オタク˖ 𝑓em!r .. inexperienced nerd jungwon!—suggestive. smut. romantic?
tw: mdni (18+)— making out. drinking. smoking one cigarette. unprotected sex. p in v. loss of virginity.
note: nerdy inexperienced jungwon forced by his popular friends to go to their party when he meets you 💋
Jungwon wasn’t supposed to be here.
The bass from the party thumped through the walls of the dimly lit study, muffled but persistent. He glanced down at the half-filled red cup in his hand, the chemical-smelling concoction inside as unappealing as the atmosphere around him. The noise outside was loud enough to make his head throb, but he still preferred the relative quiet of this room over the chaos in the living room.
“Damn Jay and Jake,” he muttered, setting the cup down on the polished desk. His best friends—if he could even call them that at the moment—had dragged him to this party under the guise of “broadening his horizons.” Whatever that meant. Now they were somewhere out there, laughing with strangers while Jungwon had no ride home and no clue how he’d survive the night without losing his mind.
He tried to focus on something—anything—to distract himself. The study, filled with shelves of books and knick-knacks, would’ve been cozy if it weren’t for the faint stench of alcohol and weed that lingered in the air. He ran a hand through his disheveled hair and leaned back in the chair, wishing he’d stayed at the library. The door creaked open.
Jungwon froze, expecting one of his friends or another drunk stranger to stumble in. Instead, it was you.
You didn’t look like you belonged here either, but not for the same reasons as Jungwon. Your vibe was… different. The dim light glinted off the silver ball of your tongue piercing as you smirked, the smell of smoke clinging faintly to your leather jacket. Your dark eyes swept over the room before landing on him.
“You lost?” you asked, your voice low, almost teasing.
Jungwon blinked, caught off guard by your presence, let alone you talking to him. He hadn’t expected anyone to notice him tonight, let alone someone like you.
He cleared his throat awkwardly. “Uh… no. I’m not lost. Just… stuck. Got dragged here and can’t leave.”
You leaned against the doorframe, crossing your arms. “That sucks.” You looked at him for a moment, your gaze curious but not unkind. “Wanna bail?” Jungwon frowned. “What?”“There’s a park nearby,” you said, straightening up. “Cool willow tree. Good spot to chill. Better than this place, anyway.”
It took him a moment to respond, his heart thudding in his chest for reasons he couldn’t quite place. He hesitated, the unfamiliarity of the situation pressing down on him. But then, he nodded. “Okay,” he said softly. Your lips curved into a small smile, and you gestured for him to follow.
The walk to the park was quiet at first, save for the crunch of your shoes on the gravel path and the occasional distant sound of traffic. Jungwon stuffed his hands into the pockets of his hoodie, unsure of what to say, while you lit a cigarette, the tip glowing orange in the dark.
“So,” you began, breaking the silence as you neared the park’s entrance, “you’re Jungwon, right?” He glanced at you, surprised. “You know my name?”
“Yeah,” you said casually, exhaling smoke into the cool night air. “You’re in my English class. Always sitting in the front with your hand raised. Like a total nerd.” His cheeks burned. “I—uh—yeah, I guess that’s me.” You smirked. “Don’t get me wrong. It’s kinda cute.” Jungwon blinked, caught off guard. Were you… flirting with him? No, that couldn’t be it. You were probably just teasing.
“What about you?” he asked, desperate to shift the focus. “You don’t seem like the kind of person who’d remember someone like me.”“Someone like you?” You echoed, raising an eyebrow. “I mean, you know… someone boring.” You laughed softly, a sound that surprised him. “You’re not boring. And for the record, I remember everyone. People just assume I don’t because I don’t show up half the time.”
“Why don’t you?” he asked before he could stop himself. You shrugged. “Not really my scene. School, I mean. People talk too much, make too many assumptions. Gets exhausting.” They fell into a comfortable silence as they entered the park. The willow tree stood in the distance, its branches swaying gently in the breeze. You led the way, dropping the cigarette on the ground and stubbing it out with your boot. When they reached the tree, you plopped down on the grass, leaning back against the trunk. Jungwon hesitated before sitting beside you, keeping a bit of space between them.
