𝐌𝐲 𝐛𝐞𝐬𝐭 𝐟𝐫𝐢𝐞𝐧𝐝'𝐬 𝐛𝐫𝐨𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐫 | 𝐂.𝐉𝐇 𝐱 𝐊.𝐘𝐒 ✓

「24」

[Smut (?) scene ahead]

Jongho was still annoyed as fuck.

Donghyun's words rung in his head, and Jongho's blood was still boiling at that asshole.

He sighed as he placed the pen down, deciding to take a break from doing homework and take a shower.

The rest is what Jongho needs until he calms his nerves down. Donghyun really isn't worth his time.

Jongho relaxed his muscles when he felt cold water run over his body, licking his lips and closing his eyes as his hair got wet.

He run his fingers through it, mind going completely blank as he let out a small hum.

Jongho was relaxing under the cold water, not really thinking about anything until he shook his head to get some of the water off and looked down.

"Ah fuck!" He said.

Jongho really couldn't believe he just got hard for literally no reason.

His cock was standing proudly between his legs, almost pressed against his abdomen and leaking from the tip.

He groaned quietly, rolling his eyes and hoping it would go away because of the cold water.

But no. Even after maybe 10 minutes, his cock was still hard and looking veiny as it leaked.

Jongho groaned quietly again, just deciding to get it over and do what he needs to do.

He wrapped his palm around his cock that was standing proudly, closing his eyes and starting to tug at it. Jongho licked his lips and didn't think about anything as he stroked it.

Jongho hummed, actually relaxing almost fully and not thinking about anything. It didn't really seem that his cock is calming down.

Suddenly, a picture of Yeosang being on his knees and his lips being wrapped around Jongho's cock popped up in his mind.

Jongho shot his eyes wide in shock and shaking his head in disbelief.

He must be going crazy.

He closed his eyes again, and just as his mind cleared again, a picture of Yeosang popped inside of his mind again.

Jongho moaned as he remembered that night, but now in his imagination, Yeosang was on his knees again.

He wore nothing but Jongho's shirt that was too big for him, kneeling on his knees in front of Jongho and slurping onto his cock.

A moan escaped Jongho's lips as he fasted his pace, but now there was an image of Yeosang straddling his lap and only wearing Jongho's shirt as he bounced up and down on his lap.

He looked like he was going to cry soon, just looking so pent up and wanting to come faster.

Jongho moaned at the imagination.
He twisted his wrist and now imagined how he was holding Yeosang's hips in his hands and snapping his hips up inside of him.

He imagined that he lifted the shirt off Yeosang's body, biting onto his skin and licking it as he got out a adorable squeaky moan in response as he held onto Jongho for dear life.

Oh God, Jongho wants to fuck those noises out of his mouth so badly.

A groan escaped Jongho's lips again as he imagined all of it. How did he manage to hold himself still?

Yeosang said he isn't allowed to fuck other girls if he is tutoring him, and Jongho had nothing against it.

But this is okay, right? He isn't fucking anyone, even if Jongho wished Yeosang was right here to fuck him against the tiles and make him come all over for hours.