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Yasmin, 07, chem major (drowning in work)

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Enthusiastically Jungwon biased, I've only been writing for like a short while, and I usually spend at least three months flicking through different projects trying to make one make sense. Extremely sporadic posting, but I'm always lurking.

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plaster saint (yang jungwon) 𓍯

pairing: coworker!jungwon x fem!reader

content: jungwon office au, workplace au, smut, angst

warnings: mdni! sexual content, toxic jungwon, sexual tension, jealousy, risky sex, rough sex, dubcon, coercion, dirty talk, teasing, p in v, unprotected sex (do not do it), fingering, multiple orgasms, strong language, creampie, light choking, a bit of yearning, reader can’t do casual, emotional manipulation 

wc: 27k

note: i want to write shorter fics but i'm such a yapper bruh. hope you enjoy reading this ! i´ll start writing part two of top two next hehe < 3

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the sound of his laughter was always just a little too quiet to hear from across the floor, but you always knew exactly when it happened. you could tell by the way the girls in marketing would suddenly lean over their desk dividers, or how the receptionist would find a reason to walk all the way to the printer on your side of the building just to catch his eye as he passed.

yang jungwon had a way of distributing himself so thinly that everyone felt like they had a piece of him, yet nobody actually held anything at all.

it was a strange kind of currency he traded in. he didn’t have the loud, exhausting arrogance of the men you usually avoided. he didn’t smirk, he didn’t linger a second too long in a way that would make anyone uncomfortable. he was just... soft. incredibly, terrifyingly attentive. he remembered how people took their tea, he noticed when someone looked a little tired, and he always had the right words to smooth over a mistake before the department head could even find out about it.

you had spent eight months watching the cycle repeat itself. a new girl would start in accounting or design, she would get overwhelmed by the workload, and jungwon would appear out of nowhere with a reassuring smile and a cup of coffee. and a few weeks later, she would be looking at him with that same dazed, mesmerized expression you saw on everyone else. he got his shifts covered, his spreadsheets double-checked, and an absolute shield of loyalty from the entire floor, all because he looked at people like they were the only thing that mattered in a room full of fluorescent lights.

you hated how clearly you saw the pattern. it made you feel detached, like a ghost lingering on the edges of a game everyone else was happily playing. loneliness did that to you — it made you hyper fixate on the details of other people’s lives because your own felt so hollow. and maybe, just maybe, it was also about the fact that you were the only person on this floor who he hadn't tried to use that gentle charm on yet. it felt spiteful, almost, like he knew you were watching and had decided you weren't worth the effort of the routine.

you bit the inside of your cheek, forcing your eyes back to your spreadsheet. do not look. do not care.

"you're going to get a headache if you keep staring at that screen without blinking, y/n." your pulse gave a stupid, frantic flutter before you could stop it. he was right there, his shadow leaning gently over the divider of your cubicle. he looked so terribly neat, the sleeves of his grey button down rolled up just to his forearms, his dark hair falling perfectly across his forehead. he didn’t look like someone who had just spent the last twenty minutes quietly convincing the senior supervisor to give him an extra week on his report. he just looked like a concerned coworker.

"i'm almost done." you whispered, your fingers staying frozen over the keyboard. you didn't want to look up. looking up meant acknowledging the way he was tilting his head, the way he was offering you that quiet, private space he seemed to create wherever he stood.

"you said that an hour ago when i walked past." he murmured, his voice slipping into that gentle register that always felt like a secret meant only for you. he set a small paper bag from the bakery downstairs on the edge of your desk, careful not to disturb your papers. "you skipped the team lunch. i brought you one of those lemon tarts you mentioned liking last month." 

your heart ached a little, a sharp spike of anxiety hitting your chest. you hadn't even realized he had been listening when you said that to a completely different coworker in the breakroom weeks ago. that was his trick. he collected information like weights, saving them until he could wrap them up in sweet gestures, leaving you with no way to push him away without looking like the bad guy.

"jungwon, you shouldn't have." you said, trying to force your voice to sound flat, or at least indifferent. you finally met his eyes, searching for a slip, a hint of the calculation you knew was behind them. but there was nothing. just those wide, dark eyes looking at you with a steady warmth that made you feel completely exposed.

"i wanted to." he said simply, a tiny, almost imperceptible crinkle forming at the corners of his eyes. "you look tired, y/n. let me do something nice for you for once. okay?" the way he said for once, as if he had been waiting for the opportunity to care about you, made a bitter knot form in your throat. he was opening the door to the routine, and the worst part was how badly a small, pathetic part of you wanted to step inside.

you looked down at the brown paper bag, the grease from the pastry already leaving a translucent circle on the paper. it felt heavy, like an anchor pulling you straight into the deep end of his world. if you reached for your purse right now, if you pulled out a crisp bill and insisted on paying him back, you would look incredibly cold. you would be the girl who couldn't just accept a simple favor from a coworker who was only trying to be thoughtful.

but you needed a barrier. you needed to prove to yourself that you weren't like that girl from accounting, or the receptionists, or any of the other people who let his probably fake kindness soften their edges until there was nothing left to protect themselves with.

"how much was it?" you asked, your fingers gripping the edge of your desk a little tighter as you kept your voice low, trying to maintain the flat, corporate boundary between you. "i can venmo you. i also think i have some cash in my bag."

jungwon didn't move. he didn't blink, either. he just kept staring down at you, his thumb slowly brushing against the seam of his trouser pocket. for a second, just a tiny fraction of a second, the soft crinkle around his eyes vanished, replaced by an expression that was entirely unreadable. it was the closest you had ever seen his mask come to slipping, and it made your stomach do a small anxious flip.

but then, as quickly as it had gone, the sweetness returned. it bloomed across his face like it belonged there, gentle and effortless. "don't do that, y/n.” he murmured, his voice dropping an octave, sounding almost disappointed. not angry, just gently hurt, like a friend whose genuine intentions had been misunderstood. he reached out, his fingers hovering just an inch above the paper bag, not quite touching it, but close enough that you could smell the faint scent of his laundry detergent mixed with the sweet scent of the lemon. "it's just a tart. you don't owe me anything for it."

you hated how good he was at this. he made your self-preservation look like paranoia. "i just don't like feeling like i owe people things." you whispered, finally looking away from his eyes because the intensity of his gaze was starting to make your chest feel tight. you focused on his collar instead, tracing the neat, sharp line of his grey button down. "especially at work."

"you don't owe me." he repeated softly. he leaned a little closer over the divider, his shadow completely enveloping your desk space now, cutting off the rest of the bustling floor. "i promise. consider it an apology for the project timeline being so messy this week. i know it's been stressful for you."

he hadn't even been the one who messed up the timeline, it had been the senior supervisor's fault. yet there he was, taking the blame, wrapping it up in a pastry, and handing it to you like a peace offering. it was perfect. it was entirely unassailable.

before you could think of another way to push him back, another way to say no without sounding entirely irrational, he was already straightening up. he patted the top of the cubicle divider twice, the dull thud of his palms against the fabric signaling the end of your private pocket of time.

"eat it before the sugar melts." he said, giving you one last, lingering smile that felt entirely too warm for a tuesday afternoon in a fluorescent lit office. "i'll see you in the meeting tomorrow, y/n."

you didn't answer. you just watched his back as he turned around and walked away, his stride easy and completely relaxed. and then, you watched the trap reset. 

barely three steps away from your desk, he ran into the assistant manager. within two seconds, jungwon’s posture shifted, his head tilting in that familiar, attentive way as he listened to the older man complain about a client. he smiled, offered a reassuring nod, and effortlessly slid back into being the floor's favorite person. it was like his conversation with you hadn't even happened. it was just another stop on his daily rounds.

you sank back into your ergonomic chair, feeling smaller than you had five minutes ago. the paper bag sat on the edge of your desk, a tiny, sweet monument to your own weakness. you hadn't won. you hadn't even fought back.

when you finally decided to pack your bag, the fourteenth floor was entirely dead. the quiet was suffocating, broken only by the distant, rhythmic hum of the building's ventilation system. you had stayed late on purpose, hiding behind the excuse of a heavy workload just to avoid having to walk out the double doors at the same time as everyone else. you needed the air to clear.

you walked down the narrow carpeted hallway toward the back supply room to drop off a final stack of hard copy client files before heading to the elevators. the lights in the back corridor were completely out, the darkness only cut by the faint city lights bleeding through the floor to ceiling glass windows at the end of the hall.

as you neared the heavy wooden door of the archive room, you realized it wasn’t fully latched. a thin sliver of light was slicing across the dark carpet. and then, you heard a sound that made your entire body freeze in place.

it wasn't a murmur about spreadsheets or a polite laugh. it was a breathy gasp, followed by the distinct, unmistakable friction of fabric rubbing against a hard desk surface.

"jungwon, please-"

it was sarah from design. her voice was completely unrecognizable, stripped of her usual corporate composure, thick with an open, desperate kind of heat.

"shhh." a voice quieted her. low, raspy, and completely dripping with that gentle cadence. "someone might still be on the floor. stay quiet for me, yeah?"

your heart gave a violent, sickening lurch against your ribs, your fingers locking onto the edge of the file folders so hard the cardboard bent. you shouldn't have looked. every piece of self-preservation you had left was screaming at you to turn around, to run to the elevators and pretend you hadn't heard a thing. but you were paralyzed. your eyes moved to the small gap in the doorframe, your breath catching in your throat. through the crack, the scene was explicit, dark, and entirely heavy.

sarah was pushed back onto the edge of the heavy wooden archive table, her knee length pencil skirt hitched all the way up past her thighs, her fingers tangled frantically in the dark hair of the boy pressing between her legs. jungwon’s shirt was completely unbuttoned, hanging loosely off his shoulders, exposing the pale, sharp lines of his chest and back as he moved against her. he wasn't being rough. even like this, hidden in a dark room against company policy, his movements carried that same terrifyingly smooth rhythm. his head was buried in the crook of her neck, his lips leaving slow, wet tracks along her collarbone, his hands gripping her hips to anchor her as he drove into her with a quiet deliberation. every roll of his hips elicited a muffled, shaking groan from the girl beneath him, her eyes completely blown out, utterly ruined by him.

"you're so good." jungwon whispered against her skin, his voice hitching slightly as his pace quickened, his thumbs digging into her skin. it was said with that same comforting warmth he used when he was handing someone a pastry or fixing a computer screen. "so sweet for me, sarah."

seeing him use that exact same tone — the soft sweetness he used to navigate the bullpen — while his body was violently taking someone against an office desk made a cold wave of humiliation wash over you.

he really was doing it. all of it. he wasn't just collecting favors, he was consuming them. and less than four hours ago, he had leaned over your cubicle divider, looked into your eyes with that exact same soft warmth, and told you he wanted to do something nice for you for once. 

you backed away from the door. you had thought you were being smart by observing him, thought you were immune because you saw the matrix of his charm. but the truth was, you were just another potential name on the rotation of favors he hadn't gotten around to breaking yet.

inside the room, the sudden, sharp rustle of your folders against your coat cut through the quiet. the rhythmic sound of his movements stopped instantly. through the gap, you saw jungwon’s head lift, his dark eyes instantly cutting through the dim light straight toward the door frame, his chest heaving as he stared directly at the shadow you were casting on the floor.

you didn't wait for him to pull away. you turned and ran toward the elevators, your chest heavy with an indescribable, uncomfortable feeling as the doors finally closed.

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the next morning, the fourteenth floor swallowed you whole, completely unchanged. the office was just its usual, sterile self. you sat at your desk, eyes fixed on your monitors, trying to drown out the intrusive images from the night before. because the worst part — the thing you refused to admit to yourself as you stared at your spreadsheets — was how it had actually looked. the sharp lines of his bare back, the tight grip of his hands on sarah's hips, the low, raspy weight of his voice... it had been explicit. it had been dangerous. and god help you, it had been the most terrifyingly attractive thing you had ever seen.

you bit the inside of your cheek until it tasted like iron. do not think about it. do not fall for it. you weren't going to be another project he managed. you weren't going to let a few seconds of office floor smut shake the armor you had spent months building. besides, you were certain he would never try to win your favor like that anyway — he clearly wasn't interested. you had never had those kinds of interactions with him, which only made the fact that you were fixating so hard on the memory feel even creepier. you were acting like a voyeur, replaying a performance that wasn't meant for you, all because the raw control he had displayed had been so violently hot, if you were honest. you needed to go back to your normal self and not think about him ever again.

the conference room smelled of stale catering coffee and the chemical tang of dry erase markers. everyone was crammed inside, reducing themselves to a neat row of titles and deliverables. sarah sat three chairs down from you, her posture slightly rigid, her eyes tracking jungwon’s every move with a quiet devotion. but she wasn't special. you watched how he shifted his attention effortlessly — offering a quick, easy laugh to one of the guys from logistics, leaning in to whisper a reassuring note to the senior supervisor, making sure that everyone felt chosen. he didn't look like a man who had spent the previous evening ruining a coworker against an archive table. he looked immaculate. when the supervisor praised the recent turnaround on the quarterly reports, jungwon offered a modest smile, deferring the credit entirely to the rest of the team. he was a calculated machine, running on the fuel of everyone's compliance, using his charm interchangeably to keep the floor running exactly how he wanted it to.

you kept your gaze firmly fixed on your ipad, drawing a series of neat, aggressive boxes in the margins. you were an observer. you just had to get through the remaining forty minutes of this meeting, go back to your cubicle, and bury yourself in data.

"y/n?" the supervisor’s voice snapped you out of your thoughts. 

you blinked, pulling your shoulders back into a sharp corporate posture. "yes?"

"jungwon mentioned that the client files from the fourteenth floor archives were still showing a few discrepancies. did you manage to drop off the hard copies last night?"

your breath caught in your throat. your fingers tightened around your pen so hard the plastic clicked. reluctantly, your eyes shifted across the table. 

jungwon was looking right at you. he didn't have his usual soft, accommodating expression. he was leaning back in his chair, his dark eyes locked onto yours with a terrifyingly unblinking intensity. there was no warmth in them now. no sweet, harmless coworker charm.

it was a dare.

"i dropped them off." you said, your voice a fraction thinner than you wanted it to be. you forced yourself to maintain eye contact, refusing to let him see the frantic flutter of your pulse. "right before i left."

"perfect." jungwon said softly. he didn't break his gaze. his fingers stopped typing entirely, resting flat against the aluminum casing of his laptop. "i went back in there this morning to organize them. i noticed a few of the folders were a bit bent at the edges. like someone had been in a rush."

a suffocating wave of heat rushed up your neck. he knew. he knew exactly who had been standing outside that door.

"the archive room is quite dark at night." you countered, your voice dropping into a flat, icy register that stood out sharply against the casual tone of the room. "it's easy to lose your footing when you're looking for something in the dark."

for a fraction of a second, the corner of jungwon’s mouth twitched upward. it wasn't his public smile. it was sharp, dark, and entirely private, like a glimpse of the calculating mind behind the mask. he liked this. he seemed to have realized that while the rest of the floor was blind to his games, you were watching every single move. and instead of pulling back, instead of playing it safe, he looked entirely reenergized by it.

"you're right, y/n." he murmured, his voice dropping into that raspy cadence that made your skin prickle with a dangerous heat. "it is very dark back there. you really have to be careful what you stumble into." he laughed softly, slipping effortlessly back into his usual public persona. a few of your coworkers laughed along too, entirely unaware of the double meaning bleeding through his words. you felt like you were going insane, like one of those tragic characters in horror movies who are the only ones capable of seeing the ghosts.

the meeting adjourned, and the room dissolved into the usual chaos of scraping chairs and murmured small talk. you gathered your notebook and pen, eager to escape the stifling air, but a tall shadow stepped directly into your path before you could reach the door.

jungwon stood close, effectively blocking your exit. the faint, expensive scent of his cologne hit you instantly, dragging your mind violently back to the image of his bare back and the frantic grip of his hands in the dark. your chest heaved, a sharp spike of anger and unwanted arousal hitting you all at once. 

"you didn't eat the tart, right?" he said. his voice was quiet, entirely obscured by the noise of the departing coworkers around you.

"i wasn't hungry." you replied, keeping your eyes trained on the top button of his shirt, refusing to look into his eyes. you weren't going to give him the satisfaction of a real reaction. he was just being fake nice, putting on the same calculated performance he used on everyone else to get his way. you were just a glitch in his perfect record of floor compliance, a loose thread he wanted to tuck back into his neat little tapestry because it bothered his meticulous nature that your edges wouldn't soften for him.

he leaned down slightly, his breath brushing against the shell of your ear as he spoke. "a shame. i spent a lot of time thinking about what you liked before i bought it."

you bit the inside of your cheek, gripping your notebook like a shield. you didn't call him out, you didn't mention what you saw. you just forced a professional, detached distance between your bodies, holding onto the corporate wall with everything you had left. 

"i have work to do, jungwon. i’ll excuse myself now, see you." you stepped sideways, brushing past his shoulder without looking back. but as you walked down the carpeted hallway, you could feel his eyes burning into your back, a silent promise that he was only just getting started.

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by thursday afternoon, the tension had settled into the very carpet of your floor, heavy and thick enough to make your lungs ache. you tried to perfect your routine. eyes on the monitor, fingers on the keys, headphones firmly over your ears even when there was no music playing. you were determined to be the ghost he couldn't touch.

but jungwon was a master of using the space around you against you. he spent twenty minutes at the shared printer island just three feet away from your cubicle opening. he wasn't alone. he was with elle from legal, helping her sort through a massive stack of compliance contracts. you could hear the low, smooth rumble of his voice filtering through your headset. you didn't look. you swore to yourself you wouldn't look. but then you heard that quiet, private laugh — the one that always made people lean over their desks. against your own damn will, your eyes flicked up.

jungwon was leaning over the printer, his grey button-down stretched tight across his shoulders. his hand was resting on the small of elle’s back, his thumb making slow, casual circles against the fabric of her blazer. it was a gesture so effortlessly intimate, so completely unnecessary for printing contracts, that a bitter spike of heat flared in your chest. elle was looking up at him with that exact ruined expression you had seen on sarah, on the receptionists, on everyone.

and then, without missing a beat in his conversation with her, jungwon’s dark eyes shifted. he looked directly over elle’s shoulder, straight into your cubicle, locking his gaze onto yours. his thumb didn't stop moving against her back. his face didn't change its pleasant expression. but his eyes were entirely dark, heavy with a silent, mocking challenge.

look how easy it is, you imagined him saying. look at what everyone else gives me without a fight.

he was doing it on purpose. he knew you were hyper-fixated on his patterns, he knew you had seen what happened in the archive room, and instead of hiding it, he was putting his transactional nature on full display right in front of your face. he wanted you to feel the weight of your own isolation. he wanted the jealousy and the confusion to twist inside you until you finally snapped and gave him the compliance he wanted. you ripped your eyes away, your heart hammering against your ribs like a trapped bird. you hated him. you hated how he could make you feel so entirely exposed without even speaking to you. and worst of all, you hated the pathetic, traitorous part of your brain that had watched his hand on elle’s back and wondered, just for a terrifying second, what it would feel like if those fingers were digging into your own skin instead.

you swallowed hard, the taste of iron lingering on your tongue. he doesn't want you, you reminded yourself, a cruel, internal mantra. he's just fake nice. he just wants to win the game.

the shadow fell over your desk before you could even register the sound of his footsteps. "the legal files are sorted." jungwon murmured. he wasn't leaning over the divider this time, he was standing right at the entrance of your cubicle, effectively blocking the view of the rest of the floor. he set a single blue folder on the corner of your desk, his fingers lingering on the plastic tab. "i put the updated compliance guidelines on top. i thought you might need them for your afternoon report."

you didn't look at his face. you focused strictly on his hands, on the neat skin of his wrists. "thanks."

"you seem quiet today, y/n." he said softly, his voice dropping into that low register meant only for the two of you. he leaned in just a fraction, his shadow completely swallowing your desk space. "even more than usual. did you get another headache?"

the artificial sweetness in his tone felt like a physical weight pressing against your chest. he was mocking your boundaries, testing the exact strength of the walls you were sweating to keep up.

"i'm fine, jungwon." you whispered, your voice tight, keeping the corporate distance as rigid as humanly possible. "just busy."

"mmh." a small, completely unreadable sound left his throat. he reached out, his index finger lightly tracing a slow line along the edge of your desk calendar, stopping just a millimeter away from where your hand was resting. the proximity made the skin on your arms prickle with a terrifying heat. "well... don't work too hard. it would be a shame if you got tired out before the week is even over."

he gave the desk a final, quiet tap of his knuckles and walked away, leaving you drowning in the suffocating air of his departure.

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on friday evening, the office had emptied out with a desperate speed, everyone fleeing for the weekend the second the clock hit five. you had stayed behind on purpose again. it was safer this way. the quiet felt like a shield, a brief window where you didn't have to watch him hand out his attention like loose change to every person who crossed his path.

the only light left on was the dull, overhead glow of your own cubicle row, casting geometric shadows across the empty desks. you were just finishing up the last data entry for the week, the rhythmic click of your keyboard the only sound in the entire space. you let out a long breath, your shoulders finally dropping from the tight, defensive posture you had kept up for days.

then, the printer island three feet away whirred to life. the sudden, mechanical groan made your heart drop straight into your stomach. a single sheet of paper began to slide into the tray, the sound incredibly loud in the dead quiet of the office.

"i thought i saw a light still on down here." his voice came from the darkness just outside your cubicle opening. low, completely devoid of the light, airy cadence he used during the day. jungwon stepped into the glow of your monitor. he had already taken off his tie, the top two buttons of his grey shirt undone to reveal the sharp lines of his collarbone. his jacket was slung carelessly over one shoulder, held by a single finger. he looked messy in a way that felt entirely intentional, entirely dangerous.

you froze, your fingers hovering over the keys. do not look at his neck. do not think about the archive room. "i'm just finishing up." you said, your voice tight, forcing that rigid wall between you even though the floor was completely dead. "i'm leaving in five minutes."

"there's no rush." he murmured, stepping fully into your cubicle space. but he didn't stop at the edge this time. he walked right up to the side of your chair, dropping his jacket onto the empty desk divider next to you. "the building doesn't lock down until midnight, anyway."

you kept your eyes fixed on the screen, your heart hammering a stupid rhythm against your ribs. "i want to get home, though."

jungwon didn't answer. instead, he reached past your shoulder, his bare forearm brushing lightly against your sleeve as he picked up the single sheet of paper that had printed out. the brief friction of his skin against yours felt like an electric shock, making your breath hitch in your throat.

he leaned back against the edge of your desk, trapping you in your seat, his dark eyes looking down at the paper in his hands. "you made a mistake on the logistics section." he said softly.

"what?" your head snapped up before you could stop yourself, defense mechanism kicking in. "no, i didn't. i checked the numbers twice."

"look right here." he leaned down, his face suddenly entirely too close to yours. you could see the tiny flecks of dark brown in his eyes and the immaculate line of his jaw. he pointed his long finger at a row of data on your monitor, his hand hovering right next to your mouse. "you put the shipping code under the wrong department head."

you looked at the screen, your mind entirely blank, completely unable to process the numbers because his chest was practically brushing against your shoulder. "it's... it's a minor formatting issue. i can fix it on monday."

"why wait until monday?" jungwon whispered. his voice dropped into that private register that made your skin prickle. he didn't look at the screen anymore. he was looking directly at your mouth, his gaze heavy, dark, and completely unblinking. "i'm right here. let me help you with it."

he placed his hand directly over yours on the mouse. his palm was warm, his fingers large and heavy as they entirely covered your smaller ones. your pulse gave a sickening lurch. he wasn't being gentle. he wasn't doing that soft, attentive routine he did all the time. his grip was firm, holding your hand in place on the plastic casing, forcing you to feel the solid weight of him.

"jungwon." you breathed, a panicky sound escaping your throat. you tried to pull your hand back, but his fingers tightened just enough to keep you pinned.

"shhh." he murmured, using the exact same low tone he had used on sarah in the dark. "you're always trying to push me away, y/n. why is that? i'm just trying to be a good coworker."

the blatant lie made a suffocating knot form in your throat. he was mocking you. he knew you knew exactly what he was, and he was using his body to deliberately test how much you could take before your walls completely crumbled.

"let go of my hand." you whispered, your voice shaking, although you tried with everything you had to keep it cold.

jungwon didn't move. he leaned in even closer, his breath warm against your cheek, his eyes darkening into something ravenous as he watched the frantic pulse fluttering in your neck. "and if i don't?" he asked softly, a tiny, dangerous smile tugging at the corner of his lips. "what are you going to do, y/n? call the supervisor? tell them i'm being too nice to you?"

you couldn't breathe. the sheer weight of him was entirely too much, trapping you between the hard edge of your desk and the solid heat of his chest. your fingers were frozen beneath his palm, your skin tingling everywhere it connected with his.

"i'll tell them exactly what you are." you whispered, the words slipping out before you could stop them. your voice was entirely too thinned out by the frantic beating of your heart, but you kept your eyes fixed on his chin, refusing to look up into the dark trap of his gaze. "i'll tell them you're a fraud, jungwon."

for a long second, the quiet of the fourteenth floor felt absolute. the hum of the ventilation system seemed to fade into nothing. then, jungwon let out a low, breathy laugh. it wasn't his public laugh — the quiet, pleasant one that made people lean over their desk dividers. this one was dark, raspy, and too dangerous. his hand didn't leave yours. instead, his fingers shifted, sliding down the sides of your hand to lock his fingers securely through yours, pinning your palm flat against the desk surface now.

"a fraud." he murmured, his voice dropping an octave, vibrating straight through the small space between your faces. he leaned down further, his lips so close to the shell of your ear that you could feel the slight brush of his dark hair against your temple. "and who do you think is going to believe you, y/n? the supervisors? the girls in marketing? they love me. i make their lives so easy."

he was right. it was the most humiliating part of the whole thing. if you went to anyone, you would look like the unhinged one. you would be the bitter, detached girl who couldn't handle a popular coworker offering to help her with a formatting error.

"they think you're nice." you breathed, your teeth biting down on the inside of your cheek until it throbbed. "but you're just... you just use everyone."

you expected him to pull back, expected him to get angry or play dumb. but as you finally forced your eyes up to meet his, your breath caught. jungwon was staring down at you with a look that made your entire stomach dissolve into chaos. his face wasn't sweet at all anymore. his jaw was set, his dark eyes wide and completely unblinking, tracking the frantic movement of your lips. his chest was heaving slightly, the top buttons of his shirt pulling apart just enough for your eyes to instinctively look down for a second.

he didn't look insulted. he looked violently fascinated. "you really do see right through it, don't you?" he whispered, his thumb slowly tracing a firm line across the back of your knuckles. his grip on your hand tightened, a sudden show of strength that made your pulse give a silly flutter. "everyone on this floor is so boring, to be honest. they just take whatever i give them. but you... you sit here and watch me, and you hate me so much." he leaned in until his nose almost brushed against yours, his gaze dropping to your mouth again with a hunger that felt entirely too explicit for a fluorescent lit cubicle. "you think i'm just being fake nice to be convenient. but the truth is, y/n... i've been waiting for you to look at me like this for months."

he shifted his weight, his thigh pressing firmly against the side of your knee, anchoring you into the chair. the mask was entirely gone, shattered on the desk between you, and you were left staring at the raw, calculating control underneath. and to be honest with yourself, it was the most terrifyingly attractive thing you had ever felt.

"now…" jungwon whispered, his thumb digging slightly into your wrist, right over the frantic jumping of your pulse. "are you going to fix this spreadsheet for me, or are we going to do something else?"

you refused to let him win. you refused to soften a single fraction. "i'm fixing the spreadsheet." you whispered, your voice tight and entirely thinned out, but you forced your eyes back to the monitor, desperately trying to focus on the green lines of the cells. you tried to pull your fingers out from beneath his palm, but jungwon’s grip remained firm, his fingers locked securely through yours, pinning your hand against the mouse. a breathy hum left his throat, the vibration of it traveling straight from his chest into your shoulder where his body was pressed against yours.

"then do it." he murmured, his voice dropping into that private register that made the skin on your arms prickle with a dangerous heat. "go ahead, y/n. fix it."

your left hand trembled as you reached for the keyboard, your mind racing to remember the correct shipping codes through the suffocating fog of his proximity. he was making it entirely impossible on purpose. he leaned down further, his head tilting until his lips were just a fraction of an inch away from the sensitive skin below your ear, his warm breath fanning across your neck with every shallow exhale.

"you're entering the wrong code." he whispered against your skin, his thumb shifting to press a slow, deliberate circle right over the pulse in your wrist. "look at the screen. you're messing up the formatting again because you're too busy trying to pretend i'm not here."

"i'm not pretending anything." you breathed, your teeth biting down on the inside of your cheek until you felt a sharp sting. you deleted the typo, your fingers hitting the keys with a defensive force. you weren't going to look at his collarbone. you weren't going to turn your head and let his mouth catch yours. you kept your gaze locked onto the data, your entire body stiff as iron against the solid warmth of his chest.

you clicked the save icon, the sharp sound of the mouse loud in the dead quiet of the fourteenth floor. "it's done. the data is clean. now let go of my hand, jungwon."

jungwon didn't move. he stayed exactly where he was for a long, agonizing second, his dark eyes wide and unblinking as he tracked the tight line of your jaw. you hadn't leaned into him. you hadn't given him that ruined look he was so used to consuming from the rest of the floor.

and as you finally forced your head around to glare at him, refusing to back down, you saw the exact moment his expression shifted. the mocking smile completely vanished from his lips. his jaw tightened, his dark eyes clouding over with a ravenous frustration that made your stomach dissolve into absolute chaos. he looked entirely consumed by the fact that you were still fighting him, his chest heaving slightly as his grip on your laced fingers tightened until it hurt. you were willing to choke on your own pride before you ever gave him the compliance he wanted.

"you really aren't going to give in, are you?" he whispered, his raspy voice shaking just enough to let the dark intensity underneath slip through. he leaned in until his nose brushed against yours, his gaze dropping to your parted lips with an explicit hunger that made your knees go entirely weak in the chair. "you're going to sit here and look at me like you want to kill me, even when you're completely burning up underneath my hands."

"i told you, jungwon." you whispered back, your fingers tightening around his despite yourself, your armor cracking at the seams even as you held the wall up between you.

jungwon let out another ragged breath, his thumb digging hard into your wrist as a possessive heat bloomed across his beautiful face. "we have time anyway, y/n."

he slowly released his grip, his fingers sliding away from yours with agonizing slowness, leaving your skin tingling and entirely too cold in the sudden absence of his warmth. he picked up his jacket from the divider, throwing it back over his shoulder with that effortless fluidness. he didn't say another word. he just gave you one last, unblinking look — a silent promise wrapped in a calculated package — before turning on his heel and vanishing into the darkness of the elevator lobby. you sat there for a long time, the silence of the empty office pressing heavy against your ears.

⋆.˚˖࿔ ࣪

the weekend had been a blur of suffocating self-loathing. you had spent forty eight hours pacing your apartment, scrubbing at the wrist where his thumb had dug into your pulse, trying to wash away the phantom weight of his hand. you felt physically sickened by your own body’s betrayal. that silly, pathetic flutter your heart had given when he leaned in — it felt like a stain. you had always prided yourself on being the independent one, the girl who didn't get sucked into office politics or hollow, fleeting infatuations. you were supposed to be safe because you were invisible. but jungwon had stripped that safety away in a matter of minutes, leaving you raw, exposed, and terrified of your own hidden vulnerabilities.

you knew exactly what he was doing. you kept repeating it like a prayer to keep yourself sane: he doesn't want you. he doesn't want you. he was just a predator who hated that one specific prey wouldn't run into his trap. he was a perfectionist, and your coldness was an ugly smudge on his immaculate record of floor wide adoration.

by monday morning, the internal friction had left you entirely exhausted, the dark circles under your eyes barely hidden by makeup. the bright lights of the office hit your eyes like a physical blow. it was already buzzing with the usual post weekend energy, typing and mindless small talk filling the air. you kept your head down, your shoulders hunched as you walked to your cubicle, feeling incredibly small, like a soldier walking back into a minefield with a cardboard shield.

and then, you saw him. he was standing by the central filing cabinets, completely surrounded. he was wearing a crisp, dark navy shirt today, the sleeves rolled up to his elbows to reveal his pale forearms. he was currently leaning over to look at a folder held by jake from accounting, his hand resting heavily on his shoulder, squeezing it in a gesture that looked entirely supportive and friendly. but you watched the way jungwon’s eyes moved — sharp, analytical, tracking the supervisor who was walking past them. the second the supervisor glanced over, jungwon shifted his posture, offering a bright smile that made him look like the hardest working, most compliant employee on the entire payroll.

twenty minutes later, jungwon was at the reception desk. you watched, your heart hammering a painful rhythm against your ribs, as he leaned over the counter to speak to the new temp. his hand rested casually on the edge of her desk, his thumb making a slow, absentminded circle against the wood — the exact same gesture he had used on your knuckles friday night. the temp was completely flushed, her eyes wide as she nodded along to whatever he was whispering. you watched how he helped her carry a heavy box of promotional materials, his body intentionally brushing against hers as they walked through the narrow aisle. it made your stomach turn over in a violent wave of disgust and profound anxiety. he was doing it right in front of you. he didn't even care about hiding his promiscuity or his transactional nature anymore. in fact, it felt like he was putting on a performance specifically for your benefit. he was showing you how easily he could buy anyone on this floor, men and women alike, with a single smile or a well timed touch, using them up until they were empty and then moving on to the next.

you clutched your coffee mug so hard your knuckles turned white, a toxic mixture of anger and panic rising in your throat. you felt like you were suffocating under the weight of your own awareness. you were the only one who saw the rot beneath the golden boy facade, and the sheer isolation of that knowledge was driving you insane. you were terrified that if you kept watching the casual ease with which he dismantled people’s boundaries, the gravity of his control would eventually pull you under too.

