A Little Long Distance Lovin

a little long distance lovin’

pairing : bf!jeonghan x reader

content : smut (mdni or else)

in which : your boyfriend being so far away on tour has you missing and craving him in more ways than one

warnings : established relationship, fem!bodied reader, phone sex, pet names (angel, baby, hannie), teasing (dirty talk), a pinch of orgasm denial

wc : 1.1K words

Your life felt dull whenever Jeonghan was away on tour. You wanted nothing more than for him to just come home, so you could hold him in your arms and run your hands through his hair while he told you all about the places he got to see and show you the pictures he took just to show you.

And sometimes you wanted him to come home to help relieve the ache between your thighs that you couldn’t handle with your own fingers. To hold you down and whisper into your ear while he talked you through your orgasm just the way you liked.

Those were your thoughts now as you pushed your pajama shorts down your legs and reached one of your hands into your underwear, letting out a shaky breath when you felt how wet you already were at the thought of your boyfriend.

In times like this, you always regretted not investing in a vibrator. Even when you tried to replicate the way Jeonghan would finger you, it just wasn’t enough to get you there. You needed him there with you.

That’s when you got an idea.

With your free hand, you reached around on your bedside table until you found your phone, bringing the device to your face as you found Jeonghan’s contact and pressed the call button and raised the phone to your ear.

Jeonghan picked up on the third ring.

“Hey, angel,” He mumbled, his voice heavy with sleep. Suddenly despite your need, you felt bad for disturbing him so late in the night. “Why are you still awake?”

“Just wanted to talk to you. How was Osaka?” You mumbled, the slight rasp in his voice reminding you just what you had called him for. You circled your clit slowly, the way Jeonghan would when he wanted to tease you, and you had to bite your lip to keep quiet.

“It was good. I wish you were there with me.” He said. A second later, he sighed and added “I miss you, angel.”

You felt your heart beat a little faster. “I miss you too, Hannie. So much.” You smiled. The guilt was really getting to you now with the way your boyfriend truly seemed to have nothing but the sweetest things in mind as opposed to you, who called him with the sole purpose of trying to get off to his voice. You sighed, the sound coming out as a broken moan when you accidentally applied a bit too much pressure to your clit with your fingers.

You were silent. Jeonghan was silent. Fuck, now you really wished you had a vibrator, it would’ve been less trouble.

“[Y/n], why did you really call me?” Jeonghan finally said. You hesitated despite already having been caught, unsure of how he would react.

“I can’t do it without you, Jeonghan. I really do miss you, but I also need you so bad.”

Jeonghan chuckled, the sound sending shivers down your spine. “Cant do it without me, huh? My angel can’t make herself cum on her own?”

“No, Hannie. Need your cock, your fingers, your mouth, anything.” You heard Jeonghan curse under his breath on the other end of the line, and you wondered if you were having the same effect on him.

“You have no idea what you do to me, baby.” He said quietly. “We have to make this quick. I don’t know when the others will be coming back.”

You nodded despite the fact that he couldn’t see you, eager to finally get release with Jeonghan being away from you—physically, at least.

“Are you doing it my way or yours?” He asked, pushing down his sweatpants just enough so that his cock could spring free. He spat into his palm, hissing as he started to stroke himself.

“Yours.” You replied, circling your enterancd with one of your fingers. “I like the way you do it better.”

“Hm, Good. Start with just one finger for right now, okay? Ease yourself into it.” He instructed. Eagerly, you obeyed, sinking your middle finger into your dripping cunt, a sigh of content slipping out of your lips. “Feels good, baby?”

“Mhm, yeah.” You said, slowly pulling your finger out and then sliding it back inside of you, your moaning growing louder whenever you reached your g-spot. “C-can I use another finger?”

“Hmm…not yet.” Really, even now, Jeonghan just had to be a tease. He stifled a laugh when you whined into the phone and mumbled “please, please” over and over again. “Just be patient for me, angel. You do want to cum, don’t you?”

“Yes, I need to. I-I’ll be patient, I’m sorry.”

“Good answer.” You hated the fact that you could hear the smirk in his voice, but continued on with your ministrations, finally having built up a comfortable rhythm even if you were only using one finger. “Go ahead, use another finger.”

You moaned with delight as you pushed your ring finger inside of you as you moved them quicker inside of you, your breathing growing more and more uneven and your thighs began to tremble. “Hannie, I’m—”

“Close already, angel?” He asked you.

“Yes, s-so close. Really close.”

Jeonghan groaned, speeding up the speed of his own hand, rubbing his thumb over his slit. “F-Fuck,” He moaned. “Don’t cum yet, wait for me.”

You whimpered, but seeing as you didn’t have a choice with him you did as he said while you sped up the circular motions on your clit. “Please, now?” You asked breathlessly.

“Mmm, yeah, go ahead and cum, angel. Nice and loud for me, okay?”

You finally came, your hips bucking up into your hand as you screamed Jeonghan’s name as if it was the only word you could say. On the other end of the line, Jeonghan came at the same time you did, his release shooting out all over his hand, stomach, and a little bit on his sweatpants while he let out a drawn-out whine of your name. You both listened to the sound of each others breathing go from erratic to stable before speaking again.

“Guess you were wrong, hm? You can cum without me.”

You gave him an exasperated laugh, standing up with shaky legs to toss your shorts and ruined underwear into your laundry basket and slipped into the bathroom to wash off your hand. “Only because of you, Hannie. Thank you.”

“You’re welcome, angel. And once I get home, I promise we won’t spend even a single second apart.”

You smiled, your body feeling warm with sentimentality. “Promise?”

“Promise.”

ELECTRIC. - y.jh

your best friend is many things. smart, funny, empathetic, a complete and utter pain in your ass to name but a few. and on the evening of his twenty-eighth birthday, you discover something a little unexpected: jeonghan is very afraid of thunderstorms. 

pairing : jeonghan x fem reader. content : f2?. smut. fluff. a bit of angst. comfort. (MINORS DNI) w/c : 6.3k warnings : swearing. jeonghan has astraphobia / a fear of storms (for a brief period, he's a little fragile). intentional lowercase. smut tags utc. PLEASE let me know if i've forgotten anything. notes : happy birthday to this sweetest of sweethearts. i would chew my right arm off if he asked me to. (barely proofread. if you see a typo, no you didn't.<3)

smut tags : pussy drunk jeonghan (my beloved), no real power dynamics but jh is a cocky mf and a bit of a dick, panty sniffing hehe, fingering, oral sex (f rec), reader is turned on by the storm. they're very unserious about it.

the lead actors meet in a kiss. the screen fades to black. so ends yet another round of your annual birthday movie nights.

jeonghan reaches for the remote and silences the end credit theme to the film you’ve just finished watching at the same time as you lift your head up off his shoulder, stretching high above your head and letting out perhaps the loudest yawn (-stroke-moan) of your life. your joints ache from too long spent in one, rather cramped, position, your eyes feel heavy in the late hour. the room falls almost silent around you both, save for the harsh splashing of rain against the windows. 

(this really doesn’t help the fact that you’re seconds away from falling asleep.)

“what did you think?” jeonghan asks, stretching his long legs out in front of him. 

“not my best pick,” you say, scrunching your nose a little. “not my worst, either.”

your best friend gives a short ‘ha’ of agreement, finally standing up off the couch. “couldn’t have said it better myself.” 

he gathers up the takeout boxes currently decorating his coffee table and grabs the now empty drinks glasses with his free hand, grunting softly as he stands fully upright again. you see him trying to roll out a kink in his neck and laugh from where you’re still settled comfortably in the couch cushions.

“you’re going stiff in your old age,” you tease him, grinning brightly. he fires a look at you that simultaneously dares you to keep going down this path, and yet also, tiredly agrees. “remind me to book you a good massage for your birthday next year.”

he grunts something that sounds suspiciously like an instruction to go fuck yourself as he takes his leave from the room, carrying everything that needs to be thrown away or washed up into the kitchen. you busy yourself on your phone while he’s gone, deciding to check in on your weather app. you quite like the rain and you’re really not that worried about driving home in it; you’re just curious how long it’s going to last for. 

in the delay of the app opening, a series of bright flashes bounce off every single wall in the living room. when you glance outside, the rain is falling harder than before; barely ten seconds later, a thunderclap roars through the ajar windows and you feel it all the way down into your tummy. 

you don’t have a chance to excitedly run across the room to get a look at the storm, though. a loud swear and the sound of crashing glass stings your eardrums before the rumble is even over. instead, you’re bolting through in the same direction jeonghan disappeared off in just moments ago, your heart having taken dangerous residence your stomach.

