Manspread.

manspread.

okay but arrogant and borderline chad cheol who’s your college dorm mate. you were high-key into him when you saw him move in, and even flirted with him at the housewarming party. but then he opened his mouth and you realised everything that comes out of it is insufferable. 

and now, it’s dorm movie night and he’s sitting on the couch manspreading like a fucking douchebag who couldn’t give a fuck that you’re smushed in the corner. throughout the movie his thigh is pressed right up against yours which makes you feel kind of lightheaded. halfway through, one of your dorm mates heads to bed while the other steps out for a smoke but cheol still doesn’t move.

annoyed, you get up to leave and ask why he can’t sit like a normal fucking person and he throws his head back and laughs at your question, making you feel slightly self conscious. he tells you his cock is too fat and he needs the space to sit comfortably. you scoff, disgusted, but can’t help but wonder if there’s any truth in that sentence. he asks if you don’t believe him and want to see. he’s messing with you but it makes you feel something in the pit of your stomach. but you roll your eyes and tell him you’d rather die and go to your room. 

still drunk from the night, you lie down. the room’s spinning but your thoughts keep circling back to cheol. his heavy eyes with those pretty pretty lashes, those thick thighs that fill out his sweatpants so well, that silver ring that sits on his veiny hands, and his thick dick?…you wonder how it would feel if he slapped it against your face. you doze off thinking about him.

2 hours later you wake up at midnight with a dry mouth, feeling tipsy and thirsty…so fucking thirsty. you stumble over to the kitchen and see cheol still watching tv - legs spread and hands behind his head. the room is dark except for a single light and the flickering light from the tv.

he looks at you and asks if you’ve changed your mind. you ignore him and grab a drink of water but can’t help but look over at him. his hair is messy in front of his eyes and it irritates you. you want to push it back. ‘can you even see anything?’ you don’t know why you’re asking. he says he can see everything he wants to see and stares at you a second too long. you feel your cheeks burning as you look around the kitchen for something to eat. you’re not hungry but you don’t want to leave yet. the air is oppressive but intoxicating. 

as you struggle to reach for a snack on the top shelf, cheol gets up and stands behind you to grab it. his entire body is pressed up against you and you know you want him. fuck it you think and turn around - nothing that happens between 12 am to 4 am counts anyway.

he looks down, a faint smirk on his lips, as if he knew this was always going to happen, and kisses you, pushing you up against the counter. you grab onto his body to steady yourself and fuck, he feels so thick, so strong, so solid. you know you’ll regret this in the morning.

he pushes his tongue into your mouth and as your kisses become sloppier, you feel his cock growing against you. you look down to see his dick print forming in his sweatpants and feel almost feral. you have to know how thick it is.

‘come’ he grabs you by the throat ‘let me show you’ he says almost like he’s read your mind and drags you to the couch. he sits, legs spread as you kneel in front of him, scrambling to get his sweatpants off. he chuckles, satisfied by your desperation.

he grabs a fistful of your hair and pulls to make you look up at him ‘who knew you were such an easy slut’ he says and smiles at you so sweetly, dimples and all. it’s sickening but it makes you feel that familiar knot in your stomach. the sweet sound of degradation.

it also makes you pull his sweatpants off faster. as you pull them down, you muffle a gasp. fuck, it’s definitely better than what you were imagining just 2 hours ago. his cock is thick and heavy, and when you wrap your hand around it your fingertips almost don’t touch. ‘mmmh’ he lets out a lazy moan as you start to jerk him off.

‘put it in your mouth’ he says a few seconds later. how dare he tell you what to do. asshole. you can’t stand him. yet…you reach forward and take him in your mouth. but it’s difficult. he’s too thick and you’re having a hard time opening your mouth that wide.