"y/n." his voice came from directly behind your chair, low and entirely smooth. your entire body went rigid as iron and your breath trapped itself in your lungs. the sudden rush of adrenaline made your ears ring. jungwon stepped around the edge of your cubicle, holding a stack of laminated division charts. he didn't touch you, he didn't even lean over your desk. he stood just far away enough to keep up appearances for the rest of the floor, but his presence felt massive, completely blocking out the light.

he looked down at you, his dark eyes wide and entirely hollow of the warmth he had just been flashing at the marketing team. his face was a mask of perfect, professional indifference, but the sharp line of his jaw was tight. "the department head requested the updated logistics flow by noon." he said softly, his public voice neat and polite. but then, he paused, his gaze slowly dropping to your hands, watching the tiny, uncontrollable tremor in your fingers as you tried to set your coffee mug down. the corner of his mouth twitched, almost imperceptibly, with a quiet satisfaction.

he leaned in just an inch, his voice dropping into that private register that belonged only to the dark corners of the office. "did you have trouble sleeping over the weekend, y/n?"

the question was a psychological knife, twisting right into the center of your internal turmoil. he knew. he knew he had occupied your thoughts for forty eight hours. he was taunting you with the fact that even when he wasn't there, he was still successfully invading your space, still slowly breaking down your mental walls from the inside out.

you swallowed the bitter taste of panic, forcing your eyes up to meet his chin, refusing to give him the satisfaction of looking into his eyes. you drew a sharp breath, pulling your corporate wall up with every ounce of strength you had left. "i'm fine, jungwon." you whispered, your voice thinned out but completely cold, completely detached. "the logistics flow will be in the system by eleven thirty. you can check it then."

jungwon stayed perfectly still for a second, his dark eyes burning into the side of your face, analyzing the rigid posture, the tight set of your mouth, the desperate pride you were clinging to. he didn't push, he didn't need to. he just tapped the laminated charts against the edge of your divider with a quiet, hollow click. "perfect." he murmured, his raspy tone thinning back into his polite, public persona. "i'll be looking forward to seeing your work."

as he turned and walked away, immediately falling into an easy conversation with a passing manager, you let out a trembling breath, your hands shaking so badly you had to press them flat against the desk to make them stop. you were safe for now, but the suffocating realization settled deep into your chest — the game was only getting heavier, and the cost of keeping your walls up was starting to tear you apart.

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by the time the mandatory department dinner rolled around on thursday night, the tension inside your chest had turned into a living, breathing thing.

the restaurant was loud, suffocatingly warm, and thick with the heavy scent of grilled pork and cheap soju. green bottles were already multiplying across the long wooden tables like a plague. everyone was shedding their corporate skin with a sloppy speed, the supervisors shouting over the sizzle of the meat, your colleagues giggling too loudly as they mixed beer and liquor.

you sat near the end of the table, actively trying to dissolve into the background. you were drinking faster than usual. it was a stupid, dangerous mistake, but the alcohol was the only thing capable of dulling the exhausting edge of your hyper-vigilance. you just wanted to numb the looping thoughts of him, but alcohol also made your walls sluggish. and across the grill, through the rising smoke and the chaotic haze of the room, yang jungwon was putting on a masterclass.

he looked disgusting in his perfection. he had stayed sober enough to maintain his position as the table's golden savior — expertly flipping the meat for the senior manager, laughing at the supervisor’s terrible jokes, pouring drinks with a practiced tilt of his wrist. he was the perfect employee, the perfect junior colleague, distributing his easy warmth so seamlessly that the entire top end of the table was practically vibrating under his influence.

but every time he leaned back to let a manager speak, his dark eyes would cut straight through the smoke, locking onto your face. his gaze was heavy, tracking the rhythmic movement of your glass as you emptied it again and again. there was no warmth in his face when he looked at you. just that quiet, analytical hunger.

"y/n, you're being way too quiet tonight." jay from project management slid into the empty space on your left. “seriously, you're always so locked away in your cubicle." he laughed, leaning in to bump his shoulder against yours. it was a clumsy, drunken gesture, but it felt normal. "you need to hang out with us more. let me pour you another one."

"maybe i should." you giggled, the sound light and loose even to your own ears. the alcohol made you sloppy, made you want to lean into the easy comfort of someone who didn't have a hidden agenda. you picked up your small glass and held it out with both hands, giving him a bright, genuine smile. "you're right. i work too hard."

jay beamed, his eyes crinkling as he filled your glass. he let his hand linger against yours for a second too long as he set the bottle down, his arm casually settling over the back of your wooden bench, his fingers lightly brushing the fabric of your blouse. you didn't pull away. instead, you tilted your head up, laughing at a stupid joke he made about the logistics manager, completely letting your guard drop. it felt intoxicating to be normal. to prove to yourself — and to the person sitting across the grill — that you weren't trapped in his little bubble.

but across the table, the atmosphere had silently shifted. jungwon was suddenly drinking too tonight. he wasn't perfectly sober anymore. his tie was long gone, the top three buttons of his navy shirt undone, and there was a faint flush spreading across his neck and the sharp lines of his collarbone. 

it happened so fast you almost missed it. jungwon had been in the middle of nodding politely to a story the senior supervisor was telling. when you looked at him again, his entire posture was dead rigid. his jaw set so hard the muscle in his cheek twitched violently. for a terrifying second, the golden boy mask shattered completely, leaving a look of such icy malice on his face that your breath trapped itself in your throat.

he didn't make a scene. he was too smart for that. instead, he stood up smoothly, a polite, apologetic smile instantly snapping back onto his features as he addressed the supervisor. "i'll go grab a few more bottles of the premium plum wine from the front." jungwon murmured, his public voice light and accommodating. "the department head mentioned he wanted to try it."

you watched him walk away, your heart violently hammering against your ribs. you thought you were safe. you thought the distance would give you room to breathe.

but less than three minutes later, the chaotic seating arrangement of the table shifted as a group of managers left to use the restroom. when a space cleared out directly opposite you and jay, a shadow fell over the wood.

jungwon sat down. he placed three new bottles on the table with a quiet, hollow click. he didn't look at you. he focused entirely on jay, his face twisted into an expression of intense camaraderie that felt entirely too sharp to be real.

"jay." jungwon said, his voice smooth but dropping into a lower cadence that somehow cut through the noise of the restaurant. "you're taking care of our quietest team member? that's really responsible of you."

"jungwon! man, you're the best." jay cheered, completely oblivious to the danger sitting three feet away from him. he pulled his arm off your chair to reach for his glass. "i'm just telling y/n she needs to loosen up!"

"is that so?" jungwon murmured. he picked up a fresh bottle of soju, his long, pale fingers wrapping around the green glass with an unyielding grip. he leaned forward, his dark eyes locked onto jay’s face. "well, if you're going to keep her company, you have to keep up with her. let me pour you a proper drink."

what followed was a brutal, quiet execution. jungwon didn't let jay breathe. using his fake nice, attentive persona like a weapon, he continuously filled jay’s glass the exact second it touched the table, egging him on with soft compliments and subtle challenges that jay’s drunken pride couldn't refuse. jungwon was pouring double shots, mixing combinations, acting like the ultimate hype man while remaining entirely sober himself.

it was horrifyingly calculated. jungwon was weaponizing the floor compliance against jay, using his popularity to entirely dismantle the guy right in front of your face. and he was doing it with a terrifying, quiet ferocity.

within twenty minutes, jay’s head dropped heavily onto his folded arms on the table, his eyes rolling shut as he muttered an incoherent string of nonsense before completely passing out cold.

the noise of the restaurant seemed to swell around your ears, the shouting and laughter of the remaining coworkers forming a thick barrier of isolation around your corner of the table. jay was asleep on your left. the manager on your right was entirely engrossed in a loud argument about quarterly logistics.

you were left completely alone with him.

jungwon slowly set his empty glass down. the bright, helpful coworker expression vanished from his face like smoke, leaving his features cold, sharp, and ravenous. he leaned forward across the low wooden table, his chest almost touching the edge, his dark eyes wide as they pinned you to your seat.

"he touches everyone, you know?" jungwon whispered, his voice dropping into that raspy, private register that made your skin prickle. "jay. he does it in the hallways too. he's very careless with his hands."

you clutched your small soju glass, your fingers shaking so badly the clear liquid sloshed over the rim. the alcohol in your system was making your head spin, making your internal turmoil twist into something heavy and desperate. "he was just... he was just being friendly. unlike you."

jungwon let out a low laugh that didn't reach his eyes. "friendly."

before you could register his movement, his leg shifted beneath the low table. his thigh pressed firmly, violently against your knee, locking your legs together under the shadow of the thick tablecloth. the sudden heat of his body against yours sent a violent jolt of adrenaline straight down your spine. you tried to pull back, but he angled his leg, anchoring you into the wooden bench so tightly you couldn't move an inch without drawing the attention of the entire table.

"you let him touch your shoulder." jungwon murmured, his gaze dropping to your mouth, his jaw setting as his voice became thick with a suffocating jealousy. he reached his hand under the table, his long fingers wrapping firmly around your wrist, his thumb digging hard into the soft skin right over your jumping pulse. "you sat here and let a sloppy, useless drunk put his hands on you. but when i touch you, y/n... you look like you're about to lose your mind."

"let go." you breathed, a panicky whisper that was completely swallowed by the roar of the restaurant. your teeth bit into your lip, your eyes darting to the supervisor just three seats away, terrified of a scene, terrified of what would happen if anyone looked down. "jungwon, stop. someone will see."

"let them look." he whispered back, his grip on your wrist tightening until it was almost a bruise, his thumb rubbing a slow circle against your skin. his face was inches from yours now, his breath warm, smelling faintly of the plum wine. "they won't see anything. they only see what i want them to see. you know that better than anyone, y/n."

he leaned in just a fraction further, his eyes tracking the chaotic, terrified rise and fall of your chest. he was entirely consumed by his own control, entirely irritated that someone else had crossed the boundary he had marked for himself.

"i told you on friday night, y/n." he murmured, his raspy voice vibrating straight through your bones as his leg pressed harder against your knee. "we have time."

the words hung in the space between your faces, heavy with the sweet, stinging scent of plum wine and the absolute certainty of his control. your mind was screaming at you to pull away, to make a scene, to slap his hand away from your wrist. but the alcohol had turned your blood to lead, making your body feel too heavy, too responsive to the solid pressure of his thigh against your knee. you were trapped between the suffocating heat of his gaze and the hidden reality of his hands beneath the table.

"hey, jungwon! y/n! what are you two whispering about over there?" the sudden voice of the senior manager cut through the noise of the restaurant like a blunt axe. the spell didn't just break, it evaporated. before your heart could even finish its next frantic thud, the shift in jungwon was instantaneous. his fingers slid off your wrist with a terrifyingly casual slowness, his leg smoothly retracting from yours under the cover of the tablecloth. by the time you managed to look up, blinking past the dizzying fog of the soju, jungwon was already leaning back in his seat. his face had instantly transformed back into the picture of polite, boyish innocence — the dark hunger wiped clean from his eyes as if it had never been there at all.

"just making sure y/n is doing okay, sir." jungwon said, his public voice smooth, light, and perfectly pitched to carry over the chatter. he offered the manager a dimpled smile. "i think the logistics data has her a bit worn out this week. i was just offering to take over her morning reports tomorrow so she can catch her breath."

"ah, look at our jungwon! always taking care of the team." the manager cheered, raising his glass in a sloppy toast. "a true asset to the department!"

you sat there, your hand still trembling against the cold wood where his fingers had just been pinned. the unadulterated fraudulence of it made you feel physically sick. he had just systematically dismantled jay, pinned you to your seat with a terrifying display of drunken jealousy, and threatened you into absolute silence. and within three seconds, he had the entire top end of the table practically singing his praises. 

to your delight, the dinner dissolved into the chaotic logistics of departure shortly after. managers were pouring into taxis, people were laughing loudly on the sidewalk, and jay was being thrown into the back of a coworker's car, still completely dead to the world.

you stood on the pavement, the cool night air hitting your flushed skin, making the alcohol hit your head in a dizzying wave. you felt completely hollowed out, your internal walls not just cracked, but entirely reduced to ash.

you're going to sit here and look at me like you want to kill me, even when you're completely burning up underneath my hands.

his words from the cubicle, mixed with the phantom weight of his hand on your knee tonight, looped through your mind like a toxic rhythm. the worst part — the absolute most humiliating, terrifying part of the entire night — was the realization that you had burned. when his hand had tightened on your wrist, when his thigh had locked yours into the bench, a hidden part of your chest had given a shameful lurch. you hated his fake nice routines, you hated how he ruined people for his own convenience, but the raw, unfiltered gravity of his attention when the mask came off was becoming completely addictive.

you were terrified of him. but you were starting to be much more terrified of yourself.

"your taxi is here, y/n." his voice came from the shadow right beside you. jungwon had his hands slid casually into his slacks pockets, his jacket slung over his shoulder. he stepped forward, opening the door of the yellow cab for you with the textbook gallantry of a good coworker. but as you moved past him, your shoulder brushing against his chest, he didn't back up. he stayed entirely too close, his eyes locking onto yours in the dim light of the street.

"get some rest tonight." he murmured, his raspy voice dropping low enough that the driver couldn't hear. his thumb slowly traced a firm line across the leather of the car door, right next to your hip. "i'll see you in the office early tomorrow. don't be late."

you slid into the backseat without a word, your fingers curling tightly into your palms as the door clicked shut between you. as the taxi pulled away into the traffic, you looked back through the rear window. jungwon was still standing on the curb, completely alone in the yellow glow of the streetlamp, watching your car disappear with a look of absolute, calculating patience.

⋆.˚˖࿔ ࣪

the hangover wasn’t just a physical ache, it was a psychological weight that made the 6:45 am sunlight feel like an interrogation. you had deliberately arrived a full hour before the rest of the department, desperate to find a moment of absolute isolation to gather the shattered pieces of your composure. the office floor was an eerie ghost town of dark computer screens and silent corridors. the only sound was the mechanical hum of the industrial printer in the copy room at the far end of the hall. you stood in front of it, watching the updated logistics charts slide smoothly into the tray, one by one.

eleven thirty? no. you were going to leave it on his desk before the clock even struck eight. you needed to reclaim some semblance of control.

the heavy glass door of the copy room clicked, making your heart skip a painful beat. you didn’t turn around immediately, your eyes freezing on the shifting reflection in the dark glass window of the courtyard outside.

jungwon stepped into the room. he didn't rush toward you. he closed the door with a slow, deliberate click, his dark eyes instantly locking onto the back of your neck. he had already shed his suit jacket, his white dress shirt crisp and immaculate, the sleeves rolled up to his forearms with casual neatness. he looked entirely rested, completely untouched by the poison of the night before.

"you're early." he murmured. his voice was already in that register. there was no marketing team here. no senior managers. just the heavy thrum of the printer and the suffocating gravity of his presence.

"i told you it would be ready." you said, your voice tighter than you intended. you reached out to grab the stack of papers from the tray, keeping your back turned to him, desperately using the documents as a shield.

you heard the slow, measured sound of his dress shoes against the linoleum. he stopped just a step behind you. he didn't touch you yet. instead, he leaned forward slightly, his shadow completely engulfing yours as he looked over your shoulder at the printer tray. the heat radiating from his chest was immense, close enough that you could feel the faint movement of his shirt fabric against your back every time he took a breath.

"the logistics flow." jungwon mused softly, his breath ghosting over the sensitive skin behind your ear, making the tiny hairs on your arms stand up. "always so efficient, y/n. always running away into your work the moment things get too heavy."

you swallowed hard, your fingers tightening around the edge of the paper tray until your knuckles turned white. "i'm just doing my job. you can take the files and go."

"is that what you want?" he asked. the question was low, quiet, and laced with a terrifying patience. he reached out, his long fingers slowly sliding into the tray right next to yours. he didn't grab the papers. instead, the side of his index finger brushed against yours, a light, almost imperceptible contact that sent an electric jolt straight down your spine.

you flinched, trying to pull your hand back, but jungwon was faster. his hand turned, his fingers trapping your wrist against the plastic edge of the tray. he didn't squeeze. he just held you there with the weight of his palm, his thumb resting directly over your pulse point, feeling the erratic thudding of your heart.

"you're still shaking." he whispered, his tone dropping into something dark and dangerously satisfied. "just like last night. did you think the morning air would make you forget how it felt?"

you refused to turn around, keeping your face fixed on the blinking light of the copy machine, but your breathing was already turning shallow. "jungwon, stop. someone will come in. the cleaning staff-"

"the cleaning staff finished thirty minutes ago." he interrupted smoothly, his voice a calm barrier that shut out the rest of the world. he took a half step closer, his chest fully pressing into your back now, the solid weight of his body anchoring you against the counter. "we have time. i told you that, didn't i?"

he slowly let go of your wrist, but before you could draw a breath of relief, his hand moved up to your shoulder. his long fingers settled over the fabric of your blouse, his thumb tracing the exact spot where jay's hand had lingered the night before. the pressure was firm, heavy, and intensely possessive, as if he were systematically erasing anyone else's touch from your skin.

"tell me, y/n." jungwon murmured, his jaw brushing against the side of your hair as he leaned in, his voice a raspy vibration that rattled through your bones. "when you were sitting across from me last night, letting him lean into your space... were you thinking about how much harder i would touch you when we were alone?"

the question hung in the warm, enclosed air of the copy room, heavy and explicit. your heart hitched, a fractured sound escaping your throat before you could stop it. you squeezed your eyes shut, hating how instantly your body reacted to the proximity, hating the dizzying rush of heat that flooded your veins despite the icy hangover. "i wasn't thinking about you." you lied, the whisper thin and trembling against the steady hum of the printer.

jungwon let out a low hum against your neck. it wasn't a laugh, it was a sound of pure, clinical amusement. he didn't call you a liar, he didn't need to. instead, his hand slid slowly down from your shoulder, his palm tracing the rigid line of your spine through the fabric of your blazer. the movement was agonizingly gradual, every millimeter of his touch deliberate, testing your resistance, feeling the way your muscles locked tight under his hands.

when his palm reached the small of your back, he paused. he leaned his weight into you just a fraction more, the solid plane of his chest flattening completely against your shoulder blades. the sheer heat of him seemed to melt straight through your corporate layers. "you're so tense." he whispered, his lips brushing the sensitive skin right below your earlobe. you shivered violently, your hands blindly gripping the edge of the printer counter behind you. "relax for me, y/n. we aren't at the table anymore. there's no senior manager to save you this time."

his other hand came up, his long fingers sliding under your chin. he didn't force you to turn around yet. he just tilted your head back slightly, exposing the vulnerable line of your throat. his thumb stroked the soft skin right over your jumping pulse, his touch agonizingly light, a stark contrast to the crushing weight of his body pressing you into the counter. "look at the glass." he murmured softly, a quiet command.

your eyes automatically opened, flickering to the dark reflection in the courtyard window directly ahead. through the dim glass, you could see the two of you — completely tangled together in the shadow of the industrial machine. your head was tilted back against his shoulder, your face flushed and eyes wide with a desperate panic. jungwon was looking at your reflection, his dark eyes hollowed of all his polite warmth, filled instead with that sharp satisfaction. he looked entirely in control. he looked like he owned the very air you were breathing.

"see that?" jungwon whispered, his thumb moving up to trace the trembling outline of your lower lip. "this is exactly how you looked in my head all weekend. desperate. trapped. completely at my mercy." he slowly turned your face toward him, forcing you to break eye contact with the reflection and look directly at his actual features. up close, the golden boy mask was entirely gone. his jaw was set, a heavy intensity clouding his eyes as his gaze dropped to your mouth. he didn't kiss you. he just hovered there, his breath hot and shallow against your lips, letting the tension build until it felt like a physical wire snapping between you.

"jungwon." you breathed, your voice a desperate plea, though even you didn't know if you were begging him to stop or begging him to finally end the torture.

"i'm listening." he murmured, his raspy voice dropping into an even lower register as his hand slid from your chin down to the collar of your blouse, his fingers lightly brushing the exposed skin of your collarbone. "tell me what you want, y/n. tell me to stop. let me hear you say it."

“c-can’t.” you said between pants, feeling too overwhelmed by his presence to remember how to breathe properly. 

“you can’t or you won’t? come on, we both know you can. this is a safe place, y/n.” jungwon spoke in a mocking tone, his fingers trailing lower until they hooked into the top edge of your camisole, pulling the silk taut against your skin. “it’s just you and me. no one is going to walk through that door and catch you admitting it.”

the condescending arrogance in his voice hit you like a bucket of ice water. he wasn't just trying to touch you, he was trying to break you. he wanted the satisfaction of hearing you completely dismantle your own walls for his ego.

you swallowed down the panic, forcing your hands flat against his chest. you didn't lean into him. instead, you locked your elbows, pushing back against the solid weight of his frame with every ounce of strength you had left. "i can't because it's pathetic." you said, your voice cracking slightly but carrying a sudden coldness. you forced your eyes up to meet his, refusing to let him see you blink. "you're pathetic, jungwon."

the mocking smile vanished from his face instantly. his dark eyes went wide, then narrowed into two dangerous, icy slits. the absolute stillness that came over him was terrifying. "what did you say?" he murmured, his voice dropping so low it was almost entirely swallowed by the hum of the printer.

"y-you heard me." you breathed, your chest heaving against his palms, your fingers curling into the crisp cotton of his shirt as you fought to keep the distance between your faces. "you spend all week playing the perfect, golden boy coworker, but you're so deeply insecure that the second someone else touches my shoulder, you have to lock me in a room just to force yourself into my head. you didn't lock this door because you're in control. you locked it because you're terrified i'll walk right past your cubicle and not play your little game."

the silence that followed was suffocating. the air in the copy room turned completely hostile. you could feel the violent thudding of his heart beneath your palms — rapid, uneven, and entirely unmasked. you had ripped the skin right off his pride, and for a split second, you saw a flash of genuine fury in his eyes.

his hand at your collar didn't loosen. it tightened, his knuckles digging hard against your collarbone as he slammed his other hand flat on the counter directly over your papers, the heavy bang echoing off the concrete walls. he leaned his entire weight forward, completely crushing your attempt to hold him back, his chest pinning your hands right against his own sternum.

"you think you know me?" jungwon rasped, his face inches from yours, his breath ragged and hot against your mouth. the polite cadence of his voice was completely gone, replaced by a gravelly edge that made your spine freeze. "you think i'm doing this because i'm insecure?"

"let go of me." you demanded, your voice rising, your thighs straining against the solid line of his legs as he anchored you into the machine. you twisted your wrist, trying to tear yourself out of his space, but he didn't give you a single inch of air.

"i told you to say the word 'stop', y/n." he whispered, his jaw setting so hard the muscle in his cheek violently pulsed. his lips brushed against yours with a bruising friction as he spoke, his grip on your waist beneath your shirt turning tight enough to leave marks. "but you didn't say it. you used your mouth to bite at me instead, because you know exactly what happens to those neat little walls of yours the second you actually let me touch you."

your breath caught, the bruising friction of his lips leaving a stinging, electric heat behind. you wanted to spit another insult directly into his face, wanted to tear at the pristine cotton of his shirt just to force his heavy frame off yours, but the sheer physical mass of him was completely overwhelming. he was breathing heavily, his chest expanding and compressing violently against your pinned hands, forcing you to feel every single furious heartbeat.

"i don't want you touching me." you choked out, your voice dropping to a whisper as you tried to wrench your waist out of his grip. you twisted your hips, a sharp effort to break his hold, but his fingers only dug deeper into your skin. his palm slid completely beneath the hem of your shirt, his bare, burning skin making direct contact with the small of your back. the unmediated warmth made you flinch, your spine arching instinctively into his touch even as your mind screamed at you to pull away. he anchored you so firmly against the metal counter that you could feel the hard line of his thigh locking your knees together.

jungwon let out a low, rough sound from the back of his throat. the territorial anger in his eyes didn't vanish, but it shifted, darkening until his pupils practically swallowed the brown of his irises. he liked the fight. he liked that you were clawing for control, because it meant you were entirely consumed by him. "then tell me to stop." he murmured, his voice dropping into that breathless cadence that sent a terrifying ache straight down your lower stomach. he leaned his head down, his lips dragging slowly along the tense line of your jaw, down to the sensitive skin right beneath your ear. "say the word, y/n. tell me you hate this. tell me you want me to let go and go back to my desk."

you bit your lip so hard the iron taste of copper flared on your tongue again. you couldn't say it. the word was physically stuck in your throat, choking you, because deep beneath the suffocating layers of your panic and your rage, the leaden weight in your veins was turning into a pulsing heat. the absolute restriction of your corporate clothes — the tight pencil skirt restricting your movement, the stiff fabric of your blouse pinned against his chest — only made the raw reality of his bare hand on your waist feel a thousand times more scandalous.

"see?" jungwon whispered, his hot breath blooming against your skin as his teeth agonizingly grazed the soft lobe of your ear.

a violent shudder racked your entire frame, and he caught it instantly. his grip on your hip shifted, his palm sliding slowly up the curve of your ribcage, his thumb tracing the spaces between your ribs with a slow pressure that made your breathing fail completely.

"your mouth says one thing," he rasped, his nose dragging across your cheek as he pulled back just enough to look at you. "but your body is begging me not to listen to you."

"i'm not... begging you for anything." you gasped out, your hands finally curling into his shirt, using the grip to try and violently shove him back. when he didn't budge, you tried to bring your knee up, a clumsy attempt to force some space between your lower bodies.

jungwon anticipated it instantly. he shifted his weight, his heavy thigh sliding higher, crowding directly between yours under the cover of your skirt and pinning your legs completely against the lower panel of the printer. the sudden, deep pressure of his leg against the most sensitive part of you sent a violent shockwave straight up your spine.

your eyes flew open, a broken gasp tearing from your throat before you could stop it, your fingers tightening into the cotton of his shirt so hard the seams strained.

jungwon froze. his dark eyes snapped back up to yours, wide and completely wild, his own breath hitching loudly in the quiet room. the mocking arrogance was entirely dead, replaced by a raw, desperate hunger that made his features look sharper, darker, and completely undone. he looked down at your parted lips, his jaw clenching so hard the muscle violently throbbed.

"y/n." he rasped, his voice breaking on your name, the sound so private and broken it made your chest ache. his hand on your ribs slid higher, his thumb lightly brushing the underside of your breast through the silk, his touch no longer calculated, but shaking with the exact same tremor he had mocked you for just minutes ago. "look what you do to me. look at what you're making me do."

your eyes past his shoulder, completely freezing on the frosted glass pane of the door. the sheer terror of a shadow appearing out there made your entire chest lock up, your lungs refusing to expand. "jungwon, the elevator." you breathed, the words a frantic stutter against his chin. "i-i heard the chime. early shifts start at seven. someone is on the floor. let go, please, someone is going to-"

he didn’t even flinch at the mention of the corridor outside. if anything, the risk only seemed to strip away the very last of his restraint. his hand beneath your shirt slid lower, his long fingers hooking directly into the waistband of your skirt. with a slow pressure, his palm slipped completely underneath the fabric, his bare skin making direct contact with the sensitive curve of your hip. you let out a strangled gasp at the sudden touch, the sound instantly muffled as he crowded his chest harder against yours, burying his face in the crook of your neck. "let them walk in." he whispered, his voice a dark vibration that rolled straight through your skin.

his lips dragged heavily along your throat, sucking lightly at the soft skin right over your pulse point until you shivered so violently your fingers lost their grip on his shirt. your knees completely gave out, your lower body turning to lead. but you didn’t fall as the solid mass of his thigh wedged deeply between yours, riding high against your crotch under the cover of your tangled skirts. he shifted his weight, the blunt, agonizingly slow friction of his leg pressing directly into the aching center of your heat.

and then, through the heavy thrum of the printer, you heard it. the distant, rhythmic click of dress shoes on the floor down the hall. someone was walking toward the supply wing. panic flared white-hot in your stomach, a chaotic rush of adrenaline that made you violently struggle against him. you shoved your palms against his hard chest, twisting your hips in a desperate effort to tear yourself away from his leg before the footsteps could get closer. "jungwon, they're coming down the corridor.” you whimpered, your voice cracking with a very real, suffocating terror. "stop, please, the lights are on, they'll see our shadows through the glass-"

instead of pulling back, jungwon grabbed both of your wrists in a single, iron grip, forcing your hands down and pinning them flat against the cold metal counter behind your hips. you were completely exposed, your back arched over the machine, your chest heaving past your open blouse as he looked down at you with ravenous eyes. his free hand slid down from your hip, his fingers disappearing entirely beneath the hem of your skirt. the fabric hitched up past your thighs as his palm moved upward, tracing the bare skin of your inner thigh with a terrifyingly deliberate speed. you tried to lock your legs together, to bite down on the heat, but his knee pushed harder between yours, forcing you open, anchoring you so tightly against the counter that you couldn’t move a single inch.

the footsteps outside grew louder, pausing just a few meters away near the central cubicles. "jungwon, please." you cried out in a breathless plea, tears of sheer panic pricking the corners of your eyes as you stared at the door, expecting the handle to turn at any second. 

he leaned down until his lips were hovering a millimeter away from yours, catching the frantic, terrified pants breaking from your mouth. his long fingers slid past the lace edge of your underwear, his knuckles brushing against your damp skin, finding the slick, embarrassingly hot reality of how ruined you already were for him. "then don't make a sound." he murmured, his jaw clenching as his fingers slowly slid inside you, making you give a helpless lurch against his hand. his dark eyes burned into yours, completely unhinged, as he whispered into your lips. "if you breathe too loud, y/n, they're going to hear you."

the words died in your throat, instantly choked out by the agonizingly deep, slow stretch of his fingers moving inside you. a sharp tremor racked your lower body, your hips lifting off the counter in a desperate reflex to escape the overwhelming intrusion. but jungwon wouldn't let you move. his iron grip on your wrists clamped down harder against the metal, the cold surface biting into your skin while his heavy thigh pinned your knees wide apart, keeping you utterly trapped against his hand.

outside, the distinct sound of a drawer opening cut through the heavy silence of the floor. a binder was pulled out, the plastic rings clicking open, just on the other side of the thin wall. tears of sheer panic spilled over your lashes, blurring your vision as you stared at the door. your mouth parted to let out a ragged sob of fear, but jungwon immediately leaned down, sealing his lips over yours to capture the sound before it could even form. the kiss was bruising and desperate, an unyielding barrier that completely swallowed your frantic pants.

beneath your skirt, his hand began to move with an agonizingly slow, rhythmic friction. each stroke was a deliberate torture, his fingers sliding deeply into your aching heat before curling slightly, deliberately targeting the sensitive walls within you. your core clenched violently around his touch, a shameful wetness coating his knuckles as your body betrayed your terror, adapting instantly to his rhythm.

jungwon let out a shuddering breath through his nose, his forehead pressing hard against yours as he kept his mouth locked over yours. you could taste the faint hint of mint and the raw heat of his desire, his jaw working against yours as his thumb found the swollen bundle of nerves at the apex of your thighs. he pressed down firmly, moving in a tight, heavy circle that sent a devastating jolt of pure pleasure straight up your spine.

you buckled against him, your fingers spasming within his tight grip, trying to claw at the counter to find some anchor. a muffled, high pitched whimper leaked into his mouth, your chest heaving violently against his sternum as the edge of an inevitable climax began to tighten in your lower stomach. you twisted your face away from his, trying to breathe, trying to beg him to stop before you lost control entirely.

"please." you mouthed against his jaw, your voice nothing more than a silent puff of air. "jungwon, they'll hear."

the rustle of papers outside paused again. the heavy sound of a sigh carried through the quiet corridor, followed by the slow, turning scrape of dress shoes. they were moving again, their footsteps pacing closer to the copy room door this time, the shadow growing larger against the frosted glass pane.

jungwon's eyes snapped open, dark and completely wild with the illicit thrill of the risk. he didn't pull his hand back. instead, his fingers drove deeper, hooking into you with a possessive speed that made your hips violently jerk against his thigh. his mouth came right back to your ear, his teeth grazing the sensitive lobe as he whispered in a ragged tone.

