, making both his friends roll their eyes at him. "Why for some reason? My strategy is just good." Jeonghan sighs, his elbows pressing down on top of the couch's headrest above you.

"Whatever, y/n come smoke with me since Seungcheol is such a pussy." he looks at the top of your head, watching you turn to look at him. "Your tolerance is scary." Cheol mumbles, moving to grab the switch on the table.

Before you can reject him he's already pulling you by your wrist, his grip tight when he opens the front door, the cool air hitting you like a ton of bricks.

Jeonghan reveals a half smoked joint from his pocket, putting the tip between his teeth while he zips up your hoodie for you. "You shouldn't dress so provocatively this time of year," he shakes his head, lighting the tip with his hand covering his lower face. 

He looks at you when he inhales deeply, the tip changing into a deep red color before the smoke leaves his lungs, disappearing within seconds.

"Hyung what did I tell you." Your brother's voice catches your attention, turning to see Soonyoung and Mingyu a couple of meters away walking towards you with plastic bags in their hands.

"You're such a bad influence." Soonyoung sighs at Jeonghan before looking at you, nearing his finger at you but struggling a little with the bag clasped in his hand. "Don't do drugs. Come drink with us." he says, earning a giggle from Mingyu.

"She can drink but not smoke?" he pulls your brother inside with him, Jeonghan waving them off with not a care in the world.

You roll your eyes when the door closes, crossing your arms over your chest while looking at Jeonghan. He takes another drag before handing you the cigarette, your quirked lips giving away the amused look on your face. "Did you sleep well?" Jeonghan asks you, his eyes following your fingers putting the tip between your lips. You nod.

You don't know what this weird thing between you two was, but it left you feeling confused more than anything. Did he suddenly tolerate you now? Or was it just because you were his friend's little sister?

"You think he finally made a move?"

The voice catches your attention, looking over at the closed window next to the door, the glass separating the kitchen and the yard.

"Hope so, been pestering him for weeks about it."

You recognize your brother's voice, Jeonghan hearing it too.

"Maybe he's not into her? Why force him if he doesn't want to?"

It's Mingyu talking now. You exhale the smoke with a frown on your face. Are they talking about you?

"He never said he wasn't. I really think he would be good for her."

Jeonghan clears his throat, trying to steer your attention away from the conversation you're overhearing.

"He's Wonwoo. He wouldn't admit it even if it's true."

Your stomach turns, almost not believing what you’re hearing. What the fuck? This whole Wonwoo thing has been a set up by your brother? Are you that pathetic to him that he feels the need to get one of his friends to-what? Hit on you? Befriend you? Suddenly Wonwoo's actions leave a sour taste in your mouth, resenting him for trying to fool you like this with your brother as the head puppet master.

You hand Jeonghan back the joint, turning to open the door forcefully, your lips pushed together in a tight line.

"y/n-" Jeonghan tries to call for you but you've already slammed the door shut, walking straight past the party with an angry look on your face.

Soonyoung's already back in the living room, cursing softly when he realizes what has happened, following you quickly.

You lock the door behind you, your brother knocking on the door with a sigh. "y/n, please." he pouts before knocking again.

"It's okay Soonie, i'll talk to her." you hear Jeonghan's voice, some rusting behind your door.

"y/n. Wanna open up the door for me?" Jeonghan sighs. You ignore him, typing away on your phone to rant to your friend.

The door opens swiftly, revealing Jeonghan standing in the opening.

"What the fuck?" you sit up straight, watching as Jeonghan locks the door behind him again after walking in.

"Magic hands." he simply states, taking a seat next to you on your bed. "But you already know that, hm?" he pats your head, making you roll your eyes at him.

"I don't want to talk right now." you grumble, looking at him. Jeonghan nods understandably, looking around your familiar room for a second. "What do you want to do?" he asks calmly, looking back at you.

You look at him for a second before you slowly start to straddle his waist, pushing your lips against his. His arms wrap around your middle, closing the space between the two of you. You immediately start grinding against his crotch, earning yourself a moan against your mouth.

"Are you sure you want to do this now?" Jeonghan whispers against your lips before pulling back, his fingers stroking your back.

"Just shut up." you near at him, pushing his back flat against your mattress while you try to collide your mouths together again. Jeonghan’s fingers find your hair, pulling your head back with a tight grip, making you wince.

