SYNOPSIS -> You and Jake were high school sweethearts, the kind everyone else envied. Back then, you made a promise to your friends—you’d be at each other’s weddings, still together. Six years later, life didn’t exactly follow the plan. You broke up, moved to Paris to chase your dream of styling, and had long forgotten your life before. Until a letter arrived.
Your best friend, Ningning, was getting married. And somehow, you were the maid of honor… while Jake, your ex was the best man.
GENRE -> Highschool sweethearts, second chance, Rugby players (american football)
FEATURING -> Ningning from aespa, minji from newjeans, wonyoung from ive, yn is portrayed by danielle from newjeans.
TAGLIST -> comment to be added ♡
PROFILE: highschool era | baker club rejects | no pain, no gain
( 🐚 ) ACT ONE: full-time lovers
ONE: Sting operation
TWO: Not a soft launch
THREE: biggest fan of player 13
FOUR: Summer girl’s trip
FIVE: minji’s calling
SIX: Senior year, here we come!
SEVEN: Spirit day!
EIGHT: a leap of faith
NINE: taking the W
TEN: purple rain
ELEVEN: xoxo, gossip girl?
(🌊) ACT TWO: WHERE THE HELL IS MY HUSBAND?
TWELVE: summer of ‘26
THIRTEEN: crashing tf out
FOURTEEN: getting the gang back together
FIFTEEN: rehearsal dinner
SIXTEEN: Bachlorette party
SEVENTEEN: keeping the promise
EIGHTEEN: honeymoon wheeling
NINETEEN: Talking to the moon
TWENTY: you’re still everything
TWENTY-ONE: promise for a lifetime
NOTES -> first story / au kind of nervvv!! i'm in my first year of pscyhology right now so i'll be writing this when i can! i genuinely dreamed this and i was like i need to make this. BTWW in this story ningning and Jay are dating, in NO WAY am i shipping them together as idols! this is purely my imagination.
"So, what's the plan? Avoid him forever?" Hamin asks, stirring her drink with a straw.
"Easier said than done. We're in the same psych circle, remember? That extracurricular thing Professor Kim runs. Tonight the first meeting of the semester, and yeah, it's basically a nerdy debate club for psych majors who want to pretend they're Freud's apprentices. I skipped it last year after one disastrous session where everyone bonded over wine coolers like it was group therapy. But this time? With Jungwon probably leading the charge, avoiding it feels like admitting defeat. Fuck that.
Hamin bails on joining me—something about a "hot date" with her latest Tinder match—but she shoves a pep talk my way over text: Don't let Golden Boy get under your skin. Or do. Skin's fun. I roll my eyes, pocketing my phone as I trudge across campus toward the student union. The evening air's crisp, carrying the scent of street food from the food trucks lining the quad. My stomach growls, but nerves twist it into knots. Why does confronting him feel like prepping for war?
The meeting room's tucked in the back of the union, a stuffy space with folding chairs arranged in a circle—like we're about to summon demons or something. I slip in five minutes late, hoping to blend into the shadows. No such luck. Professor Kim spots me immediately, waving from the front. "Y/n! Glad you made it. Grab a seat—we're just starting."
The circle's already half-full, about a dozen people total. My eyes scan the room, landing on him first. Jungwon sits at the far end, legs crossed casually, chatting with a girl beside him. She's got that effortlessly cool vibe—long black hair, wire-rimmed glasses, scribbling notes like she's prepping for the apocalypse. Choe Yui, I think her name is. I've seen her around; she's in a few of Jungwon's classes, always the one keeping the peace in group chats. Loyal, from what I hear. Figures he'd surround himself with saints.
He glances up as I approach, his expression unreadable. No smirk this time, just a nod that's almost polite. It throws me off more than the antagonism would have.
I drop into an empty chair across from him, next to a guy with messy brown hair and a lopsided grin. Heeseung, I recognize him from the soccer team—ENHYPEN's unofficial leader type, always organizing dorm parties. "Hey, new face?" he asks, extending a hand. "I'm Heeseung. Psych minor, but don't hold it against me."
"Y/n," I reply, shaking it. His grip's firm but friendly, easing the knot in my chest a bit. "Full major. Survived the lecture today?"
He laughs, a warm sound that
cuts through the room's murmur. "Barely. That attachment theory stuff? Hits too close to home." Beside him, two other guys chime in—Jake, with his Aussie accent and easy charm, and Sunghoon, the ice prince of campus with sharp features and a dry wit. They're all part of that tight-knit ENHYPEN crew: Heeseung the big bro, Jake the flirt, Sunghoon the silent observer. I've partied with them once or twice through mutual friends; they're chaotic good, the kind who'll shotgun beers at a bonfire but also ace their exams.
"Yo, Y/n from the debate today?" Jake leans forward, eyes sparkling. "You roasted Jungwon good. Respect."
I smirk, feeling a rush of validation. "Just calling it like I see it."
Across the circle, Jungwon shifts, but he doesn't bite. Interesting.
Professor Kim claps to start, diving into the agenda: a casual discussion on emotional cycles in relationships, tying back to today's lecture. "We're not here for grades," he says, "but for raw honesty. Who wants to kick us off? Jungwon, your thoughts from class?"
SYNOPSIS -> You and Jake were high school sweethearts, the kind everyone else envied. Back then, you made a promise to your friends—you’d be at each other’s weddings, still together. Six years later, life didn’t exactly follow the plan. You broke up, moved to Paris to chase your dream of styling, and had long forgotten your life before. Until a letter arrived.
Your best friend, Ningning, was getting married. And somehow, you were the maid of honor… while Jake, your ex was the best man.
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TWO: not a soft launch
NOTES -> i'm so enjoying writing them rn i actually adore them, also finally on nickname bases since i really want them to be awk with each other yet cute YKKK
synposis: IN WHICH Jake has loved reader for years — and has just now decided to do something about it.
warning: 18+, mdni
authors note: hii this is my first fic on here !!! this is also really really short and mostly just smut with a tiny bit of plot cause i was lazy ..
Jake loved you.
He wasn't sure why, and he wasn't sure how it began. But as long as he had known life, he had known you — and he loved you. That he knew.
Perhaps it was the only thing he knew.
