📁 2026.works. ╰ 📂 JAKE : SMAU — best friend’s boyfriend!jake cheating on her with you (part13)
﹕𝜗𝜚﹕ NOTES : finally part 13 of @jaeyunsbabygirl i’m sooo sorry for the time im taking with the updates… 🫠🫠 im getting less time these days but hopefully next update wont take two weeks to be uploaded lol.. hope you’ll like it!! alsooo you finally have an idea of what hee did.. but it’s not detailed yet soo i will be looking forward to your reactions
Not the dramatic kind that arrived with thunder and wind, but the soft, stubborn drizzle that painted the world in shades of silver. Tiny droplets tapped against the gym windows, turning the outside into a watercolour blur.
When the coach finally clapped his hands and announced that practice would end early because of the weather, everyone cheered.
Everyone except you.
You stared through the window at the rain-slick streets and sighed.
"What's with that face?" Sunoo appeared beside you almost instantly, already shrugging into his hoodie. "Practice got cancelled early. This is basically a gift."
"I have to walk home."
"So?"
You pointed at the rain.
Sunoo followed your finger dramatically.
Then he gasped.
"Oh no."
His eyes widened.
"Water."
You laughed despite yourself.
"You're impossible."
"And you're overthinking." He grabbed his umbrella from the corner of the room and spun it once. "Come on. I'll walk you home."
"You don't have to."
"I know."
The smile he gave you was warm enough to make your chest ache.
"I want to."
The umbrella wasn't nearly big enough for two people.
Not when Sunoo insisted on holding it directly over your head.
Not when he kept drifting closer every time the rain picked up.
Not when he refused to let even a drop touch you.
"Sunoo."
"Hm?"
"Your shoulder is getting soaked."
He glanced down.
The sleeve of his hoodie was practically dripping.
"Oh."
"Move over."
"No."
"Sunoo."
"I'm fine."
Another gust of rain swept sideways.
His entire arm got drenched.
You stared.
He stared back.
Then the two of you burst into laughter.
"You look ridiculous."
"You look dry."
"That's because you're sacrificing yourself."
"A noble cause."
You rolled your eyes.
Sunoo beamed.
The streets were quiet except for the gentle patter of rain against pavement.
A few cars passed.
A dog barked somewhere in the distance.
Everything else felt muted, softened by the weather.
The kind of afternoon that made the world seem smaller.
Safer.
Sunoo nudged your shoulder.
"You're cold."
"I'm not."
"You are."
"I'm really not."
He narrowed his eyes.
"You did that thing."
"What thing?"
"The thing where you tuck your hands into your sleeves."
"That's not a thing."
"It is."
Before you could protest, he reached over and gently wrapped one hand around your wrist.
His palm was warm.
Embarrassingly warm.
You nearly forgot how to speak.
"See?" he said triumphantly.
"Your hands are freezing."
"They're normal."
"They're little ice cubes."
"They are not."
He laughed again.
The sound blended with the rain.
For some reason, it made everything feel lighter.
When you finally reached your house, neither of you seemed particularly eager to say goodbye.
The rain had only gotten heavier.
Sunoo glanced toward the dark clouds.
Then toward you.
Then toward the clouds again.
"You know..."
You already knew where this was going.
"You should come inside."
"I mean, if you're offering."
"You'll catch a cold."
"I knew you cared."
"Sunoo."
"I'm coming, I'm coming."
Twenty minutes later, the two of you were standing in your kitchen.
Or rather,
You were standing.
Sunoo was reading the instructions on a packet of ramyeon as if it contained state secrets.
"Boil water."
He nodded solemnly.
"Okay."
A pause.
"How much?"
You blinked.
"Sunoo."
"What?"
"It's ramyeon."
"Exactly."
Another pause.
"What if I mess it up?"
"You won't."
"I could."
"You absolutely won't."
He looked unconvinced.
Still, somehow, the two of you managed.
The noodles are cooked.
The kitchen was filled with warmth.
Rain tapped softly against the windows.
And before long, you were both sitting on the floor with steaming bowls balanced in your laps.
The table was only a few feet away.
Neither of you used it.
The kitchen floor felt cozier.
Somehow.
Sunoo slurped a noodle.
Then smiled immediately.
"Okay."
"What?"
"I have important news."
You already knew he was about to say something ridiculous.
"Today, I saw the tiniest dog."
You blinked.
"...That's your important news?"
"It was really tiny."
"How tiny?"
He held his fingers a few inches apart.
"Like this."
"That's not a measurement."
"It had little boots."
You laughed.
Sunoo pointed his chopsticks at you.
"See? That's exactly why it's important."
"What?"
"You smiled."
His voice softened.
The warmth in your chest returned.
Stronger this time.
He continued talking.
About the tiny dog.
About a funny sign he'd passed on the way to practice.
About a cloud that looked like a dumpling.
About finding an extra snack in his bag when he thought he'd already eaten it.
None of it was important.
And somehow, every bit of it was.
You listened while rain drummed softly outside.
Listened while steam curled from your bowls.
Listened while Sunoo's eyes lit up over the smallest details.
The world felt wonderfully far away.
Just for a little while.
Just long enough.
Halfway through his story about a squirrel he'd seen stealing bread, Sunoo stopped abruptly.
"Are you warm enough?"
You looked up.
"What?"
"Are you warm?"
"Yes."
"Really?"
"Really."
He seemed satisfied.
For about thirty seconds.
Then,
"Your socks look thin."
"Sunoo."
"I'm just saying."
"I'm warm."
"You'd tell me if you weren't?"
"Yes."
He nodded.
Another minute passed.
Then he quietly nudged his hoodie toward you.
"Just in case."
You stared.
"You're wearing that."
"I know."
"Then why are you offering it?"
"Because you're important."
The answer came so naturally.
So simple.
As if it were the most obvious thing in the world.
Your throat tightened unexpectedly.
Outside, rain continued to fall.
Inside, the kitchen glowed softly beneath warm lights.
Sunoo sat beside you with damp sleeves, messy hair, and a smile that never seemed to run out.
He was still talking about tiny things.
Still finding joy in ordinary moments.
Still checking every few minutes to make sure you were comfortable.
And for the first time all day, you realized something.
The weather wasn't what had made the afternoon feel cozy.
It wasn't the umbrella.
Or the ramyeon.
Or the rain.
It was him.
Sunoo glanced over.
"What?"
You hadn't realized you were staring.
You smiled.
"Nothing."
He smiled back immediately.
The kind of smile that felt like coming home.
And for the rest of the rainy afternoon, neither of you rushed the silence when it came. The rain kept falling. The noodles slowly disappeared. Sunoo's shoulder rested lightly against yours.
warnings : cursing, jealousy, manipulation, gaslighting, cheating, slut shaming, threatening
🗯️ JO’s NOTES < 🐻❄️ 3 ! : hii finallyy popped this one out and i was planning on making a post for my posting schedule also a fun fact about me i would literally touch any reptile species except for anything that looks like lizards :p
can you please write pussydrunk hee I need that BAD
dada hee strikes again
Heeseung is completely gone.
He’s been between your thighs for what feels like hours now, face buried so deep in your pussy that the rest of the world doesn’t exist anymore. The bedroom is filled with the wet sounds of his mouth devouring you, long, hungry licks, filthy slurping, and his constant, broken groans like he’s the one getting fucked instead of you.
“Fuck… baby,” he rasps, voice wrecked and hoarse. His strong hands grip the back of your thighs, spreading you wider, almost folding you in half so he can get even deeper. “I can’t stop. I can’t fucking stop tasting you.”
Your back arches clean off the bed when he drags his tongue from your leaking hole all the way up to your swollen clit in one slow stripe, then sucks your clit into his hot mouth like it’s his favorite candy.
“Heeseung—! Ahh—too much—” you whimper, fingers tangled tightly in his dark hair, pulling hard enough to make his scalp sting. But he only moans louder into your pussy at the pain, hips grinding desperately against the mattress because he’s so painfully hard just from eating you out.
He’s drunk, drunk on your pussy, and completely, stupidly addicted.
His tongue pushes inside you again, fucking you with it in messy, eager strokes while his nose grinds against your clit. Every time your walls flutter and clench around his tongue he lets out this broken, needy sound, like he’s dying and being saved at the same time.
“Shit… she’s sucking me in,” he mumbles against your folds, half-delirious. “Your pretty little pussy keeps pulling my tongue in like she missed me. So fucking greedy… just like her owner.”
Two thick fingers slide into you without warning, curling instantly against that spongy spot that makes you see stars. Your thighs start shaking violently around his head as he pumps them slowly, scissoring you open while his tongue flicks relentlessly over your clit.
“Oh my god—Hee—Heeseung—!” Your voice cracks into a high, sweet whine as another orgasm crashes into you. Your pussy gushes around his fingers and tongue, soaking his chin, his lips, dripping down to the sheets.
But he doesn’t stop. He never stops.
Heeseung moans like a man starved as he drinks every drop of your release, tongue lapping messily, fingers thrusting faster to draw it out longer. His eyes are glassy, pupils blown wide when he glances up at you from between your legs, hair messy, cheeks flushed, mouth and chin shiny with your slick.
“You taste so fucking good,” he groans, almost whining. “Sweeter every time you cum for me. I’m addicted, baby. I need it. Need your pussy on my tongue all the time.”
He pulls his fingers out only to spread your folds open with his thumbs, staring at your clenching, dripping hole like it’s the most beautiful thing he’s ever seen. Then he leans in and licks a long, slow stripe through your sensitive folds again, humming happily when your hips jerk.
“Hee—please— I can’t— I’m so sensitive—” you sob softly, trying to close your legs, but his grip is iron.
“Just one more,” he lies sweetly, pressing a tender kiss right on your clit that makes you twitch. “Just let me have one more. Please, baby. I’ll die if I don’t taste you again.”
You’re a trembling, overstimulated mess, but you nod shakily because the way he begs for your pussy is too hot to deny.
Heeseung dives back in like a man possessed. This time he’s even messier. Sloppy. Desperate. His tongue laps at you like he’s trying to memorize every fold, every twitch, every taste. He sucks your clit, then moves down to push his tongue as deep inside you as it’ll go, fucking you with it while his fingers rub tight, fast circles on your clit.
Your moans turn into broken sobs and whimpers. “Nnghh— Hee—! Feels too good— gonna cum again—!”
“Yes— fuck yes, give it to me,” he growls into your pussy, the vibration sending you over the edge again.
You cum hard, thighs clamping around his head, hips grinding against his face as you ride it out. Heeseung moans loudly, happily, drinking everything you give him like it’s nectar. His fingers keep moving, prolonging it until you’re shaking and crying his name.
Even then, he keeps going, gentler now, but still obsessed. Soft, loving licks through your soaked folds, kitten licks on your clit, pressing slow kisses all over your pussy like he’s worshipping it.
“My favorite thing in the whole fucking world,” he murmurs, voice thick with lust and affection. “This pretty pussy. So wet… so warm… clenching around my tongue like you want me to live here.”
He slides three fingers back inside you slowly, watching with dark, hungry eyes as your walls suck them in greedily.
“Look at that,” he whispers in awe. “She’s hugging my fingers so tight. Greedy little thing. Just like you, baby.”
You’re nearly delirious at this point, body limp and glowing, but Heeseung still looks like he could eat you for hours more.
He crawls up your body eventually, but only after one last long, possessive lick from your entrance to your clit that makes you jolt. His face is glistening, lips puffy, eyes half-lidded with pure satisfaction and need.
He kisses you deep, letting you taste yourself on his tongue, grinding his painfully hard cock against your thigh.
“I’m not done,” he breathes against your mouth, voice rough. “I’m never gonna be done with this pussy. Gonna eat you every single day until you understand how fucking obsessed I am.”
He slides back down your body again, already hooking your trembling legs over his shoulders.
Because Heeseung is completely, utterly pussydrunk.
And he has zero plans of sobering up anytime soon.
⌗drunkinlove — soobin comes home drunk and needy …
( c. soobin x fem!reader ) • warnings. drunk soobin, face sitting, language, lowkey sub!soobin 𓄵 word count. 682 { back to library }
( yeni’s notes ). when is talking about drunk soobin im always talking about the picture about 😭
the sounds of the continuous banging on your door ripped you completely from your slumber; getting up , barely putting your slippers on before making your way to the door.
“baby!”
you could hear your boyfriend through the door. “baby open up!” he was drunk. you opened the door , the taller boy flew into your arms. “no!” he yelled out , probably waking up a few neighbors in the passing. “no don’t look at her.” he stared down at you. “why are you in your underwear baby?”
“well i was sleep before you started banging on my door , waking up the building”
his friends looked confused; “he’s been drinking all night.” taehyun said. “we told him to calm down , but obviously he doesn’t listen.”
he started mumbling incoherently ; swaying your bodies back and forth. “yeah i can see that.” they scratched the back of their necks awkwardly. they said their goodbyes and you dragged you boyfriend to bed.
“baby , baby i missed you.” his words slurred , you stood in between his legs , taking his flannel off. “i missed you all day.”
his face was red; his cheek pressed against your bare stomach as he pushed your shirt up under your boobs. “soobin you’re drunk , you’re crazy if you think we’re having sex tonight.”
“why?” he kissed your stomach. “don’t you want me to eat your pussy?” he licked your stomach , you felt a tingle , lightly tugging on his hair , pulling him back to look at you — his eyes blown out.
“behave.”
“please.” he whined , pulling you down on top of him , you straddled his waist. “i’ve been thinking about you sitting on my face all night.” he left sloppy kisses along your collarbone. “i could practically taste you all over the soju baby.”
you bit down in your lip to not fuel him anymore , but he wasn’t letting up ; he wasn’t even looking you in your eyes anymore ; zoned in on your covered pussy — you could’ve sworn you saw him drooling before you lightly slapped his face. “come on let’s get you to bed.”
“not until you sit on my face.”
“soobin.” he pulled you on his chest , he could practically taste your cunt. “you’re unbelievable when you’re drunk.” your protest slowly stopping though , soobin taking notice of that , pulling you even further , his mouth so close you can feel him breathing on your pussy.
“fu-fuck soobin,” his stuck his tongue on slightly , teasingly licking your cunt through your panties. “shit.” getting a little taste , setting him off , pulling you fully on top of him , opening his mouth and engulfing your clothed cunt.
he held you down on his face , suffocating himself as he messily ate you through your panties , like the barrier didn’t matter to him , he was getting his fill regardless. “fuck bin i’m gonna cum.”
your body folded over , holding yourself up as you came , moaning his name loudly; but that didn’t stop him , he kept going , still hungry for more. “fuck so-soobin i came.”
he moaned , finally pulling away. “i’m sorry i got carried away.” he sounded even drunker than before. “you just taste so sweet i cant help myself.”
soobin was hard as a rock; palming his cock through his jeans , moaning shamelessly. “i’m so hard , i need you.” he whimpered pathetically. “please can i put in?”
knowing he’d just fall asleep , you came up with a different solution , helping him take off his shoes and pants. you laid down on your back; taking your panties off, inviting him into your arms. “good boy.” whispering in his ear.
“please.” he whimpered , you pulled his cock out from his boxers , jerking him off , feeling him rut into your hand. “please just let me put it in.”
you guided his cock into your hole; he let out a loud whimper; pushing himself all the way inside. “fu-fuck , don’t move.” you moaned , he obeyed. “good boy”
you ran your fingers through his hair softly; he sighed , his eyes fluttering closed , his red drunken face falling still. “i-i love you.” his words slurred , you kissed his forehead.