“what’s wrong?!” you ask as you skid around the corner in your socks, just managing to catch yourself from sliding straight into the wall at the end of the hallway. “i heard a—”

you freeze, then, falling silent. jeonghan is gripping onto the kitchen counter like his life depends on it with both shattered glasses laying at his feet; he looks like he’s seen a ghost, all white-knuckled and clammy and pale-lipped. it’s terrifying. 

“hey,” you say, slowly making your way into the room, mindful not to startle him and even more careful not to stand on one of the many shards on the laminate. “what happened? are you okay?”

he nods, weakly. swallows hard. blinks a few times, curls and uncurls his fingers, steps back from the counter. 

“yeah,” he breathes eventually, uncertain and still visibly shaken. he wipes his palms on his sweatpants and looks over at you, forcing a smile, but you’ve known him for entirely too long to be sold on this terrible performance. “i, uh-...”

but jeonghan stops short, shaking his head, running out of words to say. for a moment, you think maybe he’s about to apologise; that’s the shape his lips make, anyway. you cut in before he gets the chance.

“it’s okay,” you say, leaning one hip up against the counter. “go sit down, i’ll clear all this up. watch where you stand, though.”

“you don’t have to–” he starts, but you interject before he can even entertain the idea of cleaning the mess himself.

“i know i don’t, but i want to. go. i’ll only be a minute.”

begrudgingly, he agrees; you grab the broom from his kitchen cupboard and start slowly sweeping the broken glass into a dustpan while he carefully steps on the safe parts of the floor and makes his way back through to the living room. you make reasonably quick work of everything, emptying the fragments into the bin on top of the takeout boxes – all that’s left by the time you’re finished a couple of minutes later, is to try and figure out what caused all this in the first place.

jeonghan isn’t an easily shaken individual; you know this from years of experience. he seems to be able to catch you every time, without fail: whether he’s just popping out at you from behind a door and making you yelp, or he’s near-on giving you heart failure by texting you that something terrible has happened and that you need to come over, immediately, only for said ‘terrible’ thing to be that he got really comfy on the couch without making any popcorn. but regardless of all the numerous ways he manages to terrorise you, you’ve never, ever managed to do the same back to him. 

he’s always shrugged off your attempts, bragging that he just isn’t afraid of anything. so… you’re not really any closer to finding an answer at the time of going back through to the living room with your backpack slung over one shoulder.

“you wanna tell me what happened in there?” you ask, sitting down next to him on the couch. you’re sure his posture is supposed to be an attempt to convince you that he’s absolutely fine, now, but jeonghan looks stiff and is outright refusing to meet your eyes, despite your best attempts. again, unfortunately, you aren’t so easily fooled.

“i just came over dizzy,” he lies, doing his best to play it down. “maybe i stood up too fast and had a delayed reaction, i don’t know.”

“i’ve known corpses get up faster than you did, hannie,” you deadpan, laying one hand by his knee. “come on. that’s crap.”

he doesn’t quite jerk away from you, but you do feel his thigh muscles tense under your touch. you slide your palm down onto the couch between you instead in an effort to make him a tiny bit more comfortable. 

“it’s nothing,” he tries. “really. it’s–”

“jeonghan–”

“y/n.”

the room around you falls silent, both of your stubborn personalities at a stalemate. he won’t talk, and you won’t let him stay quiet. it’s been this way for years. since you were teenagers, even. you’d think he would have learned by now. (he hopes that you might have, too.)

but, there is a fact at play that makes you stop staring him down, and you relax your shoulders slightly as you sit forwards.

“i’m only letting this go because it’s your birthday,” you sigh, clasping your hands together. “if it was any other day of the week–”

“yeah, yeah. trust me. i know.”

there’s an edge to his voice that almost sounds like your jeonghan. like the teasing menace you know and adore. almost. it’s missing something. missing his usual spark.

“i swear to god, though, if i find out you’re sick and you’re not telling me,” you mutter under your breath. not quite under your breath enough, mind – he hears you perfectly, and you can see, out of the corner of his eye as you start to rummage through your backpack for your car keys, the way his ears prick up.

“don’t be stupid, i’m not sick,” he says. the truth in these words, specifically, is evident in the weight of his voice, in the way his fingers brush against the small of your back. “i swear.”

“pinky swear?” you ask, turning to look at him over one shoulder.

he holds out his little finger on his right hand for you, both eyebrows raised in a silent challenge. you pinch your lips tight before hooking your own pinky through his, leaning in and pressing a short kiss to the pad of your thumb. the way you used to when you were kids. ‘you really can’t break those.’ he used to say. ‘they’re like, triple the strength’. saved for really important promises. when he does the same, you know you can believe him.

“okay,” you concede, going back to your search. “in that case – i think i’m gonna head on home before the roads get flooded.” you had to learn the hard way that the drains in this part of town aren’t known for their ability to handle much more than a middling rainfall.

somehow – always, somehow – buried at the very bottom of your backpack, you manage to find your keys and your hand curls around them as soon as you feel one of the rough edges against your fingertips. it’s barely been three seconds since your announcement, but jeonghan has managed to shuffle right into your personal bubble anyway and is now sitting with one arm pressed fully against your own.

“i don’t know if it’s safe to drive when it’s like this,” he says quietly. “it seems dangerous.”

“i think i’ll be okay if i leave, like, soon,” you try to reassure him. 

“you think,” he repeats, narrowing his eyes at you. 

“i’ve driven in so much worse, believe me,” you say. “don’t worry, i’ll be careful.”

“why don’t you just stay the night?” he offers. “you’re not working tomorrow, are you?”

“i’m not,” you confirm, and you do genuinely consider the offer for a moment before deciding to decline. “but i need a shower, and–”

jeonghan interrupts you, a little too quickly. “you can use my shower, i’ve got spare towels. i’ll sleep on the couch. don’t drive in this.”

“hannie, stop worrying,” you laugh, starting towards the door. “i promise, i’ll go slow and i’ll text you the second i’m home.”

“y/n,” he sighs, stepping towards you, jaw tense. “please. just this once.”

you swallow, looking all over his face, trying to figure out what train of thought the cogs behind his eyes are turning in tune with, why he’s so stressed about this. you’ve never known him behave like this sober. (you’ve only ever known him to be like this once, at all, and he tried to kiss you, then, so–)

“i really…” you start, only to be interrupted by another brilliant white flash. your eyes dart to the window just in time to see the lightning bolt through the clouds, and you feel your face noticeably soften in wonder. barely four seconds later – it’s getting closer – the loudest thunder clap you think you’ve heard in your life drowns out every thought you’ve ever had. 

every thought, except the sudden pressure of jeonghan’s fist around your forearm. every thought, except the stuttered gasp he lets slip. every thought, except the sudden fear in his too-wide-eyes.

oh, you think, realisation dawning on you as the blunt press of his nails grows just a fraction softer in time with the end of the rumble. that’s…

“it’s okay,” you say softly, taking a step closer to jeonghan and opening your arms for him to step into. “it’s okay. i’m here.”

he falls against you like an unsteady house of cards, his arms tight around your back and his head buried into the place in your shoulder where it fits the best. you’ve never seen him like this, and you’re not really sure what to do with yourself; he’s always been the sturdy one, between the two of you. he’s always been your rock. there’s a little bit of an irony in how he’s always been the one to help you weather the storm, but with the shoe on the other foot…

“how can i help you?” you ask, trailing your fingers up and down his back, not really sure that he can feel you through the thick material of his sweatshirt but you’re trying your best, anyway. 

he squeezes you tighter, buries his head further down into your shoulder, takes a few shaky breaths in through his mouth and screws his eyes shut a little more before he makes his request. 

“please stay with me.”

if your heart wasn’t aching for him before, it most certainly is now. you nod to the room at large, hoping jeonghan can feel the movement even a little. you don’t loosen your hold around him, though: you let your best friend cling to you for as long as his muscles will allow before they start to ache and he has to step away. 

“come with me,” you say once he’s finished running his fingers through his hair, trying to set it back to rights. “it’s okay.” you hold one of your hands out to him and he takes it, albeit apprehensively; giving his palm a squeeze with your own, you guide him through the apartment towards his bedroom.

