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chief secretary jeon wonwoo

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Jeonghan w/ “What do you want princess? My mouth, hands, or my cock? I can’t help you until you use words baby.”

tags: fratboy!jeonghan, goodgirl!reader, college!au, fwb!au, panties used as a gag, sex on a washing machine, everyone catches feelings and joshua is annoying

wc: 3k

[part one]

like the worst kind of habit, you're kissing yoon jeonghan again. it's almost like he only wants to fuck you at the worst possible moment; either he's horrible at time management or he likes humiliating you. although by now, you're confident it's the latter.

"i can't believe i didn't get an a on my stupid history exam," you had told him. you ran into him on campus earlier, a little frazzled and a lot ticked off, and you guess he took pity on you because he offered to walk you home. "studied all fucking week for it."

"oh, how tragic." but jeonghan had turned to look at you, like he really cared, even if he'd rolled his eyes at you. "absolutely devastating to your perfect gpa!"

and you pouted and smiled at him like you would a friend, someone that you don't fuck and then leave the next possible moment.

"it's serious," you whined. "stop being annoying." and then he told you he knew a good way to make you forget about the exam, and even though you knew exactly what he was talking about, you still cleared your schedule and told him you'd come to the party later that night.

now you’re here, dolled up on a friday night for a party you don’t care about, with a guy you hate. 

"thought—," you breathe, unable to get a word in edgewise between the kisses he's pressing to your lips—controlled, he's taking his time, like he just wants to cut you off because he can, because you let him. "—thought we would actually go to the party?"

"what do you mean, sweetheart?" jeonghan asks, devious smile playing on his lips and fingers already at tugging at the zipper of your jacket. "we are at the party."

"upstairs, you fiend," you huff, but you offer him your arms so he can pull the jacket off (again, unceremoniously letting it fall to the ground), then tug you into yet another kiss. "not in your dingy, gross basement. you guys are nasty." you warily eye the remnants of what looks like a centuries old beer case as jeonghan realizes you are not going to shut up anytime soon, instead opting to squeeze your ass through your skin-tight dress.

"aw, frat guys aren't so bad." jeonghan's voice drips with fake sympathy as you let out something between a moan and a shaky exhale as he pinches your ass hard. "but i'm sure you know that." you can't even be mad because he's attached his lips to your neck, leaving a trail of wet kisses from your jaw to the swell of your tits, right up to where your skin ends and your dress begins. "that exam sure made you upset, huh? but i do love this dress on you."

the music is loud upstairs, loud enough that it feels like the whole building is pulsing. but somehow his voice cuts through you and sends electricity right down your spine, makes you feel like you're the only two people in this house, even though you know any one of a hundred people could waltz down the stairs at any moment.

"i—" you can't even form a full sentence when you feel jeonghan's lips close around your collarbone, his teeth skimming, searing over your hot skin.

i hate you, you want to say, but with the arousal pooling in your underwear, it's a little difficult. somehow, jeonghan, the last person on earth you thought you would sleep with, has got you eating out of the palm of his hand. for months now.

and then, catastrophically, someone comes sauntering down the stairs, balled up dress shirt in his hands. you think his name is joshua, but you hate the idea of existing to anyone in jeonghan's circle. he's tried to introduce you multiple times, every time ending in you reminding him that you aren't in the best state for introductions, not with a ring of mascara on your under eyes and half a million hickies on your neck.

"can you guys at least try to not fuck in front of me?" joshua asks, scoffing a bit as he grabs a stray bottle of detergent and flips open the lid to the corner washing machine.

jeonghan makes no effort to separate himself from you. you feel him laugh against your skin as he presses a kiss underneath your ear. "this is why you don't get laid, shua. you're doing chores during a party." then another kiss to your jaw. it's almost tender, like he wants joshua to know you're together. you're in his arms like you've been married for a decade.

