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Dirty Hands// Cho Gue Sung Imagine 🔞 Ex! Chubby Reader ♡
How did you get here? You hate sports...You hate exercise in general-you, like your thickness, and that's that's. Moving away from your self-love for a second, If memory serves me right, You were dragged here by you're fit friend, Sumi.
Speaking of, she's looking at you in disappointment right now. Time to tune back in-
Sumi clicked her tongue, obviously annoyed by your space-out expression. "Are you high or something? Why are you not cheering or at least stand up when I do." One might say you're being selfish, but you refused to take fake interest in this stupid sport (no offense just for the story).
Your silent protest stuck out like a sore thumb...and your well hot in his eyes.
He admired your boredom and actually found it rather amusing. You could sit still if your life depended on it; He watches you bunch up your dress just to ensure you didn't step in anything.
Possibly food or not...You never know with hundred year old bleachers.
She's so snobby. He thought with a slightly playful grin. I guess that is my fault.
Sumi noticed the flower player ogling her friend; she gasped, alerting you in the process. " Shit, Do you think he likes you? Soccer player, sugar daddy?"
"As if, " You scoffed. " I can smell him from here."
Sumi beamed. " If you don't want him. Can I have him, please?"
.....
Your plans for today didn't involve waiting thirty minutes for Sumi, who decided to run to the bathroom at the last second, leaving you alone to stay put in the entrance tunnel-
"This tunnel is disgusting.." You cleared your throat in an attempt not the dry heave at the used condom flung aside like a snot rag. "I'm gonna died here."
" You're so dramatic." A man's voice nagged behind your head.
You sighed, rolling your eyes. " And you're so domestic, Watching me like a little puppy." You turned towards your ex-husband.
Gurl, Did I forget to tell you he was your hot ex-husband who blew his chances with you after a sexual/emotionally draining physical altercation between the two of you took place in public?! Oops! The tea is hot today.
What a mighty mouse you are, mouthing off to a man who has you, trump, in literally everything strength, speed, you name it.
You step back, not favoriting his sweaty smell. "You kinda smell like a wet dog -" You fanned yourself. " It suits you."
"If I'm a dog then you must be a bitch in heat for coming to my game-"Gue Sung exclaimed, nudging her forehead back with his finger.
She retaliated by smacking his heavy hand out of her face. " If you ever put your filthy fingers near me again-And, for your information, You pompous little-your not the only player on your team!" She roared in his face, stretching her heels to their maximum limit due to the size difference.
The cheeky bastard met your face halfway, tapping the tip of her nose with his; his hazel eyes gazed into hers. "Why else would you be watching for? " He was even daring enough to take two steps forward to feel you on him. "You hate sports, and you think men are stupid-"
"Not all of them, but I'm truly doubtful when it comes to you-." Yn rudely interrupted, sassing him with her eyes.
The joke was harmless, to say the least, yet a large hand shot up to her neck, gripping it into a tight squeeze between his large fingers.
She gasped but wasn't surprised; this wasn't the first time Gue Sung had let his temper control his actions.
Gue Sung clicks his tongue. "Wah unbelievable, that mouth of yours." He stared at your beautifully painted lips, weighing his next decision; he said, "Ah, Fuck it." before completely dominating your lips.
"Mmm!" You yanked at his hair; pulling away from his lips just to be brought back in. "Mmph! Im gon-mm gonna kill you."
You fought well, but god, he's ripped-Honesty, you didn't stand a chance in the first place.
Gue sung kept you flushed against his chest so tight your plump breasts pushed up to escape his squeeze.
Brasil tá jogando contra a Croácia, mas esse homem ainda tá na minha cabeça 😵💫
i looove sports ball !!