“what are you–?” he asks, and despite his earlier hesitance to hold onto your hand, he doesn’t want to let go of you now you’ve reached your destination. he just stands next to you, fingers threaded through yours, looking at your face with tired eyes and a lifted brow. 

“grab your bedsheets,” you tell him, shaking your hand free. “and your pillows. we’re gonna make a fort.”

“a what?”

“a blanket fort,” you say. “to hide from the storm.”

he doesn’t say anything for a moment, and for a brief second, you think maybe the idea has offended him. his face hasn’t lifted into the smile you sort of expected it to; instead, he’s just staring down at his bed as if he’s trying to will himself out of existence.

“we don’t have to do all that,” he says. “it’s… that’s way too much?”

“it’s your birthday,” you counter. “and i want to make you a birthday fort. like we used to, when we were kids. it’ll be fun!”

he gives a little sigh, but it’s not one of sadness or exasperation with you. it’s defeat. except, you think if you could taste it, you’d be able to pick up a tiny lacing of sweetness in his exhale. 

“fine. you’re building it, though.”

you think it’s safe to say that perhaps, you’re a bit out of practice. you distinctly remember this being much easier when you were young: throwing bedsheets and blankets over the couch and propping them up with chairs or broomsticks. the forts that you would make as a child were, truly, a sight to behold: you used fairy-lights to decorate one, once, and it still remains one of your most prideful projects to date. the slight catastrophe that sits in jeonghan’s living room by the time you’ve finished laying out the last few pillows is… more a cave, in your opinion, and not a very pretty one, but you emerge from it smiling anyway and jeonghan looks at you so fondly that no matter how rubbish it is, it’s worth the half an hour you spent putting it together.

“what do you think?” you ask, sitting back on your heels.

“it’s not your best,” jeonghan teases as he walks towards your monstrosity masterpiece, critically eyeing the ‘roof’ that would definitely fail any kind of health and safety audit. “but it’s not your worst, either.”

a bright smile lights up your face as he drops down to his knees and crawls inside the space alongside you, letting the ‘door’ (a particularly thick blanket) fall down behind him. one of the (many, many, many, many, many) problems you encountered was trying to make one of these to fit two grown adults, but with him tucked away inside with you and a few flashlights to prevent you from being plunged into darkness… ignoring the potential for it all to come collapsing in on you at any given time, it’s surprisingly comfortable. 

you lay back against the pillows first and jeonghan follows soon after, a weirdly gleeful smile playing at his lips as he does. he curls into your side and you talk, and talk, and talk. about everything. about nothing. it doesn’t really matter.

you’re not quite sure why, but the deep roars of the storm outside don’t seem to bother jeonghan quite as much in here. maybe it’s because he’s not alone, and there’s no imminent threat for him to be: maybe your company really is making a difference. he still reaches for you every time there’s a particularly loud clap, still closes his eyes and takes a series of deep breaths until his stress passes, but for whatever reason, he feels significantly less tense.

and when, after the third boom, he decides just… not to let go of your hand? who are you to try and force him?

there’s… just one problem, though. you’re ecstatic that the storm isn’t bothering jeonghan as much, now. that he can talk absolute nonsense to you in your private little hideaway, that he can lean his head against your shoulder and chuckle at your bad jokes and even crack a few of his own. genuinely, you could not be happier. for him.

but there was more reason than wanting to sleep in your own bed that had you desperately trying to get home before you realised the gravity of your best friend’s situation. 

with every new growl of thunder outside, something low in your stomach twists, accompanied by an ache, a warmth, a throbbing between your thighs. at first, it was easy enough to battle through. you kept telling yourself that the thunder never lasts too long, that you could get through this without jeonghan being any the wiser, that everything was going to be fine. but now, almost an hour later, the buzz of electricity in the atmosphere and the entirely-too-addicting scent of your best friend’s fabric softener has you feeling hot enough you could faint.

you twist and shuffle over and over, hoping to find a position that eases the throbbing. it’s fine, you think, taking a deep breath and praying to every deity you can recall by name that jeonghan doesn’t notice your discomfort. i can do this. it’s fine. just a little while longer.

a spectacular boom sounds through the apartment and jeonghan’s fingers tighten around yours so much that, against all your better judgement, you let out a loud gasp. not out of pain, though – no, you wish. if only it was that easy. ha. no – as he squeezes your hand, images flash through your mind of him being the one to relieve you of the tension building up beneath your skin. of him gripping and grasping and tugging, thrusting, tasting, adoring. your throat runs dry and you squeeze your thighs together desperately, pinching your lips tight, willing your pounding heart to calm the fuck down. willing your cunt to stop drooling into your panties.

“fuck,” you breathe when he finally lets go. you feel him shuffle at your side and prop himself up on one elbow, looking down at your face with mild terror written into the lines of his own.

“i’m so sorry – did that hurt?” he asks, searching your eyes for any kind of clue. you wish he wouldn’t. surely, you think, pressing your tongue harshly against the roof of your mouth, surely my pupils are blown to oblivion, right now.

you shake your head, not trusting yourself to speak.

“are you sure?” he asks, slowly running his fingers down your arm, moving to take hold of your hand again if you’ll let him. you flinch, the drag of his nails akin to an electric shock – like being struck by lightning, you tell yourself – and he snaps his hand back straight away. “what’s wrong?”

“nothing,” you hurry, pushing yourself up to sit (almost head-butting him in the process) and groaning at the way the seam on your jeans rubs against your clit. who wears fucking jeans to a movie night? what absolute moron–

“do you feel okay?” jeonghan questions, sitting fully upright now too. “do you think it was the foo–”

“oh my god, please,” you whimper, bowing your head, letting your hair fall around your face, shielding you from him. just a little. not quite enough. “please. i’m fine. stop asking. i’m fine.”

“said everyone, ever, who was in fact – not fine,” jeonghan quips. “do you need water? i can help, just talk to me–”

“jeonghan,” you snap, whipping your head back up. your face feels hot and you don’t know if you’ve ever felt this tense before in all your years on this earth. all your muscles are tweaking in anticipation for something that most certainly is not going to happen, and you really need him to stop talking in that deep, smooth, caring voice. with immediate effect. for the love of god – 

…and heaven above, the penny drops. 

jeonghan’s concerned expression turns to one of complete shock and you cover your face with both hands, trying so desperately hard not to be perceived by him in this most humiliating of moments. he doesn’t say anything for a second, and you tell yourself that he’s probably trying to find either a terrible joke to ease the tension or a way to tell you to go home. you don’t know which would be worse, but it’s only a matter of time until you find out.

therefore, you definitely don’t expect him to pry your hands away from your cheeks, and for his shit-eating, impishly charming, handsome-as-fuck grin to be the first thing your eyes land on when you open them.

“really? thunderstorms?” he asks, close enough that you feel the breaths that his words don’t quite steal. “that’s your kink?”

“it’s not a kink,” you whine, throwing your hands down either side of you. he doesn’t release his hold on your wrist, though. “come on, don’t be–”

“of all the things you could be into,” he says. oh, he’s back. he’s back with a vengeance. you suppose, really, you should be glad that he’s feeling more like his usual self, but the fact that it’s at your expense? that there’s no-one else around for him to turn on instead? that this is your topic of conversation at ten past midnight on his living room floor?

“hannie, please,” you huff, lips drawing downwards into a frowning pout. the ache isn’t going away. why isn’t it going away? why is this cocky, smirking version of your best friend making you feel even hotter under the collar? what’s going on? “don’t you think i’ve suffered enough?”

“not even nearly,” he says, sitting up on his knees, resting his palms on his thighs. “since when? how did you even fig–”

boom.

and his jaw falls slack, watching you squirm.

you’re quite literally fighting for your life. or, at minimum, for your friendship. because, really, you could jump jeonghan’s bones right now and you don’t actually think he’d turn you down (something to be filed under: thoughts that are not making this any easier). but that’s not what you’re trying to do; you’re trying to help him feel better, and take his mind off his fear, and when he pulls his bottom lip between his bottom teeth before speaking –

“okay, wait. hear me out.”

to both of your surprises, you do. you don’t try and protest, which he was sort of expecting you to do. you don’t tell him to shut up, you don’t try and get away from him. you sit there, eyes wide, hands curling into the blankets beneath your slowly numbing ass, and you wait for him to continue.