‘too big for you?’ he asks, already knowing the answer. ‘lick then’ he says putting just the tip in and starts to jerk off in your mouth. ‘look at me while i use your fucking mouth like a fleshlight…’ like reflex, you legs squeeze together at his words. shit.

you feel his body shake as he laughs at you. a loud mocking laugh. ‘did hearing that turn you on? pathetic…’ he jerks off with one hand, while the other grabs at the tank top you’re wearing and pulls it down, exposing your tits. he squeezes them, twisting and pulling at your nipples before letting go. 

you look up at him. you can’t believe you’re kneeling in the middle of the common living room with your tits spilling out, licking cheols cock. it’s humiliating. how did this happen? what’s wrong wi-

he notices you start to think and instantly slaps his cock against your face. he doesn’t want you to think, he wants you to be stupid and suck. it works. his cock feels so heavy and big and you love the sound it makes as it hits you. it’s hypnotic.

he slaps it again as you look at him, lips parted and your eyes slightly glazed over. at that moment cheol promises himself he needs to see you like this again.

he needs to see you completely thoughtless, just mindlessly craving his cock. he can’t wait. 

‘open your mouth’ you obey. he takes three of his fingers and pushes them in, fucking your mouth with his fingers. ‘try again’ he says pulling his fingers out and rubbing the saliva across your mouth. you lean forward and as you slowly start bobbing up and down, taking a little more every time, a dull ache spreads across your jaw. ‘fuuughck…that’s it…’ he groans.

‘again’ as you continue sucking him off, you feel your jaw start to loosen up a bit. suddenly, he pushes the back of your head down with his hands as he bucks his hips up, his dick hitting the back of your throat. he holds you there counting down ‘3, 2, 1’ and releases as you start coughing. ‘there you go…see? all you’ll need is a little practice’

your stomach turns at his words. why is talking like this is going to happen again?

‘breathe..’ there’s a strange silence as you try to catch your breath - it feels like an invitation to stop if you want.

but you don’t want to stop. you want him.

so, you take his cock in your hand and start to jerk him off again, bending to lick his balls. ‘hmmn, fuck yes’ he leans back on the couch, his t-shirt riding up to show a hint of his toned stomach, hands interlocked behind his head, and eyes shut as he smiles lazily to himself. he’s never looked hotter.

‘okay now’ he opens his eyes a few minutes later and starts gathering your hair into a ponytail. ‘you going to make me cum?’ it’s not a question.

with a tight grip on your hair he pushes you down onto his cock and starts to fuck your face.

‘good slut’ he groans his rhythmic thrusts starting to get a little sloppy. ‘i’m going to cum in your dirty little mouth and you’re going to drink up every last drop…understand?’ he asks as you moan in response, your pussy throbbing. 

‘fuck’ you hear his breathing becoming heavier. 

you feel yourself getting wetter the more aggressive his thrusts become and when his hips start moving frantically, you know he’s close.

‘fuck…fuck…fu..’ he groans with a final thrust as warm cum starts to fill your mouth. he holds your head down as he continues cumming, his cock twitching.

you feel yourself running out of breath as you desperately push him back but he holds you in place for a second longer and then lets go. you gasp for air, cum and saliva spluttering out of your mouth. you’re a mess. 

you feel cheol staring at you as you try to pull yourself together. you can tell he’s pleased with how used you look. he grins, scooping the cum dripping out and pushes it back in your mouth. ‘i said every. last. drop’

you lick the excess from his fingers without thinking. your head’s reeling from the lack of oxygen and your mouth feels worn out. but there’s a feeling…a strange satisfying feeling that you can’t put a word to.

you look up at him. he’s sitting just like he was a couple of hours ago - relaxed, satisfied, cocky. you hate him.

‘you did good’ he wipes the saliva around your mouth. ‘next time i’ll allow you to cum on my face. hmm? how’s that sound?’ he asks so sweetly it almost feels condescending.

‘there’s not going to be a next time’ somehow, your words don’t sound too convincing.

he smiles. it’s like he knows something you don’t.

‘yes, there will’

smug asshole. you really fucking hate him.