The rhythmic pat of his foot against the hardwood floor of his bedroom filled the air, matching the knock of his fist against the table. His eyes locked onto a polaroid he had taped onto his wall. Of you, smiling as you held a puppy that belonged to one of your friends.
Jake bit his lower lip, rolling his head against the back of his chair. You made him feel like he had a fever, constantly, with the amount of need he felt.
Oops. Not need.
He couldn't. He couldn't.
You were supposed to come to his apartment any minute now, and would send him a text when you arrived at his apartment complex.
He was eager. Too eager. He felt like a desperate puppy waiting for its owner. He had told himself over the years, as he got older, that you were only a friend. Despite changing clothes in front of one another, sleeping in the same bed, cuddling... you were still just friends. He was sure you'd want to keep it that way, so he'd never made any moves.
And he wasn't planning on doing so.
Snapping him out of his thoughts was the sound of a notification on his phone. And your name — with two hearts alongside it.
'i'm coming upstairs', it read. Jake sat up immediately, on a mission to go to the front door of his apartment. For you.
You already owned keys to his apartment, so you were able to open the door by yourself, meeting his dark, pretty puppy eyes as he stared back at you.
"Hey..?" You hummed, putting your purse on the ground momentarily as you kicked your shoes off.
"Hey. You hungry?" He asked quickly, a hand rubbing the back of his neck.
"Very." You sighed, beginning to tell a story about your day and how 'incompetent' your coworkers had been. He knew you, so he was already across the apartment in the kitchen making ramen. One for you, one for him.
"I cleaned the couch." Jake stated as you finished your story. Last time you had been at his place, you complained at the crumbs you found everywhere. He didn't want you to complain again, so the next morning he spent his waking hours cleaning every inch.
"Oh. Good. Thanks." You responded, placing your purse and sitting on the (now clean) couch. You reached for the remote as Jake stirred some ramen in a pot. He wasn't the best cook, but he could make a mean ramen.
You reached for the remote, turning on Netflix and pressing the first K-Drama you see, a show called 'Bloodhounds'.
Jake eventually finished your ramen, and now the two of you were eating as it slowly got dark. Well — you were eating. He was just looking at you eat.
"Eat." You insisted mid-bite, pushing him by the arm. He looked like he was in a trance.
"Sorry. I was thinkin'." He muttered, turning away and picking up his chopsticks.
"About?"
"Huh?"
"What were you think about?"
"Oh. You know... work."
"Boring."
The hours passed, and now the two of you had moved on to a different film, one Jake had picked out while you were in the bathroom. You weren't sure what the title of it was, but it seemed interesting enough. You were laying in his arms as he leaned back on the couch, his head resting on the armrest.
"Mmph." He grumbled, adjusting himself a little bit.
"Stop moving." You complained, hitting him lightly with the remote on his leg.
His leg twitched.
"My head hurts." He practically whined.
"What?" You mumbled. "What happened?"
"I dunno. Just hurts."
You moved to sit up, but he insisted on dragging you back down. "Don't get up."
Was he hiding a boner or something?
"Why?"
"Just don't."
"But your head hurts."
"No."
"What? You just said-"
"Not anymore." He muttered firmly, his arms wrapping around you as you settled back down. His hand intertwined with yours, rubbing small patterns on your palm.
As hours passed, Jake became somewhat needy. And it was scaring him — how much he was gazing at you, how much he felt himself folding under no pressure. Every time you moved, he twitched.
Everywhere.
You could've sworn you heard him whine your name when you got up to get water.
"I'm thirsty." You protested, escaping his tight hold to walk towards the kitchen.
"Me, too." He groaned.
"You want some water?"
"..Nah."
You sent him a pointed, irritated look, to which he just let his head fall back, eyes half-lidded.
Fuck.
You were scared to go back, but you did, Jake greeting you with wide arms.
"You were gone for too long."
"Too long?" You huffed. "I was gone for a minute."
"Too long.." He muttered, his hands rolling up and down your back.
"..Jake." You whispered, your eyes refusing to move from the TV screen to him.
"What?" He answered innocently, biting his lower lip as he continued to stroke your back almost tauntingly.
"....Jake." You repeated, slower.
He repeated your name back to you, in the neediest tone imaginable.
You groaned, feeling the need to give in. So you just let him — let him touch you. Let his hands run across your body.
You felt his lips press against your neck, still as you sat on his lap, your back against his chest.
Jake's lips were soft. Just like you had imagined them. He placed small kisses, and you could feel his thoughts running miles. You knew how he was. So you gave him confirmation, steadily moving your right hand backwards to press his neck down a little harder.
He took the hint, leaving larger kisses, his tongue slipping out. You whimpered. You were so done for — especially when his hips snapped, pressing upwards. You could feel his strength, how you were so close to floating.
"You wanna-?" He started, gasping.
"Mhm." You said quickly, and he sat up immediately, one arm still wrapped around your waist so you wouldn't fall off. He took the remote, turning off the movie quickly before flipping you around to straddle him.
He searched your eyes before kissing you. Hard.
He didn't need to speak. He'd do that later. Right now, all he wanted to focus on was you.
Jake's hands reached underneath your thighs, letting your legs wrap around him as he continued to kiss you.
"I love you." He groaned between kisses as your hands landed on his chest. You didn't respond — not yet.
"Bedroom?" You questioned instead, softly.
"Fuck yeah."
He picked you up swiftly, walking over to his bedroom while still kissing you viciously. Like if he stopped, you would disappear.
Your back fell against the bed as he crawled on top of you, two hands on the side of your head, his hair still managing to look perfect as he continued kissing you. He let out a string of curses in Korean, taking his shirt off. It was something he'd done in front of you a million times before, but this time around it was different.
This time, he had a purpose. A real one — one worth noticing.
Your eyes dragged down to his abs.
"Mm, my eyes are up here, baby." He grunted, leaning towards you.
"I hate you." You whined.
"No, you don't."
"No, I don't."
Jake smiled, moving backwards at that, his hands crawling down to the waistband of his sweats. That made you whimper.
He didn't take them off, just teased. Staring at you as he rubbed himself through his pants.
"Jaeyun." You whined.
"Louder."