﹕𝜗𝜚﹕ NOTES : LMFAOOO help he’s sooo controlling he’s actually pissing me offff… ANYWAYY js a reminder that it’s connected to the heejake series and it’s at the exact moment where they’re going in vacation tgt so don’t be surprised if in the future parts u see jake and hee are still ‘friends’ cuz it’s happening before the drama loool just wanted to clarify
when they act like your boyfriend until commitment is mentioned, smau!
• SYNOPSIS: A collection of texts where Enhypen give you everything that comes with being a boyfriend...except the title.
• FEATURING: Heeseung, Jay, Jake, and Sunghoon.
PART 2 | PART 3
• A/N: long fics are currently kicking my ass, so it might be a while before i post another one. until then, i thought i'd try something new that i've never done before. hopefully you guys enjoy it!
Pairing : jungwon x bestfriend reader
Genre : non-idol AU, stalking, very concerning behavior from jungwon, manipulation, happy ending
Synopsis : Jungwon was crazy about Y/N. She was his best friend and the person he cared about most, even if she didn't realize it. So when another man gets too close to what belongs to him, Jungwon won't hesitate to stop him. Even if it requires… questionable methods.
Seven Deadly Sins serie
It all started with flowers left in front of her house. Y/N didn't know who they were from, there was no card or message. She thought it was a mistake and continued with her life. Working in a marketing agency, there was no shortage of work, so she quickly forgot about the flower incident.
However, a note was placed on the lid of her lunch in the employees' fridge. A simple "you looked pretty today" sent chills of horror down her spine. Didn't people know that doing this kind of thing was creepy these days?
She quickly threw away the note, grabbed her bento, and left the break room, not without glancing over her shoulder. To have access to the fridge, it had to be someone working on the same floor as her, and that didn't reassure her.
"Hey." Y/N jumped and looked up to see Jungwon near her desk, a colleague and longtime best friend. It was surprising to see that he had chosen to work in the same field as her, knowing he hated it. But Jungwon had just told her he needed a job quickly and had seized the opportunity.
But she was happy to have such a friend by her side. "Oh, hi, Jungwon."
"You're alright? You seem shaken."
"Oh, yeah," she smiled falsely. "Just tired from all these files."
"I've come at the right time to invite you to my place. Movie night like old times?" Y/N nodded with a smile, happy to spend time with her friend like when they were teenagers.
The young woman left work a little early, going home before she had to go to Jungwon's. Her car being in the garage, she had to take the subway and then walk to her place. The flowers and the note must be connected, she was sure of it now, and it didn't reassure her that someone could be watching her like this.
She saw a car turn the corner of her street and quickened her pace, only slowing down after passing through the code-locked gates. God, she was becoming paranoid. Y/N quickly went up to her apartment, locking the door behind her.
In the car, Jungwon watched the light in Y/N's apartment turn on, confirming she had gotten home safely. He hummed, satisfied, then drove toward his place to prepare for his friend's arrival.
"Friend" for whom he had had feelings since they met in middle school. "Friend" for whom he had gone to the same university even though it was far from home. "Friend" for whom he had chosen a job he hated just to be by her side every day and be close to her. "Friend" for whom he would do anything. Even unsavory things…
Y/N felt relieved to arrive at Jungwon's, feeling safer at his place than outside. Her friend had already prepared the snacks and the living room, welcoming her with a smile. Maeumi trotted over to her, and she gave him some pets. "What do you want to watch?"
"Anything but something scary. You always have weird tastes." Jungwon rolled his eyes with a chuckle but started a sci-fi movie.
She wrapped the blanket around herself, Maeumi came to lie across her lap. Her shoulder brushed Jungwon's when she moved, and the young man seemed to hold his breath with each contact. Y/N was able to relax during the evening, even forgetting about those strange gifts.
"It's good to spend time together like the old days," Jungwon smiled, turning off the TV.
"Yeah, even if you still eat all the snacks."
"Hey, you just have to be faster!" She laughed, and Jungwon smiled as he watched her. "Do you want to go home or do you want to sleep here?"
Y/N turned her gaze to the window, the night was already well advanced, then to the clock on the wall. She wouldn't feel safe going home alone at such an hour. "I'd like to sleep here."
"Cool, you can take my bed, I'll sleep on the couch."
"You're sure?"
"Yeah, don't worry about me, darling." She thanked him and stood up to give him a hug.
"Thanks, Won." Jungwon took one last breath of her delicious perfume before letting her go, wishing her good night.
He took off his sweater before lying down on the couch, pulling the blanket that Y/N had wrapped herself in over him. The lights off, only the moonlight filtering through the curtains illuminated the living room. Maeumi kept Y/N company, who had quickly fallen asleep because of all these emotions.
Unable to sleep, Jungwon got up, silently making his way to his bedroom. He pushed the door open, watching Y/N sleep in his bed, the only place he wanted her to be. He approached her, watching her relaxed face. Her long eyelashes brushed the top of her cheekbones, and her lips were slightly parted.
His fingers tenderly stroked her cheek, appreciating the softness of her skin under his fingers. Jungwon walked around the bed to lift the duvet, slipping underneath. He slowly moved so as not to wake Y/N, pressing his body against hers. He wrapped an arm around her waist, enjoying her warmth. His eyes grew heavy, and he fell asleep.
Jungwon woke up the next morning, a warm mass pressed against him. He looked down to see Y/N curled up against him, her head against his bare chest, her arm across his stomach as if she wanted to keep him from leaving even in her sleep. He smiled, gently stroking her hair so as not to wake her.
Not wanting to be caught in bed with her, Jungwon got up without a sound, returning to the living room where he began to prepare breakfast. He left the couch messy to imitate his night spent there, while a delicious smell of pancakes filled the apartment.
Y/N emerged from the bedroom a few moments later, her hair tousled and rubbing her eyes. "Good morning, Won."
"Hey, sleep well?"
"Pretty good. Thanks for letting me use your bed." He assured her it was nothing and handed her a plate of pancakes.
They had breakfast in silence, occasionally talking about what they would respectively be doing on their vacation the following week. Y/N thanked Jungwon for the evening before returning to her apartment.
The young man returned to his room, sitting on his unmade bed. He grabbed the pillow that Y/N had slept on, bringing it to his nose to smell her perfume that made his head spin. God, she drove him crazy.
For several days, Y/N received no more strange gifts, so she thought it was all just coincidences. Just before another note reappeared on her desk, attached to her computer.
"You want me,
I can feel it.
I run from you,
Your eyes hold me back.
Need?
Obsession?
Just an illusion."
Her heart threatened to leap out of her chest. She looked around anxiously, wondering who could have left this there. Why did this kind of thing have to happen to her? "Y/N-nie, you're alright?"
She jumped and turned to one of her colleagues who had just approached her desk, having seen her panicked look. Maybe telling someone would be a good idea. She handed him the paper, and he grabbed it, reading the poem, frowning. "This is really weird and concerning. Are you okay?"
"I don't know. It started with flowers in front of my house, then a note on my bento. I thought it had stopped, but I found that attached to my computer. Do you think someone is stalking me?"
"Don't worry, I'm here for you." He reassured her with a smile, placing a hand on her shoulder. "Your car is in the garage, right? I live in the same neighborhood, so I can drive you home in the evenings so you're not alone."
"Thank you so much, Soo-yon." Y/N smiled at him, squeezing his hand in hers.
At the other end of the open-plan office, Jungwon was squeezing his pencil so tightly in his hands that it broke between his fingers. How could that jerk allow himself the right to touch what belonged to him? No one touched Y/N.
Y/N was relieved to see that Soo-yon was on her side, and the fact that he drove her home in the evenings saved her a long walk in the dark, which was less frightening. She didn't know why they had never talked before because he was charming, and she laughed a lot in his company.
One who was not at all okay with this was Jungwon, because what did she find so great about that idiot? Seeing Soo-yon approach Y/N's desk once again, he jumped to his feet to go see his friend. "Y/N."
"Oh, hey, Won!" He gave a cold nod to their colleague before smiling at the young woman.
"Do you want to come to my place tonight? Movie night?"
"I would have loved to, Won, but Soo-yon invited me to dinner tonight. Maybe another time?" Jungwon shot an acerbic look at the man, who looked away.
"Of course. Have fun. But not too much."
"Alright, thanks, Won," she laughed, placing her hand on his arm.
Jealousy made his veins boil as he returned to his desk, his fists clenched, his nails digging into his palms. No matter how hard he tried to concentrate, he kept seeing Y/N and Soo-yon together.
"Jealousy doesn't suit you, hyung." He glanced to his right, where Ni-ki had leaned back in his seat, a smirk on his lips.
"Shut up."
"Come on, don't you want to know where they're going tonight?" Jungwon didn't answer, just stared at him, and his friend chuckled, starting to type on his computer to hack into Soo-yon's personal calendar to see a reservation at an Italian restaurant. "Here."
Jungwon grabbed the sticky note he handed him, reading the address. "Thanks."
"You owe me one."
"Shut up before I slap you." Ni-ki mimicked him before getting back to work.
That evening, Jungwon dressed in dark clothes to go unnoticed. A cap on his head and a mask covering his face, he went out on foot to go to the address given by Ni-ki. If that idiot Soo-yon really thought he was going on a date with HIS Y/N, he was sorely mistaken.
Luckily, the man had parked in a parking lot a little way off. Jungwon waited for Soo-yon to get out of his car to approach him, checking left and right to make sure no one was there to grab him. A hand around his throat, Jungwon pinned him against his car, choking him enough to prevent him from speaking.
"This will be your only and final warning. If you go near Y/N again, I'll kill you. You don't deserve a single one of her looks or smiles."
"W-Who are you?"
"Someone you don't want to get on the wrong side of if you want to stay alive. Get out of Y/N's life, or we'll find you a nice little grave." Jungwon released him, the man fell to his knees. He trembled as he grabbed his keys, getting back into his car and disappearing into the night.
Jungwon smiled, satisfied, then took off his disguise to return near the restaurant. He could see Y/N through the window, waiting alone at a table in a little black dress that flattered her. He saw her check her watch several times, then her phone, resting her chin on her hand. "Sorry, he's not coming, darling."
He turned on his heel to go home, checking his phone regularly to make sure Y/N hadn't sent him a message. Once in his apartment, he changed and prepared a quick bowl of ramen, Maeumi was eating his kibble in the kitchen.
There was a knock at the door, and he went to open it, finding Y/N on the doorstep. He put on a surprised face. "Y/N? Didn't you have a date?"
"He stood me up, Won." He stepped aside to let her in, Y/N went straight to the living room while he followed with a small smile. "Why did he do that? I thought we were getting along well!"
She sat on the couch, holding her head in her hands. Jungwon joined her and put an arm around her shoulders. "I'm sorry, darling. That jerk doesn't know what he's missing. You don't deserve a guy like him."
"I thought he was really sincere," Y/N sniffled. "Why does it never work out with guys?"
Well, maybe because Jungwon was chasing them all away…?
"You're the only one who always stays by my side, Won. You're always there when I need you."
"That's because I care about you, Y/N. No one can take care of you as well as I can. You know I would do anything for you." She smiled through her tears and snuggled into his arms, her arms around his neck.
Jungwon held her close, pressing her against his body to nestle his face in the crook of her neck. God, he finally had her where he wanted her. "Thanks, Won."
He kissed her temple, his lips stretching into a satisfied smile.
Pairing : sunoo x girlfriend reader
Genre : non-idol AU, fluff, cute lazy sunoo
Synopsis : Y/N loves her sweet and sloth boyfriend.
Seven Deadly Sins serie
The day had barely dawned when Y/N heard her alarm go off. Not wanting to leave the warmth of the bed and the still-sleeping mass of her boyfriend, she turned to see Sunoo still deeply asleep, his face smashed into his pillow, one hand reaching out in her direction as if to make sure she was still there, even in his sleep.
Her lips stretched into a smile before she remembered she had to get ready. Y/N silently got out of bed, leaving the curtains drawn, and went into the bathroom. As usual, she was careful to make as little noise as possible so as not to disturb Sunoo's princess sleep.
After a quick coffee and packing her lunch, Y/N returned to the bedroom. Sunoo was still asleep but had just changed position, mumbling in his sleep when she placed a kiss on his temple. "Love you, sunshine."
Y/N went to work, immersing herself in her files and attending meetings that were more boring than the last. God, sometimes she envied Sunoo, who spent his days at their apartment doing whatever he wanted. Because "why work when I'm already rich." Only the cute ones are lucky.
It was only past eight o'clock when she returned home, greeted by the good smell of dinner already prepared with the table set. She took off her heels, heading to the bedroom where she thought she'd find her boyfriend, and bingo. Sunoo was buried under the duvet, holding his phone in one hand to watch his series.
"I hope you haven't advanced our series without me, sunshine." Sunoo moved his phone aside to smile at her as she changed into a more comfortable outfit.
"You know I would never betray you, baby. I started another one!"
"I wonder how you haven't exhausted the Netflix catalog at this point." Her boyfriend gave her a weary look and grabbed her wrist to pull her toward him.
Y/N collapsed onto the bed with a surprised exclamation, Sunoo pulled the duvet over them, trapping her in his cocoon of warmth. "Sun', I'm exhausted and hungry. Can we cuddle after dinner?"
"No, I want a cuddle now."
"And dinner?"
"Eating can wait." She rolled her eyes but let her head fall back against his shoulder. Sunoo kissed her forehead, nestling his face in the crook of her neck. His fingers traced small circles under the fabric of her tank top, sending delicious shivers through her body.
Sometimes, she wondered why she wanted a cat so badly when she already had Sunoo. He was already her sweet and lazy little kitten.
( in which ) your friends-with-benefits arrangement with jake was supposed to be strictly casual . . . but the lines keep blurring, forcing you to choose between the boy breaking your heart and his best friend waiting to fix it.
PAIRING 𓂃 𝑓𝑡 jake x f! reader x sunghoon ❤︎ smau love triangle romance angst suggestive
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⭑ .ᐟ TW: mentions of sh
author's note that jakehoon reunion was soo needed !! i hope you guys enjoyed the bromance fluff 🧸 but i feel so bad for jake ❤️🩹❤️🩹 i was going to include more texts, but the tumblr limit got to me ! so in the next part, we shall see how y/n is faring in the aftermath
( 양정원 ) In which - You swear your relationship with your hockey captain best friend Yang Jungwon is completely platonic… until one jealous glance during a rivalry game turns fifteen years of unresolved tension into something neither of you can ignore anymore.
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Warnings / Tags: smut, mature content, heavy sexual tension, jealous male, Friends to more , dirty talk, Car sex, Semi-public risk / risky location, Fingering, multiple orgasms
The air in the arena was freezing, a sharp contrast to the suffocating heat radiating from the ice and the roar of the crowd. I leaned against the railing, my eyes locked on number 11, Yang Jungwon;
Jungwon and I have been friends since we’ve been around 7 years old. We lived two houses away from each. One day, a kid dropped my lunch on the playground, and Jungwon shared his with me that day. Since then, we’ve been practically inseparable.
As the captain of the Eastvale Icehawks hockey team, Jungwon was a force of nature on the ice, but today, he was a storm.