“i can help you.”

your heart shoots up into your throat and you struggle to swallow around it. your breaths are heavy, laboured, your lips parted and a little swollen from how you’ve been biting at them for the past hour and a bit.

“you don’t have to–”

“shut up, y/n,” he says dismissively, crawling in front of you and lifting your hands away from the bedding you’re kneading (pathetically, in his professional opinion) like a cat. “listen. you’ve helped me so much tonight, you don’t even know. let me return the favour.”

“hannie…”

“hannie,” he whines, in a poor imitation of your voice. “hannie, i only helped you because you needed me– is that it? look at you, y/n. you’re a mess.”

if this were anyone else, you’d be livid. not only at the way he so effortlessly makes fun of you, but at the fact that he accurately finished your sentence without having anything more than an affectionate nickname to work from as a hint. you don’t know what to say, suddenly stunned into silence, but it’s all right. you don’t need to say anything; he keeps going.

“you need me. let me help you – look. it’s my birthday.”

he wants this, you think to yourself, growing slightly concerned by the way your heart continues to hammer in your throat. he wants… me.

you give one slow, but definite, nod of your head and jeonghan’s grin grows from cocky to genuine. he crawls until he’s right up in your space, lifting a hand to your cheek, and you forget how to breathe for a moment as he looks you in the eyes with more heat than the mid-august sun.

“lie down,” he says, pushing that last little bit closer and capturing your lips in a kiss. it’s short, but mind-boggling. your brain goes totally blank when he pulls away. “it’s okay. i’ve got you.”

but you do as he says and shuffle around the little fort so you’re on your back, head resting against one of the many pillows you’re grateful you brought in here with you. he crawls on top of you, then, caging you in with one hand either side of your head, settling with one of his knees slotted between your just-parted thighs. 

“okay?” he asks, searching your face for any signs of discomfort or worry. he doesn’t find any, though – he’s met only with a perhaps too enthusiastic nod and your hands playing at the hem of his sweatshirt. he chuckles, bending down to kiss you again, a little deeper this time, a little longer. open-mouthed and hot, swiping his tongue over your bottom lip, dropping onto one elbow so his torso lies almost flush against yours. 

“easy, tiger. taking care of you, right now.”

you sigh as his lips start to descend down the column of your throat, and you press your shoulders back into the blankets to try and push that little bit closer to him. one of his hands slips beneath your own shirt and his palm comes to rest flush against your hip, dragging his thumb in small circles over your skin. 

“this,” he mumbles into your collarbone, tugging the neckline of the garment between his teeth for a moment so you know what he’s referring to. “off.”

“bossy,” you mumble, your body cold all of a sudden as he sits back away from you and you tug your t-shirt off over your head. as you do, he reaches behind his neck and tugs off his sweatshirt as well before he tosses it up near your head, out of the way.

now, this is certainly not the first time you’ve ever been around jeonghan without anything covering his top half, but it is something that you rarely get the chance to see. if it’s not the fact that he’s chronically freezing cold, it’s because he’s grown emotionally attached to some of the baggiest tops known to mankind, or he’s worried about getting a sunburn so is still covered up at the beach. for one reason or another, this just isn’t something you’re blessed to see very often, and he looks so good you almost forget that it’s him.

of course, that only lasts until he says something really fucking dumb. in other words, all of about three seconds.

“how… practical,” he says, eyes trained down on the bra covering your tits. in a way, it’s probably a good thing you’ve snapped back to your senses, because you once again find yourself thinking that if this were anyone else, you’d have told them to get off you and never call you again.

but why is jeonghan, of all people, criticising your choice of comfy underwear… weirdly endearing?

“sorry,” you grunt, making no effort to hide the (flesh-toned, full-coverage, entirely too old) bra that he’s looking at like it’s personally offending him. “didn’t expect to need to impress, tonight.”

“don’t be sorry,” jeonghan says, shaking his head as he unpops the button on your jeans and tugs them down over your hips. “just… do better next time, yeah?”

you laugh so suddenly, so abruptly, so loudly that you choke on your own spit and end up coughing a little, propping up on one elbow to try and relieve the burn in your lungs as he continues to work your pants off your legs. by the time he scrunches them into a ball and puts them to the side, too, you’ve managed to catch your breath, and gasp out, “next time?”

“next time,” he nods, making himself comfortable between your thighs. he lays one palm on the inside of each knee, pushing them as far apart as your hips will allow, before he brings one hand over your covered cunt and drags his thumb up and down your slit.

you don’t even get a chance to ask why he’s so sure there’ll be a next time. he skillfully works you through the material and in seconds, has you tipping your head back into the pillows, moaning at the overwhelming feeling of finally being touched.

“so fucking wet,” he sighs, feeling your arousal through the cotton of your underwear, pressing the material between your folds. his thumb circles your clit over and over, the pressure just right – not so light that he’s teasing, not so hard that you’re squirming away from him. hell, if you knew he was this good, you’d have dragged him into bed years ago.

“come on, hannie,” you gulp as he starts to work his thumb faster, starts to massage at your inner thigh with his other hand. “need more…”

well, he doesn’t need to be told twice. you lift your hips and he tugs your panties down your thighs, unhooking them from around your ankles. you expect him to, you know, return to business, but he does something just a little bit unhinged first and brings your soaked underwear up to his face. you hear how deeply, how loudly he inhales, the subsequent groan he gives even louder, and you swear the reason you end up bumping his hip with your knee is to bring him back to earth, because it actually feels like he’s forgotten you’re lying right there.

“i’ll do it myself, in a minute,” you threaten, and jeonghan grins wickedly down at you as he lowers your panties down to join the rest of your discarded clothes. 

“no you won’t,” he tells you – he tells you? – , finally now lying down between your legs, just inches away from your glistening cunt. “god – as if i’d ever let that happen.”

“i swear– ” you start, half a second before one of his fingers presses against your hole. you stop talking with a gasp, a hand flying to your chest and squeezing against your tit. just like that. in a heartbeat, you’re done for. 

he seems intent on gathering as much of your arousal on his fingertip as he possibly can, running it through your folds, pressing it inside you, smearing your slick all over and then some like a fucked-up painting. only once he’s satisfied does he finally start to work his finger in and out, pressing his lips just above where your clit is begging for his attention.

“don’t play stupid,” you chide him when he looks up at you through his lashes, eyes wide and feigning innocence. “if you can find it through my underwear, you can find it now.”

“bossy,” jeonghan tuts. “what’s with the rush, huh?” 

and he adds another finger to the first, both long and elegant and reaching spots inside you that your own physically can’t. you keen against your will, hips reacting of their own accord, trying to fuck your pussy down against his hand. he makes no effort to stop you.

“m’not gonna beg,” you tell him. “just – fuck, get your mouth on me. now.”

to his credit, he does.

and more to his credit, being eaten out has never, ever felt this good.

the hand not grasping at your chest shoots down to tangle in his long, silky hair, and jeonghan moans loudly against your pussy as he laves his tongue everywhere he can. over your clit, between your folds, slipping it inside your hole in place of his fingers – he’s relentless, slurping and groaning and finding some sort of insane stamina from somewhere deep in his soul. you swear to god, this is not the man who sometimes falls asleep with his light on because he doesn’t have the energy to get up and turn them off.

within a matter of minutes, you can feel the coil in the pit of your stomach growing tighter and tighter, your walls fluttering around his fingers, your moans and whines only getting louder by the minute. your legs are shaking. your thoughts are little more than static, and him. at some point – you don’t know when –, jeonghan reached around your hips to pull your thighs together and clamped them around his ears, mumbling against your clit something to the effect of to help with the thunder. (you don’t mention that there hasn’t actually been another thunder crack since he started making out with your pussy. it doesn’t feel relevant, somehow.)

every time you tighten your thighs, every time you squirm, he hugs you tighter against his cheeks and you just end up humping against his tongue. something tells you maybe that was the plan all along? 

sparks of energy start to prickle all over your skin as you teeter on the edge of your high. your fist tightens in jeonghan’s hair, your breaths become fewer and further between. it’s frankly a bit of a miracle you’ve even managed to last this long – you held back as long as you could, determined to milk as much of the pleasure his hands and his mouth so skillfully bring as you can. just in case there’s no next time, but… hell, do you hope there is.