You groaned, hitting your leg against the bed, annoyed. "Jaeyun."
"Good. You wanna take them off for me?"
"No."
"Why not?" He pouted.
"I wanna watch."
Jake rolled his eyes, but obliged. You knew he would. He always did. He peeled his layers off, and then crawled back to you, who was fully clothed.
"Ain't fair." He grumbled, moving to pull your shorts down. And when he was met with black lace panties, he broke, his hungry eyes looking back up at you. You were flushed.
That's all he needed.
His large hands worked quickly, ripping the shorts off and throwing them onto the floor. He pulled your panties to the side, two of his fingers slipping against your clit as his mouth dragged open. A moan left your mouth as he moved his fingers faster — expertly.
"Shit, baby." He grunted, his mouth still open and looking down at the mess you two were making. "I need you."
"Then, have me." You whispered as his fingers pressed harder.
"Hm? Speak up."
"Have me."
A grin took over his face, and he pulled his fingers out, licking them quickly before getting back to you. He pulled your shirt off, seemingly just for comfort, because he didn't do anything to your upper body. Just stared as his hand wrapped around his twitching cock.
He wanted to tease, to drag this out as long as he could, but he couldn't. Not when you looked like that.
He lined himself up against your entrance, not providing a warning, his tip slipping into you, followed by more of his length and moans from the two of you.
"Fuck, Jake." You whined as he enabled a quicker pace, his hips moving against yours urgently.
"I need to-" He whimpered.
You placed a hand on his mouth, but he didn't let you shut him up completely, instead letting you sink your thumb beneath his lips. He kept thrusting, and he looked like he was going to cry. For what, you weren't sure.
"I need you to marry me. I need us to have children. I need us to have a house. I need-" He rambled mindlessly as he continued fucking you, his head going cloudy. He couldn't think properly, and certainly couldn't speak properly. "It's all I want. Please, baby. Please-"
"Jake." You moaned. This was too much. He was too much. But he was perfect.
He just kept speaking, chasing his high. And then he felt you clench against him as he found the place in you that your lovers barely every found. He perked up, like a switch had been flipped. Instead of focusing on himself, he moved deeper, faster, dragging a hand against your thighs as he continued rocking his hips.
"Cum."
It was almost an order. In a way, it was. He didn't want this, he needed this. Needed to know you loved this as much as he loved this — as much as he loved you.
"Please."
And just like that, you followed his order. He looked down, like he was in a drunk daze. His body was burning — both of pride, and of lust. He had made you do what he had been dreaming about for years. His cock left your body, ignoring his own need to release.
"I love you." You whispered as he pressed desperate little kisses, licks, and bites around your body. He looked up, meeting your gaze.
"I love you." He mirrored, his voice soft. "I always have."
SYNOPSIS -> You and Jake were high school sweethearts, the kind everyone else envied. Back then, you made a promise to your friends—you’d be at each other’s weddings, still together. Six years later, life didn’t exactly follow the plan. You broke up, moved to Paris to chase your dream of styling, and had long forgotten your life before. Until a letter arrived.
Your best friend, Ningning, was getting married. And somehow, you were the maid of honor… while Jake, your ex was the best man.
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NOTES -> I ACTUALLY WANTED TO MAKE THEM SUPER CUTESY IDK... !! let me know in the comments if you liked thiss! 💗💗
SYNOPSIS -> You and Jake were high school sweethearts, the kind everyone else envied. Back then, you made a promise to your friends—you’d be at each other’s weddings, still together. Six years later, life didn’t exactly follow the plan. You broke up, moved to Paris to chase your dream of styling, and had long forgotten your life before. Until a letter arrived.
Your best friend, Ningning, was getting married. And somehow, you were the maid of honor… while Jake, your ex was the best man.
PROFILES 0.3 : no pain, no gain
JAKE ( sports journalist )
has a famous sports commentrary podcast
big golden retriever energy: laughs easily, playful & affectionate -> but appears more grounded & confident
protective over the people he loves
notices the small things
SUNGHOON ( pro-athlete )
Calm, observant
soccer player for FCB
subtle teasing everyone around him + ragebaiter
gives weirdly good advice despite being single 4 life
NI-KI ( Dancer / choreographer )
Energetic, teasing & loves to mess with his friends
calls out tension
younger sibling energy but kind of like son energy for jake
JAY ( ambassador 4 Vogue )
charamastic, stylish & a yearner for his wife
deeply in love with ningning, literally world revolves around her.
Known exactly what he's doing making jake his best man.
JUNGWON ( f1 driver for RedBull Racing )
Surprisingly playful when relaxed
Gives blunt but accurate advice
doesn't have much time since scedule but will always make time for friends.
Professional ragebater
HEESEUNG ( music producer / dj )
Feels everything but expresses it quietly
The one Jake goes to when he’s overwhelmed
wrote songs about jake & yn's relationship and went viral
does party's for fun
NOTES -> they are lowkey the most successful friend group ever, like i didn't intentionally make it that but lowkey now in love with them.
SYNOPSIS -> You and Jake were high school sweethearts, the kind everyone else envied. Back then, you made a promise to your friends—you’d be at each other’s weddings, still together. Six years later, life didn’t exactly follow the plan. You broke up, moved to Paris to chase your dream of styling, and had long forgotten your life before. Until a letter arrived.
Your best friend, Ningning, was getting married. And somehow, you were the maid of honor… while Jake, your ex was the best man.
PROFILES 0.2 : baker club rejects
Character information
YN ( Fashion stylist / designer — Paris )
Lives in paris
Works long hours, long shifs -> career driven
naturally bright, smiley and easy to approach
sunshine energy!!
still soft and easily swayed by familair people.