"So dirty you can only think about sex even now." he chuckles at you, flipping the both of you over so he's on top.

"Use that mouth again and I'll take you downstairs with my cum dripping down your face," Jeonghan sneers, harshly gabbing your throat before leaning in closer. “But at least you can get back at your brother and Wonwoo, hm? Should we?” he presses his fingers into your skin, a choked moan leaving your mouth while you weakly shake your head.

“No? That’s too bad,” he clicks his tongue, his free hand slapping your cheek hard, your cheek burning. “From now on you better be good then, slut.”

“Y-yes,” you breathe out, looking up at him. Jeonghan laughs at your state, the hand around your throat disappearing. “Look at you, begging to be fucked again while your brother’s in the other room worrying about his whore of a sister.” he chuckles, wasting no time undressing you. He throws your clothes down on the floor before turning turning back to face you.

“You want me so bad? Then you better listen, and I don’t want to hear a single useless fucking word from you,” Jeonghan watches you comply, laying down flat on the bed as he undresses in front of you.

Once he’s naked he crawls on top of you, his hand pulling your head up by the back of your neck to get you lined up right in front of his cock. His cock head taps against your lip softly, and you open your mouth for him.

Jeonghan hums when he pulls you onto his length, nearly making you choke on his cock immediately. “Been wanting to try this pretty mouth, feels so good already,” he groans, rolling his hips against you.

You had almost forgotten how big his dick was, struggling to take his whole length at once. You breathe through your nose, your hands finding his thighs for support.

He surprises you by harshly slapping your cheek again, making you moan around his girth, only getting more turned on. “Did I say you could touch me?” Jeonghan hisses, the hand on your neck moving up to hold the top of your hair. He pulls your head back against the mattress, shifting his weight to push his cock fully in you till your nose presses into his stomach, tears starting to blur your vision.

Your head is trapped between his body and the mattress, letting him use your body for his own pleasure, not caring about how his dick bruises the inside of your throat with every harsh thrust.

“Fuck, yapping isn’t the only thing that mouth’s good for, hm?” he bites his lips when you start sucking around his length, his fingers tightening in your hair.

“Just like that, baby. Gonna cum down your perfect throat already if you keep this up.” Jeonghan groans, picking up the pace till your cheeks are wet with tears, your throat a mere fleshlight to him with muffled moans filling the air.

Something about him treating you just like a hole leaves you dripping, your face heating up at the thought of being into this so much your body can’t help but react like this.

His sinful moans only become louder, and you’re almost worried someone might hear the two of you in your room, but the thought disappears as soon as his movement becomes irregular, his fingers pulling your hair harshly when you swallow around him like the whore he knows you are.

You feel his cock twitching in your mouth, tasting the salty pre cum leaking into you. “G’na cum, baby. Just a b-bit longer,” Jeonghan says out of breath, biting his lip when he slows down a little, and you feel thick ropes of cum shooting inside of you, his breathing loud and irregular. “Fucking hell-you did so well.”

He pulls out of you slowly, your jaw and throat hurting when you swallow down his big load with a smile on your lips.

Jeonghan gives your wet lips a kiss as he lightly pats your cheek a few times, his thumb wiping your tears. “Please fuck me.” you pout at him, and he can’t help the breathy laugh following.

“Oh? You think desperate whores deserve to get whatever they want?”

You swallow deeply, your face revealing your slight discomfort as a result of his rough actions, Jeonghan cradling your face with an amused look on his face after he notices. “Alright, alright, since you’re been such a perfect slut.” he grins.

Jeonghan moves between your thighs, his eyes noticing the wetness having collected between your legs.

“You always surprise me, y/n. Always so fucking wet.” you nod at him, biting your lip at him being so close, almost inside of you again.

He lifts your legs up over his shoulders, stroking his hardening cock in front of you. You make eye contact with him, moaning when he swipes his head between your dripping folds.

Jeonghan presses the tip in gently, already forcing your walls apart. “Could be Wonwoo fucking you right now… isn’t that who you’d rather have here right now?” Jeonghan pulls out of you again with a sigh, making you whine at the loss of contact.

You shake your head quickly. “Fuck him. Want your cock, Hannie.” Jeonghan chuckles at your words, pressing his thumb against your clit, your hips raising automatically. “Thought you liked him? You guys looked pretty cozy when it was just the two of you?” he frowns, slowly circling your clit.