"not my fault mingyu spilled half a bottle of malibu on my laundry." joshua sounds irritated but he still takes his time to make sure he fills the cap with enough fabric softener, right to the line. "need this shirt for my interview tomorrow."

jeonghan's amused by his friend's antics—he's taking his sweet time, but all you want, no, need, is to have him fuck your brains out. you tell yourself there's no other reason why you're here, not to spend time with jeonghan, and absolutely not to meet his friends.

so, against your better judgment (although, to be fair, if you were in your right mind, you wouldn't even be here in the first place), you reach down to palm jeonghan over his sweats. to your pride, he's not only hard but he almost, just almost, leans right into your touch. but just as soon as he does, he's back in control, strong hand around your wrist as joshua agonizes over whether to use "quick wash" or "delicates."

"did that girl ever call you back?" jeonghan asks, looking for ways to prolong your suffering. he drags your hand, still trapped in his, to between your thighs, as if he's beckoning you to get yourself off. and then he slides up the front of your dress, just enough so he can press your own finger right to the wetness at the seam of your pussy. "you seemed to really like her."

"fuck you, jeonghan." joshua rolls his eyes and hits the start button on the machine. and then a sheepish pause as jeonghan smirks at him from over your shoulder. "no, but she will. she's just busy." your knees buckle as jeonghan's grip tightens around your hand again, and he grinds your own palm up to your cunt. it's barely enough contract to make you feel anything, and it makes you unspeakably pissed that he has you in such a chokehold, that you can't even struggle against him because you like when he's using your own hand to get you off, when his knee slots between your legs to part them further, when he plays you so easily in front of his friend.

"whatever. you guys can fuck now," joshua says, heading up the stairs. "just don't do it on the washer so i can get my shit later."

"your shirt is safe with us," jeonghan replies, and the look he gives you is so horrible that you would almost be more scared for your pussy than turned on, but alas, he wins this fight as well.

—

"you have a lot of opinions today," jeonghan murmurs. he places a strong hand on your back to press you down a little harder on the lid of the washer, relishing in how garbled your moans become as it rattles.

"j-just really want," you struggle, mind hazy as you feel the hard curve of his cock against your ass. "—want you to fuck me." it's pathetic, utterly and irrevocably so, but your hips begin to grind themselves backwards—even though all your clothes are still on, the pressure of his dick and the vibrations of the washing machine on your cunt give you just that little bit of pressure, enough to have you whimpering, hiccupping for him to just fuck you already.

it's largely unsuccessful because you have next to no leverage in this position, already wobbling on your little kitten heels as your entire upper body is flush against the lid and your knees knock against the front.

god, the motion of the machine makes you wonder why you haven't gotten off like this before, as jeonghan kindly pushes you even further down it. "nnngh, s-shit," you slur, as the buzzing hits your clit just right.

"feeling good, sweetheart?" jeonghan asks, leisurely pushing your dress over your ass to reveal your soaked-through underwear. the minimal teasing he'd done earlier had done a number on you, and now it clings to your skin, sucked into your crack and the folds of your pussy. "aww, so needy."

he laughs so, so cruelly as he prods your hole through the fabric. you clench so hard around nothing, he can see the twitch of your panties, and he pushes the digit further, as much as the fabric allows, before slapping your ass hard and letting the sting bring you back down to reality.

"f-fuck—," the machine feels good, but jeonghan just had to remind you that you could be stuffed full of his cock, he just chooses not to allow you that. "please," you whisper. "thought you brought me here to fuck me."

you know you've crossed a line because even jeonghan takes pause after hearing that.

"mmm, really have a smart mouth today, huh?" his cold hands come to rest on your hips, where they slowly push down the fabric of your panties.

there's nothing left to say, so you just whimper, feeling the kick of the machine and the cool air of the basement against your sticky, warm cunt.

"you wanna get fucked good, huh?" jeonghan says this slowly, mockingly. he dips a finger, just barely, into your heat, and you moan loud enough you think even the people upstairs could hear over their shitty dance music.

"mmmhm," you warble, stupidly pressing as hard as you can against the metal in search of more friction.

"after such a rough day... with your exam and everything." the tone of his voice is so chilling, you might just cum on the spot. he slides your underwear to your calves and tugs, a signal for you to lift your heels so he can pull the item right off.

you think he's about to do something cheeky with them, like keep them or something.