SUNOO ( accountant )
an accountant in seoul, part-time soccer coach for little kids
Bright, talkative and slightly dramatic
close to the girls -> because of his hatred for the rugby boys in high school
like a little brother to yn
WONYOUNG ( Café Owner )
Lives like she's in a romcom 24/4
holds on to fact that sunghoon had a crush on her in 5th grade FOR LIFE
Expressive, energetix & dramatic in the cutest way
obsessed with love stories -> so still has hope for yn & jake after YEARS
NINGNING ( jeweler )
playful & unhinged
highkey famous for her jewels
knows everything about everyone
nonchalantly obsessed with husband Jay
THE wedding = Her wedding
MINJI ( marine biologist )
Marine biologist but stays in seoul
Calm and emotionally intelligent
her heart will always be in the ocean
lowkey rooting for yn & jake, but won't interfere
NOTES -> ningning being the nonchalant wife is because she hasn't met me yet guys i promise 😜
SYNOPSIS -> You and Jake were high school sweethearts, the kind everyone else envied. Back then, you made a promise to your friends—you’d be at each other’s weddings, still together. Six years later, life didn’t exactly follow the plan. You broke up, moved to Paris to chase your dream of styling, and had long forgotten your life before. Until a letter arrived.
Your best friend, Ningning, was getting married. And somehow, you were the maid of honor… while Jake, your ex was the best man.
from, malena and that’s the wrap! i was a little conflicted about how to end this, mostly because it felt sudden but i did not want to drag any longer— that’s a mini series for you, i guess.
玉珍 : to the anon who req this— hope you enjoy bubs! 😚🫶
YOUNGERBF!RIKI who is completely smug in public, but when it’s just you and him in his bedroom, he’s clinging onto you like his life depends on it. “alright, ‘ki, i think i have to head home soon..” you say softly, taking off all the chromehearts rings he let you wear. “no, y/n, stay.. don’t go yet. c’mon.. five more minutes?” riki begs. how could you say no to that face?
YOUNGERBF!RIKI who is highkey competitive about random things, whether they’re dumb or utterly unnecessary. if you text first? first thing he does is tease you. “damn, you love me so much y/n, see.” you roll your eyes, shoving his face away. “shut up.”
YOUNGERBF!RIKI who steals your things— mostly your oversized sweaters since they’re the only article of clothing he can wear from you. but the stupid thing about it is that he denies it being yours. “what’re you talking about? this is mine.” you giggle and reply, “yeah, yeah.”
YOUNGERBF!RIKI who gets jealous and attempts to act nonchalant and chill— yet fails miserably. “you laughed too hard at his joke. you laugh like that with everyone or just him?” riki acuses while you try and stifle a laugh.
YOUNGERBF!RIKI who loves teasing you in public, pushing you and calling you old, but always apologizes later if he thinks that he pushed it. “sorry, baby.. you’re not that ancient i guess..”
YOUNGERBF!RIKI who also absolutely loves pulling you into impulsive, quick pecks on the lips when he cannot help himself. “stop being cute,” he’d mutter and before you could ask what he even said, he pulls you in for a kiss.
YOUNGERBF!RIKI who uses you as a pillow after a long day. “need to go to the bathroom,” you whisper, but he holds you still, head resting on your lap. “ugh.. hold it. you’re warm.”
YOUNGERBF!RIKI who refuses to take your comfort or reassurance but melts when you give him that look. he goes from, “y/n, i don’t care” to “say it again.”
YOUNGERBF!RIKI who watches in adoration when you put on your makeup, sitting pretty in front of your vanity. “you’re so good at this makeup stuff,” riki says, watching you apply lip gloss. “you kiss it all off anyway,” you reply, smiling.
YOUNGERBF!RIKI who slowly starts to copy your gestures and phrases and when you call him out on it? he acts like you’re a madman. “huh? i literally don’t do that.” you stare at him in disbelief.
— IN WHICH ; After two weeks apart, you and Jungwon meet up at the beach after a late afternoon drive. Drunk and overwhelmed by the depth of your feelings for him, you confess that you think you're falling for him.
⤏ pairing : fwb!jungwon x f!reader.
⤏ genre : smut, fluff(?), friends-with-benefits.
⤏ content : alcohol, car sex, unprotected sex (don’t do that), drunk sex, multiple orgasms, slight edging, kissing, p in v, fingering. (lmk if there’s more).
⤏ wc : 2.6k
note : this is part 2 of “what you want” and I tried to write smut :’). I’m kinda nervous tho but enjoyyyy !!!
The air in Jungwon’s car smelled faintly of lavender and something distinctly masculine that made your head spin. It had been exactly two weeks since you last saw him, and in that time, you’d felt a gnawing emptiness that ‘friends-with-benefits’ arrangements weren't supposed to leave behind. You called him up one rainy Tuesday, hoping he wasn't busy, and he’d answered with that calm, soothing voice that instantly grounded you, asking you where he should pick you up.
"Be right there," he had said.
He pulled up in front of your apartment building ten minutes later, his expression unreadable. When you slid into the passenger seat, the distance between you vanished. His fingers brushed against yours as you buckled your seatbelt, sending a jolt of electricity through you that made you want to melt into the leather of his car seat.
"Hi," you breathed.
"Hey," he replied, his voice dropping an octave. "You look beautiful."
He didn't waste time. He was driving, but he kept glancing at you, his thumb tracing circles on the steering wheel. The drive to the beach was quiet, save for the sound of the radio and the sound of the rain against the roof. You wanted to ask about his week, but the air between you felt thick with a weird tension. He turned off the main road, driving down a dirt path that led to a secluded stretch of sand, hidden from the rest of the city.
He parked the car near the dunes, the engine idling as the rain continued to fall. He killed the lights, plunging the car into darkness. You looked at him, and he was looking back at you, his eyes dark and intense.
"You want to get out?" he asked softly.
You nodded and grabbed your purse. As soon as you stepped out of the car, the cool rain soaked your clothes instantly. You gasped, but before you could react, Jungwon was there, pulling you into his arms. His jacket was heavy and warm, wrapping around your shivering frame. He smelled like rain and sand and him.
"It's okay," he murmured against your hair, his hand rubbing your back in slow, soothing circles. "Let's get back in."
He ushered you back into the car, shutting the door behind you. The rain drummed against the metal roof, creating a rhythm that seemed to match the thumping of your heart. You were soaked to the skin, your clothes clinging to your body, highlighting the curves that Jungwon seemed so obsessed with. He didn't look away. He didn't even try to hide the way his eyes raked over you, hungry and possessive.
"You're soaking wet," he murmured.
"I know," you whispered.