“hannie, i’m–” you gasp, his fingers curling upwards again and resuming their earlier assault on your g-spot. “fuck, hannie, i’m so close–”

“mm, have been for a while, huh?” he asks, drawing his mouth away from you, licking his tongue over his arousal-slickened lips. “you’ve been holding out on me.”

“yeah, but-... i wanna come so bad,” you swallow. jeonghan flicks his tongue out over your clit again and you jolt up into the touch. “please, don’t stop.”

“won’t,” he promises. and it’s the last thing he says before his lips meet your pussy again and he brings you over the edge into the most electrifying of climaxes.

by the time you’ve stopped twitching with the aftershocks of your orgasm, jeonghan is sat up on his knees again, softly massaging at your hips with his thumbs. your vision is still kind of fuzzy at the edges when you glance up at him, and for a moment, with a hazy outline and an amber glow behind him owed to the flashlight you set at the entrance to the fort, you think he looks a little too much like an angel.

“where the hell did that come from?” you ask him, fighting against the squirming in your belly. fighting against the sensation that feels a little too much like butterflies. 

“really?” he asks in a breathy laugh. “that’s-... i mean, do you actually want to know, or…?”

you mull this over for a moment before crossing your arms over your eyes and concealing yourself from his view, shaking your head. one part of you is morbidly curious as to how he got so good at giving head. the other part of you is too busy trying to gather the brain cells he just sent flying across about eight different dimensions.

“i think you’ve broken me, jeonghan,” you breathe, feeling more than seeing him lie down next to you again. his lips press sweetly against the curve of your shoulder. warmth radiates from that one spot, all over your body. you smile, like a complete loser. 

what’s worse is that you really don’t mind.

“is that a yes, then?” he asks, slinging an arm over your waist. you turn your head to look at him, eyes crossing a little with how unexpectedly close he is. 

“yes to what?” 

“to next time,” he says. his grin matches yours and you nod your head at him, yes. in your peripheral vision, you notice how he lifts one hand, extends his little finger. straight in front of you, you see both of his eyebrows raise.

you pinch your lips tight before hooking your own pinky through his, leaning in and pressing a short kiss to the pad of your thumb. the way you used to when you were kids. ‘you really can’t break those.’ he used to say. ‘they’re like, triple the strength’. 

saved for really important promises.

“to next time.”

thank u so much for reading, i hope you enjoyed this. as always, your likes/reblogs/comments and feedback are always deeply appreciated.&lt;3

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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hey, I wanted to request a Jeonghan x Reader, fluff + angsty thingy? thank you in advance doe 🫶🏻

I hope you like it! I had a brainstorm for it already lingering so this request was EXACTLY what I needed!

Synopsis: After a fight, Jeonghan brings home a Lego set and starts working on it right in front of you. Does he not want to talk about it?

Tags: Slight Angst, Established Relationship, NonIdol!AU, Fluff, One-shot

Length: aapprox. 2.9k words

Jeonghan x Reader - For You

The sound of the apartment door closing did not make you look up from your book on the couch. The kicking and thumping of shoes in the entryway only made you turn your pages, and the sound of footsteps entering the apartment didn’t even pull your eyes up. 

It wasn’t until there was a commotion at the coffee table that you saw it being used. In front of you was Jeonghan, your boyfriend, pulling out a large Lego set. When his eyes shot up in your direction, you simply greeted him with a raise of your eyebrows and a flick of your eyes back down to your book, turning the page once again. A little hum was heard across from you, but you didn’t acknowledge it.

“Mind if I sit here?” he asked, though he was already doing so. 

You took a deep breath. The coffee table always had the best space for Jeonghan’s Lego sets. “...Sure,” you said, but your eyes remained glued on one word in the book, rereading it multiple times to look indifferent. Jeonghan hummed in thanks. 

You and Jeonghan had gotten into an argument earlier that way. Over what? You were too heated to remember. Something about work, because it was always about work when the two of you started fighting. After the shouting and the tears in your eyes, all you remember was storming into your room, and Jeonghan left minutes later. It took another twenty minutes of silence for you to exit the room, sitting on the couch where you’d remained ever since. 

But Jeonghan plopping down at the coffee table without saying anything might be the thing to change that. The fight still sat heavy in your bones, your pillow still damp from hysterical crying on the phone to Joshua and Seokmin for an hour. And Jeonghan didn’t seem to care one bit. 

He always kept to himself after a fight, using that space to cool down before the both of you talked it out. But wasn’t that why he left the house in the first place? When you turned the next page of your book, ending the chapter, your eyes lifted to him again. He was organizing his legos, eyes focused on the task at hand. He was reading the first set of instructions for his design. When your eyes fell to the box, you saw him place it under the coffee table and out of view. 

The both of you sat in awkward silence for a little while, you trying your best to focus on the book in your hands while Jeonghan silently shuffled through plastic Lego pieces, the clicking sound echoing through the little apartment. Sitting in silence when there was so much tension was sickening, and you never understood how Jeonghan was able to do it so easily. How he was able to move on without so much as a word about it, a huff, not even an apologetic glance. His eyes were as neutral as they were beautiful and it was infuriating. Every time. 

I can’t sit here. You thought to yourself when you saw Jeonghan sift through a little pile of white pieces. The sound of your book closing overtook the plastic clinking together momentarily, and Jeonghan’s eyes met yours once more. He blinked. 

“Are you going inside?” 

“I might.” You said. 

Jeonghan blinked. Opening his mouth a few times, you thought he was finally going to utter some sort of an apology. Or beg you to sit and keep him company. Something that you could use to leverage a conversation about what happened. But he simply brushed his shoulder-length black hair out of his face and asked: “Can you hand me that piece?” he pointed to a red piece that had broken away from the rest when the pack first opened. With a sigh, you knelt and took the piece from the other end of the table, sliding it back over until it clinked against his waiting palm. “Thanks.” and with a nod, he simply returned to his work. 

Almost dumbfounded, you stood there and watched as Jeonghan clicked the red piece into place. Wherever he worked on a new set you couldn’t help but be curious as to what he was making, but you simply avoided your gaze. The tension was still so palpable that you felt like you would choke on it. When would he put that down? It would only take a few seconds. Was that new set more important than-?

“Can you bring me that basket of extra Lego pieces in our closet?”

“Wh-?” the question almost made you stumble despite standing still, and you stared at him. “Your Lego basket?”

“Yeah. It’s in the closet right under.”

“I know where it is.” you huffed, slamming your book onto the couch and storming into the bedroom. You were unaware of how desperately you wanted to create some distance until your feet started moving. But when you scanned the bedroom, eyes falling right on the closet, you debated simply staying in the room and not bringing the bag out to him. He could easily come and get it himself, maybe it would pull him away from his new interest long enough to solve this awkward tension between you.

However, you felt your feet carry you to the closet, kneeling to pull out the little basket of extra Lego pieces he’d been collecting since long before the two of you got together. You could hear shuffling out in the other room, and like a magnet, you felt your feet spin and begin walking. I’ll just drop it and not say a word. I’m going inside. If he wants to play this game, I can too. And I’ll win. 

Jeonghan looked up when he saw you bring the basket out, face still his neutral appearance of indifference. It seemed nothing on the table had changed, so whatever he needed, would hopefully be in the basket. As promised, you set the basket on the floor beside him without a word, not even a huff as you straightened your body. Jeonghan turned his head, peering into the basket curiously. The second his hand dipped in and he began digging, you saw his brows furrow in annoyance. But you weren’t going to let him win. You weren’t. You couldn’t. 

You plopped yourself back down on the couch, kicking one leg over the other and grabbing your book. And just like that, the tension settled back over the two of you once again. 

You weren’t sure how much time had passed, but you knew that it was making your chest tighter and tighter with each passing minute. This game was always hard to play, even when Jeonghan wasn’t distracted with Legos or work or his phone. Just sitting in silence when so many unspoken things were settled between the both of you…neither of you dared to start the conversation, it seemed. 

Jeonghan, however, had no problem talking. He opened the next bag and looked back up at you. “Can you pass me that green stem piece?” 

Instinct kicked in, and you looked up from your book to search for the piece. “Where?” Jeonghan’s lips quirked into a smirk, watching as you covered your mouth and looked back at your book.

“Never mind,” he said, reaching and getting it himself. A beat of silence before he said: “You don’t have to sit in here with me.” Your eyes cast up to him. “If you don’t want to.”