"hold it in." he breathed, the words a cutting command against your wet skin. "if you make a sound right now, they're going to open this door."

the shadow on the frosted glass stopped directly in front of the entrance. the silhouette was sharp, the distinct outline of a hand reaching out toward the silver handle visible through the pane. panic turned into absolute, paralyzing ice in your veins. your eyes stretched wide, staring at the shifting metal of the handle, waiting for the distinct click of the lock to draw their attention. you wanted to vanish into the floor, wanted to claw your way out of his grip, but your body was entirely failing you.

beneath your skirt, jungwon didn't give you a single second to process the terror. his thumb pressed down with a heavy force against your core, while his fingers drove into your slick heat with a sudden, relentless pace. the friction was overwhelming, a wave of pleasure fracturing your mind completely and turning the fear into something dangerously volatile.

a suffocating sob rose from your chest, your mouth opening in a silent, desperate scream for him to stop, to let you breathe, to save you from the imminent ruin. but jungwon caught your face with his free hand, his palm clamping hard over your mouth to stifle the sound before it could leave your lips. his long fingers dug into your cheeks, forcing your head back against his shoulder as he buried his face in the crook of your neck.

you buckled violently against his palm, your hips jerking upward as the intense contraction of a climax slammed into your lower stomach. it was an agonizing, silent explosion. your core clamped down ruthlessly around his moving fingers, pulsing in tight waves that had you trembling from head to toe. the sheer intensity of it made your vision go dark at the edges, your body shaking helplessly against the hard metal counter while every single muffled gasp was completely crushed into the skin of his hand.

outside, the door handle gave a sharp, sudden rattle. someone was trying to push it open, but jungwon didn't pull back. he let out a ragged groan against your collarbone, his jaw clenching so hard the bone looked sharp as his fingers curled deeply inside you, absorbing the violent spasms of your release. his dark eyes flickered to the rattling handle, a dangerous, completely unhinged intensity clouding his features as he listened to the muffled voice outside mutter an annoyed curse about the door being jammed.

the footsteps finally turned away, the heavy sound of dress shoes retreating back down the long corridor toward the main elevators.

only when the silence of the office floor returned did jungwon slowly slide his wet fingers out from beneath your skirt. his palm remained firmly over your mouth for a few seconds longer, catching the broken pants that tore from your throat as your legs turned to water. you collapsed heavily against his chest, completely ruined, with nothing but the mechanical hum of the printer to fill the space between you.

he slowly lowered his hand from your mouth, his fingers brushing lightly against your wet lips. you immediately turned your head away, drawing in a ragged breath that trembled in your chest. the silence of the copy room returned, thick and suffocating.

you tried to smooth down your skirt with shaking hands, your fingers catching on the wrinkled fabric. the reality of what had just happened — and how close you had come to being caught — settled heavily in your stomach. a sharp knot of anxiety and resentment tightened in your throat.

"let me go." you whispered, refusing to look at him as you pushed weakly against his chest. "someone else will be here soon. the department starts filling up in ten minutes."

jungwon didn't move. he stood perfectly still, his chest expanding slowly against your palms as he looked down at you. the sharp, mocking arrogance was gone, replaced by a quiet, heavy intensity that felt far more dangerous. he looked at your flushed cheeks, your swollen lips, and the way your chest was still heaving. he was breathing heavily too, his usual immaculate composure slightly frayed, his tie shifted slightly to the side.

"you're still burning up." he murmured softly, his voice dropping into that low, raspy register. he reached out, his long fingers catching your jaw and gently but firmly turning your face back toward him. "and you're still looking at the door."

"because this is insane!" you gritted out, a tear of frustration finally slipping down your cheek. "you locked me in a copy room. anyone could have walked in. you could have ruined everything."

he didn't answer right away. he just stared at you, his dark eyes tracking the tear down your cheek before his gaze dropped back to your mouth. the silence stretched between you, heavy with everything left unsaid. there was a quiet weight to his presence, an undeniable gravity that made it impossible to truly step away even though his grip on your wrists had loosened.

slowly, his hand slid from your jaw down to the open collar of your blouse. his knuckles brushed against your collarbone, making you flinch, but you didn't pull away. your body was still humming from the release, completely sensitized, and the cool air of the room against your damp skin only made his touch feel warmer.

"i didn't ruin it." he whispered, his thumb lightly tracing the center of your lower lip. his other hand settled on your hip, his fingers digging into the fabric of your skirt, pulling your lower body back flush against his thigh. "and we aren't finished."

the quiet certainty in his voice made your heart skip a beat. you glanced at the frosted glass of the door again, the terror of being seen mixing with the pulsing ache that was already rebuilding in your lower stomach.

jungwon reached down, his fingers working efficiently at the buckle of his belt. the metallic click sounded incredibly loud in the small room. he didn't make a scene, he just looked at you with a calm, dark focus that made your knees feel weak all over again. he unzipped his slacks, his thick, rigid length freeing itself against your thigh. he hooked his hand under your knee, lifting your leg slightly to anchor it against his hip, his eyes never leaving yours as he guided himself directly against your wet opening.

"quiet, y/n." he murmured, his breath hot against your face as he leaned his weight forward. "keep your eyes on me."

he sank into you slowly, a deliberate pressure that made your eyes stretch wide as he filled you completely. a choked gasp caught in your throat, your fingers instantly digging into the hard fabric of his shoulders to keep from crying out. the stretch was immense, a burning ache that immediately sent a trembling wave of heat straight to your core.

jungwon let out a low, shaky exhale against your lips, his jaw tight as he paused, letting your tight walls adjust to the thick length of his cock. he didn't move for a long moment, simply holding you pinned against the printer, his gaze locked ruthlessly onto yours. you could see the subtle fracture in his calm facade — the way his pupils were completely dilated, the rapid pulse jumping in his neck, the sheer heat radiating from his skin.

"look at me." he whispered again, his voice a gravelly thread.

you forced yourself to keep eye contact, even as a distant telephone began to ring out in the main bullpen, a stark reminder that the office was slowly coming to life. every second he stayed inside you felt like a countdown to absolute disaster.

slowly, jungwon began to move. he pulled back just far enough to tease, before driving back in with a deep thrust that tilted your hips back against the counter. the friction was agonizingly perfect, hitting the exact spot his fingers had ruined just minutes before. your back arched instinctively, a desperate, muffled whimper escaping your lips before you could stop it.

instantly, jungwon’s hand came up, his palm pressing firmly over your mouth to stifle the sound. he didn't stop his rhythm. he kept the pace slow and bruising, his hips grinding into yours with a steady desperation that left you entirely breathless. under the cover of your hitched up skirt, the wet, sliding sound of his entry felt dangerously loud in the quiet room.

“shhhh. see how easy it was? mmh?” the vibration of his low voice hummed right against your ear, the condescending edge returning but wrapped in a breathless desperation that betrayed how deeply he was actually unraveling. you shook your head against his palm, a muffled protest dying against his skin as he drove into you again, harder this time. the blunt force of his hips bottoming out against yours made your vision blur, the intense internal friction striking a cord of pure pleasure that threatened to snap your remaining restraint.

he liked the resistance, but he liked your body's compliance even more. his fingers shifted slightly on your face, his thumb digging into the soft flesh of your cheek to keep you looking directly at him while his lower body maintained that punishing rhythm. the slick friction between your thighs was getting louder with every thrust, a scandalous sound that made your face burn with a fresh wave of shame.

outside, the distinct whine of the main printer network warming up echoed through the wall. someone had just logged into their computer at a nearby cubicle. the floor was officially waking up.

jungwon noticed it too. his eyes narrowed, a dangerous thrill flashing through his gaze as he leaned in even closer, his chest completely crushing your pinned hands against his sternum. he pulled out almost completely, a cruel, agonizingly slow withdrawal that left you feeling hollow and aching, before he slammed back in all the way to the hilt.

a loud, broken gasp was completely smothered by his hand, your hips jerking helplessly against his heavy thigh as a sudden wave of heat coiled tightly in your lower stomach.

"you're shaking." he murmured against his own palm, his breath hot and damp over your mouth as his pace finally began to quicken, losing its calculated restraint. his jaw was set so hard the muscle violently pulsed, his own breathing breaking into uneven pants against your neck. "look at you. you're so tight around me. tell me how pathetic i am now, y/n."

he didn't wait for an answer, nor did he give you the room to form one. he lifted your leg a fraction higher, anchoring you ruthlessly against his hip as his thrusts became faster, deeper, and entirely unmasked. every heavy push drove you closer to another ruinous collapse, your fingers clawing uselessly at his shoulders as you fought to keep from making a single sound that would bring the office crashing down around you.

your teeth sank directly into the meat of his palm, a desperate, vicious bite to keep from screaming as another brutal thrust hit your core. jungwon let out a gravelly hiss against your ear, but he didn't pull his hand away. if anything, the sharp pain only made his grip on your face tighten, his fingers digging into your jaw with a bruising force that kept your head pinned back against the metal machine. his hips didn't slow down for a fraction of a second, they slammed into yours with an unhinged speed that had the heavy industrial printer rattling faintly beneath your lower back.

the wet, sticky friction between your thighs was unbearable, a visual and physical ruin that made your mind spin with a sickening blend of terror and intense pleasure. outside, the heavy click of a ceramic mug hitting a desk sounded just feet away from the copy room door.

"jungwon... mmmph." you tried to speak against his skin, your words muffled into an unidentifiable whine as your hips violently buckled. you were getting too close, the coiled heat in your stomach tightening into a knot so sharp it made your knees completely lose their strength. you were going to fall apart right there, right into his hands, with half the marketing team just beyond the frosted glass.

he pulled his hand down from your mouth just a millimeter, his eyes wild and dark, entirely consumed by the sight of your ruined, weeping expression. "say it." he rasped, his voice an unraveled mess as he drove himself into you to the absolute hilt, over and over. "tell me what you want me to do before someone opens this door, y/n. tell me."

"please." you choked out, your voice a pathetic whisper, your fingers tearing at the crisp fabric of his shirt as the impending wave crashed over you. "hurry... jungwon, please, they're right outside."

a low, triumphant growl tore from the back of his throat. he didn't play the mocking gentleman anymore, he just grabbed your other thigh, completely lifting you off the counter as his thrusts became deep, blind, and ruthlessly heavy. your core clenched around him in violent contractions, a silent climax shattering your posture as you buried your face into his neck, biting his collarbone to swallow the ragged scream tearing from your lungs.

jungwon gave two more desperate shoves into your pulsing heat, his whole body locking up as a low groan escaped his lips. he buried his face in your hair, his length twitching deeply inside you as he filled you completely, his chest heaving against your crushed ribs.

the silence that followed was heavy and deafening, save for the frantic synchronicity of your breathing. he kept you lifted against him for a long moment, his body trembling slightly from the sheer force of his release as his weight anchored you firmly to the edge of the metal counter. outside, the murmur of two coworkers talking about their weekend plans drifted through the drywall, their voices casual, entirely unaware of the absolute ruin taking place just inches away.

slowly, the tension began to drain from jungwon’s rigid frame. he let out a shuddering exhale against your temple, his forehead resting heavily against yours as his grip on your thighs loosened just enough to let your heels touch the floor again. your knees immediately buckled, your legs feeling like jelly, and you had to clutch the front of his shirt just to keep your balance.

"stay still." he murmured, his voice incredibly low and rough, stripped entirely of its usual smooth cadence.

he didn't pull out of you immediately. instead, his hands slid up from your thighs to your waist, his thumbs tracing the small of your back beneath your shirt as he waited for the aftershocks of your climax to finally subside. every tiny, involuntary twitch of your inner muscles made his jaw clench, a lingering heat still humming between your lower bodies.

the internal turmoil in your chest was suffocating. you felt exposed, completely unraveled, and the sharp sting of shame was already beginning to fight its way through the fading haze of pleasure. you had begged him. you had completely dismantled your own walls and given him exactly what he wanted just because you were terrified of being caught.

"let me down." you whispered, your voice raw and completely spent, your eyes fixed strictly on the silver buttons of his vest. you couldn't bring yourself to look at his face, not with the sticky reality of what you had just done settling between your thighs.

jungwon didn't argue. with a careful shift of his weight, he slid out of you. the sudden absence of his heat made you shiver, a cold drop of moisture tracing its way down your inner thigh as the fabric of your underwear snapped back into place, damp and ruined.

he stepped back just half an inch, his fingers lingering on your hips for a split second before he reached down to fix his trousers. the click of his belt buckle sounded agonizingly permanent, signaling the immediate return of the corporate world you had both just violently stepped out of. jungwon reached around you without a word, his long fingers smoothly pressing the button on the top console of the copier. the machine came alive with a loud whir, instantly printing the remaining pages of your presentation, the rhythmic thumping of the paper tray filling the tense silence between you.

it was a clean, jarring transition back to reality. you immediately smoothed down your pencil skirt, your hands still trembling so violently that you could barely straighten the hem over your knees. you tucked your blouse back into the waistband with clumsy movements, your heart still hammering against your ribs from the sheer panic of the hallway voices. the dampness between your thighs was a humiliating reminder of what had just happened, but you forced yourself to ignore it, turning your back to him to gather the freshly printed documents from the tray.

behind you, the rustle of fabric signaled jungwon fixing his tie. when you finally turned around, the wild animal from moments ago was completely gone.

he was standing by the door, adjusting the cuffs of his pristine white shirt, his expression perfectly unreadable. his jaw was no longer clenched, his breathing had completely evened out, and the immaculate, polite golden boy facade was back in place as if it had never left. if it weren't for the slight flush lingering on his neck and the faint scent of your shared heat in the small room, you could have easily convinced yourself you imagined the whole thing. he reached for the silver handle, unlocking the door with a practiced click that felt devastatingly casual.

"the quarterly reports for the marketing team are on your desk, right?" he asked, his voice returning to that smooth, pleasant tone he used during morning meetings. there was no trace of the gravelly whisper that had just ruined you against the counter.

you swallowed the thick lump of shame in your throat, clutching the stack of papers against your chest like a shield. "yes. i'll review them before the noon briefing."

"perfect. let's make sure the formatting is correct before we present to the board." he replied, giving you a polite, professional nod.

he opened the door, stepping out into the bright, bustling corridor without a single backward glance, immediately greeting a passing manager with his charming smile. you stood alone in the dim room for a second longer, your legs still shaking, forced to step right out behind him and pretend the neat little walls of your corporate life hadn't just been completely shattered.

the transition was so seamless it made your stomach turn. you stepped out into the hallway a few paces behind him, the fluorescent lights of the main floor hitting your eyes with a punishing brightness. the office was alive now. the low hum of chatter, the sharp clacking of keyboards, and the scent of freshly brewed coffee filled the air as if the world hadn't completely shifted on its axis over the last twenty minutes.

you walked past the central cubicles, your thigh muscles tightening painfully with every step, a constant, physical reminder of his weight pinning you down. it was terrifying how normal everything looked. you could feel the damp silk of your underwear clinging to your skin, a secret weight, while jungwon walked a few meters ahead of you with a perfectly straight spine, smoothly dropping off a folder at the reception desk.

he didn't look back at you. not once.

when you reached your desk, you sat down a little too quickly, a small gasp catching in your throat as your sensitized skin made contact with the cold chair. you immediately pulled the stack of warm printer papers in front of you, staring blindly at the columns of numbers. your mind was a chaotic, spinning mess of internal noise. how is he doing that? you thought, your fingers trembling as you gripped your pen. how is he just sitting there?

across the small divider, you could see the top of his dark head as he settled into his own desk. he adjusted his monitor, clicked his mouse, and reached for his pen with the exact same calm precision he displayed every single morning.

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in the weeks that followed, the absolute silence between you became a far more brutal punishment than any of his condescending words in the copy room.

the facade didn't break. not that day, not the next, and not during the endless string of standard departmental meetings that dragged on through the middle of the month. jungwon went back to being the perfect golden boy of the floor. he passed you files with a polite, entirely blank nod. he answered your emails with professional efficiency. if your fingers accidentally brushed over a shared document during a briefing, his hand would retract instantly, his expression remaining so utterly detached you started to wonder if you had hallucinated the entire thing again.

but the physical memory of him refused to fade. every time you walked past that specific frosted glass door in the morning, your stomach would drop, a phantom warmth blooming low in your belly. you hated how your eyes automatically tracked him through the glass partition of his cubicle, how you caught yourself memorizing the slight roll of his sleeves or the sharp line of his jaw when he leaned over his desk.

you were drowning in the quiet, agonizing space he had put between you, constantly waiting for the other shoe to drop, but jungwon simply refused to acknowledge it. your biggest fear had actually come true and you couldn’t do much about it.

until a rainy tuesday three weeks later. the rest of the team had already left for a corporate dinner you had skipped, leaving the floor dark and empty save for the steady hum of the fluorescent lights above your desk. you were typing a final report, your shoulders tense, when a shadow suddenly fell across your papers.

you snapped your head up. jungwon was standing on the other side of your partition, his trench coat slung over his arm, his briefcase already in hand. he looked exactly like he did every evening — immaculate, composed, completely out of reach.

"i'm locking up the main floor." he said, his voice carrying that pleasant cadence that had kept you at a distance for twenty one days. "are you finishing up soon, y/n?"

you swallowed hard, your fingers freezing over the keys as the sheer, suffocating weight of his presence hit you all at once. the weeks of forced indifference, the stolen glances, and the burning shame of that morning in the supply closet flared hot in your chest. "i have ten minutes left." you managed to say, forcing your voice to stay even, refusing to let him see how much his simple proximity was making your pulse race. "you don't have to wait for me."

jungwon didn't move. he stood perfectly still in the dim aisle, his dark eyes fixed on your face. for a long second, the silence stretched between you, thick with the unspoken reality of what you had done against that counter.

then, very slowly, his gaze dropped to your mouth. it was the first real break in his mask in a month. his jaw clenched, the muscle in his cheek giving a sharp pulse, and the familiar, dangerous intensity flooded his eyes, clouding the brown until they looked almost entirely black. he wasn't looking at a coworker anymore. he was looking at you the exact same way he had right before he pinned your wrists to the metal.

"ten minutes." he murmured, his voice dropping into that low register that made your spine instantly freeze. he didn't step closer, and he didn't touch you, but the territorial, heavy grip of his eyes felt like a physical weight against your skin. "i'll be by the elevators." he turned and walked away before you could breathe, his dress shoes clicking sharply against the floor, leaving you trembling in the empty office with the terrifying realization that the walls you had spent weeks building hadn't actually kept anything out.

after those agonizing ten minutes quickly passed, the elevator doors slid shut with a synchronized click, leaving the two of you entirely alone in the descending steel box.

the silence was thick, pressing heavily against your eardrums as the floor numbers ticked downward. you stood in the corner, clutching the strap of your bag with white-knuckled intensity, your eyes glued to the polished metal doors. you could feel the suffocating friction of his presence just two feet away. your mind was a chaotic, spinning mess of internal noise, replaying the dark look he had just given you across your desk. did he mean it? is he going to do something? you glanced at him from beneath your lashes, your heart hammering against your ribs.

jungwon was leaning casually against the handrail, one hand slid carelessly into his trouser pocket while the other held his briefcase. his eyes were fixed on the digital display above the door, his expression completely blank, perfectly smooth, and utterly nonchalant. the raspy voice from three minutes ago might as well have belonged to a ghost. his jaw was loose, his breathing perfectly rhythmic.

a sickening knot of realization twisted sharply in your stomach. he doesn't care. the thought hit you like a physical blow, draining the residual heat from your veins and replacing it with a hollow ache. the fierce, territorial grip of his eyes back at your cubicle hadn't been a confession or a break in his mask — it was just a reflex. a passing thought. he was just playing with you, testing to see if he still had that terrifying gravity over your body, and you had shown him your absolute ruin in a single second. you had let him see how easily he could freeze you when you had vehemently swore it could never happen, while he didn't even have the decency to let his composure slip for more than a heartbeat.

the elevator chimed, the doors sliding open to reveal the dim, echoing expanse of the underground parking garage. jungwon straightened up smoothly, stepping out onto the concrete without waiting for you. his easy strides carried him toward his sleek sedan, his coat swinging slightly with the movement. he looked so effortlessly out of your reach, a pristine corporate entity who hadn't spent the last three weeks drowning in the memory of your slick heat coating his knuckles. to him, it was just another day. it was just an empty office floor.

"drive safe, y/n." he called out over his shoulder, his voice carrying that entirely detached cadence as he unlocked his car with a distant beep. he didn't look back to see your expression. he just slid into the driver's seat, closing the door with a definitive thud that echoed through the empty garage, leaving you standing under the flickering lights, completely hollowed out by his indifference.

you didn’t move until the taillights of his car disappeared up the concrete ramp, leaving the garage in a darker quiet. the bite of the underground air finally pierced through the numbness in your chest, forcing a shaky breath from your throat. you hated him. you hated him so deeply in that moment, but more than anything, you hated the pathetic way your skin still felt too tight, still humming with a desperate, unearned adrenaline just because he had looked at your mouth.

it was a game, you reminded yourself as you unlocked your own car, your fingers stiff against the steering wheel. just a power trip. you had spent three weeks thinking you were sharing a suffocating secret, drowning in the memory of his fingers, while he had probably forgotten the exact color of the underwear he had pushed aside.

the next morning, you arrived early, your spine perfectly straight, your eyes cold. you had spent the entire night rebuilding your own walls, cementing them with the raw humiliation of his easy departure.

and jungwon made it incredibly easy for you to believe the lie.

over the next two weeks, you watched him play his part with a terrifying, flawless precision. he still was the department's golden boy, the immaculate genius every higher-up adored and every intern whispered about. you sat at your desk and watched him smile charmingly at the new girl from hr, leaning just close enough to make her blush while he explained the expense report system. you heard the rumors through the office grapevine — how he had been seen leaving a lounge downtown with a senior designer from product development last friday, his jacket slung over his arm, looking effortlessly smooth.

he still was methodical. he still was calculated. he picked them apart, charmed them, used them, and then returned to his desk on monday morning without a single hair out of place. you were nothing special to him. you were just a checkbox in his sick need for control, a momentary lapse where he wanted to see if he could break the one person who didn't look at him like he hung the moon.

so you needed to stop looking. you treated him like a piece of office furniture — functional, necessary, and completely uninteresting. when he passed you files, you didn't look at his eyes. when he emailed you, you replied with one word confirmations. you forced yourself to believe you were completely over it.

but because you were the only one who actually saw past the perfect golden armor, you were the only one who noticed the tiny, almost invisible cracks.

it started with his posture. jungwon always sat perfectly straight, but lately, whenever jay came over to your desk to laugh and linger a little too long, jungwon’s broad shoulders would turn entirely rigid behind his partition. his keyboard would go dead silent. he wouldn't turn around, he wouldn't break his perfect facade, but his pen would stop clicking, hovering over his paperwork until jay finally walked away.

then came the morning briefings. he would sit at the head of the conference table, smoothly delivering metrics to the team with his usual pleasant, charming tone. everyone was captivated. but your eyes were fixed on his hands. while his voice was perfectly steady, his thumb was repeatedly tracing the silver band of his watch — a restless motion he only did when he was deeply unsettled. and once, just once, when you leaned forward to grab a printout, his eyes flickered down to your collarbone, his jaw tightening so hard the muscle violently pulsed before he smoothly transitioned to the next slide.

on friday afternoon, right before clock out, the office was buzzing with the energy of the weekend, people packing up their bags and making loud plans. jungwon was surrounded by three girls from marketing, holding court near the elevators, offering them that effortless, dimpled smile that always made them giggle. from your desk, he looked completely unbothered, entirely back to his usual routine of being the untouchable favorite.

you quietly zipped your bag, sliding your chair back to leave through the side exit, wanting to avoid the elevator crowd entirely.

as you walked past the main copy room — the very room that still made your stomach drop every time you glanced at the frosted glass — the door suddenly clicked open a fraction of an inch.

you paused, your heart skipping a beat. jungwon was inside, dropping off a stack of recycled papers. he hadn't seen you yet. he was completely alone, away from his audience, and for a split second, the charming golden boy was entirely dead. his head was down, his chest heaving in a slow breath that looked incredibly heavy. his fingers were gripping the edge of the counter so hard his knuckles were stark white. the exact spot where he had pinned your wrists.

you took a step back, your shoes scuffing lightly against the floor. jungwon’s head snapped up. through the gap in the door, his dark eyes locked onto yours. the pleasant, fake sweet mask he had been wearing at the elevators just two minutes ago was completely shattered, replaced by a hollowed out frustration that made your breath hitch. he didn't move, and he didn't say a word. you both just stood there, the heavy silence of the copy room bleeding out into the hallway, cutting straight through the distant chatter of the office.

his eyes didn't leave yours. the unhinged intensity you thought you had imagined was right there, clouding the brown of his pupils until they looked almost black. his knuckles remained white against the counter, his broad shoulders rising and falling with that same heavy breath. it was a silent confession he couldn't take back, a glaring proof that while he was out there playing the untouchable prince, he was secretly rotting in the exact same memory that had been torturing you for weeks.

he’s losing, the realization hit your chest with a dizzying jolt. he’s pretending just as hard as i am. but then, almost as quickly as it had shattered, his mask began to piece itself back together. you could see the exact moment his calculating mind took over. his fingers slowly uncurled from the edge of the counter, his spine straightening into that familiar, impeccable posture. he let out a dismissive breath through his nose, his jaw tightening into a smooth, even line as he adjusted the cuffs of his shirt.

by the time he took a step toward the doorway, it all was gone, replaced once again by the flawless colleague. "going home?" he asked, his voice sliding effortlessly back into that casual tone that made your stomach turn. he didn't lean in, and he didn't look at your mouth. he just stepped out into the hallway, pulling the copy room door shut behind him with a definitive click.

"yes." you managed to say, your voice flat, your fingers tightening around the strap of your bag. you hated how your heart was still hammering against your ribs, how your body still reacted to his proximity even when his eyes were completely blank again.

"good. enjoy the weekend, y/n." he replied, giving you an entirely standard nod that you would see him give any other staff member.

he turned on his heel and walked right back toward the elevators, smoothly slipping back into the crowd of marketing girls who were still waiting for him. as you walked away through the side exit, your chest ached with a burning confusion. he was still that same fake, dangerous boy, completely unreachable, but you were pretty sure of what you saw. the immaculate armor had a leak, and for the first time in a month, you didn’t seem to be the only one suffocating.

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you spent the entire weekend trapped in the memory of those three seconds. no matter how hard you tried to push it away — whether you were cleaning your apartment or staring blindly at the television — all you could see was the unraveled frustration in his eyes before his mask snapped back into place. it changed everything. you had spent weeks drowning in shame, convinced you were the only one broken by what had happened, while he just smoothly moved on to the next person. but now it seemed like his nonchalance was just as fake as his charming, dimpled smile.

by monday morning, the office atmosphere felt different, charged with a quiet, invisible current that only the two of you could feel. you sat at your desk, keeping your head down, but you didn't feel like a victim anymore. the dynamic had subtly shifted. when jungwon arrived, he was back to his usual routine — laughing politely at a manager's bad joke, offering a sweet, effortless greeting to the receptionist. but as he walked past your partition to get to his desk, you didn't look away this time. you kept your eyes fixed on your screen, perfectly still, letting your deliberate indifference hang in the air like a wall.

you heard the distinct slide of his briefcase hitting his desk, followed by a sudden silence. he didn't sit down right away.

for a long, tense minute, the only sound between your cubicles was the low hum of the air conditioner. you could feel his gaze burning through the small gap in the divider, heavy and demanding, practically begging you to look up and give him the validation he always took from you. but you didn't give him a single inch. you casually reached for your ceramic mug, took a slow sip of your coffee, and clicked on your email spreadsheet. the keys of his keyboard suddenly rattled under his fingers with a force that was just a fraction too aggressive for his usual methodical rhythm.

around eleven, jay strolled over to your desk, leaning his hip against the edge of your partition with a lazy grin. "hey, y/n. a few of us are grabbing lunch down at that new bistro by the plaza later. you should come. i'll even cover your dessert if you help me look over the Q2 projections afterwards."

you offered jay a genuine smile, leaning back in your chair. "sure, jay. that sounds really nice, actually. let me just finish up this report."

"perfect. it's a date, then." jay joked, giving you a playful wink before turning to leave.

the exact second jay's footsteps faded down the hall, the quiet clicking of jungwon's keyboard completely stopped. the silence from his cubicle was suffocating, thick with a sudden, icy hostility that made the hairs on your arms stand up.

a moment later, your inbox chimed with a new notification:

From: Yang Jungwon To: Y/N Subject: Q2 Presentation Formatting Please bring the physical drafts of the marketing presentation to the main archive room on B1. There are inconsistencies in the data layout that need to be corrected immediately before the afternoon briefing.

your heart gave a violent thud against your ribs. the archive room. that windowless, isolated space in the basement where almost no one went during the day. you stared at the text on your screen, your fingers freezing over your mouse as the internal turmoil flared white-hot in your chest all over again. he was pulling the strings, falling back on his authority because his perfect, fake sweet persona wasn't working on you. he was desperate to get you behind a closed door, desperate to find out if he still held that volatile gravity over your body.

you slowly printed out the sheets, the rhythmic thumping of the machine sounding like a countdown. you gathered the warm papers against your chest, your knees feeling slightly weak as you stood up, forced to walk toward the elevators and find out exactly how much further his flawless armor was going to crack.

the basement air hit you first — cool, damp, and smelling faintly of dust and old paper.

the heavy steel door of the archive room clicked shut behind you with an echoing thud that made your chest tighten. it was completely isolated down there, rows of high metal shelves stretching out under the harsh buzz of fluorescent tubes. you walked down the center aisle, the physical drafts clutched tightly against your chest like a shield, your heels clicking softly on the smooth concrete.

jungwon was already there. he was standing by a long metal sorting table at the back of the room, casually flipping through a thick folder. his suit jacket was off, draped neatly over the back of a nearby chair, and the sleeves of his crisp white shirt were rolled up to his elbows with that effortless precision. 

"you said there were inconsistencies." you said, your voice cutting through the silence. you kept it flat, professional, and entirely devoid of the breathy panic you knew he was used to extracting from you. you stepped up to the opposite side of the wide metal table, sliding the stack of papers across the cold surface between you.

jungwon didn't look up immediately. he slowly finished the line he was reading, tapped his pen against the table twice, and then finally raised his eyes.

the forced nonchalance in his gaze was breathtakingly thin, but he held it together. the pleasant, fake nice colleague was perfectly intact. "slide four." he murmured, his voice smooth, though it carried a quiet weight that felt incredibly heavy in the small room. "the formatting doesn't match the logistics ledger. we can't present sloppy work to the board."

"it's not sloppy." you replied smoothly, leaning your palms against the edge of the table, deliberately matching his unbothered posture. "jay reviewed the data layout with me last week. he said it was perfect."

the mention of his name hit the air like a live wire. jungwon’s fingers tightened around his pen for a fraction of a second, his knuckles turning pale before he relaxed his grip. he didn't snap, and he didn't raise his voice. instead, he leaned forward slightly, resting his forearms on the metal table, looking at you with a calm, analytical focus that made the hairs on the back of your neck stand up.

"jay doesn't sign off on your department's metrics." jungwon said, his tone dropping into a slightly lower register that sent a phantom shiver down your spine. "i do. if he wants to audit your work, he can do it through the proper channels. until then, i need you to align these numbers."

"i'll fix it at my desk, then." you said, reaching out to pull the papers back toward yourself, desperate to break the suffocating gravity of his presence.

but jungwon didn't let go of his side of the papers. his hand clamped down flat on the top sheet, trapping the documents against the metal. his dark eyes locked onto yours. the silence stretched between you and you could see the faint pulse jumping in his neck, the slight tightness in his jaw.

"we have an hour before the briefing, y/n." he murmured, his voice losing just a bit of its polished edge. "do it here. i need to verify it in real time."

you swallowed hard, your internal turmoil flaring white hot. you wanted to push back, wanted to call him out on his transparent power play, but the sheer, addictive thrill of having his unmasked attention kept you rooted to the spot. without breaking eye contact, you slowly pulled your laptop out of your bag, setting it on the cold metal table.

for the next ten minutes, the only sound in the archive room was the rhythmic clicking of your keyboard. you sat on a metal stool, keeping your posture rigid. jungwon remained directly across from you, ostensibly reviewing his ledger, but you could feel his eyes tracking every minor movement of your fingers, the way your collarbone shifted when you breathed, the tension in your shoulders. it was an agonizing tug of war, a silent battle of attrition to see who would fold first.

"done." you finally said, your voice sounding a little too thin in the quiet room. you pushed the laptop an inch forward. "the metrics are aligned."

jungwon closed his folder. instead of leaning over the table to look at the screen, he walked around it. every step he took felt impossibly loud. he didn't stop until he was standing right beside your stool, so close that his thigh brushed against your shoulder. his expensive scent entirely crowded out the musty smell of the basement, sending a treacherous wave of heat straight to your lower stomach. you froze, your hands resting rigidly in your lap, refusing to look up at him.

he leaned down, planting one hand on the metal table right next to your laptop, the other resting on the back of your stool, entirely caging you in. "is this what jay taught you?" jungwon murmured, his voice a mocking rasp right next to your ear. he wasn't even looking at the screen. his gaze was fixed on the side of your neck. "because the margins are still off."

"the margins are standard." you gritted out, your fingers curling into fists in your lap to keep them from trembling. the forced proximity was destroying your composure. "he actually knows how to work with the team, jungwon. unlike some people, he doesn't just use everyone around him for a power trip."

the air in the room completely stalled. jungwon let out a slow, sharp breath that fanned across your cheek. he didn't pull away. instead, he leaned in a fraction closer, the polished golden boy facade finally cracking.

"you're trying so hard, y/n." he whispered, his voice dark and utterly devoid of his usual corporate charm. "ignoring me in the hallways. sending one word emails. letting jay buy you coffee just to see if i'll react."

"i'm not trying to do anything." you shot back, finally turning your head to glare at him. it was a mistake. his face was mere inches from yours, his dark eyes completely consumed by that familiar intensity. the memory of his hand over your mouth, his hips crushing yours against the counter, suddenly screamed in the silence between you. "i just don't care about you anymore."

"liar." the word was a soft, cruel accusation. his eyes dropped to your lips, tracking the way they parted on a shaky intake of breath. his hand shifted from the back of your stool, his long fingers lightly grazing the sensitive skin at the nape of your neck beneath your hair. "you care so much it's eating you alive.”

you wanted to shove him away. you wanted to slap him. but as his thumb brushed over your pulse point, feeling the hammering rhythm of your heart, a humiliating ache bloomed in your chest. the fight drained out of you, replaced by a suffocating yearning that you had spent an entire month trying to kill.