“You’re kind of awkward, huh?” you teased, looking over at him. “Is it that obvious?” he muttered, earning another laugh from you. They sat there for a while, talking about everything and nothing. You shared stories about sneaking out of your house, your love for old horror movies, and your secret talent for drawing. Jungwon, in turn, told you about his obsession with reading, his plans for college, and his struggles with fitting in. Eventually, the conversation turned deeper.
“I’ve never, you know… done anything with a girl,” Jungwon admitted, his voice barely above a whisper. You glanced at him, your expression softening. “That’s not a bad thing.” “I feel like it is,” he said. “Like everyone else my age has figured it out except me. Jay and Jake make fun of me all the time for it.”“They’re just being dummies,” You said firmly. “And for what it’s worth, I’m not as experienced as people think I am.”
Jungwon looked at you, surprised. “Really?” “Yeah,” you said, picking at the grass. “People love to talk, but most of it’s not true. I’ve only been with one guy. And even that was… whatever.” You sighed. “It sucks being the ‘easy girl.’ Like, no one even knows me, but they all think they do.” “I get that,” Jungwon said quietly. “I mean, not the same thing, but… I hate being the nerd everyone picks on. Like those guys who play football and act like they’re better than everyone else, even though they’re probably gonna peak in high school. Half of them probably have herpes by now.”
You laughed again, this time louder, your head tilting back against the tree. “You’re funny, Jungwon. Who knew?” He smiled, feeling a warmth spread through his chest. For the first time in a long time, he didn’t feel out of place.
Jungwon leaned his head back against the trunk of the willow tree, staring up at the swaying branches. The moonlight filtered through the leaves, casting soft, dappled shadows on the ground. He felt lighter somehow, as if all the weight of the party and the world outside had melted away.
“You know,” You said after a pause, your voice softer now, “you’re kinda refreshing.” Jungwon turned his head to look at you. “Refreshing?” “Yeah,” you said, twirling a blade of grass between your fingers. “You’re not trying to impress anyone. You’re just… you. It’s nice.” He swallowed hard, the sincerity in your tone making his chest ache in a way he didn’t quite understand. “Thanks,” he murmured. “You’re… not what I expected either.” You raised an eyebrow. “Oh? What’d you expect?” “I don’t know,” he admitted. “I guess… I thought you’d be intimidating. You have this reputation, you know?”You rolled your eyes, though your smile didn’t fade. “Yeah, I know. But people’s reputations are usually crap, aren’t they?”
“Yeah,” Jungwon agreed, his voice barely above a whisper. He looked at you then, really looked at you—the way the moonlight made your dark hair shimmer, the way your lips curved, soft but teasing. You turned to meet his gaze, and for a moment, the world seemed to hold its breath. “Can I kiss you?” he blurted out before he could think better of it. You blinked, startled, but then your lips curved into a slow, genuine smile. “You’re full of surprises, aren’t you?”
“I—uh—sorry, I didn’t mean to—” “Hey,” you interrupted, leaning in just slightly. “Relax. I didn’t say no.” Your face was close to his now, your dark eyes searching his. He could feel your breath, warm against his skin, and the faint scent of smoke mixed with something sweet he couldn’t place. He closed the distance hesitantly, his lips brushing yours in the lightest, gentlest way. You tilted your head, deepening the kiss, your hand coming up to cup his cheek. Jungwon’s heart raced, his hands fumbling awkwardly before settling on your waist. It was clumsy and uncertain, but you didn’t seem to mind. You kissed him slowly, guiding him, your lips soft and sure against his. When you finally pulled apart, Jungwon was breathless, his face flushed.