He reached over, turning up the heat and turning on the defroster. As the warmth filled the car, he reached into the back seat and pulled out a small bottle of whiskey and two cups. He poured you a generous amount, his movements gentle and calm.
"Drink this," he ordered softly. "It'll help warm you up."
You took the glass, the liquid burning a path down your throat, warming you from the inside out. You felt a buzz settle in your brain after drinking the entirety of your cup, loosening your inhibitions. You looked at Jungwon, who was watching you with an intensity that made your knees weak. He took a long sip of his own drink, his eyes never leaving your face.
"You know," you said, your voice slightly slurred, "it feels like we're more than just friends with benefits sometimes."
Jungwon paused, his hand still resting on the steering wheel. "What do you mean?" he asked, his voice tight.
"I mean," you continued, "I think I'm falling in love with you. And I'm scared that you're just using me for sex."
He laughed softly, a low, rumbling sound in his throat. "Using you for sex?" he repeated. "Baby, I've never used anyone for sex."
He leaned over, his hand cupping your cheek, forcing you to look at him. "I care about you more than anyone. I just... I don't know how to name it yet. It's a mix of things."
His lips crashed onto yours, a desperate, hungry kiss that took your breath away. He tasted like whiskey and rain, and you felt yourself melting into him. His hand moved from your cheek to your neck, his fingers tangling in your hair, pulling you closer. You moaned into his mouth, and he deepened the kiss, his tongue exploring every inch of you.
You broke the kiss, gasping for air. "Let's go to the beach," you whispered.
"No," he said, his voice husky. "Let's stay here."
He turned to face you, his eyes dark and intense. He ran his hand down your side and guide you to straddle his laps, his fingers brushing against the waistband of your skirt. He pulled you closer, his hips pressing against yours. The friction was electric, and you felt yourself getting wetter with every second.
"You're so wet," he murmured, his voice dropping to a requested content. "I need to be inside you."
He pulled your skirt up, revealing your legs and your panties. He rubbed his hand over the fabric, his fingers tracing the outline of your folds. You gasped, arching your back. He rubbed you harder, his fingers finding your clit with ease. He rubbed it in circles, pressing down firmly. You moaned, your hips bucking against his hand.
You were getting close. You could feel the familiar coil tightening in your lower abdomen. You looked at him, eyes pleading.
"Not yet," he whispered.
He pulled his hand away, denying you the release you desperately needed. You whined, your hand reaching for his belt buckle. "Please," you begged.
"No," he said firmly. "I'll make you feel good first."
He unbuckled his belt, his movements sure and confident. He pulled his jeans down, freeing his erection. It sprang free, already hard and leaking pre-cum. He stroked it a few times, getting it ready.
"I need you," he whispered.
He moved between your legs, spreading them wide. He lined up his cock with your entrance, and without any hesitation, he pushed in. The stretch was perfect, the fit snug and warm. He filled you completely, stretching you in a way that no one else could. You gasped, your nails digging into his shoulders.
"God, you feel so good," he groaned, his forehead resting against yours.
He started to move, slow and gentle. He wanted to be careful, even though you'd been together many times. He wanted to make sure you were okay. The heat of the car combined with the alcohol made the scene surrealistic. He didn't go fast. He was gentle, testing you, trying not to hurt you. He leaned down and kissed your neck, his lips moving down to your chest. He took one of your nipples into his mouth, his tongue swirling around the hardened peak.
You were on cloud nine. The pleasure was overwhelming, the feeling of being completely filled by him was unlike anything else. You felt like you were drowning in him, and you loved it.
He continued to move, his hips rolling in a steady rhythm. You felt the familiar coil tighten again. You reached down and wrapped your arms around his neck, pulling him closer.
"I'm close," you moaned.
"Me too," he whispered.
He increased the pace slightly, his hips snapping against yours. You cried out, your back arching off the seat. The sensation was pure bliss. You could feel him hitting that spot deep inside you, making you see stars. You were riding a wave of ecstasy, the pleasure building to an unbearable level.
He pulled out just as you were about to climax. You whined, your hand reaching for his hand.
"No yet baby," he whispered. "I promise I'll let you come."
He pushed back in, harder this time, and you screamed, your body shaking. You came hard, your muscles clamping down around him. You cried out his name, over and over again, as wave after wave of pleasure washed over you. Your eyes rolled back in your drunken haze, the world spinning around you. You were floating on a sea of ecstasy, the pleasure so intense it felt like it was going to destroy you.
He didn't stop. He kept thrusting, milking your orgasm for all it was worth. He was relentless, driving you to the edge again and again. You felt another orgasm building, but this one was different. It was sharper, more intense, he pulled out again, leaving you empty and aching for more. He gently pushed you back on the passenger seat, lowered his head and took your clit into his mouth, using his tongue to stimulate you. You were on the verge of another climax, but he was edging you, denying the release you needed.
"Please," you begged, your voice hoarse. "I need to come."
"I know," he whispered, his tongue flicking your clit. "But I want to make you feel even better."
He stood up and moved to the back seat, giving you room to maneuver. He pulled you up, wrapping your legs around his waist. He carried you to the back seat, lying down on the soft upholstery. He positioned himself between your legs again, his cock entering you from above. He started to move, his hips grinding against yours.
You were a mess. Your hair was a wild tangle, your skin flushed, your eyes glazed over. You were completely under his control. He was in control, and you loved it. He was driving you crazy with pleasure.
He pulled out and positioned himself at your entrance again. This time, he didn't hold back. He pushed in, filling you completely. He started thrusting, his hips snapping against yours. The friction was incredible, he hit that sensitive spot inside you over and over, the movement raw and desperate. You were so close, your hips bucking up to meet his, chasing the final release you’d been denied for what felt like hours. You felt a tear slip from the corner of your eye, overwhelmed by the intensity of it all.
"Jungwon, please," you choked out, your nails raking down his back, leaving angry red marks on his skin. "I need to come again."
He stopped abruptly, hovering above you. His chest heaved with effort, his eyes dark and dilated with lust. He looked at you like he wanted to devour you whole, but there was also a look of tenderness there, a softness that he usually kept hidden.
"I want you to come for me," he growled, his voice low and rough. "But I want to see you, so look at me, baby."