"then stop playing games." you whispered, your voice cracking, a raw confession slipping out before you could stop it. "stop looking at me like that if you're just going to go back upstairs and pretend i don't exist. or are you just doing all this to humiliate me and keep your ego intact?"

jungwon’s jaw locked. the muscle jumped violently beneath his skin, his eyes darkening into an absolute void as he stared down at you, the agonizing space between your lips separated by nothing but a few inches of cold basement air. the silence stretched for a long second, the harsh buzz of the lights above ringing in your ears like a warning.

"my ego." he repeated, the words tearing out of his throat in a harsh whisper. "you think my ego is intact."

his hand slid from the nape of your neck, his fingers tangling violently into the roots of your hair as he forced your head back. the movement was sharp, possessive, snapping the very last thread of your composure. he stepped right between your parted knees, the metal legs of your stool scraping loudly against the concrete as he dragged you inches closer to the edge of the table.

the solid warmth of his body pressed flush against your inner thighs, sending a blinding wave of heat straight to your center. you let out a choked gasp, your hands flying up to grip the lapels of his shirt, entirely unsure if you were trying to push him away or pull him closer.

"i haven't slept a full night in a month." he breathed against your mouth, his chest heaving against yours. the immaculate, calculating golden boy was completely gone, dissolving into someone desperate, unraveled, and entirely out of control. "i sit at my desk and watch you look right through me, and it takes every single ounce of my self control not to drag you under it and remind you exactly what you sounded like choking on my fingers."

your heart was hammering so violently it physically hurt. you stared up into his dark, ruined eyes, the resentment that had protected you for weeks crumbling into dust under the sheer weight of his confession.

"you want to know why i pretend, y/n? you want to know why i walk away?" jungwon continued, his voice dropping into a venomous growl, his thumb digging bruisingly into your jawline.

a hot tear of sheer, overwhelming frustration finally broke free, tracing down your cheek. "why?" you whispered pathetically, your walls completely dismantled.

"because if i let myself drop the act," he rasped, his gaze dropping to your mouth before flickering back up, pitch black and starving. "if i let myself actually think about how slick and ruined you were for me... how perfectly you clamped down on my cock while you begged me to hurry... i wouldn't just lock you in a copy room. i would bend you over every single desk on that floor and fuck that cold attitude right out of you until you couldn't drive home."

he didn't give you a chance to breathe, let alone answer. his mouth crashed down onto yours with a devastating force. it wasn't the teasing, mocking kiss from before. it was messy, filthy, and completely starved. his lips parted yours violently, his tongue driving deep into your mouth to swallow the broken sound that tore from your throat. he tasted like black coffee and unadulterated need.

the fight instantly drained out of your muscles. your hands, which had been clenched against his chest, completely surrendered, your fingers sliding up to fist into the crisp fabric at his shoulders. you kissed him back just as desperately, your body arching into his heat, chasing the exact friction that had been torturing your memory for weeks.

a low groan vibrated deep in his chest. he let go of your hair, wrapping both of his arms tightly around your waist and physically lifting you off the stool. the papers on the table scattered onto the concrete floor as he slammed your back down onto the cold metal surface, his heavy frame immediately settling right between your legs.

"open for me." he growled against your lips, his hand already sliding ruthlessly up your thigh, pushing your skirt out of the way. "let me see if you've been aching for it as badly as i have."

his hand didn't bother with being gentle. his long fingers dragged up your inner thigh, snagging on the lace of your underwear. he hooked two fingers under the damp fabric and shoved it aside with an almost violent tug. the cool basement air hit your exposed core for a fraction of a second before his blunt fingers pressed directly against your slick heat.

a shuddering breath tore from his lungs. he let his forehead drop against your shoulder, his chest heaving as he felt exactly how ready you were for him. "fuck." he rasped, his voice vibrating against your collarbone. he slid one thick finger deep inside you, the wet, obscene sound echoing loudly in the quiet room. "you're completely soaked. you were sitting at your desk acting like i didn't exist while you were dripping wet for me, mmh?"

"jungwon-" you whimpered, your hips jerking instinctively upward to chase his hand. the humiliation of being so easily exposed was entirely drowned out by the blinding relief of finally having him touch you again.

"we have twenty minutes until the briefing." he muttered, his dark eyes snapping back up to yours, feral and unyielding. "i'm going to ruin you so badly you won't be able to look at that projector screen without shaking." he didn't waste another second. his free hand dropped to his waist, the sharp clink of his belt buckle sounding like a starting gun. he tore his zipper down, freeing his erect cock before gripping your hips with bruising force. he dragged you to the very edge of the sorting table, your lower half completely suspended off the metal as you instinctively wrapped your legs around his waist to anchor yourself.

he didn't tease. he just lined himself up, gripped your thighs tightly, and sank into you with one deep, ruthless thrust that buried him to the absolute hilt. a loud, broken scream tore from your throat, but he swallowed it instantly, his mouth crashing back down onto yours. the stretch was agonizingly perfect. the contrast of the freezing metal table biting into your shoulder blades and the burning heat of him completely filling you made your mind entirely short circuit.

he broke the kiss just to catch his breath, his jaw clenched so tight the bone looked sharp enough to cut. "fuck, y/n." he groaned, his head falling back as his hips locked against yours for a second, absorbing the suffocating grip of your inner walls. "you're so tight."

and then he started to move. there was no methodical pacing, no calculated restraint. he fucked you with a frantic, punishing desperation, his hips pulling back only to slam into you with a heavy, wet slap that echoed obscenely off the metal shelves. the heavy sorting table actually rattled under his weight, every brutal thrust driving you backward, forcing your hands to claw helplessly at the ruined fabric of his shirt.

"jungwon, p-please. it's too fast." you choked out, your vision blurring with white hot tears as the friction immediately dialed up to an unbearable intensity. your core was already so sensitized from weeks of yearning that every time he bottomed out inside of you, a violent tremor shot straight through your stomach.

"it's not fast enough." he growled, his hand sliding up to grip your throat — not hard enough to hurt, but firm enough to assert his absolute control, his thumb resting heavily over your racing pulse. he stared down at you, his immaculate hair falling messily over his forehead, his dark eyes tracking every single expression that crossed your ruined face. "let go for me. fall apart right here, before we have to go back upstairs and pretend."

you couldn't hold on even if you tried. the ticking clock, the danger of the basement door, and the overwhelming reality of him finally taking what you both wanted completely shattered your restraint. your nails dug into his forearms, a high, desperate whine leaving your lips as your internal walls began to violently contract.

"that's it." he rasped, his pace turning blind and relentless as he felt your climax begin to milk him. "take it. take all of it."

you completely broke, a ragged sob tearing from your chest as the climax rippled through you, your core clamping down on his rigid length in relentless waves. jungwon let out a deep, guttural groan, his control instantly snapping as he gave one final brutal shove before burying his face in your neck, spilling hotly deep inside you as his entire body locked up against yours.

the absolute silence of the basement returned with a deafening weight, broken only by the frantic synch of your breathing.

he stayed buried deep inside you for a heavy moment, his chest heaving against you, his pulse hammering a violent rhythm against your neck where his face was still buried. the heat radiating from his skin was staggering, a stark contrast to the freezing metal table biting into your spine. inside you, the last of his frantic twitches subsided, leaving behind a pulsing warmth that made your head spin with a sickening cocktail of euphoria and crashing panic.

ten minutes. your mind violently jolted back to the clock. we have ten minutes.

slowly, the rigid tension began to bleed out of jungwon’s frame. he let out a shuddering exhale against your skin, his forehead coming to rest heavily against your shoulder. when he finally pulled back, the physical separation felt brutal. he slid out of you with a wet friction that made your inner muscles helplessly twitch, a drop of moisture immediately coming down your inner thigh just like the first time.

the transition back to reality was instant, cold, and utterly terrifying again.

jungwon didn't say a word. he stepped back just half an inch, his long fingers lingering on your hip for a fraction of a second before he reached down to fix his clothes. you watched him through blurred vision as he pulled his sleeves back down, buttoning his cuffs with steady movements. his hair was messy, a few dark strands falling over his eyes, and a telltale flush covered his cheeks, but his expression was already shutting down. the feral man who had just pinned you to a metal table was being buried alive once again, brick by brick, right before your eyes.

"fix your skirt." he murmured, his voice incredibly low, still carrying a rough edge that he was clearly trying to smooth over. he didn't look at your face. he was looking at his watch. "we have less than ten minutes to get to the conference room."

the casual nonchalance of his tone made your stomach violently turn. you scrambled off the table, your legs shaking so violently that your heels nearly buckled the moment they hit the concrete floor. you immediately turned your back to him, your hands trembling as you tucked your blouse back into your waistband, smoothing down the wrinkled fabric of your skirt with silly, panicked movements. the sticky reality of what he had just left inside you was a burning weight between your thighs, but you obliged yourself to not think about it, desperately trying to swallow the thick lump of shame and yearning clogging your throat.

he's doing it again, you thought, your chest aching with a raw, suffocating turmoil. he just used me to vent a month of frustration, and now he's putting the mask back on.

when you forced yourself to turn around, the illusion was almost perfect. jungwon had donned his jacket, straightened his collar, and run a hand through his hair to guide it back into its immaculate style. once more, you could have convinced yourself it all had been a hallucination.

he picked up the scattered presentation slides from the floor, tapping the edge of the papers against the table to align them perfectly. "the data layout looks completely standard now." he said, his voice sliding effortlessly back into that tone he used for the board of directors. he extended the stack of papers toward you, his hand perfectly steady. "make sure you hand these to the department head as soon as we walk in."

you took the papers, your fingers brushing against his for a fraction of a second. you expected him to pull away, expected the ice — but his fingers tightened subtly over yours, pinning the pages between you for one agonizing heartbeat.

his eyes locked onto yours, pitch black and harboring a quiet promise that completely contradicted his polite posture. i'm not finished with you, his gaze whispered, loud and clear, before he smoothly let go.

"let's go." jungwon said, offering you a polite nod as he turned toward the heavy steel door. "we can't be late for the briefing."

he pushed the door open, stepping out into the hallway without a single backward glance. you stood alone in the dim archive room for one second longer, trying to steady your breath, before you stepped right out behind him — forced to walk into a crowded elevator and pretend your entire world hadn't just been ruined in the basement. 

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the briefing passed in a blinding blur. you sat three chairs down from him at the long mahogany table, your knees locked tightly together, trying to focus on the projector screen while the slow warmth of what he had left inside you cooled against your thighs. jungwon was flawless. he pointed at the data slides with his silver pen, spoke in that bright, capable way the executives loved, and didn't look at you a single time.

that afternoon was the first brick laid in a structure that would systematically hollow you out over the next four weeks. the basement hadn't been a momentary break in his mask. instead, it became the blueprint for a toxic, unspoken routine that established itself entirely through the company’s internal server. neither of you ever spoke a word about it out loud. there were no late night texts, no lingering looks, and absolutely no acknowledgment of the ruin you shared. jungwon kept the boundary line thick and visible, and you, out of a desperate, clawing need to save your own pride, matched his stride.

you learned to read the language of his casual invitations. it always started with a generic email notification flashing on your monitor. the subject lines were always pristine, completely invisible to anyone else — archival cross-reference, logistics ledger review, updated q3 formatting. but the timing was calculated with a terrifying precision. it was always 7:15 am, before the front desk receptionist clocked in, or 8:30 pm, when the main floor lights auto dimmed and the cleaning crew was still three levels above.

the locations shifted, but the suffocating friction remained the same. a vacant corporate lounge on the 14th floor, a narrow, windowless supply vault behind the server racks, the deep corner of a private office after the heavy blinds were twisted shut against the city. 

and every single time, the pattern was a torturous loop. you would walk into the designated room with your jaw clenched, your heart hammering an angry rhythm against your ribs, determined to prove you were just as detached as he was. jungwon would be waiting, looking immaculate, his expression completely blank as he gave you some casual instruction. you would pretend you didn't care. he would pretend he didn't care.

then, the air would stall. the forced nonchalance would burn away into that unhinged intensity, and he would drag you against a desk or pin you against a wall. he was filthy in the dark, using a venomous rasp to whisper things that made your blood boil with a sickening mix of shame and desperate desire. he would take everything your body pathetically yearned for, running the clock down to the absolute last second.

and the exact heartbeat his release was over, the ice returned.

he would slide out of you, fix his trousers, and adjust his silk tie in the mirror without saying a single word. by the time you stepped back out into the hallway, he would already be five paces ahead of you, his hands slid carelessly into his pockets, ready to greet a manager with a charming nod.

that was the part that was slowly driving you insane — the terrifying precision of his dual reality, and the rotting hurt it left in your chest.

during the day, you had to sit at your desk and watch him play the department's golden boy. you watched him lean over the reception desk, giving the new girls that fake sweet look that made them stammer. you heard all the gossip about who he did or did not fuck. to the rest of the world, he was pristine. you were nothing special to him, just a hidden variable in his daily schedule, a convenient way to vent his corporate frustration because you were the only one who didn't look at him like that.

you wanted to scream at him. you wanted to slap the casual, empty smile right off his face in the morning briefings. you wanted to ask him if you were just a tool, if he even remembered your name when he wasn't burying his face in your neck. but the rules of the game you had both entered meant you couldn't say a single word. to voice the hurt would mean admitting that his effortless shifts between the office prince and the private monster were breaking you. it would mean admitting that while he was just having a casual, physical release, you were drowning in him. if you showed a single crack in your composure, he would win. he would see your ruin, give you that polite, standard nod, and walk away entirely. so you swallowed the pain until it tasted like battery acid, cementing your face into the same blank indifference he wore so well.

by the end of the month, your internal mess had stretched your nerves to a breaking point. the careless act was getting heavier, the unspoken friction between your cubicles turning into an icy wall that made the entire floor feel unsafe.

it was a thursday evening, the clock creeping just past 8:45 pm. the department was dead silent, the only sound the steady drumming of rain against the floor to ceiling glass windows.

your monitor flashed white in the darkened space:

From: Yang Jungwon To: Y/N Subject: Late Invoice Discrepancy Please bring the physical Q3 budget folders to the archive room immediately for verification.

your fingers shook against the mouse. there was no discrepancy. he was just stressed from the executive board meeting he had endured that afternoon, and he wanted to use you to burn it off.

you slowly stood up, gathering the heavy folders against your chest like a shield. your knees felt weak, your blood running thick with that familiar adrenaline as you walked down the darkened hallway toward the archive room.

through the glass partition, you could see his silhouette. jungwon had his jacket off, his white shirt slightly loosened at the collar, his hands slid deep into his trouser pockets. he looked completely composed, a picture of solitary corporate elegance. you pushed the heavy door open, stepping into the room. the quiet click of the latch closing behind you sounded like a definitive thud in the silence.

jungwon didn't turn around. he let the quiet stretch between you, the casual indifference of his posture practically mocking the storm raging in your chest.

"close the door, y/n." he murmured smoothly, his side profile showing the faint, dangerous ghost of a smirk. "and lock it."

you didn't move. the plastic folders were cold against your chest, a brittle barrier between your hammering ribs and the quiet expanse of the room. your thumb hovered near the edge of the first tab, freezing. for a whole month, your hand would have already reached backward, blindly finding the lock, twisting it shut without a second thought because the pathetic craving inside you always won. but tonight, the ache in your throat felt heavier than any other ache. 

"i said," jungwon murmured, his tone dropping just a fraction, the smooth corporate tone beginning to fray at the edges as he slowly turned his head to look at you. "lock the door."

he was waiting for you to fold. he was waiting for the familiar routine to click into place — the cold glances, the sudden slam against the wall, the filthy whispers that would temporarily numb the hollow feeling in your chest. he looked so infuriatingly untouched, standing there with his sleeves rolled up, entirely confident that you would slide right into your designated role in his schedule.

"no." you said. the word was small, barely a whisper against the relentless drumming of the rain outside, but it felt like a gunshot in the dead silence of the room.

jungwon’s brows twitched, his head turning fully toward you now. his hands stayed in his pockets, his posture still maintaining that unbothered stance, but his dark eyes sharpened, tracking the slight tremor in your shoulders. "what?"

"i'm not locking it." you said, your voice growing steadier, though the raw edge of it was impossible to hide now. you walked forward, but you didn't stop close to him. you slammed the folders down on the edge of the table, the loud smack echoing off the metal shelves. "the metrics are on page twelve. if there's a discrepancy, find it yourself. i'm leaving."

you turned on your heel, your chest burning, ready to walk out before the humiliation of your own tears could fully expose you. but jungwon was faster. the casual nonchalance vanished in a heartbeat. his hand shot out of his pocket, his fingers wrapping around your wrist with a bruising grip that violently pulled you back into his space. the expensive scent of his cologne crowded your senses instantly, a suffocating reminder of every single desk, wall, and floor he had claimed you on over the last four weeks.

"what is this?" he growled, his voice dropping into that venomous rasp, his face mere inches from yours. his pupils were blown, the feral, starving frustration finally breaking through his mask. "you don't get to just walk out, y/n. you received the email. you came down here. don't start playing games now."

"i'm not playing games, jungwon!" you choked out, the resentment finally fracturing your voice as you tried to violently wrenched your wrist from his grip. he didn't budge. his fingers only tightened, pinning you against his chest until you could feel the furious thudding of his own heart. "i'm done. i can't do this anymore."

"can't do what?" he muttered, his gaze dropping to your mouth, his breathing turning shallow and ragged as he leaned in closer. his hips subtly pressed forward, trying to force your body into the familiar, addictive submission it always succumbed to. "you want this just as badly as i do. you're shaking right now. let me lock the door and-"

"no!" a hot tear finally spilled over your eyelashes, tracing a humiliating path down your cheek, and the sight of it made jungwon instantly freeze. your chest heaved, the walls you had spent a month building completely crumbling into dust right in front of him. "i can't keep pretending. i can't watch you smile at the interns in the morning, listen to them talk about who you went home with on friday, and then come down here in the dark just so you can use me to burn off your stress."

jungwon’s jaw locked, the muscle pulsing violently under his skin. his grip on your wrist didn't slacken, but he stopped pushing into you, his dark eyes staring down at your face with a jarring intensity that looked almost like panic.

"it's ruining me." you whispered, your voice cracking completely, the raw truth tasting like ash on your tongue. "you get to slide right back into your perfect little suit and walk away like nothing happened, and i'm left sitting at my desk feeling entirely hollowed out. if it's just a casual release for you, fine. find someone else. because it's breaking me, and i'm not going to let you do it anymore."

the silence that followed was suffocating, heavy with the weight of the rules you had just permanently shattered. jungwon didn't move. he didn't give you a polite nod, and he didn't let go of your wrist. he just stared at you, his chest heaving. for a fraction of a second, he looked genuinely caught off guard, but then, the tension in his jaw completely vanished. the momentary panic in his dark eyes melted away, replaced by a calculating amusement that made your stomach violently drop.

jungwon let out a low, breathless chuckle. he didn't pull you in aggressively. instead, his grip on your wrist softened, his thumb slowly stroking over the hammering rhythm of your pulse.

"ruining you." he repeated, the words rolling off his tongue with a terrifyingly casual drawl. his gaze dropped from your tear stained eyes down to your chest, watching the way you were desperately trying to catch your breath. "you're acting like i'm dragging you down here against your will, y/n. but we both know that's a lie."

"jungwon-" you tried to step back, but his hand slid smoothly from your wrist to your hip, his long fingers completely encompassing the curve of your waist, holding you in place with effortless dominance.

"you hate that i smile at the interns? you hate that i don't look at you in the boardroom?" he murmured, leaning in until his lips were hovering just an inch from your ear. his suffocating scent wrapped around you like a vice. "that's just your pride talking, because your body tells a completely different story. you say this is breaking you, but you're shaking so hard you can barely stand. i haven't even touched you properly yet, and you're already completely soaked for me, aren't you?"

a hot, humiliating flush spread across your neck. you wanted to deny it, wanted to push him and scream that he was wrong, but your core was already pulsing with that familiar heat, reacting to the sheer proximity of his body just like a trained animal.

"i'm just giving you exactly what you need." he whispered nonchalantly, his free hand reaching up to casually brush a stray lock of hair behind your ear. "because we both know you sit at that desk all day, completely distracted, crossing your legs trying to chase the friction. you need me to pull you into these dark rooms. you need me to use you like this, because nobody else is ever going to fuck you the way i do."

he took a deliberate step back, creating a cold space between you. he slid his hands back into his trouser pockets, his expression returning to that flawless, untouchable corporate mask. "so go." jungwon said smoothly, gesturing toward the heavy metal door with a slight tilt of his head. "walk out, go home. but when you're lying in bed tonight, completely unsatisfied, touching yourself to the memory of what i did to you on this exact desk last tuesday... don't send me an email tomorrow begging me to fix it. because if you walk out that door right now, i'm never touching you again."

the silence in the archive room became deafening. you stared at him, fresh tears stinging your eyes, your mind screaming at you to run. he was so utterly callous. he was stripping away every last ounce of your dignity, reducing all your emotional bleeding into a basic, pathetic physical craving. he was gaslighting you, offering you an out that he fully knew you were entirely too weak to take.

because he was right. the thought of going home, of the cold sheets, of never feeling his heavy frame press you into a desk or hearing that venomous rasp against your neck ever again, felt physically agonizing. the addiction was already too deep in your veins. you couldn't survive the withdrawal.

a pathetic sound caught in your throat. the fight completely drained out of your muscles, the resentment suffocated by that blinding, toxic yearning.

you didn't say a word. you just turned around, your legs feeling extremely weak, and walked toward the door. you didn't open the handle. instead, your trembling fingers reached out, blindly finding the deadbolt, and twisted it until the familiar click echoed through the quiet room.

behind you, jungwon let out a dark, satisfied sigh.

"good girl." he murmured, the sharp metallic sound of his belt buckle clicking open signaling the absolute end of your resistance. "now get over here and hike that skirt up."

the end ⋆.˚˖࿔ ࣪

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let him make a woman out of me

Jungwon is all porcelain skin and baby pink flush. The same flush that used to spread across his cheeks whenever you would lean too close during some talked-over movie, or when you'd catch him staring after you as you walked the short distance back to your house, just a door away. He's exactly like you remember, as perfect as those long-lost summers spent splashing in his pool and dancing under the cover of moonlight. But now, he's also so much more. All sinewy muscles and sharp lines, sharp teeth, and even sharper smiles. So perfect under you, so big.

pairings: jungwon x femreader

word count: 5.6k

warnings/tags: smut (mdni), plot with porn, best friend's younger brother, corruption, role reversal, switch jungwon, mean dom jungwon, subspace, mindbreak, rough sex, unprotected sex (not advised)

authors note: this is based off of how like, almost condescending jw gets when he baby talks lol, at least I get that vibe, he's kinda mean about it, or maybe that's the voices in my head talking. either way... umm. yeah.

works based off this one: take me

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“Yeah, I've found somewhere to work. I mean, the hours aren't the best, but that's understandable. And it's close enough that I won't have to move, I can just stay at the house.” You ramble. You know you should keep your mouth shut; innocent blabbering can very rapidly turn into something a million times more dangerous, especially with alcohol in your system to loosen your tongue. But you can’t help it.

Jungwon is pressed up against the metal railing of the upper balcony, staring you down as you chat up an acquaintance of someone's. Your mothers, or his mothers, or maybe even someone who knew your dad. Either way, it's maddening, making your heart race and your palms break out in a cold sweat that has absolutely nothing to do with the way this acquaintance is leaning closer and closer. A friendly glint to his eyes at harsh opposition to the unfriendly way he inches towards you.

And Jungwon is watching it all happen, his delicate jaw clenched sharp enough to cut, twitching — ever so slightly — when this ‘acquaintance’ you've forgotten the name of slides a rough palm up the side of your arm. 

You haven't said one word to Jungwon since the party started. But he's never been far. A protective shadow cast in all the dim overhead lights. You don't need his protection; that's not how this works. He's the younger one; if anything, you should be protecting him. Ironic, given your history.

“You're not telling me you live alone, are you? In that massive house. A pretty girl like you needs someone to keep her safe and warm. Especially when the nights turn cold. Nothing beats the heat of another person, sweetcakes. If you catch my drift.”

You fight down the urge to gag, plastering a placid grin on your face. Hoping that eventually he'll get the hint and back the fuck off. But then you feel it, a soft brush. barely noticeable if it weren't for the lighting coursing through your veins at Jungwon's incessant watching. (Not moving, not speaking, not intervening, watching.) Because this acquaintance just brushed against your breast, a lurid glint to his eyes as he stared you down. Itching to see how you would react.

“I can keep you company.”

You're made brutally aware of your surroundings. The party is raging beneath your feet. But here, on this balcony, there's no one but you, this man, and Jungwon to heat the cold maritime air. He gets braver, dismissing Jungwon as some unbothered voyeur, moving to palm your breast, suddenly turned confident by Jungwon's lack of action.

You whisper, so quiet you can't be sure he even hears. “Jungwon.”

“That's not my name, sugar, but if you want. It could be. I can be anyone you want–”

A strong hand clasps around his wrist before he makes contact with your goose-pimpled skin.

“Hey,” he starts, voice rising dangerously. 

But then he freezes.

Jungwon leans into the light, recognition flickers across your assailant's face before it contorts into a scowl. “What?” he demands.

“She's uncomfortable.”

“She can speak for herself, isn’t that right, sugar? Tell the nice man to go away, then you and I can have some–” he reaches down, palming the swell of your ass obscenely– "fun.”

It happens so fast, one moment, he’s all over you, panting lewdly into your ear as he claws into the soft flesh of your ass. Next, he’s on the floor, cradling his cheekbone. 

The man staggers to his feet, inhaling sharply. “The fuck is your problem?”

“Get out,” Jungwon warns, low and chilling to the bone. He presses forward, separating you from the man with his body.

“Who the fuck do you think you are?” the man screams. “Don’t you know who I am?”

Jungwon steps forward again. 

“All this over some whore,” he splutters. “You're as dumb as she is. I don’t get what your fucking problem is. She wanted this.”

“Get the fuck out,” Jungwon snaps, voice dangerously tense. His body coils tighter and tighter, his hands clenching into fists at his side, like he’s fighting himself to keep them down. You can’t look away. Since when has Jungwon been this big, this intimidating?

“Why should I?” the man lurches, fisting his hands into Jungwon’s collar and yanking him towards him. “Who even are you?”

Jungwon doesn't blink; just drags a hand down his face before bending to meet his eyes. “I’m Yang Jungwon. This is my fucking house, my alcohol you've been drinking, my father's company you work for, and that–” he nudges his head backwards. “That woman, not,” he shoves the man harshly, “whore. She’s mine.” 

The guy gapes at Jungwon, stumbling. “I’m… I didn’t know…”

“Get the fuck out,” Jungwon says. “Before you lose more than just your job.” 

The man is already gone, the balcony door slamming shut behind him, the only sound made for what feels like hours. 

Jungwon turns to you, his mouth open like an apology is already waiting, sitting on the tip of his tongue.

You shake your head, too deep for common sense to win the battle waging on inside you.  Your hands find his collar before he can even blink. Jungwon gulps, his adams apple pressing stark in your line of sight. You don't think, just take, as you crash your mouth to his.

Fuck…

The whole world stills, the blaring beat of the bass dampening as Jungwon moulds his mouth to yours, kissing you deep and hard. Every press of his mouth, more desperate, more punishing, echoes those two words you didn't know you had been waiting to hear.

She's mine.

Jungwon tastes like home, like sugar from the rim of one of his mother's signature cocktails, like summer mornings walking along the beach, and nights camped round the fire always roaring in his backyard. Tears flood your waterline. He tastes like your ruin.

Your back meets cool metal, your waist sparking when one of Jungwon's hands finds the tender skin. He’s crowding over you, kissing into you with a passion, a fire stoked by the screaming winds that have your head reeling, your hair flailing over the balcony's edge when he breaks away to press his warm mouth to your throbbing pulse point.

It's like he can't stay away, a truth echoed in the years you've spent orbiting around each other, never daring to inch that little bit closer, until now, until his teeth clatter painfully against yours, and you choke down the triumph brimming, threatening to boil over inside you at the reminder of his inexperience.

You break away, your eyes overcast with something you never should have let fester when Jungwon blinks down at you, tender and sweet, his pupils blown wide enough to reflect the stars shining above you, or the lights twinkling beneath you. He’s yours, yours to ruin, yours to love, finally. After all these years.

“Are you still sleeping in your old bedroom?” You muster, your voice shaky.

Jungwon nods. 

You hold out your hand, and Jungwon takes it. Pulling you softly towards the small door, nestled into a far corner of the terrace. Nothing has ever felt more right.

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You would have complained, would have made a scene with literally anyone else if they had taken this long to put the damn thing inside you. 

But you've always had a soft spot for Jungwon, and when he stared up at you with those big doe eyes of his, begging to stretch you open with his fingers for what felt like hours. You just didn't have the heart to tell him no. And you'll never admit it to him, but Jungwon was right.

It's worth it, though. The blissed out look on Jungwon's face as he inches forward, his grip on your waist tightening possessively as he sinks his cock deeper inside. An incoherent stream of half words, half whimpers falling from his mouth each centimetre he gets closer and closer to giving you everything you've ever wanted.

Even though it feels like you might tear apart any moment now. It's still so fucking perfect. You shouldn't let him know how much it hurts.  But you can't help it, Jungwon’s too fucking big, what else are you supposed to do but let out a sharp, tear-jerking cry when he finally bottoms out.

Jungwon freezes, eyes snapping to you face, leaving behind the view he was worshipping so intently just moments before. The view of your cunt stretching obscenely as he sank each inch deeper and deeper inside.

“Shit,” Jungwon whines. “I'm hurting you." But he doesn't move, just shifts his weight so he's face to face, mouth to mouth with you. You hate the sharp jolt of arousal echoing in your core as you take in how undone he looks, lording over you like this, the muscles in his arms tense, almost slipping out from under him. 

“Jungwon….” You grit out, your mind split between the sensation of him, heavy, filling you better than anyone else ever has, and your baby’s current state of distress. “Baby, calm down, and just…fuck me. Okay. I'm okay. Don't worry, baby. I'm all good,” you reassure the younger boy. The more you clench, the more alarmed he's gonna be. So you smooth his hair away from his brow and fight hard to keep your muscles lax.

But Jungwon doesn't move, just stares.

“I can't do it, Noona,” he says. “I'm gonna hurt you.”

You sigh, biting your lip when you tighten around him without thinking. “Noona-” Jungwon moans, like he's pleading with you not to move.

Leave it to Jungwon to find a way to become even more endearing than he already is, even if he’s balls deep inside you. You might have found it cute, but you're too busy choking down the guilt crawling around inside your chest. You need Jungwon to shut up and fuck you stupid. Scramble your brain so good you'll never have time to think about how wrong this is. 

(No matter how right it feels.)

What kind of a shitty person are you for fucking you best friend's kid brother? Not even that, for taking your best friend's kid brother's virginity. 

“Jungwon,” you sigh with frustration. “This is what I get for fucking you,” you mumble. “Bloody karmic retribution or something, isn’t it?” 

“Hey,” Jungwon whines. “I'm right here. I can hear you, Noona. I don't… I just don't wanna hurt you.”

Jungwon looks at you like a wounded puppy, eyes glistening with tears (or want, you can't really tell). And, the final nail in you coffin? He lets out a bruised whimper, hips stuttering sharply when he seems to remember where he is. You can tell he's struggling. His jaw is clenched. His hips rutting against your pelvis. Short burst tremors that have his tip kissing that perfectly vulnerable spot deep inside you. Every jolt of his hips has your head spinning, and Jungwon knows it, feels you tighten up around him like a vice. All it does apparently is push him closer to actually fucking crying.

Fuck, this really won't do. You have to do something.

“I know, baby,” you coo. “You know what? Let's try this another way. Okay?” You smile up at Jungwon, lifting your hands gently before twisting him onto his back.

Jungwon doesn't object, just lets you pull away with a small whine, already missing the feeling of his cock filling you.

You push him up against the headrest. You're not gonna lie, some part of you changed positions for more selfish reasons. As much as you want Jungwon to fuck you (you want it bad) and as much as you want to soothe his anxiety, ease his mind, show him he could never hurt you. 

You mainly wanted to see him like this. 

Jungwon is all porcelain skin and baby pink flush. The same flush that used to spread across his cheeks whenever you would lean too close during some talked over movie, or when you'd catch him staring after you as you walked the short distance back to your house, just a door away.

He's exactly like you remember, as perfect as those long-lost summers spent splashing in his pool and dancing under the cover of moonlight. But now, he's also so much more. All sinewy muscles and sharp lines, sharp teeth, and even sharper smiles. So perfect under you, so big.

Literally. 

You reach a hand for his cock, he's fucking soaked and stupidly pretty, covered in a taunting mix of your slick and his own precome. Jungwon moans above you, hips stuttering forward into your hand as you work it up and down his length.

“You like this, don't you?” you tease, eyes stapled to the sharp peek of Jungwon's canines as they bite down into his bottom lip. Your thumb teasing deliciously into his slit.

“Mhmm.” Jungwon shudders, the back of his head colliding with his headboard. You want so badly to mark him up, paint him pink and purple, all yours. “Obviously,” he groans.

All of a sudden, you have the urge to ask something dumb. You don't know where you pull the confidence from (you do, from hell) but you give into it without a second thought.