We were playing against Westvale Firedoves, our rivals from the neighboring district, and the tension was thick enough to cut with a skate blade.
Myeong Jaehyuns team was currently leading. Jungwon wasn’t satisfied. He was playing with a viciousness I’d rarely seen, his movements sharp, his hits bone-crushing. Every time he collided with an opponent, I could see the irritation etched into the set of his jaw. He didn't just want to win; he wanted to dominate.
As the buzzer sounded for the halftime pause, Jungwon didn't even look toward the stands. He skated straight toward the locker rooms, his shoulders tense, the energy coming off him practically electric.
I sighed, feeling the chill seep through my clothes, and decided to head toward the concession stand for a drink. I was just reaching for my water when a voice, smooth and overly confident, stopped me in my tracks.
"You know, you're a distraction." Sungho said, leaning against the wall beside me. He was one of the Firedoves players, still flushed from the game, his jersey clinging to his chest. He gave me a crooked smile, his eyes scanning me with an openness that made my stomach flip; not out of love, but out of a sudden, sharp awareness of who was watching. "I spent half that period wondering if you were watching me or our mascot?"
I laughed softly, a bit of playful flirting slipping out. “ it was definitely harry the dove!”
“I think you’re lying!”
We talked a bit; I was smiling, leaning in slightly, when the atmosphere suddenly shifted. The air behind me turned cold and heavy. Before I could blink, a strong arm wrapped around my waist, hauling me back against a hard, armored chest.
"She's not interested, Park Sungho," Jungwon’s voice growled, low and dangerous.
He had come back from the lockers, still half-clad in his gear, his eyes dark and narrowed. He didn't just hold me; he claimed me, his grip on my waist possessive and bruising.
Sungho blinked, his smirk faltering. "Says who?"
Jungwon stepped forward, his chest pressing into my back, his voice dropping an octave. "Me."
Without waiting for a response, Jungwon practically dragged me away, his hand locked firmly around mine. He didn't stop until we were in a secluded hallway, far from the noise of the crowd. He spun me around, pinning me against the wall. His breathing was heavy, his chest heaving under the hockey pads.
"What was that?" he demanded, his eyes searching mine.
"Nothing, Yang. He was just talking." I stammered, my heart racing.
"Nothing?!" He leaned in, his face inches from mine, the scent of ice and sweat clinging to him. "You were smiling at him. Flirting."
"I wasn't!"
"Sure," he whispered, a dark glint in his eyes. He stepped back, the irritation still simmering under the surface. "I have to get back. But you better be cheering for us. I'm watching you."
The second half of the game was a blur of violence and victory. Jungwon played like a man possessed, scoring the final goal with a level of aggression that left the other team reeling. When the final whistle blew, Eastvale Icehawks had won .
We celebrated with the school, and after that, Jungwon gave me a ride to my dorm apartment.
The ride home was suffocatingly silent. Jungwon was exhausted, his large frame slumped in the driver's seat of his car. I looked out the window, the streetlights blurring into long streaks of gold. I could feel his gaze on me occasionally, heavy and expectant, but he didn't speak.
“Can you give me my water bottle?” Jungwon asked out of nowhere. I looked over at him. “Where is it?”
He pointed down toward my feet without taking his eyes off the road. “Under there.”
I immediately leaned down, searching through the clutter on the floorboards while the car kept moving. “Won, I can’t find it—”
The moment the words left my mouth, the car jerked as Jungwon abruptly pulled over onto the side of the deserted, tree-lined road and shifted into park.
Without a word, he leaned across me to reach the water bottle near the door handle. His body was draped over mine, his heavy weight pinning me down. His hand stayed on my thigh, his fingers digging into my soft flesh for support as he reached.
I felt my breath hitch, my chest heaving as the heat from his body flooded my senses.
He finally grabbed the bottle and sat back, but he didn't move his hand. He turned to me, a small, wicked smirk playing on his lips.
"Why are you so nervous?" he murmured, taking a slow sip of water, his eyes never leaving mine. "We've been closer than this."
My face flushed a deep crimson. "Shut up, Yang! You swore not to talk about that night again!" I hissed. He chuckled, a low vibration that I felt in my own chest.
He was referring to a few weeks ago; the night we both got completely wasted and the boundaries of a fifteen-year friendship finally shattered. It had been a blur of desperate kissing, dry-humping through our clothes, and me spending an hour on my knees, giving him the best blowjob of his life until he screamed my name. It was the first time we'd ever crossed that line, and we had spent the following weeks pretending it didn't change everything.
Jungwon paused, his gaze dropping to my lap. His hand began to stroke my thigh, his thumb brushing against the hem of my skirt.
"Yeah, but we didn't really end it right," he whispered, his voice turning husky. "Jake interrupted us. I didn't let you feel good. I didn't get to finish what I started."
"Jungwon..." I warned, but my voice was weak.
His fingers migrated higher, sliding up the inside of my thigh, getting dangerously close to my core. "Baby, I know you want it. I know you've been thinking about it since that night. Wanting more. My fingers... my cock..."
"We can't- !" I gasped, though I was already arching my hips toward him.
"Baby, I can feel how wet you are," he groaned, his voice dripping with possessiveness. "You're soaking my seat."
"You're practically begging for me."
With a sudden, decisive movement, his fingers slid under the fabric of my panties, finding my clit. I let out a sharp, loud moan, my head hitting the headrest.
"Fuck, you're dripping," he whispered, his voice a dark caress. He began to rub me, his middle finger circling my nub with a precision that made my toes curl. "Did you think about me while you were talking to Sungho? Did you imagine my fingers inside you while he was looking at you?"
"Yes... fuck- Jungwon, please!"
He didn't stop. He slid one finger deep inside me, then another, stretching me open. He began to fuck me with his fingers, his movements fast and rhythmic. He was talking dirty now, telling me exactly how much he wanted to ruin me, how he had spent the entire hockey game imagining the sound I’d make when he finally filled me up.
"You're so tight," he groaned, his thumb pressing hard against my clit as his fingers hammered into my pussy. "So fucking wet for me. You're mine, remember? Every inch of this belongs to me."
I was sobbing, my body shaking with the intensity of the friction. I reached down, trying to pull him closer, but he stopped abruptly. He pulled his fingers out with a wet pop, leaving me gasping and empty.
"Not here," he whispered.
He climbed over the center console, practically throwing me into the backseat. He stripped out of his pants in a blur of motion, revealing a cock that was thick, veiny, and pulsing with a need that mirrored my own.
He pushed me onto my back, my skirt hiked up to my waist, my legs spread wide. He didn't waste time with foreplay; he guided his head to my entrance and slammed into me in one heavy, singular thrust.
"FUCK- !" I screamed, the feeling of him filling me completely sending a jolt of electricity through my spine.
"Say my name," he commanded, his voice a guttural growl. He began to fuck me with a punishing intensity, his hips slamming against mine with a rhythmic thwack. "Say it, baby. Tell me who owns you."
"You- Jungwon! Please!"
He gripped my hips, his fingers leaving bruises on my skin. He was driving deep, hitting my G-spot with every single stroke. He was relentless, his breath hot against my neck as he whispered in my ear.
"Don't ever think about talking to Sungho again."
"Don't look at him. Don't even breathe the same air as that fucker. You are mine. Do you understand?"
"Yes! I'm yours! Just... fuck me harder!"
He obeyed, his pace increasing until the car was rocking on its suspension. He flipped me over, pushing me onto my hands and knees in the cramped backseat. He grabbed my hair, pulling my head back as he entered me from behind, his cock sliding into my soaking pussy with a wet, slapping sound.
The view from behind was even more intense. I could feel every inch of him stretching me, filling me to the brim. He was fucking me like he wanted to leave a permanent mark, his chest heaving against my back.
"You're so fucking perfect," he groaned, his voice strained. "I've wanted to do this since the moment I saw you today. I wanted to drag you away and fuck the thought of every other man out of your head."
I was close, my walls tightening around him in rhythmic waves. I could feel the pressure building, a tidal wave of pleasure crashing over me.
"I'm coming! Jungwon, I'm coming!"
As I peaked, my body shuddering in a violent orgasm, Jungwon let out a low, guttural roar. He gave three more powerful, deep thrusts, burying himself to the hilt, and then he shuddered. I felt the hot, thick jets of his cum filling me, pulsing deep inside my womb.
But he didn't pull out. He stayed buried inside me, panting, his forehead pressed against my shoulder. After a moment, he slowly withdrew, but as he did, he gripped my waist and pulled me back against him.
He didn't want to waste a drop. He reached around, his hand guiding his cock as he rubbed the head of it against the base of my spine. With a final, forceful groan, he released the rest of his load, the thick, white cream of his cum splashing across the small of my back and the top of my ass.
We stayed like that for a long time, the only sound the ticking of the cooling engine and our synchronized, ragged breaths.
Jungwon kissed the back of my neck, his voice returning to that soft, possessive tone.
On a stormy evening after a group project, college student y/n finds herself soaked and stranded with her childhood best friend, Yang Jungwon.
Warning : jungwon!bestfriend x femreader 18+ MDNI , slight cursing, Smut, Fluff, College AU, Best Friends to Lovers, Unprotected Sex (raw), Multiple Rounds (missionary, cow girl ) , Fingering, Oral (69), Dirty Talk, Teasing, Slight Size Kink, Possessiveness, Fluff-to-Smut.
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you were sitting at an outdoor table on campus, surrounded by trees and a natural atmosphere. You’re a college student currently taking Business Administration.
you were hovering over your laptop and textbooks since you were supposed to be doing a group project. Well, supposedly. The rest of your classmates had left early, complaining and making excuses that they had a long bus ride, meaning they had to leave earlier. You knew a few of them were just tired, and some intentionally just wanted to get out of there.
But across from you, Yang Jungwon — your best friend since childhood — was still there, calmly typing on his laptop, helping you finish the slides without complaint.
He was always like that. Popular, smart, quiet but friendly, the campus gentleman with those sharp cat-like eyes and the killer left dimple that appeared every time he smiled. Half the girls in your department were probably jealous you got to sit across from him like this.
You leaned back and sighed. “Jungwon-ah… you could’ve just gone home early, you know. You didn’t have to stay this long.”
He looked up, one eyebrow raised, that signature dimple flashing as he smirked.
“It’s a school project, y/n,” he said, voice teasing. “And I don’t want my favorite pain in the ass doing it all by herself. Who else is gonna make sure you don’t put wrong data in the charts?”
You rolled your eyes but couldn’t stop the smile tugging at your lips. “Yeah, yeah. My hero.”
“That’s right,” he grinned, leaning forward. “You should be nicer to me. I’m sacrificing my precious nap time for you.”
you few hour's had past it was already getting darker, dark blue sky you glanced at your phone and check the time it was already 6:25 pm..
you glance back at jungwon, "jungwon I'll just finish the rest.. let just go home it's getting darker", jungwon didn't seem to be bothered he nodded started gathering his things too, helped with yours too.
when things finally settled, you started walking side by side, you had to leave right away since you still have to walk outside the campus from were your apartment is. while jungwon has its own dorm inside campus, both of you heard sound of the rain already approaching, within a sec you both were soaked was by rain.
the rain came down hard and sudden, soaking through your clothes in seconds. You hissed in frustration, clutching your backpack tighter against your chest.
“Shit… my laptop!” you hissed.
Jungwon let out a short laugh despite the rain, water dripping from his hair. “Come on, drama queen! My dorm’s closer. Run!”
Before you could protest, he grabbed your hand — his grip warm and firm even through the cold rain — and pulled you along with him. You both sprinted through the dimly lit campus paths, shoes splashing against puddles. His broad shoulders tried to shield you a little, but it was useless. your oversized plaid shirt was now glued to your body, and your wide-leg pants felt like they weighed ten kilos.
By the time you reached his dorm building, you were both laughing and panting. He quickly swiped his keycard, held the door open for you like the gentleman he was, and you rushed inside.
the warm light and sudden quiet after the roaring rain felt heavenly. Jungwon shook his hair like a wet puppy, droplets flying everywhere, then turned to you with a playful grin. His white shirt was now see-through, clinging to his shoulders and chest.
“You look like a drowned cat,” he teased, eyes sparkling with mischief. “A very cute drowned cat, though.”
You were still clutching your backpack to your chest, cheeks warming up. “Ya… Jungwon, it’s fine. I’ll just—”
“Shower,” he cut you off, already walking toward his closet. “No arguments. You’re soaked and I’m not letting you get sick. I’ll lend you clothes. Mine will be big on you but way better than walking home like that.”
He tossed you one of his hoodies and a pair of sweatpants, then tilted his head with that signature dimpled smile.
“Unless you want me to join you in the shower to save water? Best friend privileges,” he joked, winking.
Your eyes widened. “Yang Jungwon!”
He laughed — bright and boyish — clearly enjoying how easily he could fluster you.
“Kidding. Mostly.” He nodded toward the bathroom. “Go warm up. I’ll dry your stuff and order something to eat. You’re not leaving until the rain stops anyway.”
He leaned against the wall, arms crossed, still dripping but looking annoyingly good even like this.
“Hurry up, y/n. Or I really will come drag you in there myself.”
“Don't try...” you warned, raising a small fist at him threateningly as you backed toward the bathroom. “I’m serious, Yang Jungwon. No funny business.”
Jungwon just grinned, that left dimple deepening as he lifted both hands in mock surrender. “Wouldn’t dream of it,” he said, though his cat-like eyes clearly said otherwise. “Go warm up, y/n. I’ll behave… for now.”
You rolled your eyes and quickly slipped into the bathroom, heart beating a little faster than usual.
After a nice warm shower, you changed into the clothes Jungwon lent you — his oversized black hoodie that reached mid-thigh and a pair of gray sweatpants you had to roll at the waist. They smelled like him. You sat on the edge of his bed, still gently ruffling your damp hair with a towel when he came out of the bathroom a few minutes later.
Jungwon had changed into a simple white t-shirt and black sweatpants. A towel was draped over his head as he ruffled his own hair, making it messy in that annoyingly cute way. He walked over and casually plopped down right beside you on the bed, close enough that your knees almost touched.
Without saying anything, he reached over and took the towel from your hands, continuing to gently dry your hair for you.
You froze for a second, then let out a soft laugh. “Jungwon… I can do it myself.”
He didn’t stop. His fingers moved carefully through your hair gently, as he tilted his head with a small smile.
“Let me,” he said softly, voice warm.
You stayed quiet, letting him. The room was filled with only the sound of rain still pouring outside and the faint rustle of the towel. After a moment, Jungwon’s smile turned a little nostalgic.
“You know… this reminds me of when we were five,” he murmured, still drying your hair. “You got all stubborn and ran out to play in the rain even though your mom said no. We both ended up soaked and got scolded so badly.”
You let out a quiet laugh, remembering. “You got in trouble because of me that day.”
“Mhm,” Jungwon hummed, his cat eyes crinkling. “But I still dried your hair after, just like this. Even back then you were already a handful.” He paused, then teased, “Some things never change, huh?”
You turned your head slightly to look at him, cheeks warming again. “And you’re still the same… always acting like my personal caretaker.”
He grinned, showing off that dimple again as he leaned in a little closer, pretending to inspect your hair.
“Someone has to take care of you. You’d probably catch a cold and blame me tomorrow if I didn’t.” His voice dropped playfully, “Or maybe I just like taking care of you. Best friend privilege, remember?”