He reached down and aligned himself with your opening, then slammed back in. The force of the thrust knocked the wind out of you, and you gasped, your back arching off the seat. He wasn't holding back. He was fucking you hard, his hips pistoning in and out of you, the sound of skin slapping against skin filling the small space of the car.
You screamed, your head thrown back, your mouth open in a silent cry of ecstasy. He was hitting that spot every single time, driving you higher and higher. You felt your orgasm cresting, building in your belly like a wave about to crash.
"I'm coming," you wailed, your body stiffening.
"Yes, baby, come for me," he groaned, his eyes locked onto yours. "I'm right there with you."
You shattered. Your vision went white, your body convulsed, and you clamped down hard on him, milking him for everything he had. You felt his seed pump deep inside you, hot and heavy, filling you up. It was the most intense orgasm you’d ever had, and you felt like you were floating in the clouds.
He slowed his pace, his thrusts becoming gentle and tender. He pulled out slowly, the sensation leaving you feeling empty yet completely fulfilled. He leaned over you, brushing a stray hair from your face, his thumb tracing your bottom lip.
"You're so beautiful when you come," he whispered, his voice thick with emotion.
He shifted his weight to the side, letting you rest your head on his shoulder. He pulled a blanket from the back of the car and covered you both, his arm wrapped around you, keeping you warm.
"Rest for a while," he said softly. "I'll drive us home when you're ready."
You closed your eyes, feeling a sense of peace settle over you. The rain had stopped. You knew this wasn't just a casual hookup anymore. You knew he felt the same way, even if he didn't say it. You were his, and he was yours.
The car sat parked on the beach, the engine off, the silence heavy with unsaid words and lingering touches. Jungwon lay on his back, one arm thrown over his eyes, the other reaching out to hold your hand. You intertwined your fingers, the heat of his skin seeping through your palm.
You drifted in and out of sleep, the sound of waves fading into the background. Every now and then, you felt his fingers trail absentmindedly over your knuckles, a silent reassurance that made you know you were exactly where you needed to be.
Eventually, the sun broke through the clouds, casting a golden glow over the wet sand. The car's interior, however, remained dim, the light casting long shadows across the upholstery. You stirred, stretching your limbs, feeling the ache in your muscles. The cold had set in, despite the blanket. You looked at Jungwon. He was still asleep, his breathing slow and steady. A lock of hair fell across his forehead, and he looked peaceful, completely unguarded. Seeing him like this made your heart swell with something more than just lust. It was affection, pure and simple, you realized with a jolt. This wasn't just a physical connection anymore, it was a soul deep bond that you were terrified to admit.
"Jungwon," you whispered, nudging his arm.
He stirred, his eyes fluttering open. They were dark, rimmed with red from lack of sleep and the heat of the car, but they focused on you immediately.
"Hey," he said, his voice rough with sleep. "How are you feeling?"
"Good," you said, sitting up slowly. "You?"
"Fine," he replied, shifting his weight to get comfortable. "I think we should get you home before you catch a cold."
He reached out and brushed a stray hair from your face, his touch gentle. "Are you sure you're okay?" he asked, his eyes searching yours. "You seemed really out of it back there."
"I'm okay," you assured him, though you couldn't deny the lingering sensation of him inside you. "I just...I'm glad we came here."
He smiled, a small, crooked smile that made your stomach flip. "Me too," he said. "But I need to get you home though."
He started the engine, the car humming to life. The heat kicked in, warming the small space. He looked at you, his expression still unreadable, but his eyes held something warm. He reached over and took your hand, his fingers interlacing with yours. He didn't let go.
The drive home was quiet, but it wasn't awkward. It was comfortable, filled with the sound of the radio and the occasional glance between you two. You felt a sense of contentment wash over you. This wasn't just having sex. It was something more. You were falling in love, and you couldn't be happier.
When you arrived at your apartment building, he pulled up to the curb. You turned to him, your heart pounding. You weren't sure if this was the moment to say something, but the look in his eyes told you everything you needed to know. He wasn't going to leave.
"Thank you for tonight," you said, your voice trembling slightly.
"I'll see you later," he said, his voice low, almost a whisper. "I mean that."
He leaned over and kissed you, soft and lingering, his lips brushing against yours. It was different from the kisses in the car. It was slow, gentle, and full of meaning. It was a promise of more to come.
— IN WHICH ; After two weeks apart, you and Jungwon meet up at the beach after a late afternoon drive. Drunk and overwhelmed by the depth of your feelings for him, you confess that you think you're falling for him.
⤏ pairing : fwb!jungwon x f!reader.
⤏ genre : smut, fluff(?), friends-with-benefits.
⤏ content : alcohol, car sex, unprotected sex (don’t do that), drunk sex, multiple orgasms, slight edging, kissing, p in v, fingering. (lmk if there’s more).
⤏ wc : 2.6k
note : this is part 2 of “what you want” and I tried to write smut :’). I’m kinda nervous tho but enjoyyyy !!!
The air in Jungwon’s car smelled faintly of lavender and something distinctly masculine that made your head spin. It had been exactly two weeks since you last saw him, and in that time, you’d felt a gnawing emptiness that ‘friends-with-benefits’ arrangements weren't supposed to leave behind. You called him up one rainy Tuesday, hoping he wasn't busy, and he’d answered with that calm, soothing voice that instantly grounded you, asking you where he should pick you up.
"Be right there," he had said.
He pulled up in front of your apartment building ten minutes later, his expression unreadable. When you slid into the passenger seat, the distance between you vanished. His fingers brushed against yours as you buckled your seatbelt, sending a jolt of electricity through you that made you want to melt into the leather of his car seat.
"Hi," you breathed.
"Hey," he replied, his voice dropping an octave. "You look beautiful."
He didn't waste time. He was driving, but he kept glancing at you, his thumb tracing circles on the steering wheel. The drive to the beach was quiet, save for the sound of the radio and the sound of the rain against the roof. You wanted to ask about his week, but the air between you felt thick with a weird tension. He turned off the main road, driving down a dirt path that led to a secluded stretch of sand, hidden from the rest of the city.