“Have you ever…” you start off slowly, as you lift your free hand to join the first. You don't finish the sentence, too busy clenching your thighs together as you make sense of the sight before you. Two hands, you have two fucking hands around his cock, and there's still inches of him left over. 

Oh fuck.

Danger, this is dangerous territory you're headed into, but you ignore the alarm bells going off in your head. You suppose you've already done bad enough just by being here; how much worse could it really get?

Jungwon looks down at you with a smirk, an animalistic hunger in his eyes at complete contrast to his baby face (the last bit of innocence left to his body not yet stolen away by time). 

“Have I ever what, Noona? Say it.”

You're too busy watching Jungwon's cock, watching it slide in and out of your grip, so perfect. You barely register the switch, the sharp sting to his once soft and tentative words.  

Your mouth opens without thinking. Almost like your entire body races to do as Jungwon says, tell him exactly what he wants to hear. “Do you ever think about me? Like this, when you touch yourself?”

Jungwon leans in close, warm breath dancing over your lips as he whispers slowly, voice dropping an octave, “Always.”

You shiver, the weight of that one singular word singing across your spine like a bullet. Carving you open, paralysing you. 

But then you blink and the moment passes, Jungwon drops backwards with a thud, smiling at you so softly it's almost as if you hallucinated the last 2 minutes.

You shake your head. This is Jungwon. Your Jungwon, your baby, what are you thinking? He’s not like that, mean and assertive like that, is he? He's not. You know he isn't. There's no way, only in your wildest fantasies has he ever looked at you like that.

Your past needs to be buried, as does that version of him. God, what are you even doing here? You have no right. No fucking right to touch him like this, not after all youv’e done.

You never should have come back home; you should have fought harder, fought and fought with that constant stream of impatient whines filling your head every day you inched closer and closer to graduation.

You can't be here, You’re all wrong. You’re ruining him. Staining him black and blue, bruising up his soul with every sharp twist of your fist. Because now that you have him, now you finally have him for real. He's never gonna want anyone else; You won't let him. He belongs to you. 

You lift in a daze, thighs parting as you seat youself in Jungwon's lap. Exactly like you’ve imagined so many times before.

All of a sudden, it's like nothing else matters, nothing but this moment, because this Jungwon, eyes blown wide and glimmering with soft fire as he watches you tease his cock into your awaiting hole, he's the Jungwon you’ve been waiting for. 

Except now you’re done with all the waiting, all those charged glances, all those wordless promises. You’re done, now you’re going to take, and take, and take. Until the only thing Jungwon will ever think of, the only person he sees when he reaches that sweet release, is you.

You start of gentle, fucking youself onto his cock in short little bursts, taking a little more inside with each downward pass. The stretch is a little bitch, you’ve never had someone as big as Jungwon before, and you’re not even sure you can take him. You might split open before he even sinks in halfway.

But you do it. Back arched, nails digging into his thighs, muscular and lithe instead of soft and plush like yours. God, the difference between your bodies, the contrast, the way his shadow looms over you. So big. You have half a mind not to pull off, pull him into you arms and hug him tight. Tight enough he shrinks back into the little devil you tutored so many moons ago.

But you can't do any of that, you’re completely mute. Wordless at the sheer agony, the pleasure riding along your flaccid limbs as you gently start to rock youself in a slow rhythm.

Jungwon's fingers find your clit. Those long digits of his pressing so perfectly against you. All hell breaks loose. You can't contain youself anymore, any attempts at normality, the cool level-headedness you tried to keep falls away from you in waves.

You’re crying out, moaning and writhing in Jungwon's tender hold. As your legs shake. 

Not that he's doing any better. But something is brewing under his eyes, something sinister, and the noises he's making. God, those noises. They used to be pretty and whiny, borderline almost high-pitched. But now they've dropped to the underworld. Low and guttural as he stares down at your pussy, at the white ring of slick coating the base of his cock as you fuck youself so prettily.

No, that's not where his eyes are locked, you realise with bated breath. It's higher. Up and up, and up. To the obscene bulge in your soft lower abdomen. The visible proof of his cock, pulsing inside you. Fucking in and out. down then up, again and again and again.

The moan you let out at the sight is downright pornographic. And Jungwon… Jungwon snaps.

· · ─ ·✶· ─ · ·

He reaches forward. Lifting his hand from your dripping sex and pressing it firmly into your abdomen. “Fuck,” he groans. “Look at you. Taking my cock so well.” He lets out a satisfied noise, one that has your blood curdling before he plants his feet on the bed, nails digging into your hipbone as he all but crashes into you, thrusting upwards desperately as he teases his fingers along the proof of his conquest. His prize.

You gasp, something broken as he fucks into you so rough. Jungwon feels the bulge in your stomach, the skin stretching and relaxing every sharp snap of his hips. For a little while you’re dazed, letting Jungwon use you like a fucking doll (his doll, all his), but after a minute, you pull you hands from behind you, plant your small palms on his chest, and start to match his rhythm.

And god was it everything he dreamt of. You’re so small like this, so beautiful. His Noona, finally where you belong, head lolling back, face strewn with unspeakable pleasure as you bounce on his cock. Mirroring his brutal pace with every sharp drop of your hips. 

Jungwon started, and now he just can't stop. All he's ever wanted to say to you, every dirty depraved fantasy he's had of you from before he even became a man, before he became someone who could treat you like you deserve. They all come spewing out. Like the dams burst, and there's nothing to stop his filth from flooding this room.

“So perfect, so fucking tight. Wanted to fuck you stupid like this for so long.” 

You nod.

“And here you are, dumb on my cock, fucking yourself so messily cause you just can't get enough, can you?”

“Uh-huh,” you whine. “Jungwon… Jungwon please…”

“You like this, don't you?” Jungwon teases, mocking your cute attempt to baby him earlier. God, it's been so fucking satisfying, watching the light shift in your eyes as you slowly came to terms with the harsh reality. Jungwon wasn't sixteen anymore, with his hands stuffed under his swim shorts, fingers sticky and wet as he imagined pinning you down, fucking into your tight heat as you screamed his name like you were born to do.

“Bet you didn't expect this, did you, Noona?” he smirks. “I'm not a baby anymore, you should have known better than to think I would just sit back and let you have your fun.”

He was a man now, someone who was capable of loving you like you deserve, fucking you like the little slut you are, the cock hungry brat who all but begged with your eyes, moaning under your breath every time he pressed too close, every time he brushed against you ‘innocently’ this past week. Letting you feel out what he's become. Feel the man he's molded himself into. All for you. For the day you came crawling back to him.

And crawl you have.

“That's not how this works. You're mine. You don't get to decide, you don't get to make demands, you don't even get to cum. Not until I tell you to, not until you beg.”

You’re gone, legs locking up, mouth trembling, the barest glint of saliva dribbling down your chin as Jungwon grasps your hips with both hands, moaning under his breath as he watches your small frame dwarf under the size of his hands.

“‘Have I ever thought about you?’, ‘Do I touch myself thinking about you?’ Gods, you're so pathetic, Noona. What did you expect me to say? No?”

You shake you head, dazed. 

Jungwon snaps; he lurches forward. Flipping you onto you back, he doesn't waste a single second, pulling all the way out, you clench around him so tight he almost sees white, begging him not to leave, before he thrusts back in, hard. You make a delicious noise, half moan, half scream, your body jostling just that little bit further up the bed with each punishing drill of his hips.

It's fucking sick, so wrong and lewd, but Jungwon has never loved anything more. For a little while, you both stay silent, only the slick sounds of him carving himself deeper and deeper inside his girl, the wet slap of his hips against yours filling the room. 

Fuck, everything smells like sex and you and filth. His entire bedroom is coated in a thin sheen of your brilliance as you arch into him, your legs locking, heels digging into the small of his back.

You’re getting close, he can tell. So he slows. Forcing himself to hold back. 

You’re reaction is immediate; you whine like he stole something from you, your fingernails clawing deep, carving shallow crescents into the taught muscles of his shoulders.Jungwon noses along your neck, teasing the sensitive skin, and you do cry then, frail and flimsy when he angles his hips that little bit askew, missing that tender spot he's already mapped to memory by a fraction.

He can't let you cum, not yet; you don’t deserve it.

“Poor baby,” he coos. “You don't like that do you? Can't take being teased?”

You’re coherent enough to form words, your eyes tearlogged and blown wide when he pulls away from your neck to take you in. Fuck, you’re so fucking gorgeous, everything he’s ever fucking wanted splayed out under him, your cheeks flushed, mouthing at your bottom lip like you’re tryna keep youself from saying something you shouldn't.

Jungwon can't recount the number of times he imagined this exact scenario. He spent more than one night peering into your window, past blinds you refused to shut, or past the never fully closed bathroom door you just had to leave open, just that little bit, all to fuck with his head that tiny bit more.

And now what? Now you couldn't take it? You spent years slowly, so fucking slowly chipping away at his restraint like it was the easiest thing in the world, easier than breathing. And now, Jungwon's gonna make sure you taste every ounce of agony he pent up. 

“You think I didn't hear you? How desperate you were back then, 18 years old, fucking yourself open, Desperate to stop me from hearing how dirty you were, how fucking filthy you got when you moaned my name.”

You tense like he struck you, your eyes blown wide, mouth agape around words he doesn’t let you speak.

“You wanted me to see you. You can pretend, you can fake innocence, Noona. But I know you.”

You break, hot tears falling from your eyes like a waterfall. You shake. Your head turns this way and the other as Jungwon continues to thrust into you. Not stilling for a single moment.

“You would laugh at my jokes, stop by my lessons on your way to yours. Pack me lunches because you knew I hated the new school menu. You played your games, had your fun as though I couldn't see right through your window every night. As if I wasn't watching your show, your little performance every fucking time.”

You’re close, Jungwon can feel it in how you clench around him. Messy and desperate, forcing wet globs of slick onto his cock as he uses you like a doll, fucking into you as he damn well pleases.

“Then you left me. Not even a goodbye before you disappeared across the country.” 

Jungwon freezes, right on the cusp of your release; he can taste it. He stays like that, skin to skin, hips to hips, your legs quivering, digging into his back like you could somehow get him deeper. “Jungwon… please, Jungwon. I'm close. Please, Jungwon, I wanna come. please.”

“No.”

“Please,” you sob. “I'm begging you, please. I need it so bad. Please, Jungwon. I'm sorry, I'm sorry for leaving you. I'm sorry for not telling you. I'm sorry for everything… all of it. I'll make it up to you. I swear. Just please, please–”

“Stop fucking crying and admit it. You're mine.” 

You stare up at him, your eyes glistening. 

He tries again, “Say it.”

You nod, defeat splintering your irises. “I'm yours.”

Nothing compares to the sheer rush of triumph that surges through his veins, he pulls out, ignoring your broken mewl of protest before his hands are firm around your waist, flipping you onto your stomach.

Fuck, you’re so fucking pretty like this, teardrops logged in your waterline, your face smushed against the mattress, eyes squeezing shut as you arch back, lifting you hips unconsciously or consciously, he has no fucking clue. Either way. Jungwon wants, so he takes. Pushing the blunt head of his cock right against your weeping entrance, he loves this, loves watching you mould around him, feeling the resistance of your tight little cunt give way as he forces himself deeper inside. 

It's pure undulated bliss, you still, your hips pushed so far back your spine might snap like a fucking bowstring, but Jungwon doesn't care, he only feels the rhythmic pulsing of your cunt fluttering around him, edging him on, pleading with him to move.  He's sheathed to the hilt, pubic bone pressed flush to your ass, his hand dancing up that soft, delicate ridge in your back to meet the mess of dark brown hair painting his bedsheets.

“How many guys have you had like this?” he teases.

“I… they weren't you,” you cry. Broken in all ways, forever his to chip and scar. “Please, Jungwon, please. I'm yours, I've always been yours. No one else matters, I swear it.”

“Hmm, I guess I’ll have to make sure of that somehow, make you mine forever, is that what you want?”

You nod, the jerky movement travelling right along the curve of your spine and all the way to his ribcage, to his heart, nestled inside the ivory claws and beating to the rhythm of your name. “Use your words,” he seethes, gritting his teeth when you clench around him. Hard. “Say you want it, say you want me to ruin you for anyone else.”

“Please,” Youu manage to croak out, your voice trembling. And Jungwon is a giving man, he always has been, so he rolls his hips, pulling out the furthest he can, before sinking back in, slow, mean, making you feel the drag of his cock inside you, spearing you open, moulding you to his every inch as he nestles deep where he’s always belonged. You moan when he bottoms out, something so tender and loving that Jungwon presses on your cheek with his palm. You stare at him through his splayed out fingers. And Jungwon gives in one last time,

He fucks you hard. Not too fast, not too slow, just fucking right to have his bedframe jolting dangerously against the crystalline glass behind it. Just well enough to have your fingertips clawing into his bedsheets as wave after wave of pleasure rolls over you, like the crashing tide splitting to pieces on the jagged rocks beneath his windowsill.

It’s a claiming of every kind, brutal and rough, like he’s always dreamed of taking you. You race towards your undoing, and Jungwon does nothing to halt you. Just leans over, his warm breath caressing your ear, and whispers, “Come.”

Your entire body locks up, your heartbeat racing so fast he can taste it as he mouths at your neck, warm and messy and fucked out cause you clench around him so hard Jungwon is sure he sees stars. It isn’t long before he tumbles over the edge too, spilling inside you for the first time from hundreds more. Jungwon deflates, boneless and spent. He buries his head in the little space between your neck and shoulder, kissing light and soft over sticky skin whilst you pant beneath him. Fuck, he just can’t help himself. He rocks his hips ever so slightly, groaning under his breath when he feels the slick mix of your cum ooze a little from your stuffed cunt. 

You fucking love it, cause you gasp, breathelss and so fucking sweet that Jungwon just has to take that little bit more, worm his hand between silk sheets and supple skin till he’s dancing fast, tight circles around you clit. 

“That’s it, Noona,” he coos. “That’s it, just one more. Gimme one more, then we’re done. Okay.”

You’re broken, overstimulated and spent to the brink of heaven and back that you just mewl. Soft and saccharine, perfect. He feels it before he knows it, the telltale rush of wetness gushing around his cock he just knows he’s fast become addicted to. 

You stay like that for a while, Your delicate pants softening and smoothening till you slip into a light daze, toeing that line between alertness and sleep that makes him extra cautious as he pulls out for good. Careful not to rouse you from your shallow slumber. 

He reaches blindly for his phone, sitting back on his heels and surveying the beauty before him. He thumbs at your entrance, just a little bit, just enough to feel his spent coat his finger, you’re fucked out, pretty hole already twitching like you’re begging him to slip inside again. But he can’t. He has to take care of you now; you’re his responsibility. Forever. 

But that doesn’t stop him from snapping a couple of photos or from lingering by his nightstand on his way to the bathroom. His hand ghosting the top shelf, towards the little velvet box staring back at him.

Soon, he thinks. Not yet, but soon.

You’re awake when he makes it back to his bedroom, serene and stoic, sitting on the edge of his mattress, glowing in the soft light of the moon. If Jungwon could remember one moment forever, it would be this one, your hair falling over your breasts, his cum warming your womb, his marks littering your soft ivory skin.

“Baby,” you say, and Jungwon startles, leaning off the doorframe and stepping into his bedroom for good. 

Jungwon can’t find the right words, the right things to say to you to cover the irreparable chasm he might have ripped between you for good.

“Where did you learn this?” You laugh. Jungwon shrugs, pulling his shirt over your head and pushing you back against the mattress. 

“I said I was gonna be good for you, I meant it.”

“Yeah?” You quirk a brow, sighing when he wipes gently between your legs with a damp towel. Jungwon kisses beneath your belly button, over your clit, before he teases between your folds one last time, his tongue dancing just deep enough to taste before he moves back for good, pulling his shirt down and crawling into his bed behind you. 

“I love you,” he whispers into the mere atoms between you. “Just in case I haven’t made that clear.”

A beat passes. “I love you too.” 

“Even if I was really mean,” he asks, hoping you can't hear the agony beating at his heart, he never wants to hurt you, ever, he just. You just mean so much to him, and sometimes he just gets carried away. 

You say something then, something he'll never forget. “Especially cause you were mean. I always knew you had it in you.”

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taglist :) @gardenwonn

[crippilingdeppresion]

do you think of me too?

“Huh…” Jungwon's eyes are locked on your hand, on the finger you press to your mouth. You lick your lip, rubbing the pad of your finger over the wet seam. And shit, when you look back at Jungwon, he’s a little dazed. You wrap your fingers around his wrist bone. “I’ll give you half an hour,” you start, inspecting the veins webbing up his nimble fingers. He doesn’t pull away. “If you get more than 73% on a random quiz of my choosing. I’ll give you something.” “That’s an A grade—” He protests, but it's weak. You don’t know why you do it. Where the confidence comes from. But you do it anyway. You press your cheek into his warm palm, staring up at him through lowered lashes, and whisper, “I’ll suck you off.”

pairings: jungwon x femreader

word count: 4k

warnings/tags: smut (mdni), porn with plot, mean dom jungwon, threats of violence, dubcon, but reader wants it, brat reader, provokes Jungwon (hehehehe), oral sex (m recieving), kissing, masturbation, popular Jungwon, nerdy reader, tutor x football player, set in the UK, secret relationship, playboy Jungwon

author's note: heeyyyy, this is another post out of order. based on the world 'home's not home unless you're there'. this is set before they get together, if you want, you can read that one first, but you don’t have to. as always, comments, reblogs and likes are always appreciated. enjoy 😉

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“Stop staring at me like that.” Jungwon startles, tearing his eyes from your lips. Time freezes when he meets your gaze. The clock ticks above, his fingertips drum against the table, mixing to fray whatever dwindling patience you have left for his stupid games.

“Like what?” he says, raising his brows. You open your mouth, close it, open it again.

“Just forget it,” you mumble, but you're blushing, the tips of your ears shaded crimson. This is what Jungwon does to you, plucks the words straight from your mouth and lords them over you with nothing more than a knowing smirk. You know there's no use fighting what will always end up a losing battle, so you pick what scraps of your self-esteem you can from the floor and pretend as if nothing happened. “What about this one?”

Your fingertips dance across the page, casting a faint shadow beneath the yellow light of your desk lamp. It’s late, way past the two and a half hours he was supposed to spend over. Still, your parents aren't gonna be back till Sunday evening, and there's something about the smell of him, soft and citrus, but undeniably heavy and masculine, that has all your self-control loosening. What’s so bad about letting him stay?

“Its inspiration,” he quips. He leans closer, so close you can count the hairs on his lower lash line. Your heart skips a beat. “The mechanism of breathing, the diaphragm drops and your external intercostal muscles contract. Increasing the volume of the chest cavity. Light work.” He grins.

You kiss your teeth, grimacing. That wipes the smile from his face; he lurches for the textbook. “Use your brain.” You pull the book to your body, ignoring the way his leg, from thigh to knee, presses flush against your own in the short tussle. “You must have one somewhere.”

“That's not fair.”

“Not fair?” The hypocrisy of it all smacks you in the face. It’s ridiculous for him to sit here, in your bedroom, acting like he isn’t fucking with you just to prove he can. ”Wasting my time isn’t fair. If you spent even half the time you do looking down my shirt actually trying to learn something, maybe it’d stick.”

“Maybe if I had some kind of incentive, I’d do better,” he shoots back, not missing a beat.

Something treacherous blooms deep in your stomach.

“Huh…” Jungwon’s eyes are locked on your hand, on the finger you press to your mouth. You lick your lip, rubbing the pad of your finger over the wet seam. And shit, when you look back at Jungwon, he’s a little dazed.

You wrap your fingers around his wrist bone. “I’ll give you half an hour,” you start, inspecting the veins webbing up his nimble fingers. He doesn’t pull away. “If you get more than 73% on a random quiz of my choosing. I’ll give you something.”

“That’s an A grade—” He protests, but it's weak.

You don’t know why you do it. Where the confidence comes from. But you do it anyway. You press your cheek into his warm palm, staring up at him through lowered lashes, and whisper, “I’ll suck you off.”

Jungwon thumbs at your bottom lip, you taste salt, probably sweat or something equally addictive when he pushes into your mouth without resistance. “Say swear,” he mutters, serious and charged.

You suck, just a tiny bit, eyes glued to his, before nodding. Jungwon pulls back after a messy beat of letting your warm tongue kiss the underside of his thumb, his nail nipping your palate. He smears your own spit on your cupid’s bow, fascinated by how it sheens in the low amber light.

He swallows hard, and your eyes trail the bob of his Adam’s apple. “Get out,” he whispers. He’s shaken, just a little bit, and you feel triumphant. His finger flicks the edge of the page, and he hands you his phone without so much as a blink in your direction. Like it hurts to look at you.

Victorious isn’t the right word for the heady rush thrumming in your veins.

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Jungwon doesn’t push, just peers over your shoulder as you await the confirmation you know is coming.

Your cracked blue calculator rattles against your desk. Jungwon is a live pulse of heat beside you, burning into your flank. You’ve never been more aware of someone before, or of yourself, of the wetness pooling traitorously into brand new, soft cream lace.

14 you enter, divided by 19. Times a hundred.

Jungwon sucks in a harsh breath beside you.

It’s the first time in four years that the hunk of plastic has ever betrayed you.

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“I’m not gonna force you, don’t look all sad and shit, relax,” Jungwon says. It goes in one ear and out the other. You’ve wanted Jungwon since the first day he transferred, since you watched him, muddy boots and wet hair, dancing around the pitch with a grace, a power, you’d never felt before in your life.

Football has always been hot; it's a basic science. Tall, athletic boys, all sweaty and bruised, what isn’t there to love? But Jungwon, Jungwon came alive every twist and turn he made with the ball glued to his feet, he’s fucking magic. And everyone knows it.

You aren’t anything special, the quiet girl who sits at the back of class, always staring, never speaking, almost shitting herself when he pulled you aside a couple of months back and asked for your help.

“Of course,” you whispered, so quiet he had to lean all up close and personal to hear. The pink that spread all the way from your ears and down your neck was mortifying. But that wasn’t the worst part, no. Jungwon revelled in your infatuation. The way he tugged on your sleeve, pulling you between the embrace of his parted legs, perched all coy on the table in front of yours like he fucking owned it. You knew then, staring up at him, vulnerable and nervous.

Jungwon was a monster, used to doing whatever he had to get whatever his black heart desired.

And you loved it. To you, Jungwon was one in a million, a shining star you stumbled upon like a pot of gold, buried under dirt and grime at the end of a rainbow. To him, you were just another face, adoring, willing to do anything.

Even now, whatever’s happening is more for you than it ever will be for him, and he knows it.

“Just–” he sighs, tugging you across his lap. Then he’s kissing you, one arm tightening around your waist, the other keeping your head still. It’s barely even anything, short and chaste, but your heart rips open all the same. You don’t know who pulls away, you hate it, fingers wrought tight in his soft hoodie, then you remember yourself.

“Better?”

You nod, lips stinging.

“I need more than that, say it, or else, this” —he gestures between the two of you—” can’t happen.”

You don’t wanna think about what ‘this’ might be, so you swallow around the lump in your throat and say, “I want it, I wouldn’t have offered otherwise.”

“Good.” He smiles, it hits you how unabashed it is, little hiding behind his slightly crooked teeth, but honest sincerity.

Everything shifts when he presses your palm between his legs.

“Feel that?”

You do, you squeeze softly around the thickness beneath his sweats, his breath hitches, and he throbs in your hand. “Have… have you been hard this whole time?”

Jungwon nods, his strong hand pressed over yours, guiding you to a subtle rhythm. You flush, feeling up the wet patch of precome seeping into the grey cotton. Hesitantly, you dig your finger a little into his covered slit, and he whimpers, fucking whimpers into your hair. “Mhmm, just like that, baby.” He kisses your throat, featherlight and damning. Your fingers tighten on his shoulder. “Just like that.”

Shaky confidence funnels through your veins, Jungwon abandons your hand to thumb teasingly at the metal button of your too-tight jeans, and you reach under his waistband. Fuck, he feels so much better like this, skin to skin, you smear the mess leaking from his tip all over his length, aiding every cramped drag of your fist up and down.

You wanna see him.

You sink to your knees, not all that gracefully, but who cares, cause Jungwon is ruined, his short hair tousled desperately over his browbone. Free hand massaging the back of his neck as he squeezes the base of his cock through his trousers. There’s fire brimming in his irises as he stares and stares at your face. You taste ash on your tongue when you say, “I’ve never…”

“It’s okay, baby, take all the time you need.”

And you do, leaning forward to push his shirt up, you kiss the taut muscle of his abdomen. He smells stronger like this, richer. And you greedily inhale before peppering sticky kisses all the way down to his tousled waistband.

Jungwon just watches, lifting his hips a little to aid when you yank down both his sweats and boxers in one fell swoop.

Your mouth goes dry, his cock slapping up against the exposed skin of your stomach. He’s pretty, stupid pretty. Oozing sticky liquid, flushed, thick, and way too fucking big to fit inside your mouth, but you owe him.

(And you owe it to yourself to enjoy this.)

Your hand closes around him again, just holding, thumb idly dragging along a stark vein in the underside of his shaft. He hisses through his teeth, air whistling sharply when you ghost your mouth open, “Good girl,” he mumbles, and your vision pulses white.

The first lick is hesitant, salty and something else, something distinctly Jungwon bleeding over your taste buds. “Look at me,” he urges, sharp for the first time. Something faint clicks into place inside you, an insidious urge you choke on when you meet his eyes, closing your mouth around his head for good and sucking, pure instinct driving your actions as your lips purse and your tongue suckles. Steady blinking up at him whilst he comes undone.

You're doing this to him, and by god does it make you feel powerful.

The emptiness is stark when you unscrew your lips with a lewd, echoing pop. Jungwon digs his fingers into the back of your head, and you gulp before opening your mouth and descending on him again. It’s slow and clumsily eager. Your eyes glued to his, Inch after inch of his heavy-weight boring deeper as you gently coax him further, until, eventually, the slick sounds of your mouth halt, your nose teasing over his pelvis.

“Good fucking girl,” he says, the words whistling through clenched teeth when you jerk forward to take him impossibly deeper. He huffs, fingers smoothing across your scalp when you gag, just the slightest bit. “Careful,” he coos. “Take it slow, breathe from your nose.”

You do, staring up at him through wet lashes, mouth stuffed with his cock, you hate how much you love it. Your eyes flutter shut, and you breathe in, once, a long, drawn-out inhale that has the thick musk of him, that sharp addictive flavour already seeping into your palette, filling your nostrils.

He curses, sharp. His heavy length pulsing in your mouth as you lick the bottom softly, tryna make sense of everything. He lets you, his hand pressing into your head, holding you steady, almost affectionate, except you don’t humour that thought for long. Instead, you suck, hollowing your cheeks and making a messy noise that has him smirking.

Jungwon still waits, more patient than you ever expected him to be. But he sighs, soft and fucking addictive when you pull back a little, before settling into a gentle rhythm, bobbing your head as well as you can.

The polished wood beneath your knees is cold, your hands burning hot, one wrapped behind his knee, and the other splaying over the tight muscle of his abdomen. You must be doing something right, though, cause Jungwon is shockingly vocal, something you only thought existed in sleazy porn. But apparently not, cause he’s cursing, whining and whimpering above you. Hips spasming like he’s trying to keep from fucking forward.

You don't hate the idea, you realise. As much as you love the weight of him on your tongue. The bruised noises he makes whenever you pull back enough to suck messily around his flushed tip. You might be ready for more.

Hilariously, Jungwon looks vexed when you sit back on your heels, eyebrows bunched, lips pursed in a thin line as he watches your head collide with the edge of your desk. You finally break eye contact, staring down at his cock, one of his hands lazily starting to pump, already trying to make up for the loss of your warm, willing mouth. It’s your turn to smirk, “Wanna fuck my throat?”

Jungwon flushes, his cock twitches in his pretty hand like it has a mind of its own.

“I’ll take that as a yes,” you muse, but you don’t do anything, just stare up at him all soft and docile. Fuck, he likes that, his eyebrows jump, and he cuts into his bottom lip with sharp teeth.

Jungwon doesn’t do anything either, and indiscernibly, you feel the scales shift towards you. Suddenly confident, drunk on the taste of him, the way he’s staring at you, hungry and pleading, like you hold his life in your hands, like he’ll let you crush into his heart if it means you’ll open your mouth again.

(You like him like this. Maybe you should do this again sometime.)

His breath hitches when you lean forward, licking a wet stripe from base to tip. Oh, you’re definitely gonna do this again, cause he fucks forward when you stick your tongue out, barely ghosting his pretty aching tip. You pull back before he can enter you again, closing your mouth and humming.

“Bitch," he mutters.

You pretend you don’t hear it, but your hips betray you, rocking ever so slightly, smushing your core against the inseam of your jeans in a way that has pleasure rushing to your head, making you dizzy, Dizzy enough to tease him just a little bit more.

His hand is steady across the back of your head; he doesn’t exert any force, but, ever so slightly, his fingernails dig into your skin, and you know its intentional. You still don’t open, instead you pepper delicate, wet kisses all over, not breaking away from his heavy-lidded eyes for even a moment.

Frustration bubbles under Jungwon’s skin; you can see it threaten to boil over each second you spend licking shyly at his cock, making fuck-me-eyes at him and pulling away whenever he thinks you’ll finally give in. You need him to snap; you don’t know why, but you need it.

You’re expecting it, but that doesn’t make it any less satisfying when he finally tugs you forward for good, the strong muscles in his arm you try so hard not to watch whenever he does something simple and mundane (like pick up a pen) finally coming to use.

“Open your fucking mouth,” he snarls. Rubbing the wet head of his cock over your slickened lips in a punishing drag, you smirk against him.

Something is missing, one last thread of restraint you haven’t managed to tear. “What?” you tease, “Not man enough to make me?”

For a second, nothing happens, maybe you got it all wrong, maybe—

Fuck.

Jungwon yanks your head back, desk chair skidding across the floor, scraping like rough nails along a chalkboard when he shoots to his feet. You’re trapped. “Say that again,” he growls. Crushed between the unrelenting desk and the heat of his torso, his cock, angry and flushed, inches away from your face. Fuck, just how fucking big is he?

You shake your head, and Jungwon burns.

“Open your mouth,” he says. Tugging at the base of your scalp again. “Open, or I’ll open it for you.”

You just smile, lazy and fucked out.

Something inside you is screaming, and you can't stop your hips from twitching. Jungwon is too busy getting himself all worked up that he doesn’t notice the way you cup your cunt, teasing your zipper down so slowly it barely makes a noise.

When Jungwon finally, finally grips your jaw, his thumb forcing its way into your mouth, you sink your first finger home, coating it thoroughly in the mess he’s wholly responsible for. And when he pries your jaw open, you let him. Eyes blown wide, pupils dilated, hoping that he can’t hear the soft rustling between your thighs.

He doesn’t, or at least you think he doesn’t. Just mutters something absurd, something that has your hips bucking into your hand, now drawing steady, tight circles over your clit. “I should break your fucking jaw.” You pant. Half exhilaration, and half mind-numbing pleasure.

“Fucking brat,” he says. And then he’s pressing forward. Your eyes almost roll back, you forgot how good it feels, how fast your mind stills, perfect impecable silence to fill the mess your head usually is, just the faint pulsing need for him ringing out, like a lighthouse in the middle of a foggy storm.

He takes his time, forcing himself impossibly deeper; your eyes sting, but he doesn’t care. And then he moves. God, it’s sick, your pen pot rattling on the desk top, slick, wet sounds, you gagging softly around his length as he uses your throat. He’s grunting, curt, and harsh, spurring your hand into action again, you moan around his cock, and he hisses through his teeth.

You’re close, and Jungwon knows it, kicks away your hand with his foot and nudges his leg between yours. “You wanted this,” he says. A single tear drop streaks down your cheek, your desk jolting with every sharp snap of his hips, you can feel him in your lungs, taste him lining your stomach— “Wanted me to fuck your throat.” — you never want him to stop. “So take it.”

The way his calf wedges between your legs, bullying the unyielding fabric of your jeans against the throbbing nub of sin all but calling out his name. Your jaw aches, pleasure you hadn’t even known was possible rushing through you like live current. His rhythm turns sloppy, one hand wrapped around your throat, not clamping down, just holding, just feeling the way he bulges in and out, forward then back every punishing thrust. And then he stils, caging you completely, nose digging painfully into his pelvis.

All of a sudden, he’s cumming down your throat, thick warm pulses you struggle to choke down, “Take it,” he mutters above you, completely fucking lost, “Ungrateful… fucking… brat.”

You do.

After a minute, or what feels like it. You push at his thighs, and he lets you, staggering backwards. He drags a palm down his face, dazed. But you're buzzing, you got everything you’d ever wanted. You swallow around the bitter taste in your mouth, feeling it linger in cracks and crevices that tell you, memories aren’t gonna be the only thing you reminisce over when you're all alone. At this rate, you’ll taste him for days, and you can’t fucking wait.

The muscles in Jungwon’s shoulders are unsurprisingly strong; you dig your fingers into them. Leaning up to press a sloppy kisses to the corners of his mouth, one then the other, before wrapping your arms around him and losing yourself in the crook of his neck.

“That was so hot,” you mumble. Jungwon freezes.

You pull away, his eyes heavy-lidded and molten when they meet yours. The soft, sweaty skin of your palms meets his chest, and you say, “Home time. See you Monday.” Before disappearing into your bathroom.

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Jungwon hasn’t left you alone since last Friday. He's always one step behind, one turn down an empty corridor instead of into your classroom, and he has you pinned to the wall one innocuous Wednesday morning.