You nudged his shoulder lightly. “You’re so cheesy today.”
“Only for you,” he winked, still gently tousling your hair with the towel. “Now sit still. I’m not done yet.”
You slowly raised both hands and rested them on the bed for balance, smiling down at him even though he was still gently drying your hair. Jungwon’s fingers paused for a second, but you didn’t let him finish. Instead, you reached for the towel still around his neck and started tousling his damp hair yourself.
“And remember,” you said softly, smiling, “I did the exact same thing to you back then.”
You leaned in a little closer as you dried his hair, your body naturally rising. His head ended up right in front of your chest as he looked up at you with those sharp cat-like eyes. You kept talking casually, completely unaware of how intimate the moment had become.
“You always got sick easier than me, so I had to dry your hair like this every time you followed me into the rain. Remember? You’d complain the whole time but still let me do it.”
Jungwon didn’t answer right away. Instead, his hand slowly moved to rest on your waist, holding you firmly in place. His grip was warm and steady through the oversized hoodie you were wearing. He kept looking up at you, his usual playful smile fading into something softer in his eyes.
You finally noticed.
The playful words died on your lips as your eyes met his. The two of you stared at each other for a long moment — longer than best friends probably should. The sound of rain drumming against the window filled the quiet room.
You slowly lowered your hand, letting the towel rest around his neck. Jungwon’s free hand moved from your waist to gently touch your shoulder, then brushed a strand of damp hair away from your cheek. Both of his hands eventually cupped your face, thumbs lightly stroking your skin.
Your breath caught. Without thinking, you slid your hands around his neck, steadying yourself as you both leaned in closer… closer…
Your foreheads rested together. The warmth of his skin, the familiar scent of his shampoo, the way his breath brushed your lips — everything felt electric.
Then, slowly, naturally, like it had been waiting for years, Jungwon tilted his head just slightly and kissed you.
It was soft at first. Gentle. A careful press of his lips against yours, almost testing if you’d pull away. When you didn’t — when you kissed him back — the kiss deepened, his hands still cradling your face like you were something precious.
He tasted warmth inside you.
When you finally pulled back just enough to breathe, Jungwon’s cat eyes were half-lidded, his left dimple barely showing as he gave you a small, almost shy smile.
“…Took us long enough, huh?” he whispered, voice a little husky, thumb still brushing your cheek. “My stubborn best friend.”
Before you could even answer him, before your brain could catch up with what just happened, you pulled him in again.
Your hands tightened around his neck as you leaned forward and kissed him once more — this time with a little more confidence and little more need. Jungwon let out a soft surprised sound against your lips before melting into it, his arms wrapping fully around your waist and pulling you closer.
The second kiss was warmer. Deeper. Less careful.
His lips moved against yours with that same gentle firmness he always had, but now there was a quiet hunger behind it. One of his hands slid up your back, fingers slipping under the oversized hoodie you were wearing, pressing against your warm skin. The other stayed on your waist, holding you like he was afraid you’d disappear.
When you finally pulled back, both of you were breathing a little heavier. Your foreheads stayed pressed together. Jungwon’s cat-like eyes were darker now, half-lidded, and that famous left dimple appeared as he gave you a small, breathless smile.
“Wow… okay,” he whispered, voice teasing, though slightly shaky. “If I knew drying your hair would lead to this, I would’ve done it every single day since we were kids.”
You let out a soft laugh, still holding onto him. Your cheeks were burning.
“Shut up, Jungwon…”
He chuckled, the sound warm. He leaned in and placed a quick, playful kiss on the tip of your nose, then your forehead, before resting his head against yours again.
“You know,” he murmured, thumb gently stroking your lower back under the hoodie, “I’ve been waiting for you to do that for years. My stubborn best friend finally kissed me first. I’m never letting you live this down.”
His eyes sparkled with that familiar mischief, but there was something softer underneath — something real.
“So…” he tilted his head, lips brushing yours again teasingly, “does this mean I can stop pretending I only see you as my best friend? Or are we still playing that game?”
He stayed close, arms wrapped around you, waiting for your answer while the rain continued pouring outside — like the world had slowed down just for the two of you.
You nodded slowly, eyes locked on his.
“No more pretending,” you whispered.
Then you wrapped your arms around his neck tighter, pulling him even closer until there was almost no space left between you. Your noses brushed, and you could feel the warmth of his breath against your lips as you stared at him — really looked at him.
Jungwon’s eyes softened, but the playful spark was still there. His left dimple slowly appeared as he smiled, arms tightening around your waist in return.
“Good,” he murmured, voice low and a little husky. “Because I’ve been pretending for way too long.”
He leaned in first this time, capturing your lips in another kiss. This one was slower, deeper, like he was savoring the fact that he finally could. One of his hands slid up your back under the hoodie, fingers tracing gentle patterns on your skin while the other stayed firmly on your waist, keeping you pressed against him.
When he pulled back just enough to speak, his forehead rested against yours again.
“You have no idea how many times I wanted to do this,” he confessed with a soft chuckle, brushing his nose against yours playfully. “Every time you smiled at me. Every time you teased me. Every single time we got caught in the rain together… I just wanted to kiss you.”
You laughed quietly, your fingers playing with the hair at the nape of his neck.
Jungwon tilted his head, eyes narrowing in that cute mischievous way. “So… does this mean you’re officially my girl now? Or are we still calling this best friend privileges with extra steps?”
He leaned in and placed a quick, teasing kiss on the corner of your mouth, then your cheek, then the tip of your nose — clearly enjoying how flustered he could still make you.
“Because I’m really hoping it’s the first one,” he added, voice dropping playfully as he hugged you tighter. “I’ve waited since we were kids to call you mine, y/n."
You smiled softly, still wrapped tightly around him, and whispered against his lips.
“I have always been yours, silly.”
Jungwon’s eyes widened for a split second before that bright, heart-melting smile broke across his face — the one that showed his left dimple perfectly. He let out a soft, relieved laugh and buried his face in the crook of your neck, hugging you even tighter.
“God… you’re going to kill me saying things like that,” he mumbled against your skin, his breath warm. He pulled back just enough to look at you again.
You tilted your head, still holding him close. “So… what now?”
Jungwon hummed thoughtfully, pretending to think seriously while his hands gently caressed your waist under the oversized hoodie.
“Hmm… good question,” he said, voice playful. He leaned in and gave you a slow, sweet kiss before pulling away with a smirk.
“What now is… I finally get to do all the things I’ve been holding back for years.”
He gently pushed a strand of your hair behind your ear, then rested his forehead against yours again.
“First, I’m keeping you here tonight. No walking home in the rain. Second…” He kissed the corner of your mouth teasingly. “I get to call you my girlfriend. For real this time. No more just best friends excuses.”
He pulled back slightly, eyes softening as he looked at you with that gentle, fond expression only you ever got to see.
“And third…” His voice dropped a little, more sincere now. “We take this slow if you want… or not slow. Whatever you’re comfortable with. You’ve always been my priority, y/n. That’s not changing just because I can finally kiss you whenever I want.”
He grinned again, that playful glint returning as he lightly poked your side.
“But fair warning… I’m probably going to be annoyingly clingy now. You created this monster, so you have to deal with it.”
Jungwon leaned in and kissed you once more — soft, lingering, and full of quiet joy — before resting his chin on your shoulder, hugging you close while the rain continued falling outside.
“So… girlfriend,” he whispered teasingly against your ear. “What do you want to do now?”
You stayed wrapped in his arms pulled him away for a sec, your faces so close that your breaths mixed. Looking straight into his eyes, something bolder took over. Your voice dropped to a soft, shaky whisper.
“I’ve thought about it so many times… how you’d feel inside me,” you confessed, cheeks burning. “How warm you’d be… how deep you could go.”
The words hung heavy between you.
You whispered those bold words against his lips, and something in Jungwon snapped.
For a second, Jungwon froze, his eyes darkening instantly. His grip on your waist tightened, fingers pressing into your skin like he was trying to steady himself. You could feel his heartbeat pick up against your chest.
Then you slowly pulled back just enough to smile at him — a shy but playful little smile, like you couldn’t believe you’d just said that.
Jungwon let out a shaky breath, his left dimple flashing as he smirked, though his ears had turned bright red.
“Fuck, y/n…” he whispered, voice suddenly Husky “You can’t say something like that while looking at me with those eyes and then smile so innocently.”
His eyes darkened with want. Without another word, he pulled you into a deep, hungry kiss, tongues meeting as he flipped you both so you were lying on your back on his bed.
You tugged at his shirt impatiently. Jungwon helped you pull it over his head, then reached for the oversized hoodie you were wearing. Piece by piece, your clothes disappeared — his shirt, his sweatpants, your borrowed clothes — until both of you were completely bare, skin against skin.
He kissed you like he was starving, hands roaming over your body with a mix of gentleness and desperation. His lips moved from your mouth to your neck, then lower, leaving soft marks on your collarbone as he settled between your legs.
“Been waiting so long for this…” he breathed against your skin.
You pulled him back up, kissing him hard as you felt him press against your entrance bare Raw.
Jungwon looked into your eyes, silently asking. You nodded, wrapping your arms around his neck.
He pushed in slowly at first, groaning deeply as he felt your warmth surround him. Inch by inch, he filled you completely, stretching you open until he bottomed out with a shaky breath.
“Fuck… y/n,” he whispered, voice rough. “You feel even better than I imagined.”
He started moving — deep, steady thrusts that pressed you harder into the sheets. You moaned, legs wrapping around him. Jungwon grabbed your thighs, pushing them back toward your chest, opening you up more as he fucked you raw.
Your hands moved to hold the back of your own thighs, steadying them just like he wanted, keeping yourself spread for him. You looked up at him — flushed cheeks, messy hair, that left dimple showing even now as he smiled through the pleasure.
Jungwon’s eyes were locked on yours, intense and full of emotion as he thrust deeper, the sound of skin meeting skin mixing with the rain.
“Look at me, baby,” he panted, leaning down to kiss you messily while still moving inside you. “Been my best friend for years… now you’re finally mine. All mine.”
He picked up the pace, fucking you harder, pressing you deeper into the mattress. Every thrust was raw, warm, and perfect. His hands stayed on your thighs, helping you hold them open as he drove into you again and again.
You could feel every inch of him.
“Jungwon…” you moaned his name, eyes never leaving his.
He groaned, forehead pressed to yours, breathing heavy.
“That’s it… keep looking at me while I fuck you,” he whispered playfully, even now, voice husky. “My pretty girl.”
“Fuck… fuck… fuck…” you whimpered breathlessly, the words spilling out like a broken prayer as Jungwon drove into you harder.
You were holding the back of your own thighs tightly, keeping them pressed up and open for him just like he wanted. Every deep, raw thrust made your body jolt against the sheets, your voice cracking into soft, desperate moans.
Jungwon groaned above you, his cat-like eyes dark and locked on your face, watching every expression you made.
“Shit, baby…” he panted, voice husky and strained. “You’re squeezing me so tight.”
He leaned down closer, folding you even more as he fucked you deeper — slow but powerful strokes that made you feel every inch of him. Skin slapped against skin, wet and filthy, mixing with the heavy sound of rain pounding against the window.
“Look at you,” he whispered hotly against your ear, one hand still gripping your thigh while the other braced beside your head. “My pretty best friend… moaning my name while I fuck you raw like this.”
You moaned louder, eyes fluttering as pleasure crashed through you. “Jungwon… fuck—”
He kissed you messily, swallowing your whimpers as his hips snapped forward again and again, burying himself to the hilt every time. The angle had him hitting that perfect spot inside you over and over, making your toes curl.
He pulled back just enough to look at you, sweat glistening on his forehead, that left dimple flashing even through his wrecked expression.
“You’re so fucking wet for me,” he groaned, voice playful but dripping with lust. “Been holding this in for years… and now you’re letting me ruin you like this? So good for me, baby.”
His pace quickened, thrusting harder, deeper, pressing your thighs further back as he fucked you into the mattress. Your moans turned into high-pitched whimpers, body trembling beneath him.
Jungwon pressed his forehead to yours, breathing heavily.
“Tell me if it’s too much,” he murmured, even as he kept pounding into you, “but fuck… I don’t want to stop. You feel too perfect.”
He kissed you again, swallowing another string of “fuck… fuck…” that fell from your lips, hips never slowing down.
“Fuck… fuck… fuck…” you kept whimpering, voice breaking with every deep thrust as Jungwon fucked you raw, your hands still gripping the back of your thighs to keep yourself spread open for him.
Jungwon’s pace became more intense, hips snapping harder as he felt you clenching around him.
“Jungwon…” you moaned loudly, eyes glassy with pleasure. “Jungwon…!”
“That’s it, baby,” he groaned, voice rough and low. He leaned down, pressing his chest against yours while still holding your thighs open. “Cum for me. Let me feel you.”
He angled his hips and started hitting that perfect spot relentlessly, faster and deeper. Your moans turned into broken cries as the pressure built unbearably tight inside you.
“Jungwon—!” you gasped sharply, body suddenly tensing.
You came hard around him, thighs shaking in your own grip as waves of pleasure crashed through you. Your walls pulsed and squeezed him tightly, making Jungwon groan deeply, he fucked you through your orgasm.
“Fuck, you’re so tight when you cum…” he panted, kissing your neck messily while still moving inside you, slower now to let you ride it out.
You were still trembling when you finally caught your breath. Looking up at him with hazy eyes, you whispered breathlessly,
“Let me… take over…”
Jungwon’s eyes flashed with surprise and excitement. He gave you a lazy, dimpled smirk even while still buried deep inside you.
“Yeah?” he breathed, leaning down to kiss you once before pulling out slowly, making you both hiss at the loss.
He rolled onto his back beside you, his hard cock glistening and flushed. You didn’t waste time — you climbed on top of him, straddling his hips. Jungwon’s hands immediately found your waist, guiding you as you hovered over him.
“Go on then, baby,” he said, voice husky and teasing, though his eyes were blazing. “Take over. Use me however you want.”
You wrapped your hand around his length, lining him up before slowly sinking down onto him again, taking every inch until he was fully inside you once more. The new angle made both of you moan.
Jungwon’s head fell back against the pillow, hands gripping your hips tightly.
“Shit… you look so good on top,” he groaned, watching you with hooded eyes. “Ride me, y/n. Show your best friend— fuck, your boyfriend how badly you’ve wanted this too.”
He gave you that signature playful smirk even while breathing heavily, thumbs stroking your skin encouragingly.
You braced your hands on his chest and started riding him, rolling your hips in a steady rhythm, taking him deep with every movement. Jungwon’s grip on your waist tightened, fingers digging into your skin as he watched you with hungry eyes.
“Cum for me please…” you moaned breathlessly, voice shaky as you bounced on his cock. “Baby… Jungwon please— cum inside me…”
Jungwon groaned loudly, his head pressing back into the pillow for a second before he snapped his gaze back to you. That left dimple appeared as he smirked through the pleasure.
“Fuck, y/n… you’re so dirty when you want something,” he rasped. “Begging your best friend to fill you up like this?”
He sat up slightly, wrapping one strong arm around your back while the other gripped your hip hard, guiding your movements. He started thrusting up to meet you, driving himself deeper with every bounce.