He parked the car near the dunes, the engine idling as the rain continued to fall. He killed the lights, plunging the car into darkness. You looked at him, and he was looking back at you, his eyes dark and intense.
"You want to get out?" he asked softly.
You nodded and grabbed your purse. As soon as you stepped out of the car, the cool rain soaked your clothes instantly. You gasped, but before you could react, Jungwon was there, pulling you into his arms. His jacket was heavy and warm, wrapping around your shivering frame. He smelled like rain and sand and him.
"It's okay," he murmured against your hair, his hand rubbing your back in slow, soothing circles. "Let's get back in."
He ushered you back into the car, shutting the door behind you. The rain drummed against the metal roof, creating a rhythm that seemed to match the thumping of your heart. You were soaked to the skin, your clothes clinging to your body, highlighting the curves that Jungwon seemed so obsessed with. He didn't look away. He didn't even try to hide the way his eyes raked over you, hungry and possessive.
"You're soaking wet," he murmured.
"I know," you whispered.
He reached over, turning up the heat and turning on the defroster. As the warmth filled the car, he reached into the back seat and pulled out a small bottle of whiskey and two cups. He poured you a generous amount, his movements gentle and calm.
"Drink this," he ordered softly. "It'll help warm you up."
You took the glass, the liquid burning a path down your throat, warming you from the inside out. You felt a buzz settle in your brain after drinking the entirety of your cup, loosening your inhibitions. You looked at Jungwon, who was watching you with an intensity that made your knees weak. He took a long sip of his own drink, his eyes never leaving your face.
"You know," you said, your voice slightly slurred, "it feels like we're more than just friends with benefits sometimes."
Jungwon paused, his hand still resting on the steering wheel. "What do you mean?" he asked, his voice tight.
"I mean," you continued, "I think I'm falling in love with you. And I'm scared that you're just using me for sex."
He laughed softly, a low, rumbling sound in his throat. "Using you for sex?" he repeated. "Baby, I've never used anyone for sex."
He leaned over, his hand cupping your cheek, forcing you to look at him. "I care about you more than anyone. I just... I don't know how to name it yet. It's a mix of things."
His lips crashed onto yours, a desperate, hungry kiss that took your breath away. He tasted like whiskey and rain, and you felt yourself melting into him. His hand moved from your cheek to your neck, his fingers tangling in your hair, pulling you closer. You moaned into his mouth, and he deepened the kiss, his tongue exploring every inch of you.
You broke the kiss, gasping for air. "Let's go to the beach," you whispered.
"No," he said, his voice husky. "Let's stay here."
He turned to face you, his eyes dark and intense. He ran his hand down your side and guide you to straddle his laps, his fingers brushing against the waistband of your skirt. He pulled you closer, his hips pressing against yours. The friction was electric, and you felt yourself getting wetter with every second.
"You're so wet," he murmured, his voice dropping to a requested content. "I need to be inside you."
He pulled your skirt up, revealing your legs and your panties. He rubbed his hand over the fabric, his fingers tracing the outline of your folds. You gasped, arching your back. He rubbed you harder, his fingers finding your clit with ease. He rubbed it in circles, pressing down firmly. You moaned, your hips bucking against his hand.
You were getting close. You could feel the familiar coil tightening in your lower abdomen. You looked at him, eyes pleading.
"Not yet," he whispered.
He pulled his hand away, denying you the release you desperately needed. You whined, your hand reaching for his belt buckle. "Please," you begged.
"No," he said firmly. "I'll make you feel good first."
He unbuckled his belt, his movements sure and confident. He pulled his jeans down, freeing his erection. It sprang free, already hard and leaking pre-cum. He stroked it a few times, getting it ready.
"I need you," he whispered.
He moved between your legs, spreading them wide. He lined up his cock with your entrance, and without any hesitation, he pushed in. The stretch was perfect, the fit snug and warm. He filled you completely, stretching you in a way that no one else could. You gasped, your nails digging into his shoulders.
"God, you feel so good," he groaned, his forehead resting against yours.
He started to move, slow and gentle. He wanted to be careful, even though you'd been together many times. He wanted to make sure you were okay. The heat of the car combined with the alcohol made the scene surrealistic. He didn't go fast. He was gentle, testing you, trying not to hurt you. He leaned down and kissed your neck, his lips moving down to your chest. He took one of your nipples into his mouth, his tongue swirling around the hardened peak.
You were on cloud nine. The pleasure was overwhelming, the feeling of being completely filled by him was unlike anything else. You felt like you were drowning in him, and you loved it.
He continued to move, his hips rolling in a steady rhythm. You felt the familiar coil tighten again. You reached down and wrapped your arms around his neck, pulling him closer.
"I'm close," you moaned.
"Me too," he whispered.
He increased the pace slightly, his hips snapping against yours. You cried out, your back arching off the seat. The sensation was pure bliss. You could feel him hitting that spot deep inside you, making you see stars. You were riding a wave of ecstasy, the pleasure building to an unbearable level.
He pulled out just as you were about to climax. You whined, your hand reaching for his hand.
"No yet baby," he whispered. "I promise I'll let you come."
He pushed back in, harder this time, and you screamed, your body shaking. You came hard, your muscles clamping down around him. You cried out his name, over and over again, as wave after wave of pleasure washed over you. Your eyes rolled back in your drunken haze, the world spinning around you. You were floating on a sea of ecstasy, the pleasure so intense it felt like it was going to destroy you.
He didn't stop. He kept thrusting, milking your orgasm for all it was worth. He was relentless, driving you to the edge again and again. You felt another orgasm building, but this one was different. It was sharper, more intense, he pulled out again, leaving you empty and aching for more. He gently pushed you back on the passenger seat, lowered his head and took your clit into his mouth, using his tongue to stimulate you. You were on the verge of another climax, but he was edging you, denying the release you needed.
"Please," you begged, your voice hoarse. "I need to come."
"I know," he whispered, his tongue flicking your clit. "But I want to make you feel even better."
He stood up and moved to the back seat, giving you room to maneuver. He pulled you up, wrapping your legs around his waist. He carried you to the back seat, lying down on the soft upholstery. He positioned himself between your legs again, his cock entering you from above. He started to move, his hips grinding against yours.