"so desperate, reaching for my cock in front of my friends," he continues, torturously. he presses your damp panties against the bare skin of your leg, trailing it all the way up your thigh, over your ass so you can feel how wet you are. "poor baby, even dripping on the ground."

you mewl as the heat simmers in your core from the vibrations of the machine, but your clenching hole betrays how unsatisfied you are.

"lemme help you relax. tell me what you want, sweetheart," he coos. "my mouth, hands, or my cock?"

you're about to answer all three or i might just die when, to your shock, his hand crawls up beside your face and shoves your panties between your lips, effectively gagging you as the taste of your own slick fills your mouth.

one of jeonghan's hands wraps around your wrist to pull your arm back. but he leaves your other hand free to pull the fabric out if you wanted—you had talked about using gags before, and you're surprised jeonghan had remembered some passing pillow talk from last month. instead, you brace yourself against the machine with your free hand, finding you quite like the way your voice comes out muffled, the strangle of your whines between the fabric and the rumble of the washer.

"i can’t help you until you use your words, baby," jeonghan says, gently, like he cares. it makes you feel lightheaded, but you blame it on how delirious you feel with how over, yet, understimulated you are.

you try to choke out a word, any word. but it all comes out like a pitiful whimpering moan, and you just close your eyes and slump against the machine, resigning your fate to whatever jeonghan was going to give you. (not that you were in any way upset by this).

normally, jeonghan would be mean. you know this, having spent nights with his cock so far down your throat you could swear you felt its shape the next day when you swallowed. and you prepare yourself for the inevitable "none of the above," but instead he says, "guess i'll have to give you all three."

if you could pinch yourself, you would, but jeonghan doesn't really give you a chance. instead he squeezes your hips and tugs you off of the washer so you can stand up straight. "sit on the washer," he tells you, and you nod.

your skin still feels like it's buzzing, but the sensation of the washer now underneath your cunt makes your eyelids heavy with pleasure. your legs part in anticipation, orgasm winding up in your stomach again.

part of you wonders if he gagged you because he wanted to give you all three, and it makes your stomach twist in a funny way.

"look so pretty with your mouth full, huh?" jeonghan says, running a thumb over your trembling lips. "is this ok?" he asks, this time more softly, and you nod again.

"fuck, gonna fuck you so good." and even hearing that makes you teary-eyed.

the visual is so filthy; you, a straight-A honor roll student with lipstick-smeared panties in your mouth, grinding against some washing machine in a basement, small hands gripping on jeonghan's shoulders for dear life. but it feels so good, and when his fingers are in you, you swear you've never felt better.

you bite on the lace, eyes rolling to the back of your head as the tips of his fingers hook right into your g-spot every time. your arousal leaks out from between his fingers and pools on the lid; you sound so fucking messy but you don't care, over the swell of the music and the clamor of the party are just you and him and his lips on your neck. his palm kisses your clit every time he enters deep, and that combined with the vibrations of the machine send you over the edge embarrassingly quickly, sobbing around the fabric in your mouth.

you're bleary-eyed with pleasure, nodding dumbly when jeonghan asks if he can take the panties out so he can kiss you. he's never kissed you as many times as he has today, and you let him, swollen lips parting so he can pull the fabric out of your mouth and replace it with his tongue. and then he bottoms out, the fat head of his cock snug against your g-spot, and your cry is so loud and clear that it even surprises you.

"o-oh my god," you babble, tossing your head back as your walls squeeze him in. you're not sure why today feels so different, maybe it's because of all the pent-up frustration from the week but something tells you it has more to do with how jeonghan's brows knit together when you say his name, how he's telling you i've got you, how he pulls you flush to his body.

you cum once on his cock, your shaking legs wound tight around him as you tell him more, more, and so kindly, he obliges you, fucking you rough and deep and rolling your swollen clit between his fingers just as you like. he doesn't say it but as much as he likes hearing you choke on your panties, he'd much prefer seeing you as you are now, cheeks flushed and jaw hanging open, little ahs and pleases falling out of your mouth every time he stuffed you good.

and then you cum again, so hard you arch your trembling body right into him, muscles turning to mush. "th-thank," you start to say, but he presses his lips to yours again and you melt right into him.

what the fuck are you doing melting into yoon jeonghan? you briefly think to yourself, but the way he tips your chin up to wipe your tears makes you forget any of the animosity you had. you'd almost regret it, but you think you like being in his arms—maybe it has something to do with his cum spilling out onto the lid of the washer as he pulls out, but you're starting to doubt it.

and almost perfectly timed, the machine stops.