“That’s it, baby. Ride me just like that— fuck, you’re taking me so well,” he growled against your neck, biting down lightly. “You feel so fucking good… so warm and wet. This pussy was made for me, wasn’t it?”
You moaned louder, hips moving faster as he guided you, controlling the pace with his firm hands. Jungwon’s breath was hot against your skin, his voice dropping even lower.
“You want me to cum inside you? Want your boyfriend to fill you up raw until it’s dripping out of you?” He thrust up harder, making you cry out. “Been waiting years to breed this pretty cunt… and now you’re asking so nicely.”
He kissed you messily, tongues sliding together as he helped you ride him faster, deeper. His hand slipped between your bodies, thumb rubbing tight circles on your clit.
“Cum again for me first,” he demanded playfully, even while panting. “I want to feel you squeezing my cock before I fill you up.”
The pressure built quickly. Between his thrusts, his thumb, and his filthy words, you came again with a broken moan, clenching hard around him.
Jungwon groaned deeply, hips stuttering. “That’s my good girl— fuck!”
He pulled you down hard onto him and came, pulsing hot and deep inside you. You felt every twitch, every warm spurt as he filled you up, groaning your name against your shoulder.
For a moment, the only sounds were your heavy breathing and the rain still pouring outside.
But Jungwon wasn’t done.
He flipped you over onto your back in one smooth motion, still buried inside you. His eyes were gleaming with mischief and hunger as he looked down at you, a lazy smirk on his lips.
“Another round,” he whispered, voice husky. He slowly rolled his hips, pushing his cum even deeper into you. “You didn’t think I was finished with you after one time, did you?”
He leaned down and kissed you deeply, already starting to move again — slower this time, but just as deep.
“Look at me, baby,” he murmured against your lips, that signature dimple showing. “I’m gonna fuck you all night. My pretty girlfriend deserves to be ruined properly, don’t you think?”
Jungwon stayed buried deep inside you for a few more moments, savoring the way you were still fluttering around him. Then, with a slow, deliberate roll of his hips, he pulled out almost completely — only the tip of his cock resting against your soaked entrance.
You whimpered at the sudden emptiness.
“Jungwon…” you breathed, voice needy and slightly frustrated.
He smirked down at you, that signature left dimple deepening. Sweat glistened on his skin, but he looked far too composed for someone who had just fucked you senseless.
“Hmm?” he hummed innocently, tilting his head. One hand slid down between your bodies, and he lazily rubbed the head of his cock up and down your slick folds, teasing your clit with every slow stroke. “What’s wrong, baby?”
You tried to roll your hips up to take him back in, but he pulled back just enough to deny you, chuckling softly.
“Jungwon…” you whined again, reaching for his shoulders.
He caught your wrists gently and pinned them above your head with one hand, leaning down so his lips brushed against your ear.
“So impatient,” he teased, voice low and playful. “You were just begging me to cum inside you like a good girl… and now you’re already desperate for more?”
He continued rubbing his cock against you — slow, torturous slides through your wetness, occasionally pressing just the tip inside before pulling back out again. Every time you thought he’d finally push in, he denied you with a soft laugh.
“Look at you,” he murmured, kissing along your jaw. “My sweet best friend… now my greedy little girlfriend. You’re dripping everywhere, y/n. Making such a mess on my sheets.”
He pressed in just a little deeper this time — only halfway — then pulled out again completely, tapping his cock against your sensitive clit.
“Jungwon, please…” you gasped, squirming underneath him.
“Please what?” he asked, eyes gleaming with that familiar teasing glint. He leaned down and kissed you softly, then pulled back before you could deepen it. “You want me to fuck you again? Or should I keep teasing this pretty pussy until you’re crying for me?”
He rubbed his length against you even slower, watching your face closely, clearly enjoying every frustrated moan and whimper you let out.
“I’ve waited years to have you like this,” he whispered hotly against your neck, nipping at your skin. “Let me enjoy my new favorite toy for a little longer, yeah?”
He finally pushed the tip back in, stretching you open again, but stayed completely still, refusing to give you the friction you desperately wanted.
“Tell me nicely, baby,” he cooed, smiling against your lips. “Beg your boyfriend properly.”
“Please… baby…” you whimpered, hips twitching desperately under him. “I want you inside… please.”
Jungwon’s teasing smirk finally softened into something darker and hungrier. He let out a low groan at your sweet begging.
“Fuck… how can I say no when you ask like that?”
He pushed back inside you in one smooth, deep thrust, burying himself to the hilt. You both moaned loudly as he filled you again. This time he didn’t tease — he fucked you properly, harder, hips snapping against yours while he held your thighs open.
“Such a good girl,” he panted, kissing you messily. “My pretty girlfriend takes me so well.”
You went through a few more intense rounds after that — switching positions, him taking you from behind. The rain eventually stopped, but the sounds of your moans and skin slapping together filled the room for hours.
Eventually, you both ended up in a heated 69. You were on top facing backward, leaning down to take his cock into your mouth, sucking him eagerly while he had his face buried between your thighs. Jungwon groaned against your swollen pussy, sucking on your clit while two fingers pumped inside you.
“Fuck— just like that, baby,” he moaned, voice muffled as he licked and fingered you messily. “Suck me deeper… yeah, good girl.”
You whimpered around his length, hips grinding back against his tongue as he devoured you. Both of you were desperate and sloppy, chasing pleasure until you both came hard one last time.
The next morning, soft sunlight filtered through the curtains. You slowly woke up, body deliciously sore, voice raspy from hours of moaning and whimpering his name.
Your eyes widened when you realized how bright it was outside.
“Jungwon…” you called, voice hoarse and rough.
He stirred beside you, pulling you closer under the blanket. Both of you were still completely naked, skin warm against each other.
“Hmm?” he mumbled sleepily, burying his face in your neck. Then his eyes opened slowly. When he saw the time on his phone, he let out a quiet laugh.
“Shit… we’re definitely late for class.”
He rolled over so he was half on top of you, kissing your forehead, then your cheeks, then your lips gently.
“Morning, girlfriend,” he whispered with a playful smile, that left dimple showing. “How’s your voice? Sounds like someone got properly ruined last night.”
You blushed, hiding your face in his chest. Jungwon chuckled and hugged you tighter, his hand gently rubbing your back in slow, soothing circles.
Aftercare mode was fully on. He kissed the top of your head and spoke softly.
“You okay? Not too sore?” He gently stroked your hair. “I’ll make you some warm tea for your throat. We can skip morning classes… or at least the first one. I’ll send a message to our group chat saying we’re finishing the project.”
He pulled back slightly to look at you, eyes full of warmth and affection.
“Last night was… everything,” he said sincerely, brushing his thumb across your cheek. “No more pretending. You’re really mine now.”
You smiled tiredly and nodded. Jungwon leaned in and gave you one last soft kiss.
“Stay in bed a little longer, baby. I’ll take care of you today too… just like always.”
You shook your head, still curled up against him under the blanket, body sore and voice raspy.
“No… we aren’t even done yet. Get up, get up,” you said, poking his chest. “The project isn’t finished. We still have to meet the group today.”
Jungwon groaned dramatically, burying his face in your neck. “But you’re sore… and I like you in my bed.”
“Too bad,” you laughed, pushing at his shoulder even though your legs still felt shaky. “Responsibility first, boyfriend.”
He lifted his head, eyes narrowing playfully at the new title. That left dimple appeared as he smirked.
“Say that again.”
“Boyfriend,” you repeated, cheeks warming.
Jungwon’s expression softened into something dangerously fond. He leaned in and kissed you slow and deep, like he was sealing the word into reality.
“Fine,” he sighed against your lips. “But I’m helping you with everything today. No arguments.”
He stayed true to his word. After another gentle shower (with lots of soft kisses but no more sex), he helped you dry off and even carried you back to your apartment when your legs protested walking too much.
At your place, Jungwon sat on your bed and watched with a small smile as you changed. You slipped into the cute floral skirt that swayed gently around your thighs, a white tube top, and a soft cardigan over it. He stood up to help adjust the cardigan, fingers lingering on your waist.
“You look beautiful,” he murmured, pressing a kiss to your temple. “Still can’t believe you’re mine now.”
He walked you all the way to campus, hand in hand the entire time, refusing to let you carry your own bag.
When you finally reached the outdoor table, the rest of the group was already there. You sat down carefully — very aware of how sore you were — and Jungwon immediately scooted his chair right next to yours, arm resting along the back of your seat.
The group noticed the extra closeness right away.
One of the girls smirked. “You two are extra attached today. Did something happen?”
Jungwon just smiled calmly, his fingers lightly playing with the sleeve of your cardigan. “We stayed up really late finishing the slides. Right, y/n?”
You nodded, trying to keep a straight face. “Yeah. Very long night.”
The others laughed it off easily.
“Typical Jungwon and y/n behavior,” one of the guys said, waving it away. “You two have been glued together since freshman year. Nothing new.”
They had no idea.
Under the table, Jungwon’s hand rested possessively on your thigh, thumb drawing slow circles over your floral skirt. He leaned in close while pretending to look at the shared laptop screen, whispering softly in your ear.
“If they knew I spent half the night buried inside my best friend… and that she’s still sore because of me… they wouldn’t be so casual about it.”
You pinched his leg under the table, cheeks burning.
“Focus,” you whispered back, but you couldn’t hide your smile.
Jungwon just chuckled quietly, that killer dimple flashing as he turned back to the group and started calmly explaining the next part of the presentation like nothing had changed.
But everything had.
He stayed glued to your side the entire session — refilling your water, handing you pens, occasionally brushing your hair behind your ear. The group just assumed it was normal best-friend behavior.
Only you two knew the truth behind every soft touch and secret glance.
When the group finally wrapped up for the day, Jungwon leaned in again, lips brushing your ear.
“Project’s done. Now can I take my girlfriend home?” His voice dropped teasingly. “I’ll be gentle this time… maybe.”
He gave you that mischievous cat-like smile, waiting for your answer.
You turned to him with a soft laugh, reaching up to gently squeeze his cheek between your fingers. His skin was warm under your touch.
“Alright, alright, baby…” you whispered, voice still a little raspy from last night.
Jungwon’s eyes widened for a split second in surprise, then softened with pure affection. That signature left dimple deepened as he smiled brightly, clearly loving the new pet name in public — even if the group couldn’t hear.
The rest of the group was busy packing up their things, chatting among themselves, completely unaware of the intimate little moment happening right beside them.
Jungwon leaned in closer, his hand still resting on your thigh under the table, and murmured just loud enough for you to hear.
“Say it again later when we’re alone. I like how it sounds coming from my girlfriend.”
You rolled your eyes fondly but couldn’t stop smiling. He helped you gather your things, slinging both your bag and his over his shoulder before offering his hand.
As the two of you walked away from the table, side by side under the late afternoon sun, Jungwon glanced back at the group once and then at you, his expression warm and content.
“Best friends to this… took us long enough,” he said softly, squeezing your hand. “No more pretending.”
You leaned your head against his shoulder as you walked, the floral skirt swaying gently with each step.
“Yeah,” you whispered. “Finally.”
Jungwon pressed a quick, sweet kiss to the top of your head, that playful sparkle still in his eyes.
“Come on, baby. Let’s go home. I still owe you proper aftercare… and maybe round… whatever we’re on now.”
You laughed and squeezed his hand tighter.
The rain from last night was long gone. The sky was clear, and so was everything between you two.
— holy moly anyways I hope you enjoy it anon (~￣³￣)~ ♡
• synopsis ৎ You and Jungwon have been in a long-distance relationship for four months. Every night you connect on video call, but what starts with “I miss you” always ends the same way Jungwon watching you intensely through the screen, telling you exactly how he wants you to touch yourself for him. Missing each other had never felt this hot.
ㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤYang jungwon x fem! reader
⠀ ⠀ ⠀CONTENTS — 18+ Content / Explicit, Phone Sex / Erotic Video Call, Detailed Dirty Talk, Mutual Masturbation, Use of Vulgar Words (cunt, cock, fuck, cum, etc.), Soft Domination / Sexual Instructions, Descriptive Orgasms, Sexual Frustration Due to Long-Distance Relationship
⠀ ⠀ ⠀NOTE — I remembered this live and it made me want to write this. If you have suggestions or ideas for stories or something you can tell me, I don't have any ideas to write anymore 🙂↕️
The video call connected at 2:14 a.m.
Four months had passed since they'd last seen each other in person. Four months of crazy schedules, Jungwon traveling from country to country doing his thing, and you trying to carry on with your normal life while counting down the hours until you could talk to him.
He appeared on screen in the dim light of his room. His hair was still damp from the shower after practice, he wore a simple black t-shirt that clung slightly to his torso, and he had that tired expression you knew so well. But as soon as he saw you, his eyes softened.
"Hey, my love," Jungwon murmured in that husky voice you loved so much. You let out a little nasal laugh at the sight of him like that, so cute and exhausted.
"Are you really tired?" you asked, smiling. "Do you want me to let you sleep?"
Jungwon replied, almost offended, "No. Don't even think about hanging up."
He adjusted the camera so you could see his face better. That face that always made you drool, even when he was dead tired.
You smiled and settled on your side in bed, your phone pointed directly at your face. Every now and then, without meaning to, you lowered the angle a little, revealing your tight black tank top with a neckline that didn't go unnoticed.
And Jungwon noticed.
"Tell me, how have you been?" you asked. He ran a hand through his hair, thoughtful, and sighed.
"Traveling all the time is exhausting… but it's okay, I guess. You tell me, my love. I want to hear your voice." He repositioned the phone, placed it on a stand on the table, and sat up more comfortably. Now the camera captured his entire torso. He was wearing loose white cotton pants that hung loosely at the hips. He rested his arms on his legs and looked at you intently, waiting for you to speak.
You swallowed.
"It was such a long day…" you began, glancing around your room. "I was with my sister almost the whole time, we went shopping, and then…"
As you spoke, Jungwon listened intently. Or at least it seemed that way. His eyes followed every movement of your lips, how they moved as you spoke, how your eyes occasionally darted away from the camera, flustered. He noticed the soft blush on your cheeks and, above all, how your breasts looked larger and rounder because of the position you were lying in.
It had been months since he'd touched you. Months since he'd been able to kiss you, smell you, feel you. Every little detail about your body was starting to affect him more than he wanted to admit.
You unconsciously bit your lower lip, smiling as you continued: "…in the end, I made instant ramen because I was too lazy to cook, but I made it like it was my last supper."
You were usually the one who did most of the talking on video calls. Jungwon liked listening to you. But tonight he was quieter, more distracted. His eyes flicked down from your face to your chest and back up again.
You decided to tease him a little.
"Your hair looks longer, didn't you cut it a week ago?" Jungwon raised his hands and touched his hair, ruffling it slightly. That simple movement made his shirt ride up a little, revealing a glimpse of his abdomen.
You unconsciously squeezed your legs together, feeling that familiar tingling sensation settle in your stomach.
Jungwon stared at you silently for a few seconds that felt like an eternity. His eyes were no longer soft. There was something darker in them, something that was slowly growing.
"Yes, I cut it about ten days ago…" he finally replied, his voice lower than usual. "But it's grown back now. Do you like it?"
You nodded slowly, unconsciously biting your lip.
"It looks good on you… you look more handsome like that," you said, almost in a whisper.
Jungwon didn't answer right away. He just looked at you. His gaze traveled slowly down your neck, stopping at the neckline of your tank top, where it lingered for a moment, his breaths becoming deeper. The silence grew heavy, oppressive.