Your frown tightened just a bit, thumbing through the pages of your book. You were here first why did you have to leave? Forget that one thought of leaving the room after bringing him his basket, it didn’t matter. Especially now that Jeonghan was practically telling you to leave! Pulling your growing frustration deep into your core, you simply pulled your feet up onto the couch and continued reading your book. Jeonghan hummed. “Alright, then.” 

A few more clicks of Lego pieces and you looked up at him. He seemed to have gotten what looked to be a brown pot with red and white decorations half completed, and you tilted your head. He was as focused as ever, sifting between what he was given and the basket of extra just in case. You watched form behind your book as he moved seamlessly in one spot, muttering to himself as he clicked pieces together. Without realizing you were doing so, you slid off the couch and across from him on the coffee table, setting your book down. Jeonghan only glanced at you for a second, the corner of his lip quirking into a little smile before he continued working. It didn’t matter. You still weren’t talking to him. You just…the floor was more comfortable. 

Maybe if I just stare at him, he’ll finally get the hint. You thought to yourself, eyes boring into him. He might just think I’m over it. However, the longer you stared, the harder you stared, Jeonghan just kept working. He didn’t even glance up at you again until you huffed in annoyance. With another couple of clicks, the brown pot was done. He opened another plastic bag of pieces and turned in the directions. You followed every movement, your eyes straining from how hard you were staring. No luck. Jeonghan was so stubborn when he wanted to be. 

When Jeonghan leaned forward to get the next piece needed, you leaned forward as well. His eyes flickered to you for a second, and that second left you hopeful. But he simply looked back down at his work, and you wondered if that second of hopefulness reflected in your face. He thought everything was ok. 

As silence returned to the coffee table, you watched his hands move and work. The longer you watched, the heavier your eyes felt. The heavier your eyes felt, the more they began to sting with the desire to relieve yourself of some of that heaviness. Some of the heaviness you’ve felt for hours since this stupid fight happened. 

And he looks completely unaffected. 

You inhaled to take a breath but didn’t realize how hard it shook your chest, causing you to immediately turn your head and cough. Out of the corner of your eye, Jeonghan’s hand stopped and he looked up at you. You covered your mouth with one hand, the other wiping your eyes with the sleeve of your shirt. Then, it happened. Jeonghan scooted around the coffee table until he was at your side, but you refused to look at him. You could feel his hand on the small of your back, and he softly said your name. You could hear the concern on the one word, the tone that indicated he knew he had waited far too long to start bringing this up. “Are you-?”

“Forget it, I’m fine.” You said. “Work on your thing, I’m good. Just swallowed…swallowed some air.” Despite not turning to see Jeonghan’s expression, you could tell he wasn’t convinced. 

“C’mere,” he said, reaching his arm forward and pulling you closer to his side. You looked up at him as he tucked your head gently into his shoulder, his own resting on top. The hand that wasn’t now gently guiding your arm had reached back out to the instructions of the Lego set, pulling across the table and onto his lap. He thumbed the previous few pages, before whispering: “I think this set is missing some pieces. Should I take it back?”

“What?” you coughed out, tilting your head up. “Is that really what you’re so worried about?”

“Hm? What are you worried about?” he asked. He saw your eyes widen, and he responded by squeezing your bicep and setting the instructions aside. “Is it still bothering you?”

“Yeah, of course! How could it not?!” you shifted enough to get a good look at him. “You left for hours after and…for the past hour you’ve been home we haven’t….spoken anything of it. You’ve been working on this….like nothing happened!” Jeonghan was silent for a second, watching as you wiped your eyes. 

“Mmmmm, well when I came home I saw how upset you were when you looked at me,” he said. “I thought I should wait until you felt ready to talk about it with me…”

“Aren’t you upset?” You asked. 

“I guess.” he reached for a Lego, fiddling it in his free hand. “Being out cooled my head down a bit. I probably gave you more reason to be angry this time, so it wouldn’t be my place to decide when you’re ready to talk about it.” He chuckled. “I’m not very good at reading people, it seems.”

You sighed, reaching forward and taking the piece out of his hand, using your nail to easily snap off another piece that was attached. Jeonghan hummed. “Oh, that’s where it was.” he chuckled a bit, both of you now playing with identical plastic Lego pieces. You squeezed the piece in between your fingers, letting the ridges press into your flesh as you did so. “I’m sorry,” he said gently. “I just wanted you to feel ready to talk.”

“I’ve wanted to talk since you left….” you whispered, not looking at him as you continued to spin the piece in your hands. Jeonghan looked at you. “But whatever…it doesn’t matter anymore. I just want to forget about it.”

“You sure?” Jeonghan asked. “You look upset.” Despite that being true, you nodded your head, setting the piece back into his open palm. When he took it, his fingers curled around your own, turning it gently to place a kiss on your knuckles. “Then, do you want to help me finish this?”

“...What even is this?” You asked curiously. Jeonghan hummed, tilting his head. 

“I want it to be a surprise,” he said. 

“Oh come on…” you sighed. “After everything you put me through?” Jeonghan chuckled, leaning over to place a kiss on your temple. 

“Yes,” he said. “I’m almost done with it, anyway. Can’t you tell?” He motioned to the pot sitting across from the both of you, then to what looked to be a stem and different colored petals. 

“Flowers?” you asked, leaning forward with Jeonghan as he pulled the pieces closer to you. “Here. Can you get these round, red pieces? They’re going to make the petals.” 

When you looked up at Jeonghan as he gave the request, you felt another deep breath take over your body. Only this time, your body didn’t curl in on itself or shake with violent coughs. You simply nodded your head, turning to shuffle through for the desired pieces. 

The silence at the coffee table was still prevalent, but not as tense or uncomfortable as it was before. Despite neither of you taking the time to talk about what had transpired yet, having Jeonghan right at your side, gently chatting with you about the flowers, and clicking pieces together with you seemed to be enough to ease you for now. Even if things weren’t fully resolved at the moment, the way Jeonghan felt onto the small of your back with one hand, and leaned against you with an amused giggle as you both frantically tried to find desired pieces or snap them together, you knew things would be. 

It took another hour and a half, the moon already hanging high over the apartment, when the flower pot was complete. You sighed, resting your elbow on the coffee table and looking over it with tired eyes. “It looks good,” you said.

“It does.” He agreed, only to take the set and pull it closer to you. You watched with curious eyes as he slid it close to you and smiled. “Here,” he said. 

“What are you doing?” you asked, wrapping your hands around the base of the brown flower pot. Jeonghan shifted in his seat, eyeing you.

“They’re for you. Flowers.” he nodded.

“What?” you snorted. “These are flowers for me?” 

“Yeah.” Jeonghan’s tongue poked from his lips, swiping along the bottom one briefly. “I was going to get you regular flowers, but those die,” he said simply. Reaching forward, he poked the red flower hidden within the plastic bouquet. “These won’t. Like my love for you…” 

“Ah…” you felt your cheeks heat up, covering them with your hands. Jeonghan chuckled in amusement, his cheeks a lighter shade of pink once those words left his mouth. “That’s cheesy.”

“You didn’t like it?”

“I didn’t say that.” you corrected. Jeonghan chuckled, watching as you examined the Lego set in your hands, a faint smile on your face. 

“I am sorry for before,” he said again. “I didn’t mean to upset you.”

“...I’m sorry too…” you said, eyeing him. “I don’t even remember what we were fighting about.” Jeonghan shrugged. 

“I don’t, either.” He said simply, pulling you back into his side. You set the flower pot back on the coffee table, currently surrounded by empty plastic bags and boxes that needed to be cleared away. “But it upset you, so it’s important enough to warrant an apology.”

“Mmm..” you nodded, pressing into his side. The both of you sat in silence for a minute, your eyes studying the flowers until you asked. “Do you have any other sets we can put together?”

Jeonghan let out an eager little hum, nodding his head. “I do, indeed,” he said, your smile matching his as you watched him get up from his seat. As you watched him walk away, you felt silence fall across the coffee table again. But this time, it didn’t feel tense or awkward at all. 

It felt good.  

like a chair

member — jeonghan x f reader genre — smut word count — 1.4k synopsis — when jeonghan tells you to sit, you sit. smut warnings — descriptions of female anatomy, face sitting, oral (reader receiving), hair pulling (jh receiving), overstimulation (both receiving), pet names (princess, baby), jeonghan is a dirty little masochist and he cums in his pants notes — jeonghan pussy eater agenda everyone say amen. tagging @duhnova because they'd be mad at me if i didn't

there’s a muffled noise between your legs and you lift your hips up, wincing at the sudden feeling of cold air.