“Was that… okay?” he asked nervously. You chuckled, your thumb brushing against his cheek. “Yeah, Jungwon. That was okay.” He smiled shyly, a laugh escaping him as he ran a hand through his hair. “Wow. Okay.” You lay back on the grass, pulling him down with you. You propped yourself up on one elbow, your other hand tracing absent patterns on his arm. “So, for someone who’s never kissed a girl, you’re not half bad.” Jungwon grinned. “Thanks, I guess.” You tilted your head, your expression softening. “You wanna keep going? Only if you’re comfortable, though.”
His heart thudded against his ribs. He hesitated, the nervousness swirling in his chest mixing with curiosity and something else—something he hadn’t felt before. He nodded. “Yeah. I—I think I do.” You smiled, leaning in again, your lips meeting his as the night around them seemed to fade away.
Jungwon’s hands trembled as you guided them to your waist, your lips pressing against his with an urgency that sent sparks racing through his body. He could feel your smile against his mouth as your fingers tangled in his hair, tugging gently.
You pulled back for a moment, your breath hitching as you took in his flushed face, his wide eyes, and the way he nervously licked his lips. Your gaze dropped briefly to his chest, and bit your lip. “Thank the universe I’m wearing a dress,” you muttered under your breath, a flicker of mischief in your tone. “What?” Jungwon asked, half-dazed.
“Nothing,” you said with a smirk, your hands sliding under the hem of his hoodie to trace the hard lines of his torso. Your fingers brushed over his light abs, and you let out a quiet laugh. “You’ve been hiding all this under those sweaters? Damn, Jungwon.”
He flushed a deeper shade of red, his breath catching as you squeezed his sides, your touch exploring. You shifted slightly, your thigh brushing against him, and he swallowed hard.“You’re so much hotter than I thought,” you murmured, leaning in to kiss him again. Your hands moved lower, cupping his tiny waist and firm ass. He gasped softly, his eyes widening as you smirked against his lips. “Relax,” you whispered, your voice teasing but warm.
You leaned back against the grass, pulling him down with you. Your fingers guided his head to your neck, and he hesitated for a moment before pressing his lips to your skin. You sighed, your hand curling into his hair as you murmured, “Suck a little. Right there.” He obeyed, his lips closing over the delicate skin of your neck, sucking just hard enough to leave a mark. You let out a soft moan, the sound sending a jolt of heat through him. Emboldened, he let his kisses trail lower, his hands fumbling slightly as he unbuttoned the top part of your dress.
The fabric fell away, revealing the curve of your black lace bra. Jungwon froze for a moment, his breath catching as he took you in. You reached for his hand, guiding it to your breast. He cupped it gently, his thumb brushing over the lace, and you arched into his touch. “You’re a quick learner,” you teased, your voice breathless. His lips followed the path of your hand, kissing along your collarbone and down to your chest. His mouth hovered over your bra, his eyes flicking up to meet yours for permission. You nodded, your fingers threading through his hair again. His kisses grew bolder, his lips and tongue exploring the soft curve of your breast. Your breaths turned into quiet moans, your body shifting beneath him. One of his hands, almost on instinct, began to trail down your side, brushing over the smooth fabric of your dress until it reached your thigh. His fingers grazed the edge of your panties, and he froze again, his heart pounding. You let out a soft laugh, your hand covering his.
“It’s okay,” you whispered, guiding him. When his hand finally pressed against the damp fabric of your panties, his breath hitched. He’d never felt anything like this before—warm, soft, and inviting. He rubbed his fingers against you experimentally, and you let out a low moan, your hips pressing into his touch. “No need to tease,” you murmured, your lips brushing against his ear. “I’m already ready for your cock.”
The words sent a shiver down his spine, his hands trembling as you reached for his belt. You both struggled together, movements frantic and excited, until his pants fell down his hips, pooling at his knees. You spread your legs slightly, your dress bunching around your waist, you reached between your thighs to guide him to your entrance. Jungwon hesitated, his heart racing as he felt the warmth of you against him. “It’s okay,” you whispered again, your voice soft and reassuring. “Just go slow.”