Then he looked back up into your eyes.
"Keep talking," he murmured, almost as a gentle command. "Don't stop."
You tried to continue recounting your day, but the words came out slower, more distracted. Jungwon was no longer pretending to listen attentively. His eyes kept returning to your chest, to the way the fabric adjusted to your body with each breath.
You shifted slightly in bed and, without meaning to, squeezed your thighs together. Jungwon noticed immediately. His right hand slid slowly down his own abdomen, over the black T-shirt, as if he were holding back. The fabric rode up slightly, and you could see the skin of his waist. That small detail sent a rush of heat through your belly.
"Why are you squeezing your legs together?" he asked softly, almost hoarsely. "Is something wrong?"
You remained silent, feeling your pulse throb in your throat. Jungwon tilted his head slightly, his gaze never leaving yours.
"We've been like this for four months…" he continued, almost speaking to himself, "Seeing each other through a screen. Missing each other. Wanting each other."
He was silent for a few seconds, just breathing. The air between you felt electric, even though you were thousands of miles apart.
"Pull down one strap," he asked suddenly, softly but clearly. "Just one. I want to see you better."
Your heart raced. You slowly slid the left strap off your shoulder. The fabric slipped down slightly, revealing more skin and the upper curve of your breast. Jungwon let out a long, deep sigh, almost inaudible.
"Like this…" he murmured, his eyes fixed on you. "You look so soft."
He unconsciously ran his tongue over his lower lip and added, more quietly, "Keep telling me… but gently touch yourself through your shirt. I want to see you do it."
Your hand trembled slightly as you raised it. You first grazed your neck, then slowly moved down until you covered one of your breasts through the fabric. You gently squeezed it, feeling your nipple already hard and sensitive against your palm. A ragged breath escaped you.
Jungwon swallowed visibly. His eyes followed your every movement, as if hypnotized. He adjusted himself in the chair, spreading his legs a little wider, and rested an arm on the back. His shirt rode up slightly, revealing a line of skin on his lower abdomen.
"Slower…" he whispered. "Like this, as if it were my hand touching you. I want to imagine I'm there."
You obeyed, massaging your breast with slow, circular motions. Each time you pressed a little harder, you felt a wave of heat rush down between your legs. Jungwon didn't look away for a second. His free hand moved over his own abdomen, slowly moving up and down, almost unconsciously.
"I've wanted to touch you for so long," he confessed softly.
He paused, taking a deep breath. His eyes flicked up to your face for a second, noticing how you bit your lip and how your cheeks were getting redder.
"Do you like it when I look at you like this?" he asked, his voice deeper. "Tell me the truth."
You nodded slightly, not daring to say much. Jungwon barely smiled, but it was a dark, heavy smile. "Good… then don't stop. Keep touching yourself for me. I want to see how your chest moves when you breathe. I want to see you get hotter and hotter just because I'm watching."
The atmosphere between you felt thick, heavy with pent-up desire. Neither of you wanted to rush things, but you both knew this call wasn't going to end like the others.
Jungwon watched you, his eyelids slightly drooping, his breathing deeper. His gaze was so intense you could almost feel it as a real caress on your skin. He said nothing, just watched you touch yourself, following every slow movement of your hand over your breast. "Breathe," he murmured after a while, his voice deep and calm. "Don't tense up. I want you to feel everything slowly."
You did as he asked. You slowly exhaled as you continued massaging your breast, squeezing it with more confidence. The fabric of your shirt had already slipped down quite a bit, and now it barely covered anything. Jungwon moistened his lips, clearly affected.
"Like that… perfect," he whispered. "Look how your nipple is showing… it's so hard now. Does it excite you to know I'm watching you?"
You nodded, biting your lip harder. You felt the heat building lower and lower, between your thighs, dampening your underwear. Jungwon noticed you moving your hips almost imperceptibly against the bed.
"You're restless," he commented with a small, dangerous smile. "Does it hurt down there? Do you feel that throbbing that won't go away?" You didn't answer with words, only let out a ragged sigh.
Jungwon leaned forward slightly, resting his elbows on his knees, and the camera captured his face and part of his torso more clearly.
"I want you to do one more thing for me," he said softly, almost as if he were asking you a favor. "Lower your hand… very slowly… and touch your other breast too. I want to see both of them at the same time. I want to see how they move when you squeeze them."
You obeyed. With both hands now, you began to touch your breasts, squeezing them, massaging them with slow, circular movements. The tank top was practically useless now; it just hung around your waist. Jungwon exhaled sharply, as if he'd been gasped for air.
"Oh my God…" he murmured, almost to himself. "You're so beautiful. You have no idea how much I want you here, to bury my face between your breasts and suck you until you tremble."
His right hand slid down her abdomen again, this time more decisively. It stopped just above the waistband of her white pants, where a noticeable erection was beginning to show. He didn't touch himself directly, just ran his fingers over it, grazing the fabric, as if he were struggling to control himself.
"Keep going… don't stop," he pleaded, his voice huskier. "Squeeze them tighter. Imagine they're my hands… that I'm there kissing your neck while I touch you."
You pressed harder, and a soft moan escaped you. Jungwon closed his eyes for a second, as if that sound had hit him directly.
"Again," he demanded in a low voice. "I want to hear you. Don't be quiet."
You let out another moan, clearer and softer, as you continued touching yourself in front of the camera. The heat between your legs was almost unbearable.
Jungwon ran a hand through his hair, messing it up, and let out a long sigh.
"Baby…" he said, looking you straight in the eyes this time. "If you knew everything I want to do to you right now… you'd get even wetter." He was quiet for a few seconds, just breathing heavily, watching you touch yourself as if it were the most delicious thing he'd seen in months.
"Tell me…" he continued, his voice lower and more dangerous. "Do you want me to tell you everything I'd do if I were there with you? Or would you prefer I ask you to move your hand a little lower?"
You were silent for a few seconds, breathing heavily, your hands still on your breasts. You felt your heart pounding in your chest and that wet heat between your legs growing more and more insistent.
Jungwon waited patiently, looking at you with an intensity that disarmed you. He wasn't pressuring you, just observing you, letting the silence speak for both of you.
"I want… you to ask me," you finally replied, almost in a whisper.
A slow, dark smile appeared on his lips.
"Good," he murmured. "Then lower your hand… very slowly. Pass it over your stomach… and slip it under your shirt. I want you to touch yourself over your panties first."
Your breath caught in your throat. You slid your right hand over your skin, down between your breasts, grazing your abdomen until you reached the hem of the shirt that was now rolled up around your waist. You slipped your fingers under the fabric and touched the top of your panties. They were wet. Much more than you expected.
Jungwon noticed it in your expression.
“Are you wet already?” he asked in a low, almost husky voice. “Don’t lie to me.”
You nodded, biting your lip hard.
“Tell me,” he insisted gently. “I want to hear you say it.”
“I’m… really wet,” you confessed, your voice trembling.
Jungwon closed his eyes for a second and let out a long sigh, as if that confession had hit him right in the face.
When he opened them again, his gaze was darker.
You obeyed. Your fingers began to move in soft but firm circles over the fabric. The pleasure began to build quickly, making you move your hips against your own hand without realizing it. Jungwon’s breathing became heavier, almost in sync with yours.
“Fuck, baby…” he growled softly. “If I were there, I would have already taken your panties off with my teeth.” I'd have you spread-eagled on this bed, licking you until you begged me.
He ran a hand through his hair, clearly frustrated and aroused.
"Look at me," he ordered suddenly.
You looked up at the camera. His eyes were completely black with desire.
"I want you to keep touching yourself like that while you look at me. Don't look away. I want to see your face when you're dying for it."
The atmosphere was so charged you could almost feel the electricity through the screen. Your soft moans mingled with his husky breathing, and neither of you seemed to want this to end anytime soon.
"I want you to keep touching yourself like that while you look at me. Don't look away. I want to see your face when you're dying for it."
You kept your eyes fixed on the screen, on his face. Jungwon was looking back at you with such intensity that you felt like your skin was burning. Your fingers continued to move in slow, firm circles over the damp fabric of your panties. Each touch sent small jolts of pleasure through your legs, making them tremble.
Jungwon bit his lower lip hard, breathing through his mouth. His hand was no longer just brushing against your pants; now he was pressing it more intently against his erection, slowly stroking it through the white fabric.
"You're trembling…" he observed, his voice husky. "Can you feel your clit throbbing? I bet your panties are completely soaked by now."
You nodded, never taking your eyes off him, letting out a soft moan as you pressed a little harder. Jungwon smiled slightly, but it was a heavy, dark smile.
"Good girl… keep going. Don't rush. I want you to feel everything slowly, to get desperate little by little."
The silence of the room was broken only by your breathing and the small sounds that escaped you. Jungwon leaned back a little more in his chair, spreading his legs wider. The fabric of his pants clearly showed how hard he was.
"Lower your fingers a little more," he asked softly. "Rub your entrance over your panties… feel how wet you are for me."
You did as he commanded. Your fingers slid down and pressed gently against your entrance, feeling how warm and wet the fabric was. You let out a longer moan, almost a whimper. Jungwon exhaled sharply.
"Fuck… that sound," he murmured, closing his eyes for a second as if it hurt him not to be there. "If I were with you, I'd already have two fingers inside you, moving them slowly while I suck on your neck." I'd have you soaking my whole hand.
He opened his eyes again and stared at you.
"Now I want you to do something else… put your hand inside your panties. But just touch it. Don't go all the way in yet. I want you to feel how slippery you are."
Your hand trembled as you slipped it under the fabric. As soon as your fingers touched your hot, wet skin, you let out a louder moan. You were soaked. Jungwon noticed it on your face and let out a low growl.
"Like this… touch yourself slowly. I want you to feel every drop. Tell me how it feels."
"It's… so wet," you whispered between moans. "Everything's slippery…" Jungwon exhaled sharply and put his hand inside his pants, finally getting a grip. You watched him move his hand slowly, masturbating as he looked at you.
"I want you to keep touching your clit in circles… but I want to hear you." Don't stifle your moans. I want you to imagine it's my tongue licking you. Slowly… hot… savoring every inch of you.
Your hips began to move on their own against your hand. The moans escaped you more frequently, softer, more desperately. Jungwon didn't take his eyes off your face, enjoying every expression.
"You're so beautiful like this… touching yourself for me," he whispered, moving his hand a little faster. "Four months wanting you… and now I have you like this, wet and moaning just for me."
He remained silent for a few seconds, just breathing heavily, looking at you with half-closed eyes.
"Baby…" he said finally, his voice deeper and heavier. "Do you want me to let you come tonight… or do you want me to make you suffer a little longer?"
You remained silent, breathing heavily, his fingers still moving slowly over your clitoris. You knew the answer, but you were ashamed to admit it. Jungwon waited patiently, looking at you with an intensity that made you feel completely exposed.
“I want… you to make me suffer a little more,” you finally whispered. A dark, satisfied smile appeared on his lips.
“Good girl,” he murmured. “I knew you’d choose that.” He settled more comfortably in the chair and lowered his voice slightly, almost as if he were speaking into your ear: “Then keep moving your fingers… very slowly. I want you to feel every touch. I want that pleasure to build until it hurts.”
You obeyed. Your fingers continued tracing slow, gentle circles over your swollen clitoris. Each movement elicited a soft, trembling moan from you. Jungwon didn’t take his eyes off your face, studying every expression.
“You’re so wet I can hear it from here,” he said huskily. “Open your legs wider. I want to see everything.”
You spread your knees wider, completely open to him. Jungwon let out a long, heavy sigh, almost a stifled growl. "Like this… perfect. Look how you're glowing." His hand moved slowly inside your pants, unhurried. "I want you to imagine my mouth down there. My tongue swirling exactly where your fingers are… licking you slowly, savoring you, sucking gently but steadily."
Your breathing became more ragged. Your hips began to move on their own against his hand, seeking more pressure, but Jungwon stopped you immediately. "Slower," he ordered firmly. "Don't rush it. I want you to be desperate."
"Jungwon…" you moaned, frustrated and aroused.
"Shh… I know, baby. I know you want more. But not yet. I want you to feel how everything throbs, how you get wetter and wetter just because I'm watching you."
He remained silent for a few seconds, only breathing heavily as he watched you touch yourself. His hand continued to move inside your pants, slowly, controlled.
"Now put a finger in," he said suddenly, his voice lower. "Just one. Very slowly. I want to see you open up for me."
You slowly slid a finger inside you. You were so wet it went in without resistance. You let out a long moan, and Jungwon groaned softly, clearly affected.
"God… you feel so good," he whispered. "Move that finger slowly… in and out. I want you to feel every inch."
You began to move it calmly, in and out while your other hand continued on your clitoris. The moans escaped you more frequently, softer, more needy.
Jungwon watched you, completely fascinated, his eyes half-closed and his mouth slightly open. "You're so tight and so wet at the same time…" he murmured. "Four months without being able to touch you… and now I have you like this, moaning and fucking you with my fingers just because I asked you to."
His voice was low, husky, heavy with pent-up desire. Each word seemed to vibrate in your chest and travel straight between your legs. You moved your finger slowly inside you, gently sliding in and out, while your other hand continued to caress your clitoris with soft, circular motions. Jungwon ran his free hand through his damp hair, tousling it further, and let out a long sigh.
"I want you to add another finger," he asked after a while, his gaze never leaving yours for a second. "Slowly. I want to see you open up even more for me."
You inserted a second finger, feeling your hot, slippery interior receive it. You let out a deeper, longer moan, arching your back slightly. The feeling of fullness was delicious, but it still wasn't enough. Jungwon noticed it in your expression.
“I know you want more,” he whispered with a small, dark smile. “But you’re going to have to earn it. Move both fingers in and out… slowly. I want to hear that wet sound you make. I want to imagine it’s my cock opening you up like that.”
You obeyed. Your fingers moved in and out with a slow but steady rhythm. The soft, wet sound filled the room, and Jungwon closed his eyes for a moment, enjoying it as if he were there. “Fuck… that sound is driving me crazy,” he growled, speeding up the movement of his hand inside his pants. “If I were there right now, I’d have you on your back, legs over my shoulders, fucking you slowly but deeply. I want to feel you squeeze me every time I enter.”
Your breathing became more and more ragged. Moans escaped you uncontrollably, softer, more needy. You moved your hips against your hand, seeking more depth, more friction. Jungwon noticed and stopped you with his voice: “Don’t move your hips faster. Stay still. Just move your fingers. I want you to feel everything calmly… to feel how it throbs inside you.”
“Jungwon…” you moaned his name, almost pleading.
“I know, baby. I know it hurts because you want it so badly,” he said in a soft but firm voice. “But look at me. Don’t take your eyes off me.”
You looked up at the screen. His eyes were completely black, glowing with desire. His lips were slightly parted and his breathing was heavy. The hand inside his pants was moving with more intention now, but still slowly, controlling every second.
“You’re so beautiful when you’re this desperate…” he continued, almost hypnotized. “With your legs open for me, your fingers inside that wet pussy, moaning my name. You have no idea how many nights I’ve spent imagining this.” Touching myself thinking of you, of how you look when you come.