“You’re ignoring me,” he greets, face inches from yours.

“And?”

“Cut it out,” he says, digging his fingertips harder into the bones of your wrist. It hurts, but you’d sooner lick the changing room floor than admit it.

You roll your eyes, slipping into the only defence you have against him, “I’m not your girlfriend.” It’s true, you aren’t.

He clenches his jaw, arm sliding lower to settle just shy of your head, the other stapling the back of your hand to the cold wall with a firm grip. “If you stopped running away before I could ask, then maybe you would be.”

You gulp, “I don’t want this.”

Jungwon pulls you against him, arm firm around your waist, your cheeks warm, eyes glistening when you stare up at him; you aren’t even bothered to look around for any teachers; whatever he’s doing is scarier than an afternoon in lunch detention. “But you want me?” he asks, low and gravely, voice ticking your spine.

You nod, barely.

“Then what’s the fucking problem?”

“You can’t do this—”

Goosebumps erupt across your arms when he sighs, his head dropping to your shoulder. “Stop being so vague,” he groans.

“Stop interrupting me."

He ignores you, nosing along your neck and muttering, “You changed your perfume.” You shiver.

“You can’t keep waiting for me after class— Aah! fuck…” Jungwon just smirks into your skin, tongue soothing over the sore patch he just nipped like it was totally appropriate behaviour for 10:30 AM. It’s not, not even close.

“Stop.” You push away from the wall, twisting; it’s your turn to pin him now. But he just smirks, fighting off your hands in a blink and landing his palms flat against your ass, obscene considering where you are. He yanks you flush to him, again.

“Kiss me first.” A smile breaks out across his face. “Then I’ll listen.”

You barely give yourself the chance to regret it, just curl your fingers around his tie and yank him towards you.

Your mouths don’t meet so much as collide, it's messy, fast and desperate, and Jungwon somehow worms one hand under your shirt and splays his warm fingers across your back. You can’t really keep up, not with the ardent way he presses into you. If Friday’s kiss was a taster, then today’s is the main course. Time languishes as you lose yourself to Jungwon’s whims. He smirks into the kiss, and…

A door slams somewhere behind you, you jerk back, chest heaving, lips quivering as your mind slowly clears from the Jungwon-soaked mist it was clustered with. His hand is still under your shirt, drawing delicate whirls and soft circles up and down the faint ridges of your spine.

You gulp, looking everywhere but his eyes; you can feel them burn into your face.

“No… no kissing in school,” You start, and Jungwon stays remarkably silent. “Don’t send me any more stupid notes, don’t wink at me when you're playing, don’t— you can’t tell anyone."

He nods, and something shifts in his eyes when you meet them, understanding.

“I’m not some kind of conquest, a stupid story to tell your mates on the way home from a game. If anyone finds out, we’re over. Is that clear?” You fist your hands in his shirt, you’re surprised to feel warm saline track down your cheek and tickle underneath your jaw. “Say something,” you plead.

He takes your face in his hands, swiping his thumb across a stray teardrop, “I swear down, I won’t tell. I promise.”

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taglist :) @gardenwonn @justpassingdontworry

[crippilingdeppresion]

touch me till i vomit

Jungwon enjoys his vacation by doing his favourite thing... his girlfriend. Even when she's sleeping.

pairings: jungwon x femreader

word count: 3k

warnings/tags: smut (mdni), oppa kink (obviously), porn without plot, consensual somnophilia, oral (female receiving), vaginal fingering, penetration, coming inside (ill advised, stay safe). soft dom jungwon

authors note: this is another fic from AO3 lol, but i've been in such a writers block from exams and everything, so I thought I'd rework this older fic and post it here for anyone that's interested ;)

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Jungwon jolts awake. His head jerks, and he groans lowly when pain shoots down his spine. What time is it?

It must be early. The soft streams of sunlight falling through the tiny gap you left in the curtains last evening are tinged gold and orange from the sunrise. Jungwon rubs a hand over his face before glancing downwards. He takes a look at his sleeping angel, indulging himself a little before he has to close his eyes and try to sleep. You're totally still and content between his arms. Right where he left you. Right where you belong.

This…. This is why Jungwon loves being on holiday. It's not so much the sights, or late nights, or even the exotic foods. It's moments like this that he craves the most. Slow and syrupy, where nothing and no one else matters but the small girl wrapped around him. You're so beautiful like this, eyelashes fanning the tops of your cheeks, lips pink and glossy with spit. So perfect. Including the soft sleep-affected mumbles you let out into his chest, cheek nuzzling deeper into his shirt.

“Oppa,” you moan softly. Jungwon's ears perk up, and suddenly he's forgotten all about going back to sleep. “Hmm,” He teases. Jungwon knows you can't hear him, but there's something about indulging himself like this that just feels so right. “What's wrong, angel? Do you need something?” 

“Uh-huh,” you whimper, so softly a lesser man might have missed it. But not Jungwon, he's attuned to every perfect little sound you could make. “Want… wan your….” 

“What do you want, Doll? Tell me,” Jungwon says as he folds a silken strand of hair behind your ear. “Oppa will give it to you. I promise.”

“Want your cock,” you whine. Jungwon feels his heart drop. He studies your face intently, ignoring the steady thrum of adrenaline pulsing to life in his veins and the twitch of his cock under his sleep shorts. He scans you for any sign of life, but they all point to one very annoying conclusion. His little angel is somehow… still sleeping?  

Oh, God.

This can't be what Jungwon thinks it is. Can it? Are you… dreaming? About Jungwon? About him fucking you?

...

You are…  Jungwon knows you are. You're dreaming about him, having a sex dream about him, and Jungwon has to sit here, and what? ….listen. 

If Jungwon wasn't in his right mind, he would wake you. Make you beg, make you earn it. Because why… why are you dreaming when he's right here, he's real, he should be the one fucking you, not some dream version of himself. It should be him, always. Only.

But you guys had a late night, a very late night and a very long flight. You need to rest.  He knows this, and he knows it means he should hold back, keep from fucking you, cause if he disturbed the little time you had, he would never forgive himself. 

So Jungwon closes his eyes and ignores the temptation simmering to life against him. He lets his mind wander, but it isn’t long before he stumbles upon a memory of one of those serene conversations the two of you had in that beautiful window of time between sex and sleep, less than a month ago. 

His heart catapults into a frantic rhythm. He could do it…. like you spoke about. You were so eager that he wouldn't be doing anything wrong by indulging. It's simple, really.  So simple that he's amazed he hadn’t thought of it earlier.

Jungwon could just fuck you while you sleep.

Shit. 

He never should have woken up. Never should have poked the sleeping bear, because now it's awake, screaming at him to take and take and take, and Jungwon doesn't think he has it in himself to resist.

He watches you struggle. His perfect angel, deep in the throes of slumber, calling out for him, all but begging him to ruin you. 

Jungwon can't resist. He just can't. Not when you're like this, thighs clamped around his, hips stuttering as you begin to hump his leg in little bursts. God, you’re so fucking wet, arousal seeping through your panties as you twitch around him.

Jungwon snaps (mentally). Physically, he's all gentle hands and trembling touches. He directs you onto your back and peels your legs away from him with the utmost care; he doesn't want to risk waking you, not now. Not yet.

And even though his actions are gentle, measured, cautious. Desire simmers under Jungwon's skin with rabid intensity, threatening to break free at any moment.

“Oppa,” you whine again, pleading in that high, desperate voice of yours. It's that version of yourself you keep locked away for special occasions, times when you won't rest until you get him to do exactly as you want.

It's so ironically fitting that Jungwon can't help but smile to himself as he pauses between your parted legs, his larger thighs knelt tauntingly between your small frame.

He watches you intently, as you twist your hands deep into the bedsheets, face strewn, eyes stapled shut as you buck your hips upwards, seeking him out. Aching for some sort of stimulation. 

“Good girl,” Jungwon whistles lowly, a proud smile on his face as his doll presents so sweetly. So good for him, so ready for his cock even in your deepest sleep.

Jungwon really can't help himself. He has to touch, has to ruin. It's electric, the jolt that runs through your body when he finally presses down. Jungwon barely even touches you, just ghosts a fingertip along the soft skin of your inner thigh, and you're arching off the bed, back curved so sensuously, legs clamping shut within seconds.

Can't have that, can we?

He pins you down with a steady palm, head spinning as he takes in the sight of your delicate skin, flushed a soft pink under the weight of his much larger hand. He has to fight with himself not to dig in a little, cut his sharp nails into the plush cushion of your thigh. He can't risk waking you, not like this. It's not what you would want, not what you need. 

You deserve to wake up perfectly, to his mouth, his cock, his fingers, any of them against your cunt. Cause that's what you're made for. 

But he allows himself a gentle squeeze, smirking with sick satisfaction as you writhe under his hold. Panties glimmering in the midmorning sun, soaked to the gods with your slick. Jungwon can even make out the faint outline of your clit. Swollen and aching, pressed up against the baby pink lace.

There's a soft but unmistakable squelch as Jungwon pulls down your panties, and it has him pulsing in his underwear, cock drooling lazily, untouched and bruisingly hard.

He teases a finger into your swollen slit, groaning under his breath as you coat him so perfectly. You're full on moaning now, hurried whimpers and broken whines streaming from your mouth as Jungwon teases your folds. 

He is barely touching you. Yet you're so vocal already, so desperate and needy. Why hadn't he done this sooner? He can't believe he's never had you like this before, pliant and moldable with sleep, hair strewn around your face like a halo. So angelic, so ready for him to ruin.

Jungwon dances a finger around the perimeter of your weeping cunt, and the bruised sound you make as he sinks a finger inside your neglected hole is downright sinful.

Fuck, you're so fucking tight, so warm, so wet. So perfect. Jungwon can't take it, his hips tensing, fucking into thin air as you clench around his finger. It's like you're ten times more responsive, ten times more sensitive like this. 

He starts to piston his finger, twisting and curling it against your fluttering walls till you cry out above him. Jungwon could stay here forever. Make you cum with his hand a million times over, watch your face, undeniable pleasure washing over you as he mercilessly teases that spot he's mapped to perfection. But that's not what you need. It would be selfish to indulge himself so brazenly when his angel has made it perfectly clear exactly what you want from him.

“You want oppa to fuck you, don’t you?” Jungwon asks the silence enveloping you. Broken only by the wet slide of his fingers, three of them now, stretching out your tight little hole, chased by the sounds of your pretty whimpers.

“Want oppa's cock, isn't it, angel?” 

Jungwon stares you down, watching your pussy twitch around his fingers. It takes everything in him to pull them out for good, the soft scrunch of your face as you're left empty, clenching around nothing, around air, has Jungwon muttering apologies under his breath, he'll fix that in no time, have you so full, so stuffed to the brim with his cock you'll feel him for days. 

He reaches into his shorts, whining when he finally comes in contact with his pulsing cock. The sensation of it all, skin to skin, as he takes in the sight before him. It's enough to have Jungwon fucking forward, humping his fist like a teenage boy, drunk off the sight of you. 

You moan out from under him, and he stops dead in his tracks. He’s reminded of what this is all for, why he's doing this. It's not to pleasure himself; his needs are secondary right now. It's to fulfil your wishes. Fuck you like you want. Fill you up with oppa's cock like you deserve.

It doesn’t help that you're so fucking beautiful, pussy dripping and glistening in the morning light, making an absolute mess of their sheets. He eyes your pussy like a man starved, so tight and wet, made for him, made to take his cock.

He would like to think of himself as a patient man, but something about you has his ‘patience’ spreading thinner and thinner; it's like everything inside Jungwon can't help but ache to bruise you, mark you up so prettily, fuck his load into you and let you wake to it oozing out. All so you know, so you never forget who you belong to. 

Even now, with his cock in his hand, your legs spread, baring the sight of your stretched out hole, ripe and ready for him to sink into, he still can’t resist you. He leans forward, rutting his cock into the mattress as he lowers his mouth to your swollen sex (so fucking small, so delicate).

He relishes in the wet gasp you let out as he edges the flat of his tongue against your hole. You jerk at the stimulation, thighs twitching around his head as he licks into you with a slow, steady reverence. You taste so fucking good, you always taste good, always.

 Jungwon could do this for hours, just not today.

“Taste so good, baby,” he mumbles as he lifts his head, watching the way you jolt at the feeling of his warm breath against your pussy. “Is oppa doing this in your dream, angel?” 

When Jungwon looks up, he can see your pretty hands fisting the sheets. He watches you tense, the muscles in your fingers straining as he seals his mouth over your clit, sucking ever so slightly before he dips down and flicks his tongue against your hole. Once, twice, before he edges the tip inside and—

You yank at his hair, digging your fingers into the soft strands at the crown of his head.

“oppa….?” Shit.

He drags his eyes upwards, expecting to find your doe eyes, glossed over and blown wide staring back at him. But you're not awake, not in the slightest.

Instead, you’ve pushed your tight little tank top up and around your neck, exposing the delicate swell of your breasts, your pretty pink nipples, perked up and dazzlingly hard in the cold air-conditioned air. 

You're so fucking gorgeous. Jungwon thinks it really can't get any better than this. But Jungwon's gaze catches on your hand, your dainty fingers perched around a nipple, rolling the bud softly between your fingertips.

You have got to be kidding. Jungwon can't believe it, he's frozen in place as he watches you toy with yourself so sweetly. And then, to make matters worse, you tilt your head back, bruised and painted neck twisting so perfectly as you mouth the ghost of a word: please.

Oh

Oh, fuck..

That's it, Jungwon can't wait anymore.

He wraps his palms around your thighs, yanking you towards him with an uncalled-for amount of force. Jungwon groans. “'m sorry, angel, please don't wake up.” 

But he doesn't go any softer; there's nothing gentle about his actions, not anymore. His cock is aching with need, pulsing in his hand. And you're just so beautiful like this, swollen pink lips. soaked and absolutely dripping, so pretty against his cock, so small, so delicate.

Jungwon has to do it, has to watch your face, watch your mouth fall open, his name falling from your lips as he rubs his cockhead teasingly against your clit.  And it's so rewarding, hearing the moan you let out in response. He sinks lower, taking the time to fuck your folds a little on the way down, coating his cock with your juices.

You fucking love it. Jungwon knows you want nothing more than to have him sink inside your wet heat. Because a choked-out moan slips from your smaller frame, your hips bucking forward faintly like you're searching for something.

Like you're asking for his cock.

With every roll of his hips, Jungwon can feel you drip against him. Feel the way you clench around nothing, tightening up around air as Jungwon teases his cock against your clit. Whenever his tip drags against your hole, teasing, but never sliding inside. Never giving you what you're begging for. What your sweet pussy is dripping for, dribbling onto the sheets for. 

Even in sleep, you're nothing better than a whore.

Jungwon knows exactly what you're saying even without hearing the words. Your petite body does all the speaking that your mouth can't, and Jungwon listens. Listens and understands exactly what you need.

So, he pulls back, palm wrapping around his cock once more. It's wet, soaked in your slick, and then he presses the head against your hole before finally, finally sinking inside.  He can't stop the loud groan that bursts out of him, obscene, when he feels your tight, wet heat around him. Warm. So, so wet, and you being asleep makes the slide so much easier, you barely tighten up, letting Jungwon use you as he damn well pleases.

There's nothing like it, nothing compares to this feeling. You're the best he's ever fucking had, Jungwon doesn't think he'd be able to fuck someone else after this. Not that he would ever want to. You're so warm, so tight, the perfect fit, made just for him.

Jungwon loses all self-control at the thought, hips snapping against yours with dangerous intent, you're so fucking perfect, clenching around him so well whenever he hits that spot deep inside, whenever he brushes against your cervix.

“Fuck,” Jungwon rambles. “So good, babydoll, you feel so good, So wet for me, so wet for oppa's cock. Pretty pussy just sucking me in, isn't it? ”

He’s dangerously close to cumming, already dancing over the edge. Your pretty face, flushed and glowing with sweat. Your bangs moulded to your forehead with exhaustion, releasing little breathy whines as Jungwon claims you so brutally, takes what he's owed. You're all his, all of you. Every fucking cell. You're his forever. You belong to him. No one else, no one else could fuck you like he does.

“This is what you wanted,” Jungwon says. Palms digging into your hips, holding you in place as he pounds into you with venom. “Wanted oppa's cock, didn't you?” Jungwon watches your head jostle with each thrust, your eyes fluttering from the stretch, from his punishing force. “So... take it.” 

“This is what you're made for, made for my–” The words cut off in his throat when he feels you tighten up so much that his hips jerk, a startled moan slipping out of him. Shit. Shit, it's as if you can hear exactly what he's telling you.

You're so beautiful, so perfect, so tight and wet and everything he's ever dreamed of, all he's ever wanted.  So Jungwon lets go, hips plunging against yours, his little fuckdoll, who gasps so prettily when his thick cum floods into you. He can barely move, hips rutting forward, coaxing spur after spur of seed as he empties himself inside you. 

Jungwon just couldn't help himself; he had to mark you, had to prove you belonged to him. Mind, body and soul. Forever. 

He stays like that for a beat, perfectly still. He leans his weight forward, head falling to your neck, almost crushing you with his body.  And that's when Jungwon hears it. So quiet he might as well have imagined it.

“Oppa?” 

Fuck.. Jungwon fucked up.

You're awake, blinking sleep from your eyes and yawning tenderly, blissfully ignorant.

It doesn't last for long. You clench around him, coating Jungwon's cock with a mixture of your slick and his cum. It's fucking filthy, how you twitch underneath him. Your hips rocking gently as you try to fuck yourself on his cock before you’ve even made sense of your surroundings.

Jungwon pushes upward on shaking palms, taking in the sight. You're gobsmacked, mouth spit slicken and lolling open as you whine.

And you're still twitching, still trying to fuck yourself deeper, Jungwon twitches inside you at the thought. He starts to pull out, sensitive from his orgasm, but hard as ever before.

Jungwon pushes back in slowly. He fucks his cum back into you with gentle, precise thrusts, hoping that you would be able to fall back asleep after you come. It's only a matter of seconds before you're rumbling over the edge.

He's watched you come a million times over, yet somehow each time is better than the last. Your body locks up under him. Twitching sporadically with your pretty fingers clawing into the sheets, tongue out, head back as you arch into his embrace.

Jungwon takes his time, fucks you through it, not slowing for even a fraction. Then you still, like the orgasm, ripped away your last bit of fight. Washed away any last remnants of alertness, till you're barely even awake.

“Oppa?” you manage to say, your voice shaky and torn apart.

“Yeah, baby?” 

“Thank you.” 

That's all you get out. All the acknowledgement you give Jungwon before your head hits the mattress with a gentle thud, you turn your head away from him, fingers relaxing in the bed.

Jungwon just watches, still inside you, watches your breaths become slower and more relaxed. Until finally you fall back asleep. He knows you, knows that if you wake up once, but fall back asleep. There's no chance you're waking up again; you're dead to the world. So he smiles, pulling out with a sigh, before flipping you onto your stomach. 

You have no idea what's coming. Jungwon has barely even started.

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[crippilingdeppresion]

kiss me (don't say no)

“You're so needy,” Jungwon says, twisting his hand into your hair and using it to pull your face towards his. “My needy baby.” 

pairings: jungwon x femreader

word count: 1.7k

warnings/tags: suggestive, a shit ton of kissing lol

authors note: this is a little different from my usual posts. i just hit 100 followers and i'm so grateful. so i thought i'd upload a collection of all the kiss scenes i've written over the last one and a half years. as always, likes, comments and reblogs are always appreciated. and if it's not too much of a bother, let me know which scene is your favourite :) (personally, i choose 12)

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“Tell me what she said about me, soulmate.” He lifts his hand, prodding his fingers at your mouth. You quirk your eyebrows before sighing, parting your mouth and letting him press his slick-coated digits inside. You clean off every last drop, and before you can swallow. Jungwon leans forward, replacing his fingers with his mouth so fast that you barely register. 

You freeze, lips lax as he presses his tongue between them. Tasting your desperation, your filth.

“Best thing I’ve ever tasted,” Jungwon whispers as he pulls away. He shrugs. “Wanted my soulmate to know.”

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But Jungwon leans forward, pressing a gentle kiss to your lips. You can taste the coppery tang of your own blood as you open up for your mate, and suddenly everything’s okay. Because Jungwon smiles at you as he pulls away, properly smiles at you, all sharp teeth and sweet finality. 

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Jungwon’s on you again in seconds, head twisting, nose bumping against yours so sweetly as he all but ravages your mouth with his own.

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Like the good girl you are, you take initiative, eyes open, no matter how much you want to squeeze them shut, hands lifting to his chest before you lean in for real, no pomp or show. Just the slow, tentative slide of your mouth over his. Fuck, Jungwon has missed this. 

He sits still, letting you lead, use his mouth like he’s some kind of doll. And god, does it do crazy things to him, feeling your palms explore the expanse of hard muscle at your disposal, the moan you feed into his open mouth, your tongue swiping deeper than you’ve ever imagined as you trail your fingertips over the planes of his stomach.

You break away slowly, like you couldn’t bear the idea of having to part. Your forehead meets his. “Like that?” you whisper. Jungwon lets you squeeze your eyes close, you need all the comfort you can get, especially with what he has planned for you.

“Perfect,” Jungwon says, and he means it. He swipes at your lips, thumb gliding over the slick sheen of saliva glistening over the top of your pretty pink mouth.

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Then he leans forward, capturing your mouth in a gentle kiss, the kind he should have given you if he hadn't been so god-damn impatient. You melt into his mouth, sweet, supple, and absolutely fucking clueless; it has his mind reeling.

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You shake your head, eyes squeezing shut as your mate bends forward. Your skin’s on fire, nerve endings alight as your body accommodates its lack of vision. Jungwon is so close you can taste him. In your mouth, on your tongue, between your teeth. It's maddening. You don't realise until it's too late. So distracted by his proximity. By his presence. In the way he looms over you, crowding you against the door. You don't notice the chilling press of Jungwon's lips until your mouth opens wide, freeing up space for Jungwon to kiss into you. It's like nothing you’ve ever experienced before. Animalistic, hungry, that's how Jungwon kisses you. Like he's been starved for a millennia, and you’re the only thing to abate the burn in his stomach, the emptiness in his soul. It's messy and uncoordinated. You flex your hands at your side, unsure of what to do, where to put them as Jungwon plasters you against the door. 

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No one has ever kissed you like Jungwon; they're always too soft, too apprehensive, like they're scared you would shatter when they press too hard.

But Jungwon, he wanted you broken, he wanted you in pieces; you felt the coy smirk against your lips each time you moaned desperately into his kiss. Saw the victorious look in his eyes as he took you in, his prize. He didn’t want to cherish you; he wanted to ruin you. And that night - three months ago, you were aching for it.

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Jungwon has your wrist in his hand in a moment, barely needing to spend half a thought. He stares at you, his dilated pupils, trembling just a little, betraying just how nervous he is. But his voice doesn't shake when he says, “None of that matters, not now, not since I met you.” He yanks on your arm, pulling you flush against him. “You're my whole life, how could you…” Jungwon leans forward, his face inches away, and whispers, "Why would I ever forget you?” Before he moulds his mouth to yours.

You melt into his kiss, fists opening, that little packet falling to the ground as you wrap your hands around his neck, twisting your fingers into his hair and letting him lift you off your feet.

The wood table is cold beneath you, stealing the warmth from your legs. Jungwon pulls away, taking his time to smooth your hair, tuck your bangs behind your ears, and wipe the mess of tears and snot off your face. You’ve never felt more exposed. You cling to him like a lifeline, fingers snagged in the belt loops of his jeans, exerting a constant stream of force to keep him tethered as close as possible.

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You’re so desperate, he just has to laugh, a soft fond noise from deep in the back of his throat. 

“You're so needy,” Jungwon says, twisting his hand into your hair and using it to pull your face towards his. “My needy baby.” 

You don’t respond, but the way you pull at the neck of his shirt, the desperate press of your lips against his. You are needy, and you know it. 

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Jungwon presses forward, capturing your lips with his in what you can only describe as a brutal claiming. Animalistic, hungry, wet, warm. That's all you feel, it's so like that first kiss. And yet it's so much more, because this time, this time you’re Jungwon's for real. Forever.

He kneads his hands gently, pressing into your tits with the lightest of pressure. But it's enough, paired with the painfully delicious way your nipples scratch against the spindly fabric. You can't help but moan into Jungwon's mouth. He uses it to his advantage. Pressing forward with his tongue. Sliding it across your teeth, into your soul. As his hands drop to your hips.

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You giggle at the dazed look on his face before leaning forward to kiss him, soft, barely a touch of your mouth to his as you drag your fingers through his hair. 

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You shake your head, too deep for common sense to win the battle waging on inside you.  Your hands find his collar before he can even blink. Jungwon gulps, his adams apple pressing stark in your line of sight. You don't think, just take, as you crash your mouth to his.

Fuck…

The whole world stills, the blaring beat of the bass dampening as Jungwon moulds his mouth to yours, kissing you deep and hard. Every press of his mouth, more desperate, more punishing, echoes those two words you didn't know you had been waiting to hear.

She's mine.

Jungwon tastes like home, like sugar from the rim of one of his mother's signature cocktails, like summer mornings walking along the beach, and nights camped round the fire always roaring in his backyard. Tears flood your waterline. He tastes like your ruin.

Your back meets cool metal, your waist sparking when one of Jungwon's hands finds the tender skin. He’s crowding over you, kissing into you with a passion, a fire stoked by the screaming winds that have your head reeling, your hair flailing over the balcony's edge when he breaks away to press his warm mouth to your throbbing pulse point.

It's like he can't stay away, a truth echoed in the years you've spent orbiting around each other, never daring to inch that little bit closer, until now, until his teeth clatter painfully against yours, and you choke down the triumph brimming, threatening to boil over inside you at the reminder of his inexperience.

You break away, your eyes overcast with something you never should have let fester when Jungwon blinks down at you, tender and sweet, his pupils blown wide enough to reflect the stars shining above you, or the lights twinkling beneath you. He’s yours, yours to ruin, yours to love, finally. After all these years.

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You’re moaning into Jungwon's mouth, making those tender, sweet little noises that you know drive him completely insane. And they do, Jungwon tenses, his shoulders twitching like he's been shocked. He all but growls, chest vibrating, lips curling, pressing forward like he has something to prove. 

You deserve this, deserve the punishing, almost brutal way he kisses you, the messy, lewd sounds vibrating around you, ringing in your ears like a final call home. This is where you belong. And by god have you missed him.

· · ─ ·✶· ─ · · {14} · · ─ ·✶· ─ · ·

Then, he does something you never would have seen coming: he kisses you, soft and tender and sweet. You can’t do much but let him, let him press you back against the mattress, rubbing the sticky mess between your legs all over the front of his trousers.

· · ─ ·✶· ─ · · {15} · · ─ ·✶· ─ · ·

He chuckles softly, the vibrations dance across your body. “You're so needy in the mornings.”

You snap your head back to complain: “Hey–!”

But Jungwon stops you dead in your tracks; you can never get bored with this, not even after three years. 

You melt into the warmth of his mouth; it's barely even a kiss, just toeing the line between something or another, but still. You feel like you’re flying. 

The older boy pulls away, too fast, too soon. The wet sound of your mouths breaking apart echoes off the cabinets. You want more; you need more. A whine builds in the back of your throat. But you kill it. You know better than that. 

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Then, he’s standing. Both hands cradling your face as he brings your trembling lips to his.

It’s everything you’ve ever wanted and more. You can taste yourself on his tongue. Crackling between his teeth, rotting inside his gums. It’s maddening.

Jungwon’s kissing into you like a man starved, pushing and pushing with every wet, hungry, messy slide of his mouth over yours, and what can you do other than oblige, let him carve himself into you like you’ve always dreamed of.

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taglist :) @gardenwonn @justpassingdontworry

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take me

You didn’t expect him to snap; you were just teasing, just pushing his buttons a little to see how long it would take for him to cave. 

pairings: jungwon x femreader

word count: 1.5k

warnings/tags: smut (mdni), porn without plot, mean dom jungwon, p in v, unprotected sex (ill advised), loss of virginity, slight dubcon, jw is 17, reader is 19, dark themes, obsession, power play, voyeurism. not proofread

author's note: alternate ending to 'let him make a woman out of me'.

i had this floating around somewhere in my drafts, it was a proposed scene meant to take place during the years reader and jw grew up together. a lovely user mentioned being interested in more of this universe, and i hope this satisfies you for a little while, i am working on more snipets from this world :)

i wrote up the smut mid messy sobs over Heeseung, i mean, what better way to numb the pain than writing braincell-killing filth, am i right?

· · ─ ·✶· ─ · ·

You know it's wrong, but you just can’t help it. 

Ever since you caught him it's been a battle between your repulsion and the incessant urge to run from everything. The worst part is this: you wish you could hate him, you wish you were repulsed by him, but you aren’t, not even close. You’re repulsed by the fact that you want him so much. 

He’s a constant presence in your life, and you only have yourself to blame, if you hadn’t attached yourself to his elder sisters hip, flitting through doorways and sleeping on couches when no one expected you to, then maybe it wouldn’t have ended up this way, but it did, and a part of you just can’t hate yourself for all the fucked up things you’ve done, and will continue to do to him.

He was watching you, for fucks sake. Why couldn’t you have fun with this? 

“Are you mad at me?” you ask, batting your eyelashes up at him. He notices, of course he does, his Adam’s apple bobbing nervously once he calms himself down from the shock of you materialising behind him. You haven’t spoken since the incident, only stared and stared at him like he’d crack and crumble to little pieces right in front of you. You wanted him to, and now’s the perfect time.

It’s fun, and it’s within your rights. He doesn’t say anything. Jungwon’s frozen, the tap water running unhalted to cover the sounds of his harsh breathing, and the little curse he mutters under his breath, ever the perfect son, he swears, you know he does, you could hear him over the console and through the walls when you’d lie awake in his sister's bed. He does swear, just not in front of his mother.

“You are,” you whine when he refuses to respond. The two of you are hidden partially from the rest of the dinner table, graced by the fact that the open-plan kitchen is nestled around the corner, but that doesn’t mean they can’t see; they can. 

They can see you being a good guest, helping him wash up as a token of your gratitude; they can also see enough that Jungwon’s paralysed. He can’t make a scene, you know that; you’d been planning for it the entire dinner, all the while your foot dangled dangerously close to his shaking leg, a nervous tick he’s kept since the years you used to tutor him, over five years ago now.

So Jungwon can’t do anything at all when you use the subtle shift of his body toward the drain rack to slot yourself between the cool counter and the heat of his front. Not entirely, but enough that he stands with his arms braced around your smaller frame, the weight of your hip burning into his.

You’re having fun, infact you deserve it. And Jungwon can’t do anything about it.

Cause what would his parents do when they find out their perfect, straight-A, Yonsei destined son watched you shower? 

· · ─ ·✶· ─ · ·

You didn’t expect him to snap; you were just teasing, just pushing his buttons a little to see how long it would take for him to cave. 

You expected him to cower, to come crawling at your feet begging for some form of forgiveness. 

You didn’t expect this.

Jungwon sneaks into your room, his footsteps silent and practised like he’s done this a million times before. One moment, you’re breathing, shallow, hasty inhales that taste of sea salt and victory, in the next, his hand clamps around your mouth.

You can’t even scream. 

Jungwon climbs over you, the weight of his body, all coiled muscle and strong bones fed by hours of sweaty shirtless exercise you could never stop yourself from watching, pressing you down into the soft cushion of the guest mattress.

He’s hard already; you can feel him against your stomach, big. Bigger than you’d given him credit, a running theme you choke away from notice when his hand tightens around your mouth. You grow warm beneath your panties, a slick, damning dampness seeping into your sleepshorts as he crushes you beneath him, when did he get so… big? So strong?

“Fuck–” he groans, deep and guttural, his eyes rake over you in the low pulses of silver moonlight streaming through your window, he’s ravenous, pupils dilated, heavy lidded and fucking hungry as he starts to rock his hips in a gentle rhythm. “Look at you,” he adds. “Right where you belong, isn’t that right, Noona?”

You whimper, a soft, tentative sound not fit for the thick tension cloistering inside the small room. Jungwon pulls his hand down, down past the race of your pulse along your neck, the jut of your collarbones. He settles over your nipple, watching your mouth fall open with an anticipatory moan.

“So desperate,” he coos. “Is this what you were waiting for?”

Petrified, you don’t say a word, cause he’s right, you want this, want the warm ghost of his breath against your cheek as he rubs his cock faster against your stomach. 

He settles between your legs, and you let him, parting your thighs and inviting him to yank your shorts and panties down in one tug. 

“Messy whore,” he tuts. And you blush. 

“Please,” you whisper, and that’s all it takes. He reaches down, and you feel his cock come free, heavy and pulsing against your sensitive folds. Jungwon moans, raw and unbridled as he humps your pussy in short, desperate little bursts. 

He gives you no warning before the thick head of his cock is pressing against your entrance. You moan, cutting your nails into delicate silk when he soon after leaves you empty once again. The back of your legs find his broad shoulders, his hot palms kissing the underside of your thighs as he finally pushes home.

The slick sound of his cock fucking deeper inside you, the squelch of your pussy as he carves his thick length into your body, it’s madness, everything you’ve ever wanted and more. And Jungwon agrees, “Soft little cunt—shit,” he pants into the frigid air. “Knew you’d take me like this.” He pumps his cock inside you with curt, lazy snaps of his hips. Designed to satisfy his needs and nothing more. But still, that coil nestled in your stomach winds tighter and tighter.