“why’d you move?” jeonghan asks below you, clearly out of breath but pretending not to be. he’s wearing nothing except for his sweatpants, his bare arms wrapped securely around your thighs as he lays against the bed.

you look down at him, unconsciously squeezing your legs around his head when you see the mess around his mouth. his cheeks are a deep shade of pink and his lips are swollen and sticky, glistening with spit and slick. “you were trying to say something?”

“just talking to myself about how good you taste.” he smirks and tugs at your thighs to pull you back down onto his mouth, flicking his tongue upwards through your folds when you try to resist.

you frown and cross your arms, ignoring the tingling in your stomach as you watch his nails dig into your skin, his fingers turning pale at the tightness of his grip. “well, don’t do that. it makes me think i’m suffocating you.”

“princess, i appreciate your concern, but when i say sit on my face, i mean sit. like a chair. don’t think about me.”

“hannie—”

but before you can say anything he yanks you down hard, catching you off guard as you fall against his waiting mouth. you whimper as his lips immediately wrap around your clit, one hand shooting out to grip the headboard to stabilize yourself.

you look down between your legs where you can just barely see the top half of jeonghan’s face, his tangled hair sprawled across the pillow. his eyes are the only part of him that’s visible, hungrily staring straight up at you, as if he’s daring you to sit up again and see what happens.

you throw your head back with a breathy groan. the sloppy sounds coming from beneath you go straight to your core, the knot in your stomach tightening too fast for you to keep up with.

you try your hardest to resist the urge to grind against his mouth, but he knows you too well and knows you’re holding back, which is not what he wants, despite how you worry about him. his hands slide behind your ass and you look down again, finding an almost disappointed look in his eyes as he starts to rock your hips back and forth.

your other hand falls to his hair, weaving your fingers through it and tugging as you give in, dragging your pussy across his tongue with a whine. you can feel him smile against you when you grip his hair tighter, pushing your hips into his eager mouth. 

if there’s one thing jeonghan loves more than anything in the world, it’s when you use him for your pleasure. he usually has to coax you into it at first, not wanting to hurt him, but once your orgasm starts to close in something changes and suddenly you’re more frantic with your movements, more desperate to get off, the only thought occupying your mind is how good the feeling of his mouth, or his fingers or his cock or whatever’s inside you, is.

he lets your hand in his hair guide him, pushing and pulling his head around exactly where you want him. he can tell you’ve stopped thinking, focused only on the feeling of your walls throbbing around his tongue and his nose pressed against your clit. 

he can feel his cock straining against his pants, aching from not being touched, but the wait is well worth it when he finally gets to feel you cum on his mouth. he groans at the thought and you pull his hair harder, moaning out his name as you grind down on his mouth. his grip on your ass tightens, and he can feel his own spit mixed with your wetness dripping down his chin.

“fuck, hannie, right— right there! please,” you gasp out, your thighs squeezing the sides of his head so hard it makes him dizzy.

if his mouth wasn’t currently occupied he would make you beg him for permission before you cum, but he’s feeling generous tonight, as he usually does when you let him eat you out like this.

he purses his lips around your clit, sucking as hard as he can, and he can feel your legs tense up as you finally break, a flood of wetness seeping onto his tongue. your fingers clench and unclench in his hair, almost in rhythm with the way your cunt clenches above his mouth. 

he never lets up, continuing to drag your hips as you ride his face through your orgasm. you try to lift yourself up a little, flinching away from him, but his grip on you is firm. he holds you down against his mouth as he laps at your pussy, determined to clean up every last drop that spills out of you despite your whines and pleas.

he keeps going even when you call his name, the words stuck in your throat as you struggle to breathe through the overstimulation. you tug on his hair one more time to get his attention, but instead it just pushes him over the edge before he can even see it coming.

he nearly blacks out for a second, eyes squeezed shut as he releases a guttural moan into your pussy. his fingers loosen and you finally manage to break away from him, pushing your hips away from his face and falling to the side as your legs tremble with the aftershocks of your orgasm.

without your cunt smothering his face jeonghan finally gasps for air, his mouth hanging open and his chest heaving with shallow, hurried inhales. the dark stain on his sweatpants continues to grow as he lets out soft groans, his cock jerking as warmth floods his abdomen. 

you roll onto your back and look over at him, still panting as you start to catch your breath. watching the distant look in his eyes makes you grin, and you lean over to kiss a dry spot on his cheek. his hand falls to your shoulder as he pulls you closer to kiss you properly, and you whimper at the wetness on his warm lips.

the kiss doesn’t last very long, though, and he pulls back with a long sigh, still trying to even out his breathing. you rest your head on his chest and look up at him, captivated with how fucked out he looks as you wait for him to return to you.

after a moment he looks down at you, meeting your eyes with a mischievous smile. “see? didn’t suffocate,” he says, almost proudly.

you roll your eyes in response, swiping your thumb across his nose to wipe away some of the wetness, though it doesn’t make much of a difference. he sighs again and relaxes into the bed, but you move your fingers to his neck and he tenses up again, grinning when he sees you’re not quite done for the night.

your hand slides down his bare chest, drifting over his defined abs and pausing at the waistband of his sweats before resting on top of the wet spot, adding just a little bit of pressure. he moans and pushes his hips into your hand, shivering as his own overstimulation begins to set in at your touch.

“baby—mmh, too much,” he whimpers, his smile instantly falling. his hand moves on top of yours but his grip is light, his body telling a different story than his words.

you lean over his face and drag your tongue across his chin, keeping your eyes locked with his as you clean up the mess you’d left behind. “can’t believe you came untouched, just from letting me ride your face,” you whisper with a mischievous smile of your own. “you like it, don’t you? it gets you off, when you make me cum all over your tongue.”

“fuck,” he curses, arching his hips off the bed as he pushes his ruined sweats off onto the floor. “i can go again, just wait, please.”

you press another kiss to his puffy lips, deciding to be generous to him, too. “eat me out until you’re hard again and then i’ll suck you off, okay?”

suddenly with newfound energy he flips you onto your back, grinning as he shimmies down the bed and pries your shaky legs apart. “deal.”

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behave!

member — jeonghan x f reader genre — smut word count — 2.1k synopsis — you like misbehaving, and jeonghan likes putting you in your place. even more so when you know you're being filmed. smut warnings — descriptions of female anatomy, mean dom jeonghan, hannie is a sadist but reader is a masochist so it works out, hate sex (spoiler: it's pretend!), heavy degredation mixed with praise, oral (reader receiving), some fingering, edging, one (1) ruined orgasm, sexual acts on camera, choking, marking, begging, spitting in reader's mouth, reader is a capital b Brat, some borderline pet play (??), maybe kinda bulge kink but only for a second, nicknames (slut, whore, bitch, puppy, angel, good girl), hannie is called sir a couple times, everything is shown to be consensual beforehand!! implied established relationship, aftercare, playful banter between hannie & reader, the ending is soft notes — this is payback for @duhnova and @onlymingyus because i love torturing you both. i wish i had more notes to say about this but i literally wrote it at 3am after i told yall i was going to sleep oopsies (also tagging @lovelyhan because you need to suffer too!!)

“smile for the camera, baby,” jeonghan grins mischievously, holding his phone in one hand as he traces his fingers over your stomach.

“fuck you, jeonghan!”

he tsks, index finger circling around your belly button. “you won’t get to, not with that attitude.”

you stay silent and give him a glare, watching as his fingers slowly travel lower, ghosting over your skin. he’s teasing, and both of you know it. but although there’s nothing you can do to stop it, you don’t even really want to.

he presses his hand flat against your stomach and automatically you let out a whimper, feeling the tension already beginning to build in your core and you’re not even halfway undressed yet. he relishes in your involuntary sounds, knowing that no matter how you pout and pretend to be angry with him and try to hide them from him, he knows your body like the back of his own hand and it won’t be long until he’s got you screaming his name.

he pushes harder and your hands grab at his wrist, unclear whether you’re trying to push him away or hold him in place to add even more pressure. you can’t help the way your legs slide further and further apart, wordlessly begging him to do more than he’s already doing, because it’s not enough.