"fucking joshua," jeonghan groans, but you're quickly coming to and realize if you came one more time on his tongue you would positively shatter into a million pieces on this dirty concrete floor. "you ok?"

"y-yeah." you breathe deep and slow as you come down from your high, centering yourself on the cool of the metal and the steadiness of jeonghan's gaze. "fuck," you whisper to yourself, still feeling your hole flutter with the remnants of your orgasm.

"i can tell joshua to come down for his shit later," jeonghan says, letting you gather your bearings as he retrieves your jacket from the floor.

"no, no, i should really start walking home." he looks at you with a raised eyebrow. "what? i can walk!" and you'd never thought you'd ever see him smile as you talked back to him, but he does, and you like it.

you clamber off the machine, and as soon as your heels hit the ground, it feels like there's no ground at all. maybe how nice he's being made you forget the force that he fucked into you with, definitely hard enough to bruise.

but there's no told you so when jeonghan catches you, though, just the annoying familiarity of his laugh as he wraps an arm around you.

"stay the night," he says, and you never stay the night, not if you can help it. but tonight you want to.

"okay."

"you guys done now?" joshua's petulant voice floats down the staircase, accompanied by the background music of a terrible kendrick lamar remix.

you laugh, a warm one that's swallowed up by jeonghan's lips on yours for the umpteenth time that night. you're kissing yoon jeonghan, really kissing him, and for once, you don't seem to mind.

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frat boy jeonghan and fucking in between classes OH M YFUCK making you suck on his fingers to keep you quiet

[part two]

your phone buzzes on the desk, abandoned with your backpack and your favorite shirt, which jeonghan had so unceremoniously stripped off you the moment the door to the classroom closed.

how'd you know i love flowers? he had said, before promptly bending you over the front desk.

didn't know you were such a romantic, yoon jeonghan.

only for you, sweetheart.

now, with his dick so far up you, it's hard for you to think, nevertheless be upset, no, humiliated, jeonghan was able to easily convince you to fuck in an empty classroom, in the middle of the day, with your skirt flipped up and your tits pushed out of your bra for the world to see. plus, your goddamn phone is so loud in the quiet room, and it seems to amplify the sounds of the table rattling, your labored breathing, the slick of your cunt sucking him in.

"fuck, it-it's my roommate," you manage, eyes watering from pleasure. "was s'posed to — fuck — lend her my— " your train of thought leaves the station when he pulls out and uses the head of his cock to slap your clit a few times. your eyes wrench shut, a pitiful moan replacing the end of your sentence.

"will you shut up and let me fuck you?"

"m-my calculator," you sputter, feeling helpless to the waves of pleasure overtaking you. he bottoms out again, and your head goes positively blank. "oooh, fuck, right there."

just then, you hear the chatter of students passing by the classroom.

is this where they moved class?

soonyoung, does this look like room 354 to you?

jeonghan immediately slaps a hand over your mouth, which is currently (embarrassingly) hanging wide open in a silent moan, and he stills his hips long enough to have you whimpering against his long fingers.

your phone buzzes one last time, as if right on cue.

"you want them to hear how good i'm fucking you? want your pretty pussy on display for the whole school to see?"

you tearfully shake your head, wanting desperately for him to start moving. instead, he kicks his hips up into you even further; the fat head of his dick digs so well into your sweet spot that you don't think you've ever felt anything as good as this. not even close.