You were a mess. Your hair was a wild tangle, your skin flushed, your eyes glazed over. You were completely under his control. He was in control, and you loved it. He was driving you crazy with pleasure.
He pulled out and positioned himself at your entrance again. This time, he didn't hold back. He pushed in, filling you completely. He started thrusting, his hips snapping against yours. The friction was incredible, he hit that sensitive spot inside you over and over, the movement raw and desperate. You were so close, your hips bucking up to meet his, chasing the final release you’d been denied for what felt like hours. You felt a tear slip from the corner of your eye, overwhelmed by the intensity of it all.
"Jungwon, please," you choked out, your nails raking down his back, leaving angry red marks on his skin. "I need to come again."
He stopped abruptly, hovering above you. His chest heaved with effort, his eyes dark and dilated with lust. He looked at you like he wanted to devour you whole, but there was also a look of tenderness there, a softness that he usually kept hidden.
"I want you to come for me," he growled, his voice low and rough. "But I want to see you, so look at me, baby."
He reached down and aligned himself with your opening, then slammed back in. The force of the thrust knocked the wind out of you, and you gasped, your back arching off the seat. He wasn't holding back. He was fucking you hard, his hips pistoning in and out of you, the sound of skin slapping against skin filling the small space of the car.
You screamed, your head thrown back, your mouth open in a silent cry of ecstasy. He was hitting that spot every single time, driving you higher and higher. You felt your orgasm cresting, building in your belly like a wave about to crash.
"I'm coming," you wailed, your body stiffening.
"Yes, baby, come for me," he groaned, his eyes locked onto yours. "I'm right there with you."
You shattered. Your vision went white, your body convulsed, and you clamped down hard on him, milking him for everything he had. You felt his seed pump deep inside you, hot and heavy, filling you up. It was the most intense orgasm you’d ever had, and you felt like you were floating in the clouds.
He slowed his pace, his thrusts becoming gentle and tender. He pulled out slowly, the sensation leaving you feeling empty yet completely fulfilled. He leaned over you, brushing a stray hair from your face, his thumb tracing your bottom lip.
"You're so beautiful when you come," he whispered, his voice thick with emotion.
He shifted his weight to the side, letting you rest your head on his shoulder. He pulled a blanket from the back of the car and covered you both, his arm wrapped around you, keeping you warm.
"Rest for a while," he said softly. "I'll drive us home when you're ready."
You closed your eyes, feeling a sense of peace settle over you. The rain had stopped. You knew this wasn't just a casual hookup anymore. You knew he felt the same way, even if he didn't say it. You were his, and he was yours.
The car sat parked on the beach, the engine off, the silence heavy with unsaid words and lingering touches. Jungwon lay on his back, one arm thrown over his eyes, the other reaching out to hold your hand. You intertwined your fingers, the heat of his skin seeping through your palm.
You drifted in and out of sleep, the sound of waves fading into the background. Every now and then, you felt his fingers trail absentmindedly over your knuckles, a silent reassurance that made you know you were exactly where you needed to be.
Eventually, the sun broke through the clouds, casting a golden glow over the wet sand. The car's interior, however, remained dim, the light casting long shadows across the upholstery. You stirred, stretching your limbs, feeling the ache in your muscles. The cold had set in, despite the blanket. You looked at Jungwon. He was still asleep, his breathing slow and steady. A lock of hair fell across his forehead, and he looked peaceful, completely unguarded. Seeing him like this made your heart swell with something more than just lust. It was affection, pure and simple, you realized with a jolt. This wasn't just a physical connection anymore, it was a soul deep bond that you were terrified to admit.
"Jungwon," you whispered, nudging his arm.
He stirred, his eyes fluttering open. They were dark, rimmed with red from lack of sleep and the heat of the car, but they focused on you immediately.
"Hey," he said, his voice rough with sleep. "How are you feeling?"
"Good," you said, sitting up slowly. "You?"
"Fine," he replied, shifting his weight to get comfortable. "I think we should get you home before you catch a cold."
He reached out and brushed a stray hair from your face, his touch gentle. "Are you sure you're okay?" he asked, his eyes searching yours. "You seemed really out of it back there."
"I'm okay," you assured him, though you couldn't deny the lingering sensation of him inside you. "I just...I'm glad we came here."
He smiled, a small, crooked smile that made your stomach flip. "Me too," he said. "But I need to get you home though."
He started the engine, the car humming to life. The heat kicked in, warming the small space. He looked at you, his expression still unreadable, but his eyes held something warm. He reached over and took your hand, his fingers interlacing with yours. He didn't let go.
The drive home was quiet, but it wasn't awkward. It was comfortable, filled with the sound of the radio and the occasional glance between you two. You felt a sense of contentment wash over you. This wasn't just having sex. It was something more. You were falling in love, and you couldn't be happier.
When you arrived at your apartment building, he pulled up to the curb. You turned to him, your heart pounding. You weren't sure if this was the moment to say something, but the look in his eyes told you everything you needed to know. He wasn't going to leave.
"Thank you for tonight," you said, your voice trembling slightly.
"I'll see you later," he said, his voice low, almost a whisper. "I mean that."
He leaned over and kissed you, soft and lingering, his lips brushing against yours. It was different from the kisses in the car. It was slow, gentle, and full of meaning. It was a promise of more to come.
synopsis : At a college in Seoul, a confident fashion student is stuck in a situationship with Jake Sim, soccer player. He wants a real relationship, but she struggles to express her feelings and keeps things unclear.After Jake confronts her and gets no answer, he starts to pull away. (That’s all you get ;3)
Pairing ⋆.˚ : Uni Soccer player Jake x Reader
Warning / tags : 18+, fem reader, angst?, fluff, jealousy, mix signals, etc.
an : TAGLIST IS CLOSE! Hi everyone, I’m back! I apologize for the delay in posting I’ve been quite busy these past few months. I’ll do my best to stay more consistent moving forward. I’ve been working on a story recently, and I’m excited to share it with you when the first chapter is ready. I don’t have an exact release time yet, but I truly hope you enjoy it.This project was inspired by the song “Hesitating” by Malcolm Todd, one of my favorite artists.Thank you for your patience and support have a great day! Xoxo. /•᷅•᷄\੭