Messy noises stem from the slap of his pelvis against your thighs, drowning out the last morsels of protest swimming around in your mind. Jungwon sucks in a sharp breath, your pussy clentching tight around him, he groans, “Are you gonna cum, Noona?”

You nod.

Jungwon loses it, he lurches forward, marrying your knees to your shoulders and snapping his hips with punishing force, he picks up the pace of his thrusts, like he’s tryna carve himself into you forever, and you let him, a stream of indescipherable whimpers streaming past your bitten lips as Jungwon mutters his filth into your ear.

You knew sex was something, but fuck, you didn’t expect it to be this raw, this messy and needy, this good. Nothing compares to the feeling of him, the weight of him, crushing you to the bed, dragging along your insides. One last shattered whine slips past your lips, and you're overcome with sensation, pleasure, pulsing and hot washing over you in waves as you come on his cock.

His breath hitches, “Fuck—” Before you know it, his hips still against yours, the smallest, shallow little nudges of his throbbing length kissing against that particularly sensitive spot inside, making you cry out from overstimulation. And then he comes, his warm release filling you way beyond capacity. 

A dull, high-pitched ring overcomes all your senses. Jungwon pulls out, leaving you gaping and leaking slick streams of his cum onto your bedsheets.

Jungwon laughs, brittle and sharp, when he sees the smattering of your blood mixed with the creamy white of his claiming ooze out of your used cunt. The ruse is up, not like you tried particularly hard to convince him you were anything but a virgin, still, he looks at you a little different now, a golden sheen of triumph circling his amber irises as he stares you down. Consumes all there is for him to take, you’re heaving, nipples stark and drawn to attention pressing up against your thin vest top, salt water pooling in your waterline and streaking pitifully down your flushed cheeks.

He presses a thumb to your entrance, to your ripped hymen, to the physical, tangible proof of whatever has become of you tonight. Together.

“All bark and no bite,” he muses, coating his thumb with his spend when he fucks the digit in quick, shallow bursts, for no other reason than to watch your face scrunch, your eyebrows jumping as you gasp, all pretty and ruined. “Would have fucked the attitude out of you sooner if I’d known you’d be so good for me, so willing, isn’t that right, Noona?”

“Uh-huh,” you manage, broken and dry.

Jungwon smirks at that, something sharp and eerily haunting that has butterflies breaking out in your stomach all over. He shuffles around in your sheets, tucking his spent cock back into his trousers and smoothing down his shirt. Then, he does something you never would have seen coming: he kisses you, soft and tender and sweet. You can’t do much but let him, let him press you back against the mattress, rubbing the sticky mess between your legs all over the front of his trousers.

You gasp when he pulls away, barely registering when he mutters against your mouth, “Don’t even think about locking your door tomorrow.”

And then he leaves, as quiet and careful as his arrival. You miss him all the same. 

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taglist :) @gardenwonn @justpassingdontworry

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sorry that was an insane way to start off but im hia :3

no, no, its all good, im stupid smiling at my laptop right now so thanks. i'm yasmin :)

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let him make a woman out of me

Jungwon is all porcelain skin and baby pink flush. The same flush that used to spread across his cheeks whenever you would lean too close during some talked-over movie, or when you'd catch him staring after you as you walked the short distance back to your house, just a door away. He's exactly like you remember, as perfect as those long-lost summers spent splashing in his pool and dancing under the cover of moonlight. But now, he's also so much more. All sinewy muscles and sharp lines, sharp teeth, and even sharper smiles. So perfect under you, so big.

pairings: jungwon x femreader

word count: 5.6k

warnings/tags: smut (mdni), plot with porn, best friend's younger brother, corruption, role reversal, switch jungwon, mean dom jungwon, subspace, mindbreak, rough sex, unprotected sex (not advised)

authors note: this is based off of how like, almost condescending jw gets when he baby talks lol, at least I get that vibe, he's kinda mean about it, or maybe that's the voices in my head talking. either way... umm. yeah.

works based off this one: take me

· · ─ ·✶· ─ · ·

“Yeah, I've found somewhere to work. I mean, the hours aren't the best, but that's understandable. And it's close enough that I won't have to move, I can just stay at the house.” You ramble. You know you should keep your mouth shut; innocent blabbering can very rapidly turn into something a million times more dangerous, especially with alcohol in your system to loosen your tongue. But you can’t help it.

Jungwon is pressed up against the metal railing of the upper balcony, staring you down as you chat up an acquaintance of someone's. Your mothers, or his mothers, or maybe even someone who knew your dad. Either way, it's maddening, making your heart race and your palms break out in a cold sweat that has absolutely nothing to do with the way this acquaintance is leaning closer and closer. A friendly glint to his eyes at harsh opposition to the unfriendly way he inches towards you.

And Jungwon is watching it all happen, his delicate jaw clenched sharp enough to cut, twitching — ever so slightly — when this ‘acquaintance’ you've forgotten the name of slides a rough palm up the side of your arm. 

You haven't said one word to Jungwon since the party started. But he's never been far. A protective shadow cast in all the dim overhead lights. You don't need his protection; that's not how this works. He's the younger one; if anything, you should be protecting him. Ironic, given your history.

“You're not telling me you live alone, are you? In that massive house. A pretty girl like you needs someone to keep her safe and warm. Especially when the nights turn cold. Nothing beats the heat of another person, sweetcakes. If you catch my drift.”

You fight down the urge to gag, plastering a placid grin on your face. Hoping that eventually he'll get the hint and back the fuck off. But then you feel it, a soft brush. barely noticeable if it weren't for the lighting coursing through your veins at Jungwon's incessant watching. (Not moving, not speaking, not intervening, watching.) Because this acquaintance just brushed against your breast, a lurid glint to his eyes as he stared you down. Itching to see how you would react.

“I can keep you company.”

You're made brutally aware of your surroundings. The party is raging beneath your feet. But here, on this balcony, there's no one but you, this man, and Jungwon to heat the cold maritime air. He gets braver, dismissing Jungwon as some unbothered voyeur, moving to palm your breast, suddenly turned confident by Jungwon's lack of action.

You whisper, so quiet you can't be sure he even hears. “Jungwon.”

“That's not my name, sugar, but if you want. It could be. I can be anyone you want–”

A strong hand clasps around his wrist before he makes contact with your goose-pimpled skin.

“Hey,” he starts, voice rising dangerously. 

But then he freezes.

Jungwon leans into the light, recognition flickers across your assailant's face before it contorts into a scowl. “What?” he demands.

“She's uncomfortable.”

“She can speak for herself, isn’t that right, sugar? Tell the nice man to go away, then you and I can have some–” he reaches down, palming the swell of your ass obscenely– "fun.”

It happens so fast, one moment, he’s all over you, panting lewdly into your ear as he claws into the soft flesh of your ass. Next, he’s on the floor, cradling his cheekbone. 

The man staggers to his feet, inhaling sharply. “The fuck is your problem?”

“Get out,” Jungwon warns, low and chilling to the bone. He presses forward, separating you from the man with his body.

“Who the fuck do you think you are?” the man screams. “Don’t you know who I am?”

Jungwon steps forward again. 

“All this over some whore,” he splutters. “You're as dumb as she is. I don’t get what your fucking problem is. She wanted this.”

“Get the fuck out,” Jungwon snaps, voice dangerously tense. His body coils tighter and tighter, his hands clenching into fists at his side, like he’s fighting himself to keep them down. You can’t look away. Since when has Jungwon been this big, this intimidating?

“Why should I?” the man lurches, fisting his hands into Jungwon’s collar and yanking him towards him. “Who even are you?”

Jungwon doesn't blink; just drags a hand down his face before bending to meet his eyes. “I’m Yang Jungwon. This is my fucking house, my alcohol you've been drinking, my father's company you work for, and that–” he nudges his head backwards. “That woman, not,” he shoves the man harshly, “whore. She’s mine.” 

The guy gapes at Jungwon, stumbling. “I’m… I didn’t know…”

“Get the fuck out,” Jungwon says. “Before you lose more than just your job.” 

The man is already gone, the balcony door slamming shut behind him, the only sound made for what feels like hours. 

Jungwon turns to you, his mouth open like an apology is already waiting, sitting on the tip of his tongue.

You shake your head, too deep for common sense to win the battle waging on inside you.  Your hands find his collar before he can even blink. Jungwon gulps, his adams apple pressing stark in your line of sight. You don't think, just take, as you crash your mouth to his.

Fuck…

The whole world stills, the blaring beat of the bass dampening as Jungwon moulds his mouth to yours, kissing you deep and hard. Every press of his mouth, more desperate, more punishing, echoes those two words you didn't know you had been waiting to hear.

She's mine.

Jungwon tastes like home, like sugar from the rim of one of his mother's signature cocktails, like summer mornings walking along the beach, and nights camped round the fire always roaring in his backyard. Tears flood your waterline. He tastes like your ruin.

Your back meets cool metal, your waist sparking when one of Jungwon's hands finds the tender skin. He’s crowding over you, kissing into you with a passion, a fire stoked by the screaming winds that have your head reeling, your hair flailing over the balcony's edge when he breaks away to press his warm mouth to your throbbing pulse point.

It's like he can't stay away, a truth echoed in the years you've spent orbiting around each other, never daring to inch that little bit closer, until now, until his teeth clatter painfully against yours, and you choke down the triumph brimming, threatening to boil over inside you at the reminder of his inexperience.

You break away, your eyes overcast with something you never should have let fester when Jungwon blinks down at you, tender and sweet, his pupils blown wide enough to reflect the stars shining above you, or the lights twinkling beneath you. He’s yours, yours to ruin, yours to love, finally. After all these years.

“Are you still sleeping in your old bedroom?” You muster, your voice shaky.

Jungwon nods. 

You hold out your hand, and Jungwon takes it. Pulling you softly towards the small door, nestled into a far corner of the terrace. Nothing has ever felt more right.

· · ─ ·✶· ─ · ·

You would have complained, would have made a scene with literally anyone else if they had taken this long to put the damn thing inside you. 

But you've always had a soft spot for Jungwon, and when he stared up at you with those big doe eyes of his, begging to stretch you open with his fingers for what felt like hours. You just didn't have the heart to tell him no. And you'll never admit it to him, but Jungwon was right.

It's worth it, though. The blissed out look on Jungwon's face as he inches forward, his grip on your waist tightening possessively as he sinks his cock deeper inside. An incoherent stream of half words, half whimpers falling from his mouth each centimetre he gets closer and closer to giving you everything you've ever wanted.

Even though it feels like you might tear apart any moment now. It's still so fucking perfect. You shouldn't let him know how much it hurts.  But you can't help it, Jungwon’s too fucking big, what else are you supposed to do but let out a sharp, tear-jerking cry when he finally bottoms out.

Jungwon freezes, eyes snapping to you face, leaving behind the view he was worshipping so intently just moments before. The view of your cunt stretching obscenely as he sank each inch deeper and deeper inside.

“Shit,” Jungwon whines. “I'm hurting you." But he doesn't move, just shifts his weight so he's face to face, mouth to mouth with you. You hate the sharp jolt of arousal echoing in your core as you take in how undone he looks, lording over you like this, the muscles in his arms tense, almost slipping out from under him. 

“Jungwon….” You grit out, your mind split between the sensation of him, heavy, filling you better than anyone else ever has, and your baby’s current state of distress. “Baby, calm down, and just…fuck me. Okay. I'm okay. Don't worry, baby. I'm all good,” you reassure the younger boy. The more you clench, the more alarmed he's gonna be. So you smooth his hair away from his brow and fight hard to keep your muscles lax.

But Jungwon doesn't move, just stares.

“I can't do it, Noona,” he says. “I'm gonna hurt you.”

You sigh, biting your lip when you tighten around him without thinking. “Noona-” Jungwon moans, like he's pleading with you not to move.

Leave it to Jungwon to find a way to become even more endearing than he already is, even if he’s balls deep inside you. You might have found it cute, but you're too busy choking down the guilt crawling around inside your chest. You need Jungwon to shut up and fuck you stupid. Scramble your brain so good you'll never have time to think about how wrong this is. 

(No matter how right it feels.)

What kind of a shitty person are you for fucking you best friend's kid brother? Not even that, for taking your best friend's kid brother's virginity. 

“Jungwon,” you sigh with frustration. “This is what I get for fucking you,” you mumble. “Bloody karmic retribution or something, isn’t it?” 

“Hey,” Jungwon whines. “I'm right here. I can hear you, Noona. I don't… I just don't wanna hurt you.”

Jungwon looks at you like a wounded puppy, eyes glistening with tears (or want, you can't really tell). And, the final nail in you coffin? He lets out a bruised whimper, hips stuttering sharply when he seems to remember where he is. You can tell he's struggling. His jaw is clenched. His hips rutting against your pelvis. Short burst tremors that have his tip kissing that perfectly vulnerable spot deep inside you. Every jolt of his hips has your head spinning, and Jungwon knows it, feels you tighten up around him like a vice. All it does apparently is push him closer to actually fucking crying.

Fuck, this really won't do. You have to do something.

“I know, baby,” you coo. “You know what? Let's try this another way. Okay?” You smile up at Jungwon, lifting your hands gently before twisting him onto his back.

Jungwon doesn't object, just lets you pull away with a small whine, already missing the feeling of his cock filling you.

You push him up against the headrest. You're not gonna lie, some part of you changed positions for more selfish reasons. As much as you want Jungwon to fuck you (you want it bad) and as much as you want to soothe his anxiety, ease his mind, show him he could never hurt you. 

You mainly wanted to see him like this. 

Jungwon is all porcelain skin and baby pink flush. The same flush that used to spread across his cheeks whenever you would lean too close during some talked over movie, or when you'd catch him staring after you as you walked the short distance back to your house, just a door away.

He's exactly like you remember, as perfect as those long-lost summers spent splashing in his pool and dancing under the cover of moonlight. But now, he's also so much more. All sinewy muscles and sharp lines, sharp teeth, and even sharper smiles. So perfect under you, so big.

Literally. 

You reach a hand for his cock, he's fucking soaked and stupidly pretty, covered in a taunting mix of your slick and his own precome. Jungwon moans above you, hips stuttering forward into your hand as you work it up and down his length.

“You like this, don't you?” you tease, eyes stapled to the sharp peek of Jungwon's canines as they bite down into his bottom lip. Your thumb teasing deliciously into his slit.

“Mhmm.” Jungwon shudders, the back of his head colliding with his headboard. You want so badly to mark him up, paint him pink and purple, all yours. “Obviously,” he groans.

All of a sudden, you have the urge to ask something dumb. You don't know where you pull the confidence from (you do, from hell) but you give into it without a second thought.

“Have you ever…” you start off slowly, as you lift your free hand to join the first. You don't finish the sentence, too busy clenching your thighs together as you make sense of the sight before you. Two hands, you have two fucking hands around his cock, and there's still inches of him left over. 

Oh fuck.

Danger, this is dangerous territory you're headed into, but you ignore the alarm bells going off in your head. You suppose you've already done bad enough just by being here; how much worse could it really get?

Jungwon looks down at you with a smirk, an animalistic hunger in his eyes at complete contrast to his baby face (the last bit of innocence left to his body not yet stolen away by time). 

“Have I ever what, Noona? Say it.”

You're too busy watching Jungwon's cock, watching it slide in and out of your grip, so perfect. You barely register the switch, the sharp sting to his once soft and tentative words.  

Your mouth opens without thinking. Almost like your entire body races to do as Jungwon says, tell him exactly what he wants to hear. “Do you ever think about me? Like this, when you touch yourself?”

Jungwon leans in close, warm breath dancing over your lips as he whispers slowly, voice dropping an octave, “Always.”

You shiver, the weight of that one singular word singing across your spine like a bullet. Carving you open, paralysing you. 

But then you blink and the moment passes, Jungwon drops backwards with a thud, smiling at you so softly it's almost as if you hallucinated the last 2 minutes.

You shake your head. This is Jungwon. Your Jungwon, your baby, what are you thinking? He’s not like that, mean and assertive like that, is he? He's not. You know he isn't. There's no way, only in your wildest fantasies has he ever looked at you like that.

Your past needs to be buried, as does that version of him. God, what are you even doing here? You have no right. No fucking right to touch him like this, not after all youv’e done.

You never should have come back home; you should have fought harder, fought and fought with that constant stream of impatient whines filling your head every day you inched closer and closer to graduation.

You can't be here, You’re all wrong. You’re ruining him. Staining him black and blue, bruising up his soul with every sharp twist of your fist. Because now that you have him, now you finally have him for real. He's never gonna want anyone else; You won't let him. He belongs to you. 

You lift in a daze, thighs parting as you seat youself in Jungwon's lap. Exactly like you’ve imagined so many times before.

All of a sudden, it's like nothing else matters, nothing but this moment, because this Jungwon, eyes blown wide and glimmering with soft fire as he watches you tease his cock into your awaiting hole, he's the Jungwon you’ve been waiting for. 

Except now you’re done with all the waiting, all those charged glances, all those wordless promises. You’re done, now you’re going to take, and take, and take. Until the only thing Jungwon will ever think of, the only person he sees when he reaches that sweet release, is you.

You start of gentle, fucking youself onto his cock in short little bursts, taking a little more inside with each downward pass. The stretch is a little bitch, you’ve never had someone as big as Jungwon before, and you’re not even sure you can take him. You might split open before he even sinks in halfway.

But you do it. Back arched, nails digging into his thighs, muscular and lithe instead of soft and plush like yours. God, the difference between your bodies, the contrast, the way his shadow looms over you. So big. You have half a mind not to pull off, pull him into you arms and hug him tight. Tight enough he shrinks back into the little devil you tutored so many moons ago.

But you can't do any of that, you’re completely mute. Wordless at the sheer agony, the pleasure riding along your flaccid limbs as you gently start to rock youself in a slow rhythm.

Jungwon's fingers find your clit. Those long digits of his pressing so perfectly against you. All hell breaks loose. You can't contain youself anymore, any attempts at normality, the cool level-headedness you tried to keep falls away from you in waves.

You’re crying out, moaning and writhing in Jungwon's tender hold. As your legs shake. 

Not that he's doing any better. But something is brewing under his eyes, something sinister, and the noises he's making. God, those noises. They used to be pretty and whiny, borderline almost high-pitched. But now they've dropped to the underworld. Low and guttural as he stares down at your pussy, at the white ring of slick coating the base of his cock as you fuck youself so prettily.

No, that's not where his eyes are locked, you realise with bated breath. It's higher. Up and up, and up. To the obscene bulge in your soft lower abdomen. The visible proof of his cock, pulsing inside you. Fucking in and out. down then up, again and again and again.

The moan you let out at the sight is downright pornographic. And Jungwon… Jungwon snaps.

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He reaches forward. Lifting his hand from your dripping sex and pressing it firmly into your abdomen. “Fuck,” he groans. “Look at you. Taking my cock so well.” He lets out a satisfied noise, one that has your blood curdling before he plants his feet on the bed, nails digging into your hipbone as he all but crashes into you, thrusting upwards desperately as he teases his fingers along the proof of his conquest. His prize.

You gasp, something broken as he fucks into you so rough. Jungwon feels the bulge in your stomach, the skin stretching and relaxing every sharp snap of his hips. For a little while you’re dazed, letting Jungwon use you like a fucking doll (his doll, all his), but after a minute, you pull you hands from behind you, plant your small palms on his chest, and start to match his rhythm.

And god was it everything he dreamt of. You’re so small like this, so beautiful. His Noona, finally where you belong, head lolling back, face strewn with unspeakable pleasure as you bounce on his cock. Mirroring his brutal pace with every sharp drop of your hips. 

Jungwon started, and now he just can't stop. All he's ever wanted to say to you, every dirty depraved fantasy he's had of you from before he even became a man, before he became someone who could treat you like you deserve. They all come spewing out. Like the dams burst, and there's nothing to stop his filth from flooding this room.

“So perfect, so fucking tight. Wanted to fuck you stupid like this for so long.” 

You nod.

“And here you are, dumb on my cock, fucking yourself so messily cause you just can't get enough, can you?”

“Uh-huh,” you whine. “Jungwon… Jungwon please…”

“You like this, don't you?” Jungwon teases, mocking your cute attempt to baby him earlier. God, it's been so fucking satisfying, watching the light shift in your eyes as you slowly came to terms with the harsh reality. Jungwon wasn't sixteen anymore, with his hands stuffed under his swim shorts, fingers sticky and wet as he imagined pinning you down, fucking into your tight heat as you screamed his name like you were born to do.

“Bet you didn't expect this, did you, Noona?” he smirks. “I'm not a baby anymore, you should have known better than to think I would just sit back and let you have your fun.”

He was a man now, someone who was capable of loving you like you deserve, fucking you like the little slut you are, the cock hungry brat who all but begged with your eyes, moaning under your breath every time he pressed too close, every time he brushed against you ‘innocently’ this past week. Letting you feel out what he's become. Feel the man he's molded himself into. All for you. For the day you came crawling back to him.

And crawl you have.

“That's not how this works. You're mine. You don't get to decide, you don't get to make demands, you don't even get to cum. Not until I tell you to, not until you beg.”

You’re gone, legs locking up, mouth trembling, the barest glint of saliva dribbling down your chin as Jungwon grasps your hips with both hands, moaning under his breath as he watches your small frame dwarf under the size of his hands.

“‘Have I ever thought about you?’, ‘Do I touch myself thinking about you?’ Gods, you're so pathetic, Noona. What did you expect me to say? No?”

You shake you head, dazed. 

Jungwon snaps; he lurches forward. Flipping you onto you back, he doesn't waste a single second, pulling all the way out, you clench around him so tight he almost sees white, begging him not to leave, before he thrusts back in, hard. You make a delicious noise, half moan, half scream, your body jostling just that little bit further up the bed with each punishing drill of his hips.

It's fucking sick, so wrong and lewd, but Jungwon has never loved anything more. For a little while, you both stay silent, only the slick sounds of him carving himself deeper and deeper inside his girl, the wet slap of his hips against yours filling the room. 

Fuck, everything smells like sex and you and filth. His entire bedroom is coated in a thin sheen of your brilliance as you arch into him, your legs locking, heels digging into the small of his back.

You’re getting close, he can tell. So he slows. Forcing himself to hold back. 

You’re reaction is immediate; you whine like he stole something from you, your fingernails clawing deep, carving shallow crescents into the taught muscles of his shoulders.Jungwon noses along your neck, teasing the sensitive skin, and you do cry then, frail and flimsy when he angles his hips that little bit askew, missing that tender spot he's already mapped to memory by a fraction.

He can't let you cum, not yet; you don’t deserve it.

“Poor baby,” he coos. “You don't like that do you? Can't take being teased?”

You’re coherent enough to form words, your eyes tearlogged and blown wide when he pulls away from your neck to take you in. Fuck, you’re so fucking gorgeous, everything he’s ever fucking wanted splayed out under him, your cheeks flushed, mouthing at your bottom lip like you’re tryna keep youself from saying something you shouldn't.

Jungwon can't recount the number of times he imagined this exact scenario. He spent more than one night peering into your window, past blinds you refused to shut, or past the never fully closed bathroom door you just had to leave open, just that little bit, all to fuck with his head that tiny bit more.

And now what? Now you couldn't take it? You spent years slowly, so fucking slowly chipping away at his restraint like it was the easiest thing in the world, easier than breathing. And now, Jungwon's gonna make sure you taste every ounce of agony he pent up. 

“You think I didn't hear you? How desperate you were back then, 18 years old, fucking yourself open, Desperate to stop me from hearing how dirty you were, how fucking filthy you got when you moaned my name.”

You tense like he struck you, your eyes blown wide, mouth agape around words he doesn’t let you speak.

“You wanted me to see you. You can pretend, you can fake innocence, Noona. But I know you.”

You break, hot tears falling from your eyes like a waterfall. You shake. Your head turns this way and the other as Jungwon continues to thrust into you. Not stilling for a single moment.

“You would laugh at my jokes, stop by my lessons on your way to yours. Pack me lunches because you knew I hated the new school menu. You played your games, had your fun as though I couldn't see right through your window every night. As if I wasn't watching your show, your little performance every fucking time.”

You’re close, Jungwon can feel it in how you clench around him. Messy and desperate, forcing wet globs of slick onto his cock as he uses you like a doll, fucking into you as he damn well pleases.

“Then you left me. Not even a goodbye before you disappeared across the country.” 

Jungwon freezes, right on the cusp of your release; he can taste it. He stays like that, skin to skin, hips to hips, your legs quivering, digging into his back like you could somehow get him deeper. “Jungwon… please, Jungwon. I'm close. Please, Jungwon, I wanna come. please.”

“No.”

“Please,” you sob. “I'm begging you, please. I need it so bad. Please, Jungwon. I'm sorry, I'm sorry for leaving you. I'm sorry for not telling you. I'm sorry for everything… all of it. I'll make it up to you. I swear. Just please, please–”

“Stop fucking crying and admit it. You're mine.” 

You stare up at him, your eyes glistening. 

He tries again, “Say it.”

You nod, defeat splintering your irises. “I'm yours.”

Nothing compares to the sheer rush of triumph that surges through his veins, he pulls out, ignoring your broken mewl of protest before his hands are firm around your waist, flipping you onto your stomach.

Fuck, you’re so fucking pretty like this, teardrops logged in your waterline, your face smushed against the mattress, eyes squeezing shut as you arch back, lifting you hips unconsciously or consciously, he has no fucking clue. Either way. Jungwon wants, so he takes. Pushing the blunt head of his cock right against your weeping entrance, he loves this, loves watching you mould around him, feeling the resistance of your tight little cunt give way as he forces himself deeper inside. 

It's pure undulated bliss, you still, your hips pushed so far back your spine might snap like a fucking bowstring, but Jungwon doesn't care, he only feels the rhythmic pulsing of your cunt fluttering around him, edging him on, pleading with him to move.  He's sheathed to the hilt, pubic bone pressed flush to your ass, his hand dancing up that soft, delicate ridge in your back to meet the mess of dark brown hair painting his bedsheets.

“How many guys have you had like this?” he teases.

“I… they weren't you,” you cry. Broken in all ways, forever his to chip and scar. “Please, Jungwon, please. I'm yours, I've always been yours. No one else matters, I swear it.”

“Hmm, I guess I’ll have to make sure of that somehow, make you mine forever, is that what you want?”

You nod, the jerky movement travelling right along the curve of your spine and all the way to his ribcage, to his heart, nestled inside the ivory claws and beating to the rhythm of your name. “Use your words,” he seethes, gritting his teeth when you clench around him. Hard. “Say you want it, say you want me to ruin you for anyone else.”

“Please,” Youu manage to croak out, your voice trembling. And Jungwon is a giving man, he always has been, so he rolls his hips, pulling out the furthest he can, before sinking back in, slow, mean, making you feel the drag of his cock inside you, spearing you open, moulding you to his every inch as he nestles deep where he’s always belonged. You moan when he bottoms out, something so tender and loving that Jungwon presses on your cheek with his palm. You stare at him through his splayed out fingers. And Jungwon gives in one last time,

He fucks you hard. Not too fast, not too slow, just fucking right to have his bedframe jolting dangerously against the crystalline glass behind it. Just well enough to have your fingertips clawing into his bedsheets as wave after wave of pleasure rolls over you, like the crashing tide splitting to pieces on the jagged rocks beneath his windowsill.

It’s a claiming of every kind, brutal and rough, like he’s always dreamed of taking you. You race towards your undoing, and Jungwon does nothing to halt you. Just leans over, his warm breath caressing your ear, and whispers, “Come.”

Your entire body locks up, your heartbeat racing so fast he can taste it as he mouths at your neck, warm and messy and fucked out cause you clench around him so hard Jungwon is sure he sees stars. It isn’t long before he tumbles over the edge too, spilling inside you for the first time from hundreds more. Jungwon deflates, boneless and spent. He buries his head in the little space between your neck and shoulder, kissing light and soft over sticky skin whilst you pant beneath him. Fuck, he just can’t help himself. He rocks his hips ever so slightly, groaning under his breath when he feels the slick mix of your cum ooze a little from your stuffed cunt. 

You fucking love it, cause you gasp, breathelss and so fucking sweet that Jungwon just has to take that little bit more, worm his hand between silk sheets and supple skin till he’s dancing fast, tight circles around you clit. 

“That’s it, Noona,” he coos. “That’s it, just one more. Gimme one more, then we’re done. Okay.”

You’re broken, overstimulated and spent to the brink of heaven and back that you just mewl. Soft and saccharine, perfect. He feels it before he knows it, the telltale rush of wetness gushing around his cock he just knows he’s fast become addicted to. 

You stay like that for a while, Your delicate pants softening and smoothening till you slip into a light daze, toeing that line between alertness and sleep that makes him extra cautious as he pulls out for good. Careful not to rouse you from your shallow slumber. 

He reaches blindly for his phone, sitting back on his heels and surveying the beauty before him. He thumbs at your entrance, just a little bit, just enough to feel his spent coat his finger, you’re fucked out, pretty hole already twitching like you’re begging him to slip inside again. But he can’t. He has to take care of you now; you’re his responsibility. Forever. 

But that doesn’t stop him from snapping a couple of photos or from lingering by his nightstand on his way to the bathroom. His hand ghosting the top shelf, towards the little velvet box staring back at him.

Soon, he thinks. Not yet, but soon.

You’re awake when he makes it back to his bedroom, serene and stoic, sitting on the edge of his mattress, glowing in the soft light of the moon. If Jungwon could remember one moment forever, it would be this one, your hair falling over your breasts, his cum warming your womb, his marks littering your soft ivory skin.

“Baby,” you say, and Jungwon startles, leaning off the doorframe and stepping into his bedroom for good. 

Jungwon can’t find the right words, the right things to say to you to cover the irreparable chasm he might have ripped between you for good.

“Where did you learn this?” You laugh. Jungwon shrugs, pulling his shirt over your head and pushing you back against the mattress. 

“I said I was gonna be good for you, I meant it.”

“Yeah?” You quirk a brow, sighing when he wipes gently between your legs with a damp towel. Jungwon kisses beneath your belly button, over your clit, before he teases between your folds one last time, his tongue dancing just deep enough to taste before he moves back for good, pulling his shirt down and crawling into his bed behind you. 

“I love you,” he whispers into the mere atoms between you. “Just in case I haven’t made that clear.”

A beat passes. “I love you too.” 

“Even if I was really mean,” he asks, hoping you can't hear the agony beating at his heart, he never wants to hurt you, ever, he just. You just mean so much to him, and sometimes he just gets carried away. 

You say something then, something he'll never forget. “Especially cause you were mean. I always knew you had it in you.”

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umm, schools really been beating my ass, I got a little under the grade I was aiming for, so I think im gonna stop writing or posting for the time being.

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used and abused

You don't know what part of you thought it'd be a good idea to ask your boyfriend to help you stretch, cause not a single moment of this has been enjoyable.

pairings: jungwon x femreader

word count: 2k

warnings/tags: smut (mdni), porn without plot, soft dom jungwon, except he's kinda mean in this one, bratty reader (just a little), confusingly described positions (bear with me, I wrote this at like 2am during an all-nighter), intercrural sex, p in v, unprotected sex (ill advised)

authors note: umm... i'm tryna write more smut. this was my attempt at that lol, enjoy. as always, let me know what you think if you want.

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You don't know what part of you thought it'd be a good idea to ask your boyfriend to help you stretch, cause not a single moment of this has been enjoyable.

You know Jungwon better than anyone else, and even though you're dead set on actually working out the kink in your back, that one muscle you always end up pulling whenever Jungwon decides to test the limits of your small body, Jungwon will just stand here, muttering low and raspy over you like he's waiting for you to cave, waiting for anything, a twitch of your hips backwards, a small moan. Anything that will give him the right to ruin you like he's aching to do. 

“Relax,” Jungwon whispers. You try your hardest not to shiver.

You fail, of course, embarrassingly so, considering the fact that Jungwon has one hand on your waist, the other smoothing over the soft curve of your lower back. He feels your entire body tremble, and you bite your lip when his hips almost brush against your ass.

You can taste the tension on your tongue, feel it crackle between you like lightning with every fingertip he presses, oh so intentionally that little bit harder into your uber sensitive skin. You're hyperaware. You know he's watching, know he’s probably getting all worked up thinking about just how far he can push you.

“Just like that, baby. You're doing so well,” he says, sickly sweet like a budding rose, pressed into your palms and making you bleed when the thorns of his condescending tone dig into you exactly like he wants. 

You flush, your ears searing hot. Jungwon likes that; he tightens his grip. Just enough that you feel dizzy, heat blooming behind your ears as you think of how good you'll look tomorrow, bruised all purple and black, all his. 

“Just a couple more seconds, baby. Then you can let go and try another rep. Sounds good?”

“Mhmm,” you nod. But your head is angled awkwardly, making you all the more dizzy, your vision swirls, and your palms almost slip from where they're moulded to your thighs. Jungwon laughs behind you; the breathy noise goes straight to your core. You get hotter between your legs, and you pray to any and every god who might be out there that you choose your good pair of leggings.

“Times up,” Jungwon says, his hand still pressing firmly on your back. 

You try to lift, but you can't, “Wh–”

“Shh,” Jungwon cuts you off, the heat of his body bleeding into yours; he’s way too fucking close all of a sudden. You tremble, your eyes squeezing shut. “I wanna reward you,” he whispers again. 

Every muscle in your body locks up.

Then, slowly, so fucking slowly, Jungwon bends, the subtle mist of his breath cooling the sweat beading along your spine. Before he kisses you. Two hands on your hips. His soft mouth pressing right between your shoulder blades.