He nodded, swallowing hard as he pressed forward. The sensation was overwhelming—hot, tight, and impossibly good. He groaned, his head falling to your shoulder as you moaned softly beneath him. The feeling of being so close, so connected, left you both breathless as you moved together under the swaying branches of the willow tree.
Jungwon’s movements started hesitant, slow and careful, as though he was afraid of doing something wrong. Your soft encouragements—your hands in his hair, your lips brushing his temple, you whispered “It’s okay”—helped him ease into the rhythm. But then something shifted.
The way you moaned his name, breathy and desperate, sent a thrill through him, lighting something inside that he didn’t even know was there. His hesitance melted into something bolder, hungrier, and suddenly it was like he knew.
His hips snapped forward with more purpose, drawing a sharp gasp from you. Your nails dug into his back as he found a steady rhythm, each thrust making you arch against him.“Jungwon,” you gasped, your voice trembling, “oh my God, Jungwon.”
He couldn’t help the groan that escaped him. The way you said his name, like a song, like it was the only word you knew, made him feel unstoppable. His lips found your neck again, leaving open-mouthed kisses, his breath hot against your skin.“You feel so good,” he murmured, his voice low and rough, surprising even himself. “So tight… so wet. God, Y/n, you’re perfect.” Your breath hitched at his words, your hands tugging him closer. “Where… where did you learn to talk like that?” you managed to say, your voice broken by a moan.
He didn’t answer right away, too lost in the way your body moved with his. Instead, his lips curved into a grin against your neck. “Guess I’m a fast learner,” he said, his voice tinged with a newfound confidence. You could barely think, your body overwhelmed by the heat of him, the way he filled you completely. You wasn’t expecting this—wasn’t expecting him to take control like this, to know exactly where to touch, what to say, how to make you lose yourself. But you weren’t complaining. His pace quickened, and you could feel the tension building inside you, your breath coming in short, desperate gasps. “Jungwon, I—”
“I know,” he cut you off, his voice a growl. “Cum for me, Y/n. I want to feel it. I want to hear you.” The way he said it, like he was giving you permission to let go, pushed you over the edge. Your body tensed, and you cried out his name, your voice echoing into the night. Your legs tightened around his waist, your nails dragging down his back as waves of pleasure crashed over you.
The sight of you—head thrown back, lips parted, eyes glazed with ecstasy—was enough to undo him. He buried his face in your neck, his movements growing erratic as he chased his own release. “Y/n,” he groaned, your name falling from his lips like a plea. “God, you’re… you’re everything.” With one last thrust, he stilled, his body trembling as he came, the sensation overwhelming. For a moment, neither of them moved, the only sounds their ragged breathing and the faint rustle of the willow tree above them.
Jungwon collapsed beside you on the grass, his chest heaving as he tried to catch his breath. The night was quiet again, the only sounds the rustling of the willow tree and their still-uneven breathing. You turned your head to look at him, your hair fanned out around you. You seemed almost dazed, your lips parted slightly, your cheeks flushed. A soft laugh escaped you as you reached over to brush a stray lock of hair from his forehead. “No one has ever came inside me before,” you mumbled, your voice barely audible, as if you were speaking more to yourself than him. Then, after a beat, you added, “We’ve got to see each other more.” Jungwon blinked at you, his face reddening again. A shy chuckle bubbled up from his chest, and he shook his head, running a hand through his hair. “Uh, yeah. I guess we do.”
You both stayed like that for a moment, the intimacy of the words hanging between you. But then you sat up, smoothing your dress back down and glancing around as if realizing they were still outside. “Here,” you said, leaning over to help him button his shirt back up, your fingers lingering briefly on his chest. “Can’t have you walking home looking like you just got lucky under a tree.” Jungwon laughed, a real, genuine laugh this time, as he fumbled with his belt, trying to make himself presentable. “Yeah, that might give people the wrong idea.”