“you feel that, baby?” he says, pressing the heel of his palm into your abdomen. “feel how empty you are?”

you keep your mouth shut, determined to continue being a brat as long as he’s got his camera out. you already know that watching this recording back the next time you’re horny will be a damn treat, and you’re enjoying riling him up just as much as he enjoys you doing it. misbehaving is half the fun, after all; and when the reward is so sweet, how could you resist?

jeonghan clicks his teeth, tsking at your lack of a response. “if you aren’t gonna talk, then i might as well just put this away and go on with my day. but i know my little whore wouldn’t like that, would they?”

“and why should i say anything to you?” you spit back at him, and your stomach jumps in anticipation when you see his eyes light up at your words.

his nostrils flare as he sets his phone down on the table, giving it no more than a half second of thought on whether or not he’s propped it up properly before he’s bending over you, face to face in a split second.

his hand is still flat against your stomach, and the tip of his nose presses against your cheek with how close he suddenly is to your face. his breath is warm on your lips, and your heart races as you try to guess what he’s about to say to you.

“because, i can just leave you here, soaking wet and painfully horny and it wouldn’t bother me one bit,” he says, “i know your adorable little panties are ruined right now and you’re dripping onto the fucking sheets. i could smell you a mile away like a bitch in heat, that’s how bad you want me. and if you keep acting like a fucking brat, you aren’t going to get any of me. is that clear?”

you nod without a word, knowing it’s not the reaction he wants and purposefully not giving it to him as a final act of defiance. you know him well enough to know he’s reaching the end of his patience, and you can’t keep up being a brat forever. not when you can see how thick the bulge in his pants is, not when you can see the veins popping out in his arms, not when you can see that look in his eyes when you know he’s going to fuck you so hard you’ll be feeling it for days afterward.

he sits up and his hand on your stomach flies to your chin, gripping it tightly. on instinct your lips part in compliance as he forces your jaw open and puckers his lips, violently spitting into your eagerly awaiting mouth.

he wipes the remnants of spit from around his mouth with the back of his free hand, still holding onto your jaw with his other. “when i say speak, i mean speak, bitch. if i say bark, you bark. use your words like a good puppy and i’ll reward you, but disobey me and i’ll make you regret every second of it.”

jeonghan lets go of your mouth and you exhale a shaky but excited breath, this time quick to give him an answer. “yes, sir.”

he leans over you to adjust his phone on the nightstand, eyes narrowing with a sly smile. “now that’s a good girl. see how easy that was?”

“yes, sir,” you answer again. you know this part of the routine; he doesn’t do rhetorical questions, and you know better than not to answer him now.

when he’s satisfied with the camera’s placement he leans back down over you, his lips just centimeters above yours. this time you can’t hide your whines, and he coos. “aw, sweetheart, did it hurt when i grabbed you? want me to kiss it better for you, my little angel?” there’s just enough sarcasm in his tone to know he doesn’t care whether or not it hurt, and he won’t kiss it better, no matter what your answer is.

again it’s a trick question, and again you know exactly what response he’s looking for. “no, sir,” you whisper, barely enough space between you and him for you to move your lips to speak. “i liked it. sir.”

he grins sadistically, pressing a gentle kiss to the corner of your mouth anyways. “what a good whore,” he praises, “taking what i give you so well.”

he moves on to your neck, biting roughly at the skin below your jaw and sucking for so long you’re sure he can feel your pulse jump each time a new bruise begins to form.

“jeonghan—” you gasp out his name as he moves lower to your collarbones, teeth scratching along your skin as he stares up at you through his pretty long lashes, never breaking the eye contact despite how you writhe beneath him.

“that’s a good girl,” he says, his mouth hovering over your nipple as he looks up at you. “let me hear all those pretty sounds you make. need to hear how good i’m making you feel.”

his tongue laves over your breast and you arch your back up into him, struggling to keep your voice from breaking as you reply with another “yes, sir”.

you’re aware that he’s still teasing you as he works his way down your body, taking longer than necessary to get to where you really want him to be. but the feeling of his mouth covering every inch of your skin is too good to pass up, despite the way your cunt throbs and the uncomfortable feeling of your ruined panties sticking to your soaked folds. 

but finally, mercifully, he must decide that even he’s had enough teasing for one night, because he slides down in between your legs, pressing a kiss to your clit over the fabric of your underwear.

you exhale as tears begin to form in your eyes, already exhausted from being edged and denied and he’s still barely done a thing. “god, fuck— hannie, please, more, please give me more, please—” you babble, your hands gripping the sheets below you until your fingers begin to numb.

usually when you piss him off it’ll take a lot more begging than that to get him to cave, but he must be feeling generous today because he just smiles, fingertips hooking into the waistband of your underwear as he slides them down your legs. “sound so nice when you beg, angel. now look at how you get rewarded when you behave.”

“wait, jeongha—”

and that’s all the warning you get before he dives in. his hands pry apart your thighs, roughly pinning your legs to the bed as his mouth wraps around your clit and he begins to suck as hard as he can. your vision goes black for a second as you struggle to process the sudden stimulation, and your brain can’t catch up quick enough with how fast and rough jeonghan’s tongue moves against you in unpredictable patterns and movements.

you open your mouth to tell him that you’re right at the edge, you’re close you’re so fucking close it feels like you might die, but your breath catches in your throat before you can say a word and you feel yourself start to crest into your orgasm without warning.

until jeonghan pulls away, and your pussy clenches hard around nothing but air. the sudden change in pace is jarring, but it’s already too late to stop yourself from falling over the edge; except the edge is gone, your orgasm ruined at just the right moment.

your chest tightens and your lungs burn, gasping for air as your orgasm crumbles away into nothingness. each pulse of your cunt sears through your entire body and your veins feel like they’re on fire, the usual pleasure from your high stopped short by jeonghan taking it away from you. 

in the back of your mind you realize that of course he could tell you were close, of course he kept going and of course he knew exactly when to stop so that you wouldn’t get a single ounce of pleasure out of it, because he just knows you that well. even if you had tried to hide it, you wouldn’t have been able to: whatever jeonghan does, your body listens and obeys.

the tears finally spill down your cheeks, eyes squeezed shut as you scream in frustration, every nerve in your body on edge and every muscle tensed.

when you regain your breath enough to open your eyes again, you see jeonghan sitting below you looking smug. “oops,” he says nonchalantly, and if you had any energy left in your body you would’ve slapped him.

“god, i hate you so fucking much,” you rasp out, and he grins contentedly and presses a little kiss to the inside of your thigh before he sits up.

“you know you love me,” he giggles. 

he reaches over to the table to turn off the camera and set his phone facedown before he moves out from between your legs. you close your eyes again and sigh, your whole body feeling like jelly as you breathe in and out, slowly coming back down to earth.

“you just wanna take a break, or are you done for tonight? that sounded rough,” jeonghan says, and when you open your eyes again he’s sitting next to you on the bed holding a glass of water. with a groan you force yourself to sit up as he holds the glass in front of your mouth to help you drink.

“if i could move my arms right now, i would splash this right in your face, hannie.”

he laughs, thoroughly used to your post-orgasmic insults by now. “and honestly, i’d deserve it. that was a little mean even for me, huh?” 

you snort, leaning your head back against the headboard. “yeah, it was. asshole.”

he smiles, his eyes much softer now than before. “but it was hot, though,” he says excitedly. “i can’t fucking wait to watch that video. it might be my new favorite.”

you glare at him, eyebrows knitted into a pout. “i was literally on the verge of death and you thought it was hot?”

“oh, shut up. you thought it was hot, too, and you know it. that’s why you do your little brat routine every time i start recording, because you know you love it.”

you don’t have the brainpower to come up with a comeback for that, because he’s right. rough and nasty and fast is exactly the way you like it, maybe even more than he does at times. but once that feral side of you is satiated with an orgasm powerful enough to nearly knock you out, it leaves you to better appreciate the other things he’s good at: like holding you close and making you feel safe and loved, or kissing you all over and making sure he didn’t really hurt you with anything he did, or helping you drink water when your bones feel like mush.

you huff and roll your eyes at him. “can you just fuck me now, please? i’m still mad at you. start making up for it.”

he sets your empty glass down on the table and climbs back over you to gently kiss your lips, still dry from how much you were moaning. “mm, of course i can do that. your wish is my command, angel.”

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