You snap. “Jungwon,” you whine, high-pitched and urgent.

“Yeah, baby?” He asks, between delicate, soft, teasing kisses he peppers all along your spine.

“Please–” That's all it takes, one barely formed request, and Jungwon nips into the smooth skin of your back. You gasp, hips jerking backwards. Pressing right up against the undeniable swell beneath his sweats. 

“Fuck…” Jungwon groans, gripping your hips harder and rocking you back onto him. “Is this what you've been after all this time?” 

“Fuck you,” you spit. You hate it when he acts like this, hate when he pushes every single one of your buttons and then has the audacity to act as though you’re the needy one. 

Without a word, Jungwon slips between your thighs, you gasp, wet and messy and broken. The distractingly filthy patch of damp fabric dancing from your equally soaked cunt, and all the way up to your clit. 

He stays there for a minute, letting your pussy mould around him, dripping and clenching embarrassingly.  You can hear his smirk when he speaks. “Ask nicely, and maybe I'll give you what you want.”

You're all worked up, sweating in places you didn't know you could sweat from and it's got nothing to do with your five minutes of stretching. “Jungwon…” 

He says nothing, rocks his hips just that little bit, the smallest, meanest thrusts, his head bumping into your clit like he enjoys nothing more than hearing the whimpers you can’t stop yourself from making. All high-pitched and needy. “Please…” 

“Please, what?” Jungwon asks. Pulling away from you for good. You feel empty all of a sudden. 

“Fuck me.” 

Before you know it, Jungwon has you pushed flush to the wall, two hands caught in his, clustered into the small of your back. “Only if you admit it,” he whispers against the sensitive shell of your ear.

“Admit what?” You're frustrated. Your cheeks burn when Jungwon huffs out a laugh, clearly amused watching your hips rock backwards, seeking him out. 

“Say you planned this, say you wanted to tease me, say you wanted me to snap, pressing your ass all up against me like a fucking whore.”

“I… I don't–”

Jungwon lets go of your hands, but you keep them flush to your back.  “Don't fucking lie to me,” he snarls, pressing your face into the wall, smashing your cheek against it. His hand practically dwarfs the side of your head. You hate how much you love it. Him owning you like this, his breaths strained, your own gasping, tangling together to slice into the sensitive skin of your eardrums.

He lodges his other hand between your thighs. Your blood runs cold when he pauses. “What's this?” he hums, before he nips your chin. Mouth warm and fucking ravenous. His lips trail along your neck, down your jaw, until he settles over your pulsepoint, all but tasting how fast your heart is racing.

“Jungwon–”

You're interrupted by the harsh tear of fabric. Jungwon rips your fucking leggings, no doubt using the tiny, little insignificant crotch level hole you brought an entire new pair because of to split your pants along the seam.

You feel so fucking exposed.

“Is this what you wanted?” Jungwon teases. His fingers dance along the slick seam of your cunt from over your panties. “You wanna stretch, huh?”

“Uh-huh,” You respond without thinking, all mindless and fucked out and he hasn't even touched you properly yet. Just teased and teased over your swollen sex like he has all the fucking time in the world to feel you drool against his fingers. 

You don't even flinch when he rips your panties, just whimpers, low in your throat, and Jungwon smirks against your windpipe. He spins you away from the wall. “Bend over,” he demands. 

You buffer, body and brain connection severed.

Jungwon yanks your hair. Growling low into your ear, “Don't fucking make me ask again.” Before he loosens his fist, curving his hand down to your sex, he just rests there, hand flush to pulsing flesh like he’s claiming everything that belongs to him, like it’s his. 

You don't know how you do it, but your hands find your thighs again, your neck straining as you extend from the base of your spine to the crown of your head. 

“Good girl.” Jungwon praises, his tone oddly fond for someone who was practically one nip away from tearing at your ear. But what do you care? You love him, and you're about to get dicked to hell and back if the slick sounds behind you are any indication. Jungwon no doubt fucking his fist, watching your pussy, swollen and slick, flushed and aching all for him.

He doesn't leave you waiting for long. You bite on your lip when the blunt head of his cock presses against your entrance. In true Jungwon fashion, he teases a little, sinking in till his tip pops just past the slick ring of your heat, before pulling back to fuck you like that for a little while. You bite your lip, whimpering at the ecstasy shooting down your spine with every shallow thrust of Jungwon’s hips. 

The stretch fucking burns. Usually, Jungwon gets you nice and loose with an orgasm or two, and you need them; he’s just that big, but this time he wants to punish you, and every half-assed twitch of his pelvis has you choking and gasping like a broken fucking record.

You might have been embarrassed about how much you're leaking, drooling all over his fat cock. But you don't have time for that, because Jungwon grips your hip, hard. And sinks forward in one smooth thrust. Groaning when he bottoms out. 

You gasp, wrecked beyond measure. He's so fucking close like this, pressed all up inside you, and you love it; this is where he belongs.

He barely gives you a moment to adjust, he pulls all the way out, and you clenched involuntarily, like you're tryna stop him from leaving. It doesn't matter, cause he's ramming back into you so hard that you almost tip forward. One hand braced around his leg to keep yourself from falling. Pathetic half noises falling from your mouth. You're too spent to moan properly. 

“Fuck.” Jungwon groans. “Fucking made for this.” He sets a brutal rhythm, the slick sounds of his hips bullying into you, his balls smacking against your clit every sharp thrust filling the living room. The yoga mat you were bent over less than five minutes ago, discarded somewhere unimportant.

The only thing that matters is how fucking good he feels. Pounding into you like this. You swear you can feel him in your mouth. Your teeth clatter with every punishing snap of his hips. 

Your vision warps, white light flooding in to blind out everything bar the slick slide of his thick cock inside you, ramming into your g-spot so fucking good. Before you know it, you're cumming, his name tearing from your throat, your walls clentching so fucking hard around Jungwon that he yanks you up, small shoulders flush to his chest. 

You're heaving. Still coming down when Jungwon fucks into you one last time, your weight balanced in his arms by the hand on your neck. His cock pulsing, heavy and so fucking perfect before he cums, filling you with ropes of his warm release. 

Jungwon stays like that, breathing heavy into your ear before he smiles. Sheepish all of a sudden. You can tell, cause he starts kissing your neck, only this time he's dead set on burying his face as far into the crook between your shoulder and neck as possible. His free hand, the one not currently massaging over your pulse points and flexing loosely around your neck, presses into your stomach. Into the sickly swollen press of his cock. Bulging out of you.

“How are you?” Jungwon musters after a good two minutes of fondling you to his heart's content. 

You try to organise your thoughts, “Well… I need to piss.” 

“Aside from that.” He laughs, one hand slipping under your tank top and inside your bra. He massages your tit, rolling your nipple in a way that has you clenching around him dangerously. You can feel his cum, dripping between you and down your inner thighs. If your boyfriend isn’t careful, he could be hard again in seconds; he’s already almost there, and you aren't sure your back can survive whatever this was again.

“I’m good.”

“Good.”

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Upcoming works

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[mssishipi]

UNLEASHED — yjw

What could possibly go wrong when you bring home an adorable cat hybrid? He’s soft, cuddly, and loves attention—nothing bad about that, right? Right? In which owning a hybrid sounds fun, until his heat starts to fuck everything up.

content tags and warnings: cat hybrid jungwon x reader, animal isolation, ft. jay as jw former owner and jake as golden retriever hybrid, mentions of blood and injury, hybrid heat obv, possessive jungwon, he 's an indoor cat soooo. explicit content (smut): dub-con, masturbation, cum licking, pussy eating, overstimulation, squirting, not really that wild, but MDNI. WC: 5.2K

You knew the moment you saw Jungwon that you had to make him yours. 

Those small ears twitching, that sleek black hair, the soft fur that looked like it would melt under your fingers—everything about him pulled you in. The shine of his well-groomed hair and the smooth glow of his skin made it clear he was taken care of, maybe even a little too well. The expensive collar around his neck screamed spoiled indoor hybrid. High maintenance or not, you didn’t care. You just knew you wanted him.

Convincing Jay to hand him over, though, wasn’t easy. You had begged, reasoned, argued, even tried to guilt-trip him. Why couldn’t he just say yes? It’s not like he didn’t already have Jake, that big golden retriever hybrid who followed him everywhere. Jay barely had time for Jungwon, always letting him sit quietly in the corner, waiting for scraps of attention that never came. It pissed you off. Jungwon deserved better—someone who’d actually give a damn, who’d spoil him the way he clearly wanted to be spoiled. And that someone was you.

“Do you even know how to take care of a hybrid? He’s still unneutered, for fuck’s sake.”

You just shrugged. How hard could it be? Feed him, give him a bed, maybe pet him when he looked sad—that’s what hybrids liked, right? You didn’t really care about the rules or the paperwork or whatever else Jay kept ranting about. All you knew was that Jungwon liked you. Every time you visited, he would curl up beside you, purr softly, and look at you with those sleepy eyes that made your stomach twist. He was sweet, warm, and completely irresistible.

So yeah, maybe you didn’t know shit about taking care of hybrids. But that didn’t matter. Because every time Jungwon leaned into your touch, you were sure of one thing—he wanted you just as much as you wanted him.

“Okay, let me have him neutered before I hand him to you—”

“But I want him now!” You cut Jay off, you stomped your foot, frustrated like a kid. Jay was already glaring at you, jaw tight, trying to hold back his irritation. He just didn’t get it. You didn’t want to wait another damn day—you wanted Jungwon in your house, curled up on your couch, sleeping in your bed, right now.

The hybrid sat quietly beside you, flicking his tail lazily as the two of you argued. His ears twitched, catching every word, but he looked almost amused. When he noticed the tension building in your shoulders, he nudged your knee softly with his head. The touch instantly melted your annoyance. You pouted, reaching down to rub the soft spot behind his ear, and the moment your fingers touched him, a deep purr rumbled from his chest.

“See?” you said, looking at Jay with a grin. “What’s so hard about giving him to me? He likes me, right, ’Wonie? You want me, right?”

Jungwon’s tail swished once before he nodded, eyes half-closed as you scratched behind his ear again. A faint smile played on his lips, and his purr grew louder, vibrating against your hand.

Jay sighed heavily, dragging a hand down his face. You could tell he was giving up, though he clearly didn’t want to. “You’re annoying,” he muttered. But after a long pause, he finally said, “Fine. Take him.”

You didn’t even wait for him to finish before jumping up, excitement bursting out of you. You grabbed Jungwon’s things from the corner—his folded clothes, his pillow, his scratching pad, and that expensive bed that looked softer than yours. Jungwon followed behind you, tail flicking side to side as if he already knew he was going somewhere new.

While you shoved his stuff into a bag, Jay kept lecturing like an overbearing parent. “He’s very sensitive to food. Only this brand is good for him—don’t feed him any raw meat unless I say so. And no dry treats; they mess with his stomach. I’ll check on him every month to make sure he’s maintaining weight, and for God’s sake, get him neutered as soon as possible.”

You barely listened, nodding half-heartedly as you zipped up the bag. “Yeah, yeah, got it,” you said, rolling your eyes. You didn’t care about the boring details. You’d figure it out later. Hybrids weren’t that complicated.

Jay knelt beside Jungwon and pressed a soft kiss to his forehead. “Be good, okay?” he said quietly. Jungwon smiled faintly, his ears twitching as he purred in response. Without hesitation, he turned to follow you out the door, his tail brushing against your leg as he walked past.

The sun hit his black fur when you stepped outside, and it shimmered like silk. You could feel your chest tighten just looking at him. He was yours now. The thought made you grin like an idiot.

“Bye, Jake! I won’t miss you!” Jungwon called out, waving lazily at the tall golden retriever hybrid standing near the gate. Jake just tilted his head, blinked once, he huffed and turned back inside, clearly unbothered.

You snorted, unlocking your car. “Guess he’s not much of a talker,” you said.

Jungwon climbed into the passenger seat, curling his legs under himself like a cat would. His ears perked as he looked out the window, curious but calm. When you started the car, he looked over at you and smiled—a soft, knowing smile that made your heart race all over again.

Jungwon turned out to be the most affectionate hybrid you’d ever met. He never slept on his own bed, no matter how soft or expensive it was—every night, he somehow ended up beside you, curled against your chest or tucked under your arm. People always said cat hybrids were distant, that they preferred their space and rarely craved touch, but Jungwon proved that wrong every single day. The moment you got home from work, he was there, tail swaying slowly, ears perked up as he waited by the door. Before you could even drop your bag, he’d be pressing his head into your neck, his fur brushing your skin, purring softly as he wrapped his arms around your waist.

They said cats absorbed bad energy. Maybe that was why you always felt lighter when he held you. Jungwon didn’t talk much, but his presence filled every empty space in the apartment. When you were gone, he mostly slept—curled up in the sunny spot near the window or sprawled across the couch, tail twitching as he dreamed. But the second you came home, it was like he’d woken up just to play. He’d grab your sleeve, drag you toward the floor, and make you chase after him until you both ended up laughing and breathless.

Despite his clinginess, Jungwon was curious—especially about the outside world. Sometimes, when you were watching TV or scrolling on your phone, he’d tug gently at your clothes and point toward the window. You’d follow his gaze to see a group of hybrids playing in the courtyard—dog hybrids tossing a ball around, a fox hybrid lounging in the sun. His tail would sway as his eyes followed their movements. He never said much, just looked up at you, silently asking for permission to go out.

You always gave him the same answer. “No, baby. Those hybrids outside probably have lice or something. I don’t want you catching that. You’ve got plenty of toys here, yeah?”

His eyes softened immediately, those big golden eyes full of quiet disappointment. For a second, guilt twisted in your chest, but you forced yourself to ignore it. Jay had drilled into your head how sensitive Jungwon was—his fur, his diet, his health. You weren’t about to screw that up just because he wanted to roll around in the dirt with a bunch of random hybrids.

Still, he tried. Every time.

One evening, as you were folding laundry, he came up behind you and tugged at your shirt again. “Please,” he whispered, almost trembling. His ears drooped, and his tail brushed weakly against your leg. “Outside?”

You sighed, trying to stay firm. “No, Jungwon. You’re an indoor cat. You know that.”

He frowned, lips pushing into a pout as his fingers clung to your sleeve. “Just a little? I’ll stay near you.”

You shook your head, placing the folded shirt down and cupping his face. “You’ve got everything you need here. You’ve got your shows, your games, your toys—and me. Isn’t that enough?”

He looked away, mumbling under his breath. You couldn’t quite catch what he said, but you could tell he was sulking. He flopped onto the couch, tail flicking in quiet frustration. You rolled your eyes, but deep down, part of you wondered if you were being too strict. You just wanted to keep him safe. That’s what owners did, right?

You walked over and sat beside him, brushing your fingers through his hair. His ears twitched under your touch, and though he tried to stay upset, he couldn’t help but lean into your hand.

“See?” you said softly. “You don’t need to go out there. You’ve got everything right here.”

     You weren’t sure if it was just your imagination, but lately, he’d been... different. You didn’t know much about hybrids—honestly, you barely knew the basics—but you couldn’t help wondering if there was some kind of behavioral difference between indoor and outdoor ones. Did keeping him inside for too long mess with his head somehow? Because the longer he stayed with you, the moodier he seemed to get.

At first, you brushed it off. He was just bored, maybe lonely. You had work and errands; you couldn’t always give him attention. But then it got worse.

Like today.

You froze in the doorway, staring at your clean laundry now soaked in something that definitely wasn’t water. For a moment, your brain refused to process it. Then the smell hit you, and your stomach turned.

“Jungwon!” you snapped, your voice rising with anger.

He was lying on the couch, golden eyes half-lidded as he stared at you. His tail swayed slowly from side to side, and for the first time since you’d brought him home, his face was completely blank—cold, almost detached.

“What the hell is this?” you hissed, pointing at the pile.

He didn’t flinch. Didn’t even blink. Just kept watching you with those eyes.

You took a deep breath, trying to remind yourself that hybrids were still part animal. Accidents happened. Pets sometimes acted out for attention. Maybe this was just that. Maybe he was mad because you’d been gone late again. You could fix that.

So the next day, you came home early with a bag from the hybrid shop. “Wonnie, look!” you said, trying to sound cheerful as you knelt in front of him. “I got you a new toy. You’re gonna love this one.”

It was a soft scratching ball with catnip scent—the lady at the store said it was perfect for feline hybrids. You expected him to jump at it, to smile like he used to, but Jungwon just stood there, eyes flicking from you to the toy. His expression didn’t change.

“Come on,” you said gently, waving it a little. “Don’t be grumpy. I know you’re mad at me, but look, I got this for you.”

He walked closer, slowly and quietly, and then, crouched to sniff it. For a second, you thought it worked. His nose twitched, and his ears perked up—but then, out of nowhere, he ignored the toy completely and leaned in toward you, sniffing your shirt instead. His breath hit your neck, and his tail flicked faster.

“Uh, Jungwon?” you said, blinking in confusion as he pressed his face into your shoulder, inhaling deeply.

His ears flattened suddenly, and a low sound rumbled in his throat. Before you could say anything, he pushed you down onto the floor, claws gently but firmly gripping your arms. His pupils were blown wide, and when he hissed, the sound was sharp enough to make you freeze. Then he grabbed the toy, ripped it apart with a furious growl, and tossed it aside.

“Jungwon!” you shouted, startled. “What the hell’s wrong with you?!”

He didn’t answer, just stared at you, chest rising and falling fast. You could see the muscles in his jaw tense as he tried to control himself, his tail thrashing behind him. His breathing was heavier than usual, his ears twitching like he was irritated—or in pain.

You’d never seen him like this before. His usual warmth, his soft tone, the quiet purring—it was all gone, replaced by something wild and restless. He looked… agitated, like he was fighting something inside himself.

When you reached out to touch his arm, he jerked back, eyes wide for a split second before he turned away completely, muttering something under his breath you couldn’t make out. Then he stormed off to his room, slamming the door behind him.

You sat there for a long moment, staring at the shredded toy and the scratch marks on the floor. You didn’t understand what was happening—he had never acted like this before.

And that’s when you knew you needed to call Jay.

The phone rang twice before he picked up. “What now?”

“He started acting weird, okay?” you blurted out, pressing the phone between your shoulder and ear while fumbling with a bandage. “I just kept saying no to letting him outside because it’s dangerous, but then his behavior started getting worse."

Jay sighed so loud it made you roll your eyes. “Why would you not let him outside?”

“Because he’s an indoor cat, duh?” you said flatly, trying to dab some alcohol on the small cut near your collarbone.

There was a pause, followed by an irritated groan. “This is exactly why I shouldn’t have given him to you!” Jay snapped. “You’re such an idiot sometimes. Hybrids like Jungwon can’t be cooped up forever. They’re not toys, they need to socialize. When you isolate them, their instincts start to twist—they get anxious, restless, and it screws with their behavior.”

You frowned, trying to juggle the phone and the first-aid kit while listening. “I was just protecting him, okay? I didn’t want him to get sick or catch anything from those random hybrids outside. And now he’s peeing on my clothes, the sofa, the cabinet—everything! He even hissed at me earlier after sniffing me. Then he tore apart the toy I bought him. He’s acting like he hates me.”

There was a beat of silence on the other end before Jay’s tone changed completely. “Wait. What did you just say? He hissed after sniffing you?”

“Yeah,” you said, pacing across the living room. “It’s like he gets mad out of nowhere. His eyes go blank, then he just—snaps.”

“Did you…” Jay’s voice tightened. “Did you neuter him?”

You froze. “…No?”

The silence that followed was worse than the yelling you were expecting. Then, suddenly, it came—Jay cursing under his breath so harshly that you flinched and held the phone away for a moment.

“Pack his things right now,” he said through gritted teeth. “His clothes, bed, everything. Bring him to me. I told you to neuter him immediately, didn’t I? He’s a hybrid in pre-heat, for fuck’s sake! You have no idea how dangerous that is. He’s not just acting out—his body’s fighting him. His hormones are spiking and he doesn’t know how to control it. He’s probably confused, frustrated, and on edge. You can’t be near him like this.”

You winced, pressing your hand over your bandaged shoulder. “Jay, calm down—”

“Calm down?” he cut you off. “You’ve trapped a sexually mature hybrid in heat inside your apartment without supervision. He could hurt you! You need to get him out of there before it gets worse. Pack his things. Now.”

You sighed, rubbing your temples. “Jesus, Jay, you make it sound like he’s gonna kill me. Fine, fine. I’ll bring him over. You can deal with it.”

As much as you didn’t want to admit it, you were exhausted. Between work, lack of sleep, and Jungwon’s strange behavior, you were at your limit. Maybe it was better this way. Jay could handle whatever this “heat” thing was. You’d just pick Jungwon up after he calmed down.

You kept Jay on the line as you gathered Jungwon’s things—his folded clothes, his scratching pad, his blanket that still smelled like him. You were halfway through stuffing his bed into the bag when you heard the door creak open behind you.

“Jungwon?” you called softly, turning around. He stood there in the doorway, his expression is blank. His pupils were dilated, ears lowered slightly, and his tail was swaying. You offered a nervous smile, clutching the bag. “Hey, baby. I’m sorry, but… I have to take you to Jay for a while, okay? You’re not feeling well and—”

The second Jay’s name left your mouth, everything changed. Jungwon’s body tensed, and before you could react, he lunged at you. The bag fell from your hands as his weight slammed into you, knocking you to the floor. His claws gripped your shoulders tightly, and you let out a sharp cry when you felt his teeth sink into your skin.

“Fuck!” you shouted, your phone slipping from your hand and clattering onto the floor. You reached for it desperately, but Jungwon’s weight pinned you down. His breathing was ragged, his growls low and rough against your neck.

“Jay!” you screamed, your voice cracking as you tried to shove him off. “Help!”

Jungwon bit again, not deep enough to tear flesh but enough to make you cry out. His tail lashed violently, and his pupils were blown wide like a cornered animal’s. He was shaking, muttering incoherent sounds that didn’t even sound like words anymore. Your heartbeat pounded in your ears as you tried to push him off again, but he only pressed harder, his body trembling against yours.

“Jungwon, stop—please!” you begged, voice breaking as you felt his breath hit your skin again. That’s when you felt his hard length pressing against you, grinding through the thin fabric separating your bodies.

He leaned closer. “No, Jay. Mine. Only mine.”

Your chest tightened. “N-No, baby, we’re going to see Jay,” you stammered, tears stinging your eyes as you pushed weakly against him. “We’re going to help you, we’ll fix this—”

“NO!” he snapped. His hands shot forward, grabbing your wrists and pinning them above your head. “You’re mine,” he growled again.

Your breath hitched when his hips rolled forward, the friction sending an involuntary gasp through your throat. His bulge pressed hard against your clothed core, and your body betrayed you—hips twitching, heat pooling low in your stomach. “J-Jungwon…” you whimpered.

He bent lower, his breath ragged against your ear, his words coming out in a broken chant. “Mine… mine… mine…” His scent filled your head, you could feel his instincts bleeding through, his control slipping completely as he buried his face against your neck, teeth grazing the soft skin there.

You cried out, not knowing if it was fear or desire that escaped you. His grip tightened, his muscles tense with a predator’s restraint. Then his mouth crashed against yours. You squeezed your eyes shut, a single tear sliding down your cheek as his tongue pushed deep, claiming your mouth in a messy, desperate kiss. He moaned into you, his sounds vibrating against your lips.

You tried to turn away, but he followed, his mouth crashing against yours again, harder, more desperate. His tongue pushing past your lips like he couldn’t get enough. When he finally pulled back, his chest was heaving, his pupils blown wide. He grabbed the hem of your blouse with shaking hands and tore it open, the sound of fabric ripping echoing through the room. The sudden chill on your exposed skin made you gasp and arch weakly as your body reacted to the raw force of it.

Your shoulders and neck burned, blood rushing under your skin from where his grip had been. Jungwon shifted, sliding down until he straddled your stomach, his tail twitching erratically behind him. His gaze trailed slowly over your body, pupils dilated so wide that the gold in his eyes had almost vanished. His breathing came in small, broken sounds—half whimpers, half growls.

He reached into his pajama bottoms and freed himself. Your breath hitched the moment you saw it—thick, flushed, the tip slick and red. Pre-cum was already dripping down his length, his hand trembling as he wrapped his fingers around it. He whimpered softly, the sound high and broken, and looked at you through his lashes.

“H-Hurts,” he said, his voice trembling as his hand began to move clumsily. “Please… hurts.”

You couldn’t look away. His hips twitched, his movements messy, his ears flattening against his head as he whined again. “H-hurts, hurts!” His voice cracked, and his tail lashed behind him as if his body couldn’t handle the tension building inside him. Watching him like that made your thighs clench together.

“Help… please,” he whimpered again, his breath stuttering, his hand moving faster but without rhythm. “Please, help me.”

Your chest tightened. “Wonnie…” you whispered, unsure if it was pity or desire making your voice shake. His head snapped up at the sound of his name, eyes glassy and pleading, his ears twitching toward your voice. Slowly, with trembling hands, you reached down and replaced his hand with yours.

The moment your skin touched him, Jungwon’s entire body jerked. His breath hitched, tail bristling, ears flattening tight to his skull. You stroked him once, twice—barely had the time to adjust your grip before his body went rigid. His head fell back, a strangled sound ripping from his throat as thick, hot ropes of cum spilled over your fingers and stomach. His hips twitched violently as he rode out the wave, muscles shaking, his moans dragging long and broken.

You froze, staring up at him as he trembled above you, ears flicking weakly. His claws dug into the floor beside you, the sound of his ragged breathing filling the silence.

“Shit,” you whispered under your breath, staring at the mess between you, unsure if you should pull away or reach for him again. 

Jungwon’s breathing was heavy and uneven, his chest rising and falling with deep, shaky gasps. His eyes were still blown wide, the wild gleam in them refusing to fade.

Without a word, he caught your wrist, his fingers curling around it as he lifted your hand closer to his face. You froze when his tongue slid out, long and rough, dragging over your skin to lap at the mess that had splattered across it. You shuddered as the sharp, bristled texture of his tongue grazed your wrist.

A soft, helpless sound escaped you, and Jungwon’s ears twitched at the noise. His gaze met yours as he kept licking, each stroke slower than the last, his tail flicking lazily behind him as if he was calming down from the earlier frenzy. But the moment his tongue reached your palm, he gave a low growl, almost a purr—and then leaned forward again, shifting his position until his weight pressed you into the floor once more.

His nose brushed against your stomach, tracing a slow path downward. Every touch sent small tremors through your body. When he reached the waistband of your panties, he inhaled deeply, his eyes fluttering closed as if the scent alone was driving him insane.

Your body tensed. You were panting now, trying to steady your breathing, but when his pointed nose pressed against the damp spot between your legs, all sense of control vanished. He rubbed his face against you, nuzzling the soaked fabric. A small, helpless moan slipped from your lips, and his tail flicked sharply at the sound.

His tongue darted out, pressing into the thin fabric over your clit, slow and experimental at first. The sensation hit you hard and your hips jerked upward without meaning to. You gripped the floor beside you, fingers digging into the surface as you tried to hold yourself still. But Jungwon didn’t stop. His ears twitched as he listened to your shaky breaths, and then he repeated the motion, licking at the cloth again, this time with more pressure, more intent.

“J-Jungwon,” you breathed out, voice cracking. He hummed softly against you, his nose nudging the wet spot. The movement of his tongue grew firmer, dragging up and down until your thighs trembled and your body betrayed you again, spreading your legs wider beneath him. The smell of arousal thickened in the air, and he groaned low in his throat, his tail curling tight behind him as his cock twitched, already hard again despite just having come.

He pulled back for a second, panting, a thin strand of saliva connecting his mouth to your soaked panties. His eyes flicked up to meet yours and leaned in again, “smells so good,” he whispered, before his tongue pressed harder against you, dragging up the wet fabric until your breath hitched and your back arched from the floor.

He slid your panties aside before his tongue met your heat. The first touch made you gasp, a sharp sound that escaped your throat before you could hold it back. Your thighs trembled, the muscles in your legs twitching as his tongue traced slow, teasing circles over your folds.

Jungwon let out a low, needy sound against you. He reached up, guiding your trembling hand until your fingers rested against his ear.

“Please,” he whispered, then he dived back in.

You moaned, your fingers tightening against his hair as you tilted your hips forward, giving him more. “Just like that, 'Wonnie,” you whimpered, the words breaking apart on your tongue. His tongue moved rougher now, faster, his nose bumping your clit with every stroke. You couldn’t stop the sounds spilling from your lips — they came out raw and uncontrollable.

Every time he lapped at your entrance, your vision blurred. Your pulse raced in your throat, and a heat spread from your core to every part of your body. You rolled your hips, pressing harder against his mouth. He groaned in approval, his tongue responding eagerly.

“Ahh—fuck, Jungwon!” you cried out, grinding in slow, desperate circles. Your breath hitched each time his tongue flicked your clit, and your legs shook violently.

He looked up at you, his eyes dark, pupils blown wide with desire. The sight alone made your stomach twist tighter.

“Fuck, fuck—” you gasped, your voice breaking. The rhythm between you two grew frantic, unrestrained. His tongue matched your every move, his grip on your thighs were firm.

The pressure inside you snapped. Your body arched, your moans turning into sharp cries as waves of pleasure rolled through you. Jungwon didn’t stop. He held your hips in place, tongue still swirling inside you, dragging your orgasm out until you were shaking uncontrollably.

You could barely breathe, chest rising and falling as you tried to steady yourself. But Jungwon wasn’t done. He lifted you suddenly, his strength catching you off guard as he knelt on the floor and wrapped your legs around his waist.

“Jungwon—wait, I’m still—ah!” you screamed as he pushed into you in one deep thrust. The stretch was almost too much, your walls clenching tightly around him. Sweat dripped down your temple; your nails dug into his shoulders.

He groaned, his instincts taking full control. “So good,” he muttered before thrusting deeper, harder.

The sound of skin meeting skin filled the room. Every move sent another wave of pleasure up your spine, and every time you tried to speak, it came out as a moan.

“Too much—ahh, Jungwon!” you gasped, but he didn’t slow down. His pace quickened, his body moving wildly as his hips slammed into yours. You felt him everywhere — his grip, his breath, his rhythm — all of it. He lifted your hips higher, keeping your legs open for him, your back arching, the new angle making his thick tip hit deep inside you, right against your sweet spot.

“Fuck—right there,” you gasped, your voice cracking.

Jungwon grunted, pushing harder, deeper, until all you could do was scream his name. Your vision blurred again, stars bursting behind your eyelids as another orgasm ripped through you. Your throat was raw from the sounds spilling out of you.

Your ears rang, and your lower body hung in the air, helpless in his grasp. Each thrust made your head bump softly against the floor, your hair sticking to your damp skin. Drool escaped from the corner of your mouth, but you didn’t care. The pleasure had swallowed you whole.

His pace grew faster, pushing in, pushing out, pushing deeper, and deeper, and deeper until your body tensed again, trembling from the overstimulation, but Jungwon was so lost. 

He only grunted, his thrusts growing faster until your walls fluttered around him for the second time. You could feel the way his muscles tightened, the tremor in his arms as he held you up.

 Then you felt the deep pulse inside you, his release spilling into your warmth. He groaned loudly, his body shuddering as he pushed his cock deeper, as if trying to mold himself to you.

The heat spread through your core, his cum filling you until it was almost too much. But your body, still sensitive and trembling from the overstimulation, reacted on its own. Your pussy clenched hard, then force to pushed his length out, a gush of liquid following right after.

A sudden squirt splashed between you both. Jungwon froze for a second, eyes wide in confusion as his cock slipped free, still twitching and spilling the last of his release. He tilted his head, ears twitching, panting heavily, watching the way your hips twitched and how your slick, trembling folds pulsed with the aftermath.

He reached down, fingers spreading your folds as more liquid flowed out, dripping down your thighs and onto the floor. His expression softened, almost in awe. "Pretty,"  he muttered under his breath. His fingers traced the inside of your thigh, then slowly pressed them against your entrance again, testing your sensitivity. You flinched, whining at the overstimulation, but he couldn’t help himself.

Your hips twitched again as his thumb rubbed gentle circles over your swollen clit. You tried to catch your breath, still dizzy, your chest rising and falling fast. Jungwon leaned down, licking the side of your neck, his tongue dragging lazily over your skin before he nuzzled your jaw.

“Mine,” he whispered before his teeth sank gently into your nape.

Jay pushed the front door open and he stepped inside cautiously. Behind him, Jake followed silently, gripping a metal muzzle in one hand. 

Jungwon was kneeling on the floor, his body pressed tightly against yours. His face was buried in the crook of your neck, his hands steadying you as his tongue dragged slowly across the fresh bite wound at your shoulder, as if he was trying to clean or soothe what he’d done. Blood glistened faintly against his lips before he shifted, nuzzling against your hair, low growls rumbling in his chest and he began to groom you with short, slow strokes of his tongue.

The bite mark was still fresh, crimson streaks tracing down your shoulder, and scratches lined your thighs and waist. Your eyes fluttered open weakly, half-lidded and glassy, lips parted as you breathed unevenly. You looked at Jay through the open door, your expression dazed.

The sound of footsteps pulled Jungwon’s attention immediately. His body tensed, his nostrils flaring as he lifted his head, his fangs visible when he bared his teeth. The once-soft glow in his eyes turned sharp and threatening. He hissed a warning sound and his grip around your waist tightened, dragging you closer until your back was flush against his chest.

“Mine,” he growled. “Don’t touch.”