He paused for a long time, just breathing heavily as he watched you touch yourself. The silence was filled with your soft moans and the sound of your fingers moving inside you. “Now curve your fingers upward a little,” he suddenly ordered. “Touch that spot that drives you wild. But go slowly… I don’t want you to come yet.”
You did as he said. As soon as your fingers brushed against that sensitive spot, an even more intense pleasure coursed through your entire body. You let out a louder moan, almost a sob, and your legs trembled visibly.
“Like that… right there,” Jungwon whispered, his voice deeper. “Keep touching there. I want to see your face as you fight to hold back. I want you to feel it all building… how your legs are shaking… how you’re getting even wetter.”
Your body was burning. Sweat began to trickle down your neck and between your breasts. Jungwon gazed at you as if you were the most delicious thing he had ever seen, taking in every detail. "Tell me what you feel," he asked, almost in a whisper. "I want to hear you speak while you touch yourself for me."
"It feels… too good," you moaned breathlessly. "Everything's throbbing… I'm so wet… Jungwon, please…" He let out a low growl and sped up his own hand slightly.
"Not yet, my love. Hold on a little longer for me. I want it to be so intense when I let you come that you'll tremble all night."
"Not yet, my love. Hold on a little longer for me. I want it to be so intense when I let you come that you'll tremble all night." Jungwon spoke calmly, but his voice was becoming increasingly husky, more intense. He stared at you intently as his fingers continued moving inside you, curved right where he'd indicated. Each touch against that sensitive spot drew louder, more desperate moans from you.
"Jungwon… please…" you begged between ragged breaths. I can't take it anymore… He let out a long, deep sigh, as if it were as hard for him as it was for you to maintain control.
"You certainly can," he replied with that mixture of sweetness and authority that drove you wild. "Look at you… so wet, so open, fingering yourself just because I asked you to. You're so perfect for me."
He leaned back a little more in the chair and lowered his white pants enough so you could clearly see his hand moving around his hard cock. The movement was slow, controlled, but his breathing was no longer so.
"Take your fingers out for a moment," he suddenly ordered. You did, almost complaining about the empty feeling. Jungwon smiled at your frustrated expression.
"Don't worry. I just want you to open yourself up more with your hands. Use both hands and part your lips for me. I want to see everything properly."
With your cheeks burning, you obeyed. You used the fingers of both hands to spread yourself open in front of the camera. Jungwon remained silent for several seconds, just staring at you with completely dark eyes.
"Oh my God…" he murmured almost inaudibly. "Look at you… so pink, so swollen and dripping. You're a mess because of me."
He ran his tongue slowly over his lower lip and continued, "Now put two fingers back in. Deep this time. And with your other hand, keep touching your clit. I want you to do it all at the same time."
You put them back in, deeper, and your other hand returned to your clit. The pleasure was immediate and intense. You began to move with more urgency, moaning uncontrollably as Jungwon watched you hungrily.
"Faster with your fingers," he urged, his own hand slightly increasing the pace around his cock. "I want to hear what they sound like. I want to imagine it's me fucking you hard against the bed."
The wet, obscene sound of your fingers sliding in and out filled the room. Your moans grew higher, more frequent. You felt orgasm approaching dangerously, building in your belly like a wave about to break. "Jungwon… I'm close…" you moaned, almost whimpering.
“I know, baby. I can see it on your face,” he said, breathing heavily. “You’re squeezing your fingers, aren’t you? You’re shaking all over.”
You nodded, your eyes glazed and your mouth slightly open. Jungwon leaned closer to the camera, as if he wanted to be inside the screen.
“Keep going. Don’t stop. I want you to come thinking about me. I want you to scream my name when you come.”
You increased the pace, moving your fingers faster, pressing your clitoris harder. The pleasure was almost unbearable. Your legs trembled uncontrollably, and you felt your whole body tense. “Jungwon… Jungwon, please…” you begged between moans. “Come for me,” he finally ordered, his voice deep and urgent. “Now, baby. Come hard.”
The orgasm hit you like a violent wave. Your body arched forcefully, a long, broken moan escaping your throat as you came intensely, trembling all over, his fingers clutching inside you. Jungwon didn't stop watching you for a second, masturbating faster until he too came with a low groan, staining his hand and abdomen.
For several seconds, only your ragged breaths could be heard. Jungwon gazed at you with half-closed eyes, still catching his breath, a soft, satisfied smile playing on his lips.
"So beautiful…" he murmured. "I love seeing you like this."
For several seconds, only your ragged breaths could be heard. Your body still trembled slightly from the orgasm, your legs spread, his fingers still inside you, feeling your pulse.
Jungwon watched you with half-closed eyes, his chest rising and falling powerfully. Her hair was more disheveled, her lips red from biting them so much, and her expression was satisfied but gentle.
"God…" he murmured in a low, husky voice. "You're so fucking beautiful when you come. You have no idea how much I love seeing you like this."
You slowly withdrew your fingers and let out a shaky sigh. Jungwon smiled tenderly, wiping his hand with a tissue as he watched you.
You shifted more comfortably in bed, raising the phone slightly. Now your face was closer. Jungwon gazed at you silently for a few seconds, as if caressing your face with his eyes. "I miss you so much," he confessed softly, almost vulnerable. "Not just this… I miss holding you afterward, kissing your forehead, feeling you tremble against me as you calm down."
You smiled weakly, your breathing still ragged. "I miss you too… so much," you replied. Jungwon ran a hand through his hair and let out a long sigh.
"This is getting more intense… but also more insufficient. I want to have you for real. I want to sleep with you, wake up with you… not just through a screen."
He was quiet for a moment, looking at you affectionately.
"Are you okay?" he asked more gently. "Do you want me to stay with you until you fall asleep?"
You nodded, turning onto your side in bed and pulling the sheet over you a little.
"Stay… don't hang up yet." Jungwon smiled sweetly, resting his head on his pillow and placing his phone beside him.
"I'm here, my love. Rest. We'll talk more tomorrow… and plan when I'm going to see you for real. Because this isn't enough anymore."
You looked at him in silence, with a tired but happy smile. Little by little, the exhaustion after the orgasm took over, while Jungwon spoke softly about silly things to help you fall asleep peacefully.
"Sleep, baby…" she finally whispered. "I love you."
imagine boyfriend's younger brother jungwon who is obsessed with you and doesn't hide it.
he looks like a sweet young man to anyone else but the way he’s staring down at you right now is so filthy can you actually feel his dirty,, his gaze tracking the frantic rise and fall of your chest as he has you cornered after your boyfriend went for an errand leaving you with jungwon.
"noona,, you're hiding yourself from me.. " he steps closer his head lowering to catch your gaze, his lips turned upwards as if thoroughly amused. "am I making you nervous?".
telling him to back away, reminding him that you're his brother's girlfriend and it makes him chuckle, a condescending sound that makes your ears instantly turn a violent shade of red, and the pit of your stomach churning, heating up,, and when he reaches out his large warm hand cupping your chin??? his thumb tracing your lower lip with a slow pressure that forces your mouth slightly open???.
"but hyung isn't here right now, is he, noona?"
"and with the way you look at me? don't think I haven't noticed you noona,, imagining, thinking just how good I can make you feel... I know you've thought about it".
and when he steps forward and has you pressed up against the door to your boyfriend's room? not even hesitating to get up allin your face, his chest pressed against yours so shamelessly.
stepping completely into your thighs, driving himself forward until you feel his rock-hard bulge nudging against your covered pussy. him feeling thick, heavy and hot enough to make your breath hitch , your tits heaving more and your precious little pussy to twitch. the sheer and perverted audacity of it making your pussy walls instantly twitching with a sudden a need to be filled and stuffed. him groaning at the slight friction and heavy feeling.
"fuck, noona... you're already reacting to it" his eyes rolling back and his adam's apple bobbing at the vibrations his throat is letting out.
"fuck baby,, you're so dirty.. squeezing those thighs together like you wanna to trap my cock right here..want me to slide it out? do you wanna feel how much bigger I am than hyung?".
pushing him back bcs,, "jungwon stop,, this is so wrong!!"
"feels too good to be wrong, noona.. I know you can feel it. fuck,, let me see that pretty pussy baby please".
his jaw is now slackening as he pants heavily, completely pussy-drunk just from the friction through your clothes that thick warm drool begins to pool at the corner of his mouth, spilling onto your bare shoulder.
him continuing to grind and hump against your pussy, face now lolling into your shoulder,.
him pulling back, groaning more at the heavy feel of your cunt against his dick "nnggh... look at me, noona,, look at how much good this feels..us"
"you keep saying it's wrong, noona, but your body is begging for it"
"look at how loud you're breathing,, if jay hyung was enough for you, you wouldn't be shaking like a fucking leaf while his little brother humps your pussy.."
"gonna slide my cock so deep inside this tight little cunt that every time hyung touches you, you're only going to be thinking about how much bigger and better his little brother feels..."
( in which ) your friends-with-benefits arrangement with jake was supposed to be strictly casual . . . but the lines keep blurring, forcing you to choose between the boy breaking your heart and his best friend waiting to fix it.
PAIRING 𓂃 𝑓𝑡 jake x f! reader x sunghoon ❤︎ smau love triangle romance angst suggestive
OO4 OO5 OO6 OO7 𝑓𝑖𝑛.
author's note ahhh it's over !! i hope you guys enjoyed this series and the fluffy ending <3 pls lmk your thoughts below ! also, not jake becoming the martyr. i had to redeem him y'all, but i feel bad for him, soo... peep the hint to my next smau series which will be interconnected to this one! who is the girl gonna be? if you guys have any ideas / tropes you want to see, send an ask ! so, with that, this is goodbye to same old love.
Pairing : CEO sunghoon x manager reader
Genre : non-idol AU, fluff
Synopsis : Y/N was married to her job, which often earned her comments from friends. But she loved her job! When the CEO of the Park Foundation and the board members, including Park Sunghoon, visit their office, Y/N knows she has to give it her all to succeed. So when Sunghoon, a man usually so cold and proud, catches her eye, will she be able to keep her cool?
Y/N was often teased by her friends that she would end up married to her job. But can you blame her when she loves her job? She had been working at the Park Foundation for several years now and had even managed to achieve the status of co-manager of her branch.
So yes, she might not have a boyfriend like all her friends or even children, but she was happy. The Park Foundation really did good things, and she was happy to be able to participate.
She shared her position with Sunoo, her long-time friend, and together they did good work. "Guys, be ready for the arrival of Mr. Park and the shareholders," Sunoo announced through the open-plan office.
Y/N was checking that the last files were ready for the annual meeting, a very important meeting for the rest of the year and future projects. "Y/N-nie, here are the figures you asked for," Jungwon said, handing her a file from accounting. "We're going to crush this meeting."
"I hope so."
"But yes, no need to worry!" Ni-ki said, joining them. "You're already old enough." Y/N slapped his shoulder, though her smile betrayed her.
"Unnie, I can take care of the files if you want!" Y/N refrained from rolling her eyes as the intern ran toward them.
"Thanks, Eun-ha, but these are very important files, so Sunoo or I will take care of them," she assured, handing the stack of files to Ni-ki.
"Unnie, I want to help more! I know this meeting is important, that's why I want to participate too!"
The four managers exchanged glances, trying not to show their weariness. As helpful as Eun-ha was, she didn't do her job properly or would start one task only to move on to another without ever finishing her files.
Y/N was about to answer, but their director arrived with the CEO, and the crowd soon dispersed to their desks to look busy. The four managers abandoned the intern to go meet their director, who was showing the premises to the CEO and his team.
"And these are our branch managers. Yang Jungwon from accounting, Nishimura Ni-ki from marketing, and Kim Sunoo and Y/L/N Y/N who rule the branch with an iron fist. Even they scare me sometimes."
"Sir, Y/N, not me," Sunoo defended himself, a hand on his heart. "She's the scary one. Me? I'm adorable."
"Hysterical," Ni-ki coughed exaggeratedly behind his hand. Sunoo gave him a sideways look, his friend made an innocent pout. Their director rolled his eyes, used to their bickering but ignoring them because they were a good team.
"Sunoo and Y/N are the ones who organized this meeting, they are excellent assets to the team."
"Well, I look forward to seeing that," Mr. Park declared. "And this is my son, Sunghoon. As well as our board members Heeseung, Jay, and Jake. I intend to leave them a thriving foundation when I retire."
Y/N nodded with a smile and was about to answer when she was pushed roughly to the side, her heels catching on the carpet, and she landed against a firm chest, arms wrapped around her waist to keep her from falling.
She looked up to meet Sunghoon's gaze, he elegantly raised an eyebrow. She looked down at her hands flat against his chest and stepped back, her cheeks crimson. "I'm sorry, Sunghoon-nim."
"It's alright." His gaze hardened when it landed on Eun-ha, who had pushed Y/N to position herself in front of the CEO and praise him, thanking him for allowing interns like her to work here.
"And if we went to the meeting room," the director interrupted, pulling Eun-ha back. "We have many things to discuss." Mr. Park nodded and entered the meeting room, the others on his heels. The intern tried to follow them, but the director stopped her. "Eun-ha, make yourself useful and go get some coffees."
She frowned, trying to protest, but the man was already inside the room, the four managers on his heels. The glass door closed in front of her, and she fumed, turning on her heel. The men took their places around the table, Sunoo and Y/N remained standing at the end of the table, facing the presentation board.
They began the meeting, first discussing the successes of the past year and the profits made, Jungwon spoke to state the figures. "All the projects carried out last year have provided the foundation with new funds for current and future projects," Y/N continued, a file in one hand and the presentation remote in the other.
"And the foundation's public opinion has only been positive since the climate marches," Ni-ki added for the businessmen. "Whether on social media or in the press, we can see the number of followers increasing every week."
Y/N moved one file to grab another, glancing at Eun-ha, who had just returned with a tray of coffee, and signaled to her to be discreet. She moved on to the main subject of the meeting: the projects for the coming year that they had been working on recently.
"Markets are constantly fluctuating, which is why it's important to be present in several areas to gain presence and quality," the young woman explained, following Eun-ha with her eyes as she placed coffee cups in front of each person.
"The entire list that was submitted to us has been approved," Sunoo assured, an irritated look on his face at the time the intern was taking. They were discussing important matters that couldn't be heard by everyone.
Eun-ha approached Y/N with a cute smile, handing her a coffee cup to play the good intern. Y/N bit the inside of her cheek to keep from making a cutting remark and reached out for the cup. Eun-ha deliberately moved it when she grabbed it, the hot coffee spilling half on her hand.
"Oh my! Unnie, I'm so sorry!" she exclaimed, grabbing her hand.
"Can't you be careful?" Sunoo got annoyed.
"I'm sorry! I didn't mean to!"
"It's fine," Y/N said, wanting to end it. "Go."
"Unnie, please, let me make it up to you!"
Eun-ha froze when Sunghoon's voice cut through the air. "Get out. You're interrupting an important meeting to which you are not invited and disturbing others' work." The young girl swallowed and left the room with her head down, trying to look pitiful. Y/N shook her reddened hand before professionally resuming what she was saying.
The meeting went well, and the CEO and the others were satisfied with their presentation. Mr. Park nodded at the end of Y/N and Sunoo's presentation. "Director, you weren't lying when you said those two were good assets. They may be young, but they ran this meeting much better than employees twice their age."
"Yes, I am very happy with the work of my four managers," the man approved.
"It's a good thing to know that all the projects are being built and implemented. All of this will be unveiled at the foundation's charity gala next month. I hope to see all four of you there."