“A-are you jealous Hannie?” you taunt him without thinking, gasping when Jeonghan forces his tip past your walls. “Jealous?” Jeonghan bottoms out, immediately moving at a head-spinning pace, making you moan loudly.

“I’m the one with my cock buried inside of this whore pussy again, aren't I?” he says through gritted teeth, leaning into you. The angle has your legs press into your body almost uncomfortably, feeling his cock press even deeper inside of you. “Fuck, Jeonghan,” you whimper, squeezing your eyes shut.

His hands press into the mattress next to your head, watching you struggling to keep yourself together under him.

He’s moving so fast and hard, your stomach tightening, feeling like you’re gonna explode at any second if he keeps going.

“You’re gonna cum already aren’t you?” Jeonghan aks through pained breaths, looking down at you. You nod. “C-can I?” you ask him, making Jeonghan groan.

“Fuck, go on then,” he tells you, his hand sliding down to meet your clit again. He rubs two fingers over your pearl quickly, your walls convulsing around him tightly, almost reaching your high right there.

His arm flexes trying to keep himself up, your pussy feeling so tight around his thick cock, so perfect for him. He presses down on your clit, rubbing even faster, and just like that you come around his cock, incoherent sounds leaving your lips.

You whine at the overstimulation as he keeps pounding into you, the sound of your skin colliding filling the room while his fingers never leave your clit.

“Jeonghan I-I, too much,” you moan, fingers grabbing the mattress below you.

“Yeah? Give me another, baby. Know you can.” he tells you, bucking his hips against you.

You bite your lip feeling him rut into you hard and fast, your pussy involuntary clenching around him again. You feel like you’re in the clouds, your brain shut off as you can’t stop cursing silently.

His cock twitches inside of you, his movements becoming sloppier by the second, foreshadowing his oncoming orgasm.

“Gonna fill your p-perfect pussy up, do you want me to?” he looks at your face, your mouth agape taking every thrust he gives you. “Fucking tell me, y/n.” he groans, pushing his forehead against yours. You bite your lip, nodding quickly.

“Cum inside of m-me, please o-oppa. I need it-fuck.”

Jeonghan curses at your words, reaching his high with just a few more drags of his hips. You feel his warm cum spurting inside of you, fucking his release deep inside of you. He rolls your clit between his skillful fingers. You feel so full, so fucked out, the feeling almost leaving you dizzy when you come loudly for a second time, your body twitching under him.

He slows down when you cum, finally stilling his movement after a moment when he comes down from his orgasm, slowly pulling his softening dick out of you.

His cum is already trying to seep out of you, the warm liquid shimmering around your used hole.

Jeonghan helps your legs back down carefully, the mattress dipping next to you when he lies down next to you.

“Should probably go back to your brother before anyone gets suspicious, hm?” he asks, pulling you in to hug you to his chest.

“Just a little longer,” you mumble, closing your eyes tiredly. Jeonghan kisses your forehead, petting your hair sweetly. “Don’t disappear on me again, y/n.” he tells you, looking at your face.

You open your tired eyes when you hear your phone ding, moving slowly to read the text message you already know who send you.

Unknown contact: Can we talk?

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Tied up reader for jeonghan 🤓🤓

❝ with a bow ❞

yoon jeonghan x fem!reader

genre: established relationship, smut

warnings: dom jeonghan, brat/sub reader, rope/ribbon play, pet names, degradation, oral fem receiving, unprotected sex, creampie, cum eating

wc: 1k mlist

jeonghan has a box under the bed filled with different ribbons and ropes. he used them rarely, only really when you were a brat and he had to teach you a lesson. your goal today was to get him angry enough for the box to come out. you’ve decided to be a brat all day.

it started when you changed his alarm for work, setting it an hour later than normal. when his alarm went off he noticed how much brighter it was outside. “what the fuck?,” he groaned, moving your arm from his waist. he angrily got dressed and left the apartment.

you giggled sitting up in bed, you grabbed your phone seeing it was 8:35am, he was due at the studio an hour ago. scrolling through your notifications you seen a text from your boyfriend.

jeonghan ♡: changing my alarm really baby? don’t be such a brat.

you smiled accepting the challenge. after a quick shower and short breakfast, you got dressed for the day. a day of shopping with jeonghan’s credit card. you first stopped to get coffee, you knew jeonghan had notifications on his phone. deciding the mall was the best place you headed there.