"thought so." you can't see him with your cheek flush to the mahogany like that, but the grit in his voice makes you wonder if he, too, is as affected as you are.

you know if any of your friends caught wind of this, it would all be over for you, the man-hating, honor roll student who said she wanted nothing to do with frat boys. but you just had to meet yoon jeonghan, who had poor you under his spell the night he ate you out at that cursed stoplight party. 

pity you don't have anything red, he had said, spitting on your throbbing clit. how're they gonna know who made you cum so hard? and all you could do was grind on his tongue, begging for him to do it all over again.

he punches up into your ass again, and you gasp, muffled by his hand, which normally seems so small and unassuming but is relentless against your lips, almost like he wants it to hurt. fuck, you're trying so hard to keep quiet, keep an ounce of your dignity, but he fills you up so well, it's like you can't, won't, want anything else but for him to make sure you can't walk to your next class.

before you can make another sound, you feel jeonghan's other hand connect with your upper thigh, the slap dull and muted as you keen against him. "am i fucking you too good, sweetheart? can't keep it down?"

and, being the wicked person he is, he pushes your lips open with his thumb, then promptly shoves god knows how many fingers into your hot, wet mouth. maybe it's how his cock has your eyes rolling to the back of your head or how his fingertips are coated in your slick, but you instinctively, pathetically start sucking on them. your moans thread out to tiny little whimpers as you tongue the digits, the action somehow grounding you as you feel like your mind is floating out somewhere in space.

"so fucking cute, should have my fingers in your mouth all the time," he coos, but however sweet you might want it to be, it doesn't last long, because he slides his fingers in that much deeper so you gag around them, presses on your tongue like he doesn't want the taste of his skin to leave your mouth.

what a foul man, you think. but that thought doesn't last long either, because before you know it, you're fluttering around his cock, moaning around his fingers as your body gets impossibly tense, and you feel like your soul leaves your body for a split second before you're brought back by the feeling of his hot cum on your ass, still sore from how he was squeezing it earlier.

"god, jeonghan, didn't i tell you to keep your cum to yourself?" you whine. "fuck, i have class in 3 minutes."

it is almost ironic how tenderly he wipes his cum off your skin with the kleenex he stole from a desk drawer and flips your skirt down, smoothing his palm over your aching ass to cop a feel.

"same time next week?"

once, twice, shame on him, but three times makes you the fool, and you definitely feel like it as you nod yes, yes please, yet again.

and jeonghan, intoxicatingly, plants a kiss on your exposed shoulder, then slings his bag over his shoulders. "prof hates when we're late," he says. "hope your roommate gets whatever the fuck she needs from you."

and just like that, he's gone, leaving you breathless and cum-soaked. you're not even mad, and that's the worst part, you think, as you pull your bra back down and make a mental note to call in sick for your class next week.

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thinking about tutor!wonu corrupting you 👀

tbh i think it’d be you corrupting him!!

“w-we have to finish your study guide,” wonwoo says, pushing up his glasses by the bridge.

you sigh, leaning forward to rest your head on his shoulder. wonwoo’s breath hitches in his throat and his entire body goes stiff. your hand on his thigh doesn’t move any higher. instead you tease him, squeezing where it’s currently resting just above his knee.

“but it’s hard,” you whine.

it isn’t the only thing that’s hard and you’re well aware of that fact. the crease between your brows eases when wonwoo groans in defeat. you smirk to yourself, knowing you’ve won. wonwoo clears his throat and stares down at the paper on the desk in front of you.

“just do… one more problem,” he tries, practically pleading.

to his relief, you seem to perk up. “if i do it, will i be rewarded?”

“rewarded?” he asks. you nod. “how so?”

“i can think of a few options,” you muse.

“such as?”

“a kiss?”

oh, that’s it? wonwoo could work with that. as much as he wanted to do more, he wasn’t sure that he could handle it. he didn’t have much experience when it came to… that stuff— whereas it seemed like you did. he doesn’t want to embarrass himself or be too forward so he simply nods, trying to appear confident.

“i can work with that. but just one and only if you get it right.”

he watches as you lean over the desk and begin solving the next statistics problem, chuckling to himself. it’s the most diligent you’ve been all day and wonwoo thinks he should’ve done this sooner if it was going to get you to work this hard.

you announce that you’re done less than a minute later, pulling wonwoo from his thoughts. you eye him as he checks your work, eagerly awaiting the verdict.