"It will be our pleasure, Sir," Jungwon assured.
"Yes, thank you, Sir." Mr. Park invited them to leave, having things to discuss with the director.
Y/N went to the break room to turn on the faucet and run water over her hand, whose skin had reddened from the coffee burn. "What a pest that Eun-ha is," Ni-ki swore. "She would do anything to sabotage our work! I didn't miss the Denim Tears fashion show for nothing!"
"Oh yeah, that's right, you had to work late to finish the files, poor Nini," Sunoo mocked.
"I should have coughed 'hysterical' louder!"
"YAH!"
Jungwon positioned himself next to Y/N while they bickered, a small smile stretching his lips. "Are you happy? It went well."
"Yes, that's good. We'll be able to catch up on our lost sleep."
"What a relief," he chuckled.
"Guys, Sunoo said he's paying for dinner to celebrate our presentation!" Ni-ki exclaimed.
"I never said that!"
"You're the oldest, you have to do it!" Y/N shook her head, amused by her friends but happy to count them among her team. Her gaze was drawn to the silhouettes passing by the doorway: Sunghoon, followed by Heeseung, Jay, and Jake.
Ni-ki and Sunoo became very quiet, as they were about to tear each other apart, acting innocent. "Keep fighting, it's entertaining. Don't mind us," Jake joked.
The youngest took advantage of this to pinch Sunoo's ear before running away, Sunoo ran after him, shouting that he wouldn't escape. "I'm going to check that they don't kill each other," Jungwon declared. "So that we have dinner with four and not just the two of us."
Y/N snorted but nodded, watching him leave, then turned off the faucet. She opened the cupboards to look for the first aid kit, but it was too high for her to reach, even in heels and on tiptoes. A body pressed against hers, and she stiffened, letting Sunghoon grab the first aid kit and place it on the counter. "Thanks…"
"No problem." He stepped back while she opened it with one hand to look for healing cream, trying to remove the cap, which wasn't successful.
"Let me help you, Y/N-nie!" Heeseung said, joining her.
"No, no, Heeseung-ssi! I can do it myself!" she assured, trying to take the tube from his hands.
"Don't be silly." He took a dab of cream on his fingers and gently spread it on her reddened skin. "I had hoped you would offer us coffee, but I understand you've had enough with hot drinks."
He gave her an amused smile, and she rolled her eyes, though her lips curved upward. "It was a good presentation," Jay declared. "Everything was so clear that I wouldn't need to reread the report to remember everything."
"Since I'm the one who writes the reports, I prefer everything to be said in the meeting rather than wasting time reading useless sheets." The man nodded with a chuckle.
"How long have you been working at the foundation?" She fixed her gaze on Sunghoon, who had just addressed her.
"Six years. Since I graduated. Not enough money for university, so I started as an intern here."
"And today you're co-manager of this branch and you run meetings." Sunghoon let his gaze slide over her, a proud glint in his eyes. "Very impressive. That must be a lot of pressure."
"No more than for you."
"What do you mean?"
Y/N thanked Heeseung with a smile when he finished treating her, putting the first aid kit back in its place. "I mean that I've been working at this foundation for six years and have been able to witness all the projects your father has implemented. He's someone I admire and respect very much. There are few of his projects that I've disliked, and what he does across the country inspires me greatly. But again, I'm not the one who's going to inherit the company and will have to prove myself to live up to my father."
Sunghoon watched her without a word as the men started chuckling. "She got you there," Jake mocked. "Good one, Y/N-nie."
"I'm sure you'll do very well, I'm certain of it," she added. "From what I've seen, most of this year's projects are your ideas, so you're already well on your way to accomplishing the same things as your father, if not more. Just saying, the pressure isn't on my shoulders."
The young woman checked her watch to see she was late for a team meeting and greeted the men to leave the break room. Sunghoon followed the direction she took, pondering her words. "Your pride isn't too wounded, Hoon?" Heeseung laughed. Their friend gave them a sideways look, making them smile.
In the weeks that followed, work was a little lighter for the four managers, who were able to regain a semblance of social life. Y/N worked on many projects to ensure everything went perfectly for the charity gala.
The CEO himself had sent an employee to their offices to distribute checks with a fairly high amount so they could buy magnificent evening gowns. Y/N's friends didn't hesitate to drag her to shops to find a dress that would turn heads.
On the night of the gala, Y/N got into the car sent to her apartment to pick her up. Her friends informed her that they were already there and that, according to Ni-ki, there were only rich people.
The flashes of the journalists blinded her as she got out of the car, giving a few smiles and waves before entering the reception hall, the doorman opened the door for her. The crystal chandeliers illuminating the hall sparkled in the light, and classical music rose from the band.
She stepped forward, being politely held back by an employee who offered to take her coat. At each arrival, curious gazes fixed on the door to whisper about the newcomers, and it didn't miss for Y/N. She unfastened the buttons of her long coat, slowly removing it so as not to wrinkle her dress, and handed it to the man.
She wore a long evening gown with a mermaid silhouette that perfectly hugged her curves before gently flaring at the bottom. Made of a fully sequined fabric with midnight blue and metallic purple reflections, it captured the light with a sophisticated sparkling effect.
The top featured a refined halter neckline that freed her shoulders and highlighted her neck. At the back, her back was widely open in a very sensual asymmetrical cut, enhanced by a long panel of fluid fabric falling from the neck to create a dramatic and majestic effect. The dress ended with an elegant train that accentuated her red-carpet allure.
Y/N took a deep breath to gather her courage before stepping forward, her dress attracted looks as all her friends had predicted. Her hair, curled for the occasion, fell in cascades down her back, moving gracefully with each step.
She greeted the few people she knew before looking for her friends. They stood near Mr. Park's son and the board members. It felt strange to see her colleagues so elegant, but it was rather amusing. Especially hearing Ni-ki complain that his tie was strangling him.
"Chrome Hearts didn't have a suit, Ni-ki? You were forced to go to the tailor?" The eyes of the seven men landed on her, and they remained speechless for a moment, contemplating the divine figure. Y/N tilted her head to the side, waiting for an answer.
"Uh, no, they didn't, otherwise I would have come in it," Ni-ki nervously chuckled, sticking two fingers inside his shirt collar.
"So what? You see me in a dress and suddenly I'm a different person?"
"Girl! You're like a goddess!" Sunoo retorted. "Give us a twirl."
"No."
"Come on!" She rolled her eyes but complied, spinning around and revealing her bare back in the process. Jake downed his glass, stopping a waiter to take another glass of champagne.
Sunghoon bumped Sunoo with his shoulder to step forward, taking Y/N's hand in his. "Hi."
"Hi."
"You look ravishing." Her cheeks covered with a faint blush, and she breathed a thank you. "Come on, I have people to introduce you to."
She linked her arm with his, then glanced at her friends over her shoulder, but they just smiled. Sunghoon introduced her to many businessmen and women, Y/N knowing them all by name but never having been able to meet them.
The man kept his arm in hers or a hand on her waist to guide her through the crowd of guests. She could feel the looks and whispers about them, but it didn't bother her as much as she would have suspected. "Miss Y/L/N!" They arrived in front of Mr. and Mrs. Park, her director was also present.
"Good evening, Y/N."
"Good evening, Sir."
"I see Sunghoon has already found you! Son, did you ask her?"
"No, appa, later," Sunghoon grumbled between his teeth. Y/N gave him a sideways look but said nothing, smiling at Mrs. Park, who grabbed her hands in hers, congratulating her on her work.
Y/N wandered through the hall, looking at the panels displayed showing new projects in progress by the foundation. It was a source of pride to see these projects she had participated in displayed like this.
A smile stretched her lips, her fingers traced her name on the project organizers' sign. "That's my little personal addition." She looked up to see Sunghoon standing beside her. "I thought it was important to have everyone's name and not just mine, my father's, or the board members'."
"That's very thoughtful of you."
"So, what are you going to do now that the projects have been announced?"
"Work on others as usual. There always needs to be new ideas, new files, everything is important."
Sunghoon nodded, and the young woman spotted Mr. Park at the other end of the hall, a question burning on her lips. "What did your father mean earlier? Do you have something to ask me?"
He cleared his throat, suddenly uncomfortable as his serious mask broke for a short moment. "Yes, indeed. I have something to ask you. It's not something commonly done today, but my father thought I might need a shoulder to lean on once I take his place. Not that I need help."
Y/N rolled her eyes with an amused smile, knowing it was his pride talking.
"What I mean is that you are a woman, a remarkable woman who has accomplished a lot. And many employees respect you for that because you always do your work seriously but without mistreating anyone. And you are a person we need, Y/N."
"I appreciate all these compliments, Sunghoon, but I don't see where this is going." He stammered a few words, not being good with words, as the gala organizer was on stage, calling the guests' attention through the microphone. Sunghoon sighed as Y/N looked away.
"To open this 29th Park Foundation charity gala, I would like to call on stage the person who contributed to the wonderful work done on these projects presented to you tonight. Applaud as you should, Ladies and Gentlemen!"
The guests began to applaud as the man stepped away from the podium. Y/N looked around to see that Mr. Park wasn't moving from his spot. "Why isn't your father stepping forward? He's supposed to give the presentation, isn't he?"
Sunghoon plunged his gaze into hers, and she could read many things there. She rested her eyes on the stage, then met Mr. Park's gaze, who gave her a smile with a small nod. God, she hadn't even prepared any notes. How was she going to give a speech in front of all these people?
Y/N placed her hands on the podium to anchor herself to something as she took her place on stage in front of these hundred or so people who would ensure the future of their work.
"Good evening, I would like to thank you all for coming to this 29th Park Foundation gala. In 1890, the Park Foundation was founded with the aim of helping those in need. It started with the construction of homes, food aid, and work. For the time, that seemed incredible, but what happened afterward was even more so. Our foundation grew, led by directors who each brought their touch to make the foundation what it is today."
She paused to catch her breath, moistening her lips.
"This year, many projects have been implemented thanks to the work of competent employees who also want to improve our country. Today, I am happy, and a little moved, I admit, to present the new projects of the Park Foundation. Even if the cities are full, we must not forget the countryside, where inequalities can still reign. Our future does not rest only on our shoulders but also on those of the children who are already present but ignored. The Park Foundation has begun construction of a large academy where all children without access to a good education can come to study free of charge and grow. Boarding schools will be built around the academy to allow children coming from far away not to worry about transportation. Children are our future. They are the future doctors who will treat us. They are the future florists who will beautify our lives. They are the lawyers who will help us through messy divorces."
This caused some laughter in the crowd, and Y/N straightened up, feeling more confident and in her place than ever.
"That is why we must not close our eyes to them. It is our role to help them have a bright future. What the foundation needs, of course, is money. But money isn't everything. Your donations can be other things. It can be school supplies for our future students. Equipment for the boarding schools. A word exchanged with another to make our project more known. A card given to someone who would like to work at the academy. Money is useful, of course, a need. But they are also much more. What the Park Foundation is trying to do is not charity or pity, but to ensure long-term projects that can benefit everyone. And we need your help for that. Alone, it's difficult. Not impossible, but it will take a fight. But if we are together and support each other, then nothing can stop us."
Her eyes widened slightly as the crowd exploded in a thunder of applause. Her little speech had done its job. She turned her head to the right to see Mr. Park raising his champagne flute in her direction, Sunoo and Ni-ki were jumping on each other behind them while Jungwon tried not to be associated with them.
She met Sunghoon's gaze, who gave her a small smile, and Y/N bowed before leaving the stage. She was congratulated from all sides, people asked for her contact to work with her before she could reach her friends.
"You were sensational!" Sunoo exclaimed, hugging her.
"Really? I thought I was going to throw up."
"That would have been just as entertaining, noona," Ni-ki joked, kissing her cheek.
"Miss Y/N, I must say you are breathtaking," Mr. Park smiled. "I took you by surprise with this presentation, but you managed to captivate the crowd with your words. I couldn't have done better."
"Thank you, Sir."
"In fact, I have an offer to make you." She glanced at her director, who smiled at her. "Like your colleagues here, we have all seen your potential, and it would be wasted staying a simple manager. That is why we are offering all four of you a position as board members of the foundation alongside my son and the boys."
Y/N felt her jaw drop as Jungwon choked on his champagne, Ni-ki patted him on the back to keep him from dying. "You're… You're serious?"
"I am! You are an asset we cannot lose, and I know you will bring a lot to the foundation! More than you already have!" He turned to his son. "Sunghoon?"
The young man cleared his throat as he stepped forward, already regretting having this discussion. "Alright, when you have to do it, you have to do it." Heeseung, Jay, and Jake giggled indiscreetly. "Y/N."
"Yes?"
"You are incredible and very pretty." She raised an eyebrow, not seeing where this was leading, and her reaction made Sunghoon even more nervous. "And I wanted to ask you something that is still done among wealthy families. And it wasn't my idea but my father's. Because you have done good work and were able to show your influence tonight. So maybe you and I, we could, you know…"
"Sunghoon, are you asking me out?" she asked, sensing where he was finally going.
"Well, no. I'm asking you to marry me." This time it was Sunoo who choked on his champagne, half of it coming out of his nose.
"You what?" she repeated. "You don't even know me!"
"Well, we can go out and have dinner one evening if you want, before getting married," he said, scratching his neck. "But uh, my father says that a powerful and influential couple will be good at the head of the foundation."
"So you want to marry me just for your pride and so the foundation's honor is good in the public eye?"
Sunghoon lost his words, nervousness finished him off. He gave a desperate look to his parents, who were just enjoying the show. Who would have thought that the usually so stoic son would panic in front of a woman? Y/N crossed her arms over her chest, a raised eyebrow waiting for a good answer.
"Can we talk about it later?"
"No." Sunghoon ran a hand over his face, praying for someone to come save him. "Alright."
"Uh?"
"I'll marry you." His eyes widened as her friends let out little shouts. "But don't expect to play the lovey-dovey couple with me. I will be your wife in public, but if you want me to be your wife in private, you will have to earn my trust and my heart. I mean, I already have a satisfactory career, but I haven't had the family I wanted. So I guess it's okay for me to marry you. Plus, you're attractive, so it's good."
"Thanks?" he blushed, clearing his throat. His three friends were dying of laughter as he straightened his tie to regain some dignity. "Anything else?"
"Yes. I like dark chocolate and lilies. And I want to dance."
Sunghoon looked around them to see the hall still full of guests and the orchestra playing a classical music tune. "Here?"
"Yes."
"But people will talk and…"
"Well, let them talk. Our engagement will be the biggest news of the month, you might as well get used to rumors." She grabbed his tie to pull him with her to the middle of the hall, Sunghoon threw a panicked look over his shoulder.
"Aww, our baby is so grown up," Ni-ki sniffled.
"Y/N is older than you, you idiot," Sunoo retorted.
"And do you think she'll choose you as a maid of honor? You wouldn't even be good as a flower boy! Maybe as a flower girl."
"You little…" Jungwon sighed at their bickering but smiled as he watched his friend, who might have finally found happiness.
Several couples had joined Sunghoon and Y/N, who had started waltzing in the middle of the hall as if they were in a Disney movie. "Is this going to be a recurring thing with you?"
"The dancing or the spontaneity?"
"Both."
"Then yes." He groaned, letting his head fall onto her shoulder as she chuckled.