You smirked, reaching out to adjust the collar of his shirt. “Or the right idea,” you teased, your voice light but your touch gentle. You stood together, brushing off stray bits of grass and fixing their clothes. The night felt different now—charged, but in a quieter, more intimate way. “So,” Jungwon started, shoving his hands into his pockets. He felt like he should say something meaningful, something to sum up what just happened, but the words didn’t come. You tilted your head at him, your dark eyes sparkling. “What?”
“I don’t know,” he said, smiling sheepishly. “I just… this was… good? I mean, really good. I don’t know what the vibe is now, but…” You chuckled, reaching out to ruffle his hair. “Relax, Jungwon. I like your vibe. You like mine. We don’t have to figure it all out tonight.” He nodded, your words easing some of his uncertainty. “Yeah. I guess you’re right.” As you both walked back through the park, side by side but not quite touching, Jungwon couldn’t help but replay the night in his head. He’d lost his virginity—and it had been… amazing? Better than he ever imagined. And with you of all people.
You glanced over at him, catching his thoughtful expression. “Hey,” you said, bumping his shoulder lightly. “Don’t overthink it, okay? We’re good. This was good. He smiled at you, a warmth spreading through his chest. “Yeah. It was.” And as you guys left the park together, the willow tree swaying in the breeze behind you, neither of you knew exactly where this would go. But for now, you both were comfortable, and that was enough.
Jungwon walked you home, your steps slow and easy. You guys didn’t talk much on the way, but it wasn’t an awkward silence. It was comfortable, like neither of them needed to fill the space with words. When you reached your place, you turned to him, your lips quirking up in a soft smile. “Thanks for tonight,” you said, your voice quieter than usual. “Yeah,” he replied, scratching the back of his neck. “Thanks for… everything.”
You chuckled, leaning in to press a quick kiss to his cheek. “Get home safe, Jungwon.” With that, you disappeared through the door, leaving him standing there with a stupid grin on his face. He stuffed his hands in his pockets and started walking back to the party, which was winding down as people stumbled out in various states of drunkenness.
Jay and Jake were waiting for him by Jake’s car, looking surprisingly sober. Jay raised an eyebrow when he saw Jungwon approaching. “There he is!” Jake called out, throwing his arms in the air. “We thought you got kidnapped or something.” “Yeah, man,” Jay added, crossing his arms. “You disappeared for hours. What the hell were you doing?”
Jungwon froze for a split second, his mind racing for an excuse. “Uh… I was just—” Jake squinted at him, stepping closer. “Wait a second…” He sniffed dramatically, then his eyes widened. “Holy crap, is that perfume?!” Jay’s gaze sharpened, his smirk growing wicked. “And is that—” He pointed at Jungwon’s neck. “Is that a hickey?”
Jungwon’s hand shot up to cover the mark, his face burning. “What? No, it’s not—” “Oh my God,” Jake said, throwing his head back in laughter. “This nerd actually got lucky!” Jay clapped a hand on Jungwon’s shoulder, grinning like a proud dad. “I don’t know whether to be impressed or concerned. Who was it? Did she kidnap you or something?” Jungwon rolled his eyes, swatting Jay’s hand away. “No one kidnapped me. I just… met someone, okay?”
“Met someone,” Jake repeated, waggling his eyebrows. “Dude, you came back a whole new man. You’ve got this glow. It’s freaky.” “Shut up,” Jungwon muttered, though he couldn’t help the small smile tugging at his lips. Jay leaned against the car, still smirking. “All I’m saying is, you went into that party looking like you’d rather die, and now you’re walking around like you just discovered the meaning of life.”
Jake grinned, unlocking the car. “Whatever happened, we’re gonna need all the details later. Like, all of them.” “Absolutely not,” Jungwon said firmly, sliding into the backseat. As they drove home, Jay and Jake continued to tease him, their laughter filling the car. Jungwon leaned back in his seat, his mind drifting back to you and the night you shared. He didn’t have all the answers yet, but one thing was clear: something had changed, and for once, he didn’t mind it at all.
leah’s note: girl this might be my fav work 💋