“good job,” he says finally.

“it’s right?!”

“you didn’t write down one of the steps because you did it in your head again but yeah, it’s right.”

“sooo do i get my reward?”

“um, yes…” he swallows nervously.

how should he go about this? a gentle peck? a full on kiss? should he use tongue?

“can i kiss you now?” you ask.

wonwoo hadn’t expected you to be the one to kiss him but he’s sort of glad that’s what’s happening because it takes the pressure off of him.

“go ahead.”

you lean forward and wonwoo closes his eyes in preparation. he jumps when he feels your lips on the side of his neck, realizing immediately that you never specified where you would kiss him. wonwoo was already hard, this wasn’t going to help at all.

you set a hand on the other side of his neck to hold him in place while you kiss him and he’s sure you can feel his pulse beneath your lips, beneath your fingertips, but that’s the least of his worries. you already know the effect you have on him. the erection in his pants is far more damning than any other stupid physical reaction he might have to you.

your tongue swipes across his skin suddenly, followed by the graze of your teeth and wonwoo can’t help but moan quietly. he feels you smile against him before you straighten back up.

“so what do i get if i get the next one right?”

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⚘   growing pains

series synopsis : people say that you’ll experience three kinds of love in your lifetime. the first is an idealistic love, the kind that feels straight out of a fairy tale. the second is the hard love, the kind that will leave you with lessons about yourself and the love you want and need to experience. finally, the love you never see coming. this is the story of your three loves. pairing : svt 97 line x gn!reader genre/s : non-idol au, coming of age, angst, fluff, my attempts at humor

act one : the idealistic love  ➤  part 06 : safe skies

after three years of being in a relationship, and even more of knowing each other, it was supposed to be yn and seokmin forever. yn and seokmin until the end. what changed? how did all their plans for the future become more and more uncertain with each passing day?

previous  ➤  act one, part five next  ➤  act one, part seven growing pains ➤  masterlist 

from reese, with love <3 the amount of seokmin airport photos i went through for this update ?? uncountable ;-; thank you sm for reading ! as always, id love to know what you think :)) hope you are all doing well and taking care of yourselves :))

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we get along infamously

pairing: jeonghan x reader wordcount: 5.2k summary: you can never, have never, will never get along with Yoon Jeonghan, but unfortunately you have a chemistry that is simply undeniable. no strings attached is perfect, except when those pesky feelings and that new girl decide to pop up unannounced. genre/themes: smut, enemies to lovers, rivals to lovers, emotional constipation, reader is in denial. chaotic seungkwan. a/n: OKKK! this is filthy so i hope you enjoy it :)

   You sighed deeply as you looked at Jeonghan across the office. You’d thought that, maybe, after hooking up with him your strong feeling of anger towards this man would dissipate. No such luck. It seemed that the only time you could stand him was when you were in the midst of intercourse with him. Even shortly before and after, you found yourself bickering.

“If you plan to kill him, please do it off of company property,” your HR manager and friend, Minghao, joked as he took a seat beside you.

“Of course, Hao, I would never force you to do that paperwork,” you laughed heartily.

“Thank you,” he nodded at you prudently.

“I know I’m not supposed to know in an official capacity, but…?” Hao shot a meaningful look at you.

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⚘   growing pains

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act one : the idealistic love  ➤  part 02 : adulting

after three years of being in a relationship, and even more of knowing each other, it was supposed to be yn and seokmin forever. yn and seokmin until the end. what changed? how did all their plans for the future become more and more uncertain with each passing day?

previous  ➤  act one, part one next  ➤  act one, part three growing pains ➤  masterlist

from reese, with love <3 flashback to the time i forgot the word for ‘adulting’ and said.. [ train passes by ] anyways- shua knows too much about the struggles of his ship,, he’s going through it >_< thank you sm for reading !! as always id love to know what you think :)) hope you are all doing well and taking care of yourselves :))

** also dark mode is seokmin’s pov – honestly idk why i didn’t do this before so that it’s easier to distinguish ;-;