ulta beauty was first, five-hundred dollars here. next was victoria’s secret, two thousand there. you of course had to stop and get some new clothing, another thousand spent. your arms started to get tired from all the bags, usually jeonghan carried them for you.

with one last stop to the jewelry store you bought a few new necklaces, a ring set and a new watch for jeonghan. another two thousand dollars spent. part of the plan was ignoring jeonghan while he worked, so the 40 missed texts, and 15 missed calls didn’t really surprise you.

you couldn’t wait to get home, you found a cute baby pink set. the thin lacy material barely covering you. left nothing to the imagination. once you got home you changed into the lingerie set, and used your new makeup.

satisfied with how you looked, you posed in the mirror taking photos. of course you made sure the bags were visible in the background. with a giggle you sent your favorite photos to jeonghan with the simple caption “thinking of you.”

it didn’t take jeonghan long to answer you.

jeonghan ♡: i see you went shopping, 5,500$ that’s a little low baby, perhaps because you didn’t ask. i’ll be home in 20 mins. i expect you to be waiting on that bed for me.

the chill that went through you was quickly replaced with excitement. the thought of jeonghan punishing you had you soaked. you laid on your bed, your fingers finding your clit. you rubbed slowly, bringing your other hand up to pinch your nipple.

to caught up in the moment you didn’t hear the front door. jeonghan made his way upstairs, his body leaned against the door frame of your bedroom, eyes taking in your body dressed in the lacy pink fabric.

“cum and i won’t touch you for a month,” his interruption had you halting your actions. “h-hannie, you’re home early.” you said closing your legs. “don’t play dumb, you’ve been a brat all day.”

he walked towards the bed and crouched, you sat up on your knees peering down at him. jeonghan pulled the box from underneath, and when he lifted the lid his eyes scanned the contents.

“you’ve been a naughty girl y/n,” he reached inside and grabbed the pink fabric. “i’ll have to teach you a lesson.” he closed the lid and stood quickly. he flipped you on your stomach, bringing your hands behind your back.

he wrapped the pink ribbon around your torso, securing the knot around your wrists with a bow. you wiggled attempting to move but the ribbon restricted your movement. he grabbed the extra ribbon and tied your legs together, securing the knot around your ankles with another bow.

jeonghan took a step back from the bed, taking in the view. “hannie,” you whined. he ignored you as he unbuckled his belt, allowing his pants to drop. out of the corner of your eye you could see the outline of his erection.

jeonghan freed himself from his boxers, his hand pumping himself. precum leaked from his tip, you bit your lip to stop the whines. “be quiet and maybe i’ll let you cum,” his voice was low.

his hand spread you apart, your juices leaking around his fingers. “such a slut,” he tsked. he could see you clenching around nothing, “so desperate for me, aren’t you?” he smirked. before you knew it he was pushing himself into you.

you could taste blood with how hard you bit your lip, trying to be quiet so desperate to cum. jeonghan moaned as he bottomed out, “fuck, you take me so well baby.” he rocked his hips, his tip brushing your cervix. “mhm fuck,” his moans were like music to your ears.

the knot in your stomach was quick to grown, but you couldn’t let go in fear of him denying your orgasm. jeonghan had his head thrown back as he snapped his hips into yours.

“mhm fuck baby i’m gonna cum,” his hips snapped into yours roughly before his actions stilled, his cum spilling into you. painting your walls white, the hot cum leaked out once he pulled away. your body shook at the loss of contact. “should i reward you?” he asked backing away slightly.

your tied up form making his dick twitch again. “p-please hannie, i’m sorry i’ll be good,” you begged. he smirked before diving into your cunt, lapping up the mixture of your wetness and his cum.

his tongue and fingers were quick to get you there, the knot in your stomach snapped. you came all over his tongue, squeezing out the last of his cum and yours. jeonghan wiped his mouth and smirked. “there’s my good girl,” he untied you allowing your limbs to rest.

you ignored the ache in your limbs as you threw your arms around jeonghan’s neck. “i-i’m sorry hannie, i’ll be your good girl,” he smirked holding you close. “i know you will baby, but even good girls deserve some fun,” he guided you to the bathroom. there he ran you a hot bath, and sat with you.

you smiled, it was so worth being a brat sometimes.

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author’s note: i swear i’m not a rope bunny y’all but for jeonghan i would be 🤭 